The golden afternoon sunlight filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds of the principal's private office on the top floor of Shanghai Imperial University's administration building. The room smelled faintly of old wood, expensive leather, and the stale cigarette smoke that clung to Principal Wang's cheap suits.
Ye Chen sat motionless in his modest first-year dormitory on the other side of campus, legs crossed on the narrow bed. His eyes were shut, but his divine sense had already wrapped around the entire office like an invisible, high-definition camera. Every breath, every rustle of fabric, every filthy word would be captured perfectly in his immortal perception.
After eons of cultivation, ordinary pleasure had lost all flavor. Dual cultivation with his eight perfect immortal wives had become as routine as breathing. Only this new, dark craving brought real fire to his blood — the thrill of watching his own loyal, god-like wives lower their flawless bodies to pathetic, unworthy mortal men. The more disgusting and arrogant the man, the stronger the twisted excitement that surged through Ye Chen's veins.
Today, that craving was about to be fed again.
Teacher Zheng stood silently in the center of the principal's office, her mature, voluptuous body radiating the kind of elegant sensuality that made every male student and faculty member on campus secretly fantasize about her. She was 28 in appearance, but her immortal form had been perfected over millennia. Her massive D-cup breasts strained heavily against the crisp white blouse, the top two buttons fighting a losing battle to contain the soft, overflowing flesh. The blouse was tucked neatly into a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her slender waist before flaring out dramatically over her enormous, round, juicy ass. The skirt ended just above her knees, but the way it clung to her thick thighs and plump buttocks made the professional outfit look almost obscene. Sheer black stockings sheathed her long, shapely legs, ending in modest black heels that still added extra height to her already imposing figure. Her long black hair was pinned up in a neat, professional bun, and thin silver-framed glasses rested on her elegant nose, giving her the perfect image of a strict yet irresistibly seductive literature professor.
Principal Wang sat behind his massive mahogany desk like a king on his throne. At 58 years old, he was completely bald on top, with only a few greasy strands of gray hair combed over the sides. His face was round and flushed, belly fat spilling over his belt, and his small, pig-like eyes gleamed with naked lust as they roamed shamelessly over Teacher Zheng's body.
He had sent the message early that morning — a short, commanding text ordering her to come to his office immediately after her last class. Now that she was here, he took his time, letting the silence stretch while he openly stared at her chest and hips.
"Lock the door, Teacher Zheng," he finally ordered, his voice low and thick with authority.
Teacher Zheng turned without a word and clicked the lock shut. Through the secret immortal bond she shared with Ye Chen, she sent a calm, devoted message:
"Master… I'm inside. He's staring at my ass again. He looks even more excited than yesterday. What do you want me to do?"
Ye Chen's cock twitched hard inside his pants the moment he received the message. His hand moved slowly to grip himself through the fabric as he replied mentally, voice steady but burning with dark arousal:
"Obey everything he says. Act reluctant and submissive. Let him threaten you. Make him believe he has real power over you. I want every single dirty word he speaks. Describe everything to me as it happens."
Principal Wang leaned back in his creaky leather chair, folding his fat hands over his bulging stomach. A cruel smile spread across his greasy face.
"Teacher Zheng, I've been thinking about our little conversation yesterday. Your performance reviews have some… issues. The board has been asking questions. Some very serious concerns about your suitability for this position." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "If you want to keep your job — the nice salary, the respect, the private office — you're going to start obeying me properly. Do you understand?"
Teacher Zheng stood perfectly still, her hands clasped in front of her. She lowered her gaze slightly, making her voice sound soft and hesitant. "Principal Wang… I've always done my work diligently…"
"Diligently?" The old man snorted, pushing himself up from the chair with a grunt. His fat belly jiggled as he walked around the desk, circling her slowly like a predator. "Your work is irrelevant if you can't show the proper respect to your superiors. From now on, when I call you here, you come immediately. And when I give you an order, you obey without question. Otherwise… well, finding a replacement for a literature professor is easy. Especially when the candidate has fewer… complications."
He stopped directly behind her. The heat of his body and the smell of his sweat filled the air. Teacher Zheng could feel his small eyes burning into her massive ass.
Through the bond, she reported calmly:
"Master… he's threatening to fire me. He's standing right behind me now. His breathing is already heavy."
Ye Chen stroked himself slowly, savoring the moment. "Good. Let him feel powerful. Lie down when he tells you to."
Principal Wang's fat hand suddenly landed on her slender waist, squeezing possessively. "Enough talk. Get on the table. Lie face down. I want a proper view of that ass you've been hiding under these tight skirts every day."
Teacher Zheng hesitated for just a second — long enough to look reluctant — then obeyed. She climbed onto the large mahogany table, the wood cool against her palms and breasts as she lay flat on her stomach. Her massive D-cup tits squished heavily against the surface, creating deep cleavage that spilled out the sides of her blouse. Her enormous, round ass was pushed up slightly by the position, the tight pencil skirt stretched obscenely across the twin globes of flesh. Her long stocking-clad legs hung off the edge of the table, heels still on.
Principal Wang let out a low, guttural groan the moment she was in position. "Fuck… look at that. What a view."
He stepped closer, both of his sweaty, meaty hands landing directly on her huge ass. He started rubbing slowly through the fabric of the skirt, palms moving in wide circles, squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy meat.
"Mmm… Teacher Zheng, you have such a fat, juicy ass," he muttered, voice dripping with lust. "So big and soft… I can feel how heavy it is even through the skirt. Every time you walk in the corridors, this ass sways like it's begging to be grabbed. You know that, don't you? You dress like this on purpose to tease old men like me."
His fingers dug deeper, spreading her ass cheeks apart through the cloth, then letting them jiggle back together. The skirt rode up slightly from the rough handling, exposing more of her thick thighs.
Teacher Zheng kept her face turned to the side, biting her lower lip as if suppressing shame. In reality, she felt almost nothing — her immortal body was far too refined for this mortal's clumsy touch — but she made soft, reluctant breathing sounds for his satisfaction.
"Principal Wang… this is highly inappropriate…" she whispered, voice trembling just enough.
"Inappropriate?" The bald old man laughed, his hands growing bolder. He slapped her right ass cheek hard, watching the heavy flesh ripple under the skirt. "This ass is too perfect to stay untouched. It needs a real man to appreciate it."
He continued rubbing and groping, both hands now fully devoted to molesting her enormous butt. The sound of his palms sliding over the tight fabric filled the quiet office.
"Spread your legs a little," he ordered suddenly.
Teacher Zheng obeyed, parting her stocking-clad thighs slightly on the table. The position made her ass look even bigger and more vulnerable.
Principal Wang's breathing grew ragged. "That's it… good girl. Now stay still."
With both hands still on her ass, he began lifting the tight pencil skirt upward, inch by inch. The fabric resisted at first, stretched tight over her wide hips, but he yanked it roughly until it bunched up around her slender waist.
The sight that greeted him made him groan loudly.
Beneath the skirt were sheer black stockings that clung to her thick, smooth thighs and stretched perfectly over her massive, plump ass. A tiny black lace thong disappeared between the deep valley of her ass cheeks, the thin strip of fabric barely covering anything. The contrast between the professional teacher and the obscene underwear made the old man's small cock twitch visibly in his pants.
"Ohhh… fuck me…" Principal Wang breathed, staring hungrily. "Teacher Zheng… you have such a nice ass. So fucking fat and round. These stockings make it look even better — shiny and tight. I bet every male teacher on campus jerks off thinking about bending you over like this."
He leaned down, pressing his greasy, bald head directly between her ass cheeks. Taking a long, loud, deep breath, he inhaled her scent through the thin stockings.
"God… you smell so fucking good," he moaned, voice muffled. "Warm… feminine… much better than my ugly wife at home. This ass is wasted on young boys. It belongs to someone who knows how to appreciate real meat."
Teacher Zheng remained perfectly still, suppressing every natural reaction. Through the immortal bond she sent a detailed report to Ye Chen:
"Master… he has lifted my skirt. He's staring at my ass in the stockings and thong. He just took a very deep breath right between my cheeks. He's calling my ass fat and saying it belongs to him. His hands are still squeezing hard."
Ye Chen's grip tightened on his cock. He was fully hard now, pre-cum already leaking as he stroked slowly, eyes never leaving the mental image. "Excellent. Let him lick. Moan softly when he does."
Principal Wang couldn't hold back any longer. He buried his face deeper, his fat tongue coming out to lick a long, wet, sloppy stripe directly up the center of Teacher Zheng's ass crack — right through the sheer black stockings.
"Mmmph… fuck yes…" he groaned, the sound wet and obscene. He licked again and again, long dragging strokes from her pussy area all the way up to the top of her ass. The fabric grew damp from his saliva, becoming slightly transparent in places. He sucked on the material, pulling it into his mouth, then released it with a wet pop.
"Teacher Zheng… your ass tastes even better than it looks," he panted between licks. "So soft and thick. I could eat this ass for hours. You like having an old man's tongue on your holes, don't you? Even through the stockings. Say it."
Teacher Zheng let out a soft, suppressed whimper, exactly as Ye Chen wanted. "Principal Wang… please… it's too dirty…"
"Dirty?" He laughed cruelly and licked even harder, his tongue pressing flat against her asshole through the wet stockings. "This is what a proper superior does. Young boys like the ones in your classes don't know how to treat a woman with an ass like this. They'd cum in two seconds. But me… I can enjoy it properly."
His right hand moved lower, sliding between her parted thighs. Thick, stubby fingers began teasing her pussy area through the stockings and the tiny thong. He rubbed slow, dirty circles right over her slit, pressing the damp fabric against her folds, occasionally dipping a finger to trace her entrance.
"Ahh…" Teacher Zheng let out a carefully controlled moan, making it sound reluctant and ashamed.
