Chen Mo tests the limits of desire and power by offering his wife to a merchant, unleashing a torrid dance of submission, jealousy, and domination that puts his control at risk.
Chen Mo, the cultivator of the highest realm, is in his private room, a luxurious and detailed space that reflects his power and wealth. The room is lit by scented candles that create an intimate and sensual atmosphere. The air is charged with a mixture of incense and desire, setting the stage for what is to come. Chen Mo, with a mischievous smile on his face, welcomes the new merchant, a fat and bearded man, whose presence contrasts with the elegance of the setting. The merchant, aware of Chen Mo's reputation, feels both intimidated and intrigued by the invitation.
"Welcome, friend," Chen Mo says in a soft but authoritative voice, as he gestures for the merchant to approach. "I hear you are a man of the world, one who knows how to appreciate the finer things in life." The merchant nods, his gaze curiously scrutinizing the room, searching for any sign of what Chen Mo might have in mind. "And to demonstrate my hospitality," Chen Mo continues, "I present to you my wife."
At that moment, she enters, a woman of dazzling beauty who seems to have stepped out of an erotic dream. Her naked breasts, firm and perfect, sway gently with every step she takes. A small red thong is the only thing covering her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair, black as night, cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes, deep and mysterious, fixate on the merchant with a mixture of invitation and submission.
The merchant swallows, feeling his heart quicken. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, so clearly offered as a gift. Chen Mo, noticing the man's reaction, approaches his wife and whispers something in her ear, causing her to smile shyly before looking at the merchant with eyes full of promise. "Enjoy her," Chen Mo says in a low voice, but loud enough for the merchant to hear. "She is yours to do with as you wish."
The merchant, driven by a lust he cannot contain, approaches Chen Mo's wife. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to touch her smooth, warm skin. She does not resist; instead, she leans into him, allowing their lips to meet in a kiss that is both tender and passionate. The merchant embraces her, feeling the firmness of her breasts against his chest, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.
Without preamble, the merchant gets on top of her, positioning himself behind the woman. With one hand, he holds her firmly by the hip, while with the other he begins to caress her body, exploring every curve and every fold. She moans softly, her breath quickening as he approaches his target. The merchant, with a determination that surprises even Chen Mo, begins to insert his thick member into the wife's tight ass. She tenses for a moment, but then relaxes, letting him penetrate her deeply.
"Oh, yes..." she whispers, her voice filled with pleasure and submission. The merchant begins to move with a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. Chen Mo, aroused by the scene unfolding before his eyes, sits in a nearby armchair, his hand slipping inside his robe to begin masturbating. His eyes are fixed on the couple, drinking in every detail, every moan, every movement.
The merchant, emboldened by the wife's response and Chen Mo's tacit approval, becomes more morbid. He kisses her furiously, his lips devouring hers, while his hands clutch her body as if he fears she might disappear. He embraces her tightly, feeling how her body responds to his, how her moans become louder and more urgent. It is as if the outside world has ceased to exist, and only the two of them remain, lost in a sea of pleasure and desire.
Chen Mo, feeling the tension build in his own body, quickens the pace of his hand. His eyes are glazed, his breathing short, as he watches the merchant dominate his wife. There is something deeply erotic in seeing another man enjoy what he possesses, something that awakens an excitement that goes beyond the physical. It is a game of power, of control, and Chen Mo is the master of ceremonies.
Suddenly, the merchant stops, his breath ragged. He looks at Chen Mo with a lewd smile and says, "Your wife is incredible. But I think it's time to take her to my workplace. I want to show her how it's really done." Chen Mo nods, his mischievous smile returning to his face. "Do as you wish," he replies, knowing that this is only the beginning of something much bigger.
The merchant takes the wife's hand and guides her out of the room, toward his workplace. Chen Mo, wasting no time, activates a hidden camera he has installed in the merchant's room. He wants to see everything, he wants to be part of every moment, even if he is not physically present. The image on the screen shows the merchant leading the wife to his desk, where he places her on the polished wooden surface. Without ceremony, he positions himself behind her and begins to fuck her with an intensity that makes Chen Mo bite his lower lip.
The wife moans with pleasure, her hands clutching the edges of the desk as the merchant penetrates her without mercy. His movements are brutal, almost desperate, as if he fears this moment could end at any instant. Chen Mo, observing the scene through the camera, feels more aroused than ever. His hand moves with a frantic rhythm, his body tense as he approaches climax.
But just when it seems the merchant is about to reach his own orgasm, the screen abruptly goes dark. The connection is lost, leaving Chen Mo in the dark, both literally and metaphorically. "What happened?" he murmurs, his heart pounding. The tension in the air is palpable, the future uncertain. Will the merchant continue his dominance over the wife, or will Chen Mo reclaim his place with an even more perverse vengeance? The answer hangs in the air, promising an outcome that only the strongest will be able to handle.
Chen Mo gets up from the armchair, his mind working at full speed. He knows this is not over, that there is more to come. The excitement he feels is almost painful, a mixture of desire, jealousy, and anticipation. He adjusts his robe and leaves the room, determined to find out what has happened. But as he walks through the corridors of his mansion, he cannot help but smile. This is only the beginning, and he is ready to play.