Chapter 3: Evening Return
The afternoon passed in a haze of heavy silence and lingering scents. Bi Yao stayed in Chen Yan's room after Mike left, lounging on the bed in nothing but her stockings, idly scrolling through her phone while Chen Yan sat on the floor beside her, head resting against her thigh. Every so often she would reach down and stroke his hair absentmindedly, as though petting a loyal pet. The room still smelled of sex—sweat, semen, and her perfume mixed into something intoxicating and obscene.
Chen Yan had not spoken much. Words felt unnecessary. His mind kept replaying every moment: the way her lips stretched around Mike's thick shaft, the wet sounds of her throat being used, the sight of her pussy gaping and overflowing with another man's cum while he licked it clean. Each memory sent fresh pulses through his small cock, though he no longer had the strength to become fully hard again so soon.
Around seven in the evening, Bi Yao's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and smiled—that same predatory, knowing smile.
"He's coming back," she announced softly. "Master wants another round."
Chen Yan's heart lurched. Excitement and shame twisted together in his stomach. He nodded without a word.
Before Mike arrived, Chen Yan opened the system panel once more. The glowing interface appeared in his vision, silent and obedient.
[Target: Bi Yao (updated)] [Depravity level: 68/100] [Current fetishes: …]
He scrolled to the modification field and added one new line, simple and direct:
• Experiences intense sexual arousal from drinking urine, especially from dominant men; considers it an act of ultimate submission and intimacy; craves to swallow it directly from the source and feel it fill her mouth and throat.
He confirmed the change.
[Modification applied. Depravity level increased to 74/100.]
A subtle shiver ran through Bi Yao's body. She blinked once, licked her lips unconsciously, then looked at Chen Yan with mild curiosity.
"Did you just do something to me?" she asked, voice low and amused.
Chen Yan swallowed. "Yes."
She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Good boy. I already feel… different."
A heavy knock sounded at the door twenty minutes later.
Bi Yao rose gracefully, still naked except for the stockings, and opened the door without hesitation.
Mike stepped inside, wearing the same hoodie and sweatpants as earlier. He looked relaxed, almost bored, until his eyes landed on Bi Yao's nude form. His grin returned instantly.
"Damn, slut. You didn't even bother getting dressed for me?"
"I wanted to be ready, Master," she purred, pressing her body against his chest. "My little cuck cleaned me perfectly after last time. I'm all fresh for you."
Mike chuckled, slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint, then pushed her toward the bed.
Chen Yan had already taken his usual place on the chair. His trousers were unbuttoned, small cock already half-hard in anticipation.
Mike stripped quickly. His muscular body gleamed under the dim dorm light—broad shoulders, defined abs, powerful thighs. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already thickening at the sight of Bi Yao waiting on all fours.
"On your back first," he ordered. "I want to play with those tits."
Bi Yao obeyed instantly, lying flat and arching her back to present her full, firm breasts. The third-size mounds rose proudly, nipples already dark and erect from arousal.
Mike climbed onto the bed, straddling her waist. He cupped both breasts in his large hands, squeezing firmly. His thumbs circled the nipples slowly at first, then pinched—hard enough to make Bi Yao gasp.
"Look at these perfect tits," he said, glancing at Chen Yan. "Your girlfriend's got porn-star tits, runt. And you've never even made them bounce properly."
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply while his hand kneaded the other breast. Bi Yao moaned, fingers threading into his short hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes… harder, Master… bite them…"
Mike obliged. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, then clamped down—not breaking skin, but hard enough to draw a sharp cry from her. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the treatment: sucking, licking, biting, twisting. Her breasts soon glistened with saliva, nipples swollen and dark red.
While he worked her chest, one of his hands slid down her body. He pushed two thick fingers into her still-sensitive pussy without warning. Bi Yao bucked, hips rising to meet the intrusion.
"She's soaked already," Mike announced to Chen Yan. "Your cleaning job didn't last long. This cunt's dripping for black cock."
Chen Yan stroked himself slowly. He came once—quietly, weakly—watching Mike maul Bi Yao's breasts while finger-fucking her.
