Dressed in a vibrant, fiery-red wedding gown, I sat inside the carriage, watching my wife and Prince Jing sitting opposite me. Seeing them leaning against each other—and witnessing the adoring, loving gaze she cast upon him—my heart surged with intense excitement.
Before the wedding, the final words my wife spoke to me—in her capacity as my loving spouse—were these: "My dear husband, today I am to be married to another. From this day forward, until the moment Prince Jing and his companions set out to retrieve the Demon Realm Stone, I shall devote my entire heart and soul to him. During this time, you are no longer my beloved husband. I will serve Prince Jing as a true wife would; together, we shall humiliate you and toy with you. Do you understand?"
The wedding has now concluded, and our wedding night is about to begin. I wonder what sort of "entertainment" Prince Jing has devised to humiliate me.
I am filled with an overwhelming sense of excitement; ever since the ceremony ended, my wife's gaze toward me has been brimming with nothing but scorn and contempt—not a trace of the tenderness I once knew remains.
As the carriage pulled up to the Crown Prince's residence, I immediately opened the door and dropped to my hands and knees, positioning myself as a human step.
Prince Jing and the Crown Prince stepped down, using my back as a footstool, before turning to greet the followers waiting outside.
"Apologies for keeping you all waiting! Come, let us head inside! My wife and my concubine will be putting on a little show for you all shortly. We can watch, have some fun, and I expect everyone to participate enthusiastically once we reach the wedding chamber!"
Prince Jing declared, a lewd grin plastered across his face.
The group moved into the estate. Since there were far too many guests to fit in the main hall, the celebratory banquet was set up in the spacious backyard.
Once everyone had taken their seats, Prince Jing and my wife ordered me to crawl on all fours behind a table—and then, they sat down directly upon my back.
It was clear that they were using me as nothing more than a chair. "As you all know, my beloved consort was once someone else's wife. But she has since cast aside her useless husband to become mine. Now, I shall have her perform a dance for you all—I hope you enjoy it."
Prince Jing, seated upon my back, spoke with a malicious edge to his voice.
Neither my wife nor I paid any mind to the malice in his words.
As soon as he finished speaking, my wife—who had been perched atop my shoulders—lifted her ample backside. She cast a seductive, alluring glance toward Prince Jing before making her way to the edge of the small, man-made lake in the center of the grounds.
With extraordinary grace and lightness, she alighted upon the surface of the water, dancing across it as if it were solid ground.
At first, her movements were so light and ethereal that one might have mistaken her for a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.
Watching her dance, anyone would have taken her for a noble, inviolable saintess.
Yet, as her movements grew more expansive, her vibrant red gown would occasionally lift, revealing her long, shapely legs, her voluptuous backside, and her wanton, exposed sex.
From the waist up, she appeared a beautiful, noble saintess; but the gyrations and exposure of her lower body betrayed her as a shameless slut.
This stark, extreme contrast sent the onlookers into a frenzy of excitement—some even reached down to fondle themselves between their legs.
After dancing for a while, she channeled her internal energy, shattering her red gown into mere rags that fluttered away.
In an instant, her beautiful, lewd sex and buttocks were left completely bare, exposed for all to see. Seeing their wives—dressed in modest bridal attire on their upper bodies, yet completely bare from the waist down—the men began to swallow hard.
They had seen plenty of beautiful women with exposed buttocks—even their own wives, on occasion—but the allure of their wives as they danced with such passionate abandon proved to be more than any of them could handle.
As the women danced across the surface of the lake, their style shifted entirely, shedding any trace of the ethereal purity they had initially projected.
Their movements became intensely lewd: slender waists swaying with wanton suggestion, voluptuous hips shaking with brazen seduction, and cunts thrusting with shameless, lascivious intent—all while their eyes burned with an unmistakable, carnal fire.
The once-pristine, celestial maidens had transformed into goddesses of pure lust.
This dance was something their *shiniang* (master's wife) had taught them—a ritual performed in another world to honor a goddess.
And the goddess they worshipped was none other than the *shiniang* herself.
That world had once been under the brutal tyranny of the Demon Race, until the *shiniang* happened to pass through—at which point she "raped and killed" the Demon King.
Following that, she allowed men from several of the realm's primary races to fuck her, bearing a child for each group—offspring who would go on to become the rulers of their respective peoples.
In that world, no one could claim the throne unless they carried the *shiniang's* bloodline.
In that world, a woman's uninhibited lewdness was considered entirely proper—the more powerful and noble the woman, the more expected it was.
Whenever they held rituals to honor the *shiniang*, the women would perform this salacious dance—often accompanied by several men joining them in the act. During the dance, the male dancers' cocks would thrust into the women's wanton cunts time and again; both the men and women would derive intense pleasure from the performance.
My wife was currently performing a solo segment—a dance celebrating the *shiniang* (master's wife) for her purity, her boldness, and her unbridled lust.
As the fifteen-minute dance drew to a close, my wife knelt upon the surface of the lake, her legs spread wide and her body arched backward. She then thrust two fingers into her own cunt and began to pump them in and out with great vigor.
Amidst the rapid, squelching sounds of her fingers plunging in and out, my wife let out a loud, lewd cry as she reached her climax.
At the peak of her orgasm, and in full view of everyone, she squirted—a torrent of sexual fluids erupted from her cunt and splashed into the small lake, leaving the men watching to swallow hard, their mouths watering.
Once her performance concluded, my wife stepped off the lake's surface and, swaying her full, voluptuous buttocks, returned to her "seat."
Her cunt—still dripping with fluids—pressed directly against my neck; the sensation was so pleasurable that my own crotch grew damp in response.
Just as I was reveling in the feeling, Li Wenxin—my newlywed husband—lifted my festive red gown, exposing my plump, rounded buttocks and my cunt, which was still leaking its juices.