Owen wakes up in an unknown world with a wife he doesn't remember, unleashing an intense and forbidden passion that defies reality and desire.
Owen slowly opens his eyes, the dawn light filtering through the room's silk curtains. He finds himself in an unfamiliar place, a luxuriously decorated room with details that denote the Chen family's wealth and refinement. His mind, still clouded by sleep, tries to process his new reality: he has awakened in the Qi training realm, invited as an official of the prestigious family. But something else catches his attention. Beside him in bed lies a delicate figure, wrapped in soft silks. It is his wife, a woman he doesn't remember having met, but whose presence fills him with a burning curiosity.
She's shy, her face flushed even in sleep. Her night-black hair falls in waves onto the pillow, and her lips, slightly parted, seem to invite him to explore them. Owen sits up, his gaze fixed on her perfect profile. He feels drawn to her in a way he can't explain, as if an invisible force is pulling him toward her. Carefully, he reaches out and strokes her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.
"Wake up, my love," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with the desire that begins to burn inside him.
She stirs, her eyelashes fluttering as her large, dark eyes open. She looks at him with a mixture of surprise and shyness, as if she hadn't expected to see him there. Her blush deepens, and she looks down, her hands clasping nervously in her lap.
"Mr. Owen," she whispers, her voice as soft as the whisper of the wind. "I didn't expect..."
Before she can finish her sentence, Owen leans in and captures her lips in a passionate kiss. It's a kiss that awakens something in her, something that makes her surrender to his whims. Her hands grip the sheets, her fingers trembling as her body responds to the touch. Owen senses her surrender and smiles against her lips, deepening the kiss, exploring the warmth of her mouth with a languor that makes her moan softly.
With expert hands, Owen begins to strip her of the silk covering, revealing her pale, perfect skin. She covers herself with one hand, her shyness returning at the exposure, but he reassures her with caresses and whispered words. He places a black silk bikini over her, the fine fabric highlighting the curves of her body. Her breasts, large and firm, rise with each breath, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear, making her shiver.
She lowers her hand, but can't help but partially cover it, her face flushed with embarrassment. Owen smiles, his desire for her growing with each moment. He positions himself over her, his muscular body contrasting with her delicacy. His member, huge and erect, presses against the fabric of her bikini, seeking the warmth of her body.
In the shadows, a presence watches. The butler, a middle-aged man with an intense gaze, has lusted after the young wife since arriving at the mansion. Now, he watches as Owen approaches her, as he touches her with a passion he never dared to show. His hands clench into fists, his heart pounding with a mixture of envy and excitement.
Owen doesn't need words to express his desire. In one fluid motion, he lifts his wife's hips and rips open the bikini fabric, exposing her virgin sex. She lets out a strangled moan, her hands gripping the sheets as he gazes down at her with longing eyes.
"You're mine," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "And I'm yours."
Without further ado, Owen positions himself between her spread legs and penetrates her virgin pussy in a single fluid motion. She moans, her body arching under the impact, her inner muscles clenching around him. The butler watches, his breathing quickening, as Owen begins to move, his hips colliding with hers in an ancient, primal rhythm.
The pleasure is intense, overwhelming. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as her moans fill the room. Owen watches her, his face a mask of concentration and desire, as his member plunges into her again and again. The butler bites his lip, his arousal reaching a fever pitch as he watches Owen take the virginity of the woman he's secretly desired.
"Owen..." she moans, her voice cracking with pleasure. "It's too much..."
"It's not enough," he replies, his voice hoarse. "Not until you're filled with me."
With each thrust, Owen brings her closer to the edge, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm. Finally, with a strangled cry, he ejaculates inside her, his hot cum filling her, dribbling down her legs. She moans, her body convulsing around him, her first orgasm shaking her with an intensity that leaves her breathless.
The butler quietly withdraws, his heart pounding, as Owen takes his wife in his arms, kissing her deeply. His lips move urgently, his tongue exploring her mouth as she gives herself completely to him. Her full breasts press against his chest, her hard nipples brushing against his skin, causing them both to moan in pleasure.
"I want you so much," Owen murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
She nods, her eyes shining with a mix of shyness and passion. Owen leads her to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air as he places her under the shower. The warm water falls over them, mixing with the sweat and cum that still covers them. Owen presses her against the wall, his hands exploring her body as he enters her again, his member slick and hard.
The shower sex is passionate and urgent. Owen takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless, his member becoming her favorite in a matter of moments. She moans, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moves her against the wall, the water mixing with her moans and whispers of pleasure.
"More," she moans, her voice husky with need. "Don't stop, Owen."
He smiles, his face against hers, as he takes her harder, his hips slamming into hers in a frantic rhythm. The water runs over their bodies, mixing with their fluids, as pleasure consumes them completely.
Finally, exhausted and satisfied, Owen holds her in his arms, kissing her tenderly. She snuggles against him, her face flushed but happy, her eyes shining with a new light.
"Is this real?" he whispers, his voice trembling. "Or is it just an illusion in this world of immortal cultivation?"
Owen looks at her, his expression serious as he holds her tightly.
"I don't know," he replies, his voice soft. "But as long as I'm with you, I don't care if it's real or not."
She smiles, her hand caressing his cheek, as the moment lingers in their minds, letting doubt float in the air, mingling with the steam from the shower and the heat of their bodies intertwined.