Chen Mo, caught between his spiritual serenity and a forbidden desire, watches as the instructor dominates the shy maid in a game of power and pleasure that will change everything.
The afternoon sun bathed Chen Mo's crop field in a golden light, highlighting the green leaves and carefully plotted furrows. Chen Mo, reborn as a spiritual farmer, was focused on his task, using the proficiency panel floating in front of him to eliminate the insects that threatened his crops. With a precise gesture, he activated the Spiritual Rain technique, and a gentle mist descended upon the plants, nourishing and protecting them. His face, serene and focused, reflected the peace he felt at being in harmony with the earth.
Beside him, the maid, a shy young woman with jet-black hair and lowered eyes, approached with a tray of food. Her simple, somewhat worn dress clung to her figure, showcasing her body in a way that didn't go unnoticed by Chen Mo. Especially her rear end, which was outlined beneath the fabric, involuntarily attracting his gaze. She, oblivious to his observation, bent down to place the tray on the floor, her voice soft and trembling as she spoke.
—Mr. Chen Mo, I have prepared something for you to eat while you work.
Chen Mo nodded with a polite smile, but his attention was no longer on the food. His gaze shifted to the maid's bottom, which was gently swaying as she bent down to pull up some weeds near him. The instructor, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, watched the scene from a few meters away. His presence was to supervise Chen Mo's progress, but at this moment, his gaze was fixed on the maid, his face showing a mixture of annoyance and secret pleasure.
Chen Mo, aware of the instructor's gaze, decided not to intervene. He allowed the maid to continue with her task, her rear exposed in the sunlight. The instructor, unable to contain himself any longer, approached with slow, deliberate steps. His presence was commanding, and the maid, noticing his approach, tensed, but didn't dare look up.
"What are you doing, girl?" the instructor asked in a deep voice, his tone full of authority.
She swallowed, her trembling hands still holding the pulled weeds.
—I-I'm clearing weeds, sir.
Without another word, the instructor bent down behind her and, with a swift motion, pinched her pussy through the fabric of her dress. The maid let out a strangled moan, her face instantly reddening. He smirked, his fingers pressing firmly before sliding down to her rear, groping it brazenly.
"What a firm ass you have," he murmured, his breath hot in her ear.
She closed her eyes, her body trembling with embarrassment and an unfamiliar sensation running through her. Despite her shyness, she didn't resist. The instructor, noticing her submission, stood up and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his enormous erect member. In one fluid movement, he pulled her toward him, positioning her so that her rear was exposed.
"Don't resist," he whispered, his voice heavy with dominance. "This will be for your own good… and Chen Mo's."
The maid, her eyes closed, felt the instructor's glans brush against her entrance. He entered her gently, his movements slow and controlled, as if he were conquering her. She moaned softly, her body adapting to the invasion, her buttocks clenching around him. The instructor began to move with more confidence, his hands holding her hips as he skillfully masturbated her, his fingers finding her clitoris and rubbing it firmly.
Chen Mo, from his position, watched the scene with a mixture of humiliation and excitement. His face was flushed, but his hands moved beneath his clothes, secretly masturbating as he watched the instructor dominate his servant. The situation was degrading, but he couldn't deny the arousal he felt at witnessing it.
The maid, now lost in pleasure, began to move her hips in sync with the instructor's. Her shyness faded, replaced by a ravenous desire.
"More… please, more," he whispered, his voice husky and full of need.
The instructor smiled, his breathing quickening.
—I'll give you more, little addict. And Chen Mo will also receive his reward.
Chen Mo, hearing this, clenched his fists, his excitement mingling with humiliation. The maid, now completely submissive, moaned as the instructor increased the pace, his thrusts deeper and faster. Her tight pussy fit him perfectly, and she felt her orgasm approaching, inevitable and intense.
"I want more cream," she whispered, her face flushed but full of desire.
The instructor laughed contentedly, promising her more as he continued to move inside her. The scene lingered in that moment, with Chen Mo watching from a distance, the instructor promising future pleasures, and the maid desiring more, her body trembling between pleasure and submission. The triangle of desire and humiliation was formed, and no one knew where it would lead.