Mike pulled his fingers out, slick with her juices, and smeared them across her lips.
"Taste yourself, whore."
Bi Yao sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on Chen Yan.
After several minutes of breast play, Mike shifted upward, kneeling over her face.
"Open wide."
Bi Yao parted her lips eagerly.
Mike aimed his now fully erect cock—thick, veined, at least twenty-two centimeters—and began to piss.
The first stream hit her tongue—warm, salty, acrid. Bi Yao's eyes fluttered closed in bliss. She swallowed greedily, throat working visibly as she drank. Some overflowed, running down her cheeks and neck, dripping onto her breasts.
Mike adjusted the angle, filling her mouth completely. She gulped again and again, moaning around the stream, one hand reaching down to rub her clit furiously.
Chen Yan stared, transfixed. The sight of his beautiful girlfriend drinking another man's urine like it was the finest wine sent him over the edge again. He came a second time, semen dribbling weakly over his fingers.
When the stream finally slowed to a trickle, Mike shook off the last drops onto her tongue.
"Good girl," he growled. "Now suck me clean."
Bi Yao immediately took the head into her mouth, licking away every trace. She bobbed slowly at first, then deeper, gagging softly as he pushed past her tonsils.
Mike soon grew impatient. He grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face in earnest—long, brutal thrusts that made her throat bulge. Saliva poured from her lips, mixing with the remnants of urine. Her mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks.
After several minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
"Turn around. Ass up."
Bi Yao flipped onto her stomach, then raised her hips high, presenting herself. Mike knelt behind her, rubbed his slick cock along her slit once, twice, then slammed in to the hilt.
Bi Yao screamed in pleasure.
He fucked her doggy-style with punishing force. Each thrust made her breasts swing wildly beneath her. Mike reached around and grabbed them, using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock harder.
"Tell your cuck how much better I feel," he demanded.
"So much better!" Bi Yao cried. "He's so thick… so deep… stretching me like you never could, Chen Yan! Look at your pathetic little dick leaking while he ruins me!"
Chen Yan stroked faster, coming yet again—third time, barely anything left to spill.
Mike flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. The new angle let him hit her cervix with every stroke. Bi Yao's eyes rolled back, mouth open in continuous moans.
He played with her breasts again—squeezing, slapping lightly, pinching nipples until she whimpered. Sweat glistened on both their bodies.
After ten minutes of relentless pounding, Mike growled low.
"Gonna fill you again, slut."
"Do it!" Bi Yao begged. "Breed me! Let my rогоносец watch you pump me full!"
Mike buried himself to the base and came—hard, pulsing, flooding her depths. Bi Yao convulsed in orgasm, pussy milking every drop from him.
He did not pull out immediately. Instead he stayed inside, slowly grinding, letting her feel the heat of his cum. After a minute he withdrew with a wet pop. Thick white rivulets immediately poured from her stretched, puffy pussy.
Bi Yao looked at Chen Yan, breathing heavily.
"Your turn again, darling."
Chen Yan crawled forward on his knees. Bi Yao spread her legs wider, using her fingers to hold her lips open.
"Clean your Master's mess."
He lowered his head and began to lick. The taste was stronger this time—fresh semen mixed with her arousal and the faint tang of urine still lingering on her skin. He lapped diligently, tongue delving deep to scoop out the thick loads. Bi Yao sighed in contentment, stroking his hair.
"Good… get every drop… this is what you're for…"
Mike watched, smirking, while slowly stroking his softening cock back to life.
When Chen Yan had cleaned her as thoroughly as possible, Bi Yao pulled him up and kissed him deeply—sharing the combined taste of Mike, her juices, and urine traces.
Mike dressed leisurely.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked Bi Yao.
She smiled sweetly. "Every evening, Master. My cuck will be waiting."
Mike left without another word.
Bi Yao curled up beside Chen Yan on the narrow bed, pulling his head to her chest.
"You did so well today," she whispered. "I'm proud of you."
Chen Yan closed his eyes, heart still racing. The system had deepened the abyss—and he had willingly stepped further in.