Seeing the look of envy on my wife's face, I stepped on her vulva and said, "Your slutty pussy is gorgeous! Any man who sees it goes mad wanting to fuck it! Unlike mine—people take one look and sneer, calling it a 'rotten pussy.' If it didn't feel so good to fuck, hardly anyone would be willing to touch it!"
My tone was full of resentment, for I was speaking the truth.
"That's because you're a piece of trash! A slut who deserves to be cursed at while she's being fucked, right? If *I* had a pussy like yours, even more men would curse at me."
With that, my wife vigorously licked the thick pubic hair on my severed vulva before placing it on the iron plate to grill.
By the time we finished this peculiar breakfast, both my wife and I had lost half a breast, half a buttock, and our vