"Get on and ride."
Under the expert, highly trained tongue of Maid Number One, Adrian's massive cock rapidly swelled, surging with blood until it transformed into an angry, towering pillar of flesh.
He ruthlessly shoved Number One's head aside, dismissing her, and locked his dark eyes on Nan Xiang to issue his command.
"Ahhh—no, don't stop!" Nan Xiang gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily.
This was the very first time Nan Xiang had ever had her genitals intimately serviced by another woman. It was a completely overwhelming first for both her body and her mind. In addition, Maid Number Two had been specifically trained in the art of sexual servitude; her technique was flawless. In just a few agonizingly pleasurable minutes, her wet tongue had licked Nan Xiang to the absolute edge of ecstasy, pushing her right to the precipice of a violent orgasm.
Just as Nan Xiang was about to tip over the edge and climax, Adrian's cold command cut through the air. Number Two immediately pulled her mouth away, abandoning the shivering girl. Nan Xiang felt as if she had just been shoved off a cliff, suspended in agonizing, unfulfilled lust.
"No! Please don't stop!" she whimpered desperately, entirely lost in the haze of arousal.
Seeing the new slave still pathetically indulging in her own lust and ignoring the master's command, Number Two's eyes went cold. She immediately reached up, pinched the highly swollen, exposed clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, and dug her sharp fingernails directly into the sensitive nerve bundle.
"Ah!"
A sharp, electric jolt of pain snapped Nan Xiang violently back to reality. The blinding agony instantly killed her climax, serving as a brutal, physical reminder of her new reality: she was nothing more than a disposable plaything.
Without the absolute permission of her Master, a slave possessed no right to experience a sexual climax!
"This servant... this servant will serve you now, Young Master!"
Nan Xiang snapped completely out of her daze, terror replacing her lust as she immediately apologized.
She crawled two steps forward across the silk sheets, spread her trembling thighs wide, and reached out to grasp the man's fully erect, enormous cock. She guided the heavy, throbbing head toward her slick, wet opening.
The moment her fingers wrapped around his shaft, Nan Xiang was genuinely terrified by his sheer girth. She hadn't expected it to be so obscenely thick that she could barely wrap her hand around it, let alone the frightening, intimidating length. She honestly didn't know if her delicate anatomy could physically accommodate him without tearing apart.
However, there was absolutely no room for hesitation in this mansion. Nan Xiang knew she had already wasted too much of his precious time. Arching her lower back, she opened her wet, dripping folds and slowly lowered her hips, managing to swallow exactly half of his thick shaft with a wet schlick.
A sudden, overwhelming feeling of suffocating fullness immediately radiated from her core. Nan Xiang felt as if every single tight fold inside her vagina was being ruthlessly flattened and ironed out. His massive cock was stretching her vaginal walls to their breaking point, leaving not a single millimeter of empty space.
She gently, cautiously twisted her waist back and forth, trying desperately to slowly acclimate her body to the enormous intrusion.
However, it was glaringly obvious that Adrian was entirely dissatisfied with Nan Xiang's sluggish, overly cautious movements.
This woman was nothing more than a living sex toy to him. If he hadn't been feeling a rare spark of mercy—and if he simply didn't enjoy playing with excessively dark, gory mutilation—she would have already been legally declared dead and erased from the state registry!
At that point, whether he decided to surgically amputate all four of her limbs to turn her into a helpless "dolphin-man" fleshlight, or chain her naked in a subterranean dungeon to act as a breeding bitch for dogs, it would have only taken a single word.
Given that he had generously preserved her physical autonomy and the illusion of humanity, how could he possibly tolerate her acting so slow and timid?
Without warning, Adrian reached up, his large hands clamping down violently onto Nan Xiang's bare shoulders. Before she could even register the movement, he pulled her body downward with brutal, crushing force.
"Ah!! It's going to crack! I'm going to tear apart!"
Nan Xiang shrieked, the breath completely knocked out of her lungs as the remaining ten centimeters of his massive shaft were violently buried to the hilt. The sheer, terrifying depth of the penetration made her feel as if her internal organs were being ruptured.
"What exactly are you screaming about?" Adrian sneered dismissively, his grip like iron on her collarbones. "You've already had a violent back-alley abortion for that parasite boyfriend of yours. Why are you suddenly acting terrified of your pussy being stretched?"
Honestly, if Nan Xiang hadn't stubbornly clung to a violent scumbag like Xi Cheng, she possessed the beauty and the intellect to live a high-society life that every woman in Shanghai would envy. Unfortunately, there were no second chances in his world.
Hearing the billionaire casually mock her deepest, darkest trauma, Nan Xiang's blood ran cold. She realized in that exact moment that she possessed absolutely zero secrets from this man. Everything about her—from her physical body to the most tragic, shameful moments of her life—was completely exposed and viewed as nothing more than a pathetic joke in his eyes.
Biting her lip to suppress the agonizing, stretching discomfort, she forced herself to begin riding him, swaying her hips up and down, side to side.
"Young Master... your cock is so incredibly big," Nan Xiang forced a charming, seductive smile through her pain, desperately trying to figure out how to flatter and please her new god. "This servant has genuinely never felt anything so massive before."
"Oh? Aside from the pathetic, diseased dick of your dying boyfriend, exactly how many cocks have you experienced?" Adrian asked with a dark, amused smile, thoroughly enjoying the tight, wet friction of her service.
It had to be admitted: lounging back on a luxury mattress while a generational, flawless beauty sat impaled on his cock, forcing herself to flatter his ego, provided an absolute, intoxicating rush of psychological supremacy.
"None! None, I swear, I have only ever seen them in adult films with my friends!"
Upon hearing Adrian explicitly mention Xi Cheng, Nan Xiang's heart violently seized in her chest, and her vaginal walls spasmed, clamping down involuntarily around his thick shaft.
In the freezing hell of the prison block, she hadn't possessed the mental capacity to spare a single thought for Xi Cheng. But sitting here in the warm glow of the chandelier, she was violently reminded of the man who was scheduled to be executed by a firing squad in exactly three days.
He was thrown into a death cell because of me, she realized with a sickening wave of guilt. If I hadn't stubbornly rejected this Young Master's advances at the club that night, Xi Cheng would have never been framed, let alone executed!
"You seem to get quite physically anxious whenever your boyfriend's impending death is mentioned," Adrian noted playfully, feeling the wet, gripping walls of her pussy clamping down on his cock like a mechanical juicer.
"No! I belong entirely to you now, Young Master, in life and in death! As for my former boyfriend, that is entirely in the past. From this second onward, I exist only to serve you wholeheartedly!" Nan Xiang panicked, quickly forcing her hips to pump faster, grinding herself against him as she plastered a desperately sweet smile on her face.
"I am a generous man. I will offer you a single choice right now," Adrian said, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "I can secure your permanent release, or... I can make a phone call and have your boyfriend released from death row. What do you think?"
Nan Xiang froze mid-bounce. Her mind went completely blank.
Was he telling the truth? Was this omnipotent billionaire actually willing to set her and Xi Cheng free with a single phone call?
Logically speaking, a supreme aristocrat of his terrifying status wouldn't need to lie or play games regarding such a trivial matter, right? If he promised life, he could grant it.
Just as the desperate, naive hope swelled in her throat and she prepared to beg for Xi Cheng's life, the chilling warning from Mr. Yi echoed violently in her skull:
You cannot gamble with this man.
"Young Master, I am nothing but your loyal servant," Nan Xiang swallowed her hope, her eyes completely dead and submissive. "I will do whatever you command me to do. As for my ex-boyfriend, I was young and foolish to ever associate with him. How you choose to dispose of him is entirely up to your supreme discretion!"
"Excellent. Very self-aware," Adrian smiled.
Hearing her deliver the perfect, heartless answer, Adrian knew with certainty that she was speaking completely against her own desires. She was lying through her teeth to survive. But he didn't care; it still felt incredibly satisfying.
In this era, men of supreme power loved to hear absolute submission, even if they knew it was artificially manufactured by fear. He relished watching proud, beautiful women act exactly like this—secretly hating him to their absolute core, wishing him dead, yet utterly forced to carefully construct a smiling facade, spread their legs, and eagerly lick his boots to survive!
"In that case, I will take you to the execution grounds tomorrow," Adrian laughed darkly, reaching up to violently grab and knead both of her heavy, bouncing breasts. "You can watch him die. And I think I will use the opportunity to test out my own marksmanship on the firing line!"
Nan Xiang's blood ran completely cold. If she had dared to answer his test incorrectly and beg for Xi Cheng's life, she knew exactly what would have happened. She would have been dragged straight down into the basement dungeon, and a sadistic veterinarian would have been called in to begin the amputations.
"It... it is entirely up to your supreme discretion, Young Master," Nan Xiang whispered, silently swallowing her own bitter, broken tears. She slowly lifted her hips, tightly wrapping her wet, dripping folds around the massive cock buried inside her, and forced herself to keep riding.
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