Prince Jing asked. "While fucking a pussy as a woman is certainly pleasurable, I find it even more arousing to be treated and humiliated like a man! The way everyone looks at me—as if I were a spineless, pathetic wretch—makes my whole body burn with heat. And when you all show no mercy in humiliating and tormenting me, I reach the absolute peak of excitement! Just the thought that I'm a cuckold whose wife is being used by another man—and that I'm serving that very man like a lowly slave—is enough to make my cock go rock-hard and fill me with an intense, exquisite pleasure!"
I blurted this out without a moment's hesitation. The men around me stared in shock; they never imagined such a base, depraved creature could actually exist—yet the reality before their eyes left them no choice but to believe it.
How utterly debased must a man—a man of great strength, no less—be to willingly hoist his own backside into the air, inviting his wife's lover to fuck his ass?
And this lover, mind you, was someone far inferior to him in both strength and status.
"Then why, pray tell, do you wish to return to being a man now?"
Prince Jing asked again. "I want to relish that base, degraded feeling once more! I want to serve my dear 'husbands'—and let you all experience the thrill of tormenting someone who was once a powerhouse! Once I'm restored to my male form, I'll be at your beck and call every single day, ready for you to fuck the woman I love most—my own former wife! I'll crawl beneath your crotches like a lowly cur, letting you mount me while you thrust into her slutty pussy. I'll serve you like the most devoted slave, licking your cocks until they're hard, and watch as you flaunt your virility using the body of the woman I adore. And like the most shameless pimp, I'll wiggle my own brazen, lewd backside, begging you to fuck my own ass—right there in front of her!"
I gazed at Prince Jing, my face filled with eager anticipation.
Upon hearing my depraved, lewd declaration, Prince Jing and his companions burst into raucous laughter—their eyes gleaming with intense excitement, clearly enthralled by the prospect.
To toy with a powerful man's wife, while the man himself serves you like a common slave—
Could anything possibly be more exhilarating? Such a scenario was beyond even their wildest, most extravagant fantasies—yet now, the opportunity was theirs for the taking.
One of the strongest young martial artists in the entire Tang Kingdom—and indeed, the entire continent—stood right before them, waiting to be humiliated and toyed with.
And his former wife—the woman he loved most—was already presenting her own lewd, inviting backside, waiting to be ravished.
Among these men of high status and power, many had already indulged in the company of beautiful men; some even kept lovely catamites or eunuchs in their own households. They had all heard that my husband possessed a beauty rivaling that of any woman, and they each harbored the desire to toy with my anus and abuse my cock.
"Heh heh! You big slut—just wait a moment. Once I've finished dressing you and your beloved woman up, I'll turn you back into a man."
Prince Jing said, a lewd grin plastered across his face.
"Darling, how could you say such a thing? He's nothing but a shameless, spineless wretch—how could you possibly associate me with him? Please, darling, I beg you—don't have us dressed up together, alright?"
My wife, who felt deeply humiliated by any association with me, pleaded.
"Enough of your nonsense—just do as you're told!"
Prince Jing delivered another kick to her backside.
Then, with a lascivious smirk, he turned to us and said, "Heh heh! My lovely wife and my 'husband's' dear concubine—I'm having someone come up now to get you both all dolled up. Do enjoy yourselves!"
With that, Prince Jing clapped his hands, and moments later, a man hurried over.
Upon seeing him, both my wife and I froze; it was none other than Jiang Tianbiao—the very man who had "trained" us back at the mountain stronghold.
Yet, the ruthless, cruel demeanor he'd displayed while tormenting us at the stronghold was entirely gone. Now, he wore a fawning, sycophantic expression, waiting for the Prince's commands.
"My cousin tells me you're quite skilled at 'training' people—and at dressing up beautiful women?"
Prince Jing asked.
"Your Highness, I may not be much else, but when it comes to training beauties and styling them, I'm truly in a league of my own."
Jiang Tianbiao replied. "Oh? So, have you ever 'trained' my aunt and cousin?"
Prince Jing asked, full of curiosity.
"Just once—it was a test of my ability to train women. The Mistress of the Palace and the young lady were both under my instruction for a few days."
"Oh? And how did it go? Were you able to train them properly?"
"It wasn't easy, but in the end, I succeeded,"
Jiang Tianbiao replied.
"Hahahaha... well, aren't you something! You even managed to 'train' my aunt and cousin. I'll leave my own wives and concubines to you—dress them up just right so we can have a truly good time."
Prince Jing said to Jiang Tianbiao with a lewd grin.
"Rest assured, Your Highness! I'll make sure they look as slutty and cheap as can be—I'll give them the perfect 'look'!"
With that, Jiang Tianbiao walked toward us, a lascivious smirk on his face. "Well, well, my two beauties—we meet again! I heard you gave my son quite a hard time a while back. But I'm not one to hold a grudge; in fact, I'm feeling generous enough to help you get 'dressed up' so you can serve your men properly. Don't you think you should thank me?"
Upon hearing this, my wife and I immediately stood up and said in unison, "Thank you! Thank you for helping us serve our husbands properly!"
As we spoke, Jiang Tianbiao shot me a look of utter contempt, then turned his gaze toward my wife with a gleam of excitement. He signaled for his men to bring out a brazier, inside of which sat a branding iron.
My wife and I recognized the design all too well—it was the same type of adjustable, shape-shifting branding iron that the man with the gold tooth and his cohorts had used back at the brothel. "My two beauties, you're both about to receive some more indelible marks. You'd better endure it—if you cry out, your husbands won't be too pleased, will they?"
With that, Jiang Tianbiao pulled a branding iron from the brazier and, wearing a lecherous grin, approached his wife.
"My gorgeous beauty, you're already so heavily 'decorated' that finding room for anything else is quite a challenge! But don't worry—I'll figure out the perfect addition for you."
He then stripped off the last piece of clothing his wife was wearing, leaving her standing completely naked before him.