"That's right," Principal Wang growled, still licking greedily at her ass. "Feel that? Your pussy is getting wet through the stockings already. Look how the fabric is sticking to your cunt lips. You're such a horny teacher underneath that proper image. Every day you stand in front of students lecturing about literature while this fat ass and wet pussy are hiding underneath. From now on, you'll come to my office whenever I want and present this ass for inspection."
He pushed his tongue harder against her asshole, trying to force the wet stocking material inside slightly while his fingers kept rubbing her pussy with increasing speed and pressure.
"Tell me how it feels, Teacher Zheng," he demanded between sloppy licks. "Tell me how much better an old man's tongue feels on your slutty holes compared to whatever pathetic touching you've had before."
Teacher Zheng's voice came out soft and trembling, feeding exactly the fantasy Ye Chen desired:
"It… it feels strange… so wet and hot… Principal Wang… your tongue is so eager…"
The bald old man moaned loudly in satisfaction, his face now completely buried between her massive ass cheeks. He licked and sucked noisily, making wet, squelching sounds that echoed in the quiet office. His fingers never stopped teasing her pussy through the stockings — rubbing, pressing, occasionally pinching her clit through the fabric.
"Fuck… I'm going to make this ass mine," he groaned. "Every day after class, you'll lock the door, get on this table, and let me bury my face in your fat ass. I'll lick these stockings until they're soaked. Then maybe one day I'll rip them open and taste you properly. Would you like that, Teacher Zheng? Having your principal eat your ass and pussy every afternoon while the whole university thinks you're just a respectable professor?"
Teacher Zheng sent another live update to Ye Chen, her mental voice gentle and devoted:
"Master… he's licking my ass very greedily now. His tongue is pressing hard through the stockings. His fingers are rubbing my pussy area roughly. He keeps saying he will make my ass his and that he'll do this every day. He's very excited — his breathing is loud and pig-like. Does this please you?"
Ye Chen was stroking himself steadily now, his immortal cock rock-hard and throbbing. The contrast was intoxicating: his elegant, big-breasted, huge-assed immortal wife lying obediently on the table like a piece of meat, her perfect body being slobbered over and molested by this disgusting, fat, bald old principal who believed he was dominating her.
"Yes," Ye Chen replied mentally, voice thick with pleasure. "Keep suppressing your real feelings. Let him think he's breaking you. Moan more for him. I'm enjoying every second."
Teacher Zheng obeyed instantly. She let out another soft, shaky moan as Principal Wang's tongue dragged wetly across her asshole again and his fingers pressed harder against her clit through the soaked stockings.
"Principal Wang… ah… it's too much…" she whispered, feeding his ego.
The old man laughed triumphantly, face still buried deep. "Too much? This is only the beginning, you slutty teacher. Next time I'll make you pull these stockings down and spread your ass cheeks for me yourself. I'll lick your bare holes until you're shaking. And you'll thank me for it. Because if you don't… your career ends tomorrow."
He continued for long minutes — licking, sucking, sniffing, and fingering her through the stockings and thong. His dirty talk never stopped: praising her fat ass, insulting how young men couldn't satisfy her, promising daily "inspections," threatening her job while promising pleasure only he could give.
Teacher Zheng remained perfectly submissive on the table, her massive D-cup breasts squished beneath her, her enormous ass presented high for the principal's greedy mouth and hands. She sent continuous mental reports to Ye Chen, describing every lick, every rub, every filthy sentence.
In the dorm, Ye Chen edged himself slowly, drawing out the pleasure. This was far better than any heavenly realm or immortal duel. Watching his loyal wife degrade herself for his entertainment was the ultimate cure for eternal boredom.
Principal Wang finally pulled his face back, panting heavily, his chin and cheeks glistening with his own saliva. The front of Teacher Zheng's stockings was now visibly wet around her ass and pussy.
"Remember what I said," he warned, giving her huge ass one final hard slap that made the flesh ripple. "Next time you come here, you obey even faster. Now fix your skirt and get out. But know that this ass… belongs to me now."
Teacher Zheng slowly climbed off the table, pulling her skirt back down with trembling hands for show. Her face looked flushed and ashamed as she adjusted her clothes.
As she walked toward the door, Principal Wang called after her with a lecherous grin:
"And Teacher Zheng… wear sexier stockings tomorrow. I want easier access."
She nodded silently and left the office.
Back in the dormitory, Ye Chen opened his eyes, a dark, satisfied smile on his face. His cock was still hard, throbbing with need.
Soon, all eight wives would gather. They would film another faceless OnlyFans video — Teacher Zheng's massive breasts and plump ass bouncing beautifully on Ye Chen's cock, no faces shown, her moans mixed with the sensual bodies of the other wives for their private premium subscribers.
But the real fire in Ye Chen's blood came from knowing that the same perfect body he would fuck later had just been licked and groped through stockings by a pathetic old principal… and that tomorrow, the game would go even further.
Teacher Zheng entered the dorm a short while later, still in her professional outfit, a faint smell of the principal's saliva and sweat lingering on her. She knelt gracefully in front of Ye Chen and began recounting every detail in her soft, devoted voice while the other wives listened and prepared for the night's filming.