Jian achieves total control over his wife and his world, but as he dominates every moment, a troubling doubt about the true meaning of love and possession begins to arise within him.
Jian tenderly cleaned his wife's sweaty body, his fingers tracing soft patterns over her skin, still trembling with pleasure. The room smelled of sex and satisfaction, a scent he had come to associate with power and possession. The system, finally 100% complete, had served its purpose: she was now his real wife, and his sister and childhood friend were aligned in his reality. Gently, he hugged them both, feeling the weight of his newfound control. The two men who had been part of the process, including Mr. Davis, said their goodbyes with knowing smiles. "Thanks to the system, I am now the owner of the company I loved so much," Jian murmured, his words echoing in the silence of the room.
Mr. Davis, with a look of satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder before withdrawing. "You've done a good job, Jian. Now, everything is in your hands." Jian nodded, feeling the weight of those words. The absolute control he had longed for for so long was finally his. But was this really what he had desired?
With a determined gesture, Jian approached his wife, his member still erect and throbbing. He thrust deep inside her, feeling her body welcome him with a moan of pleasure. His hands, skilled and tender, pinched her nipples and massaged her skin as she lay surrendered, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of her labored breathing and Jian's whispers, guiding her every movement, her every sigh.
"You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. "Completely mine."
She smiled, her lips wet and glistening. "I know, pervert," she replied, her voice thick with desire and complicity.
Jian smiled, but his smile quickly faded. She allowed a hired trainer to penetrate her with his glans, while he kissed her, their lips mingling in an act of possession and love. The man, strong and experienced, moved his hips rhythmically, while Jian watched, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and strangeness. Was this what he wanted? To share her, even in this controlled way?
His intelligent and adaptable wife enjoyed the dynamic, licking her lips while practicing yoga with a long, hard cock in her ass. Jian, ecstatic, decided every pose, every movement, every sigh, reveling in his total control. The room became a stage of lust and submission, where every gesture, every sound, was under his control.
"That's it, love," he whispered, guiding her into a deeper position. "Spread your legs for me. Let me see how much you want me."
She obeyed, her body supple and receptive, as the trainer penetrated her forcefully. Jian knelt in front of her, kissing her neck, her breasts, her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and bites that made her moan with pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "So mine."
She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of love and submission. "Yours," she repeated, her voice a whisper that drifted into the passion-filled air.
But in the silence that followed, as he breathed her in deeply, Jian wondered if this control, this power, was truly what he had longed for. His wife, now completely his, looked at him with a mixture of love and submission, and in that instant, he felt a strange loneliness. Was this love, or merely the illusion of possessing what could never be completely his?
The question hung in the air, like an echo resonating in his mind, inviting a reflection that might never be answered. Jian held her tightly, feeling her heart beat against his, and wondered if the price of possession was the loss of something deeper, something he couldn't name but feared he'd left behind.
The room, once filled with sounds of pleasure, was now silent except for the sound of their interlaced breathing. Jian kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips, trying to find in those gestures a response that didn't come. Was this love, or just the illusion of control? The question remained, a whisper in the darkness, while the world around them seemed to stop, waiting for an answer that might never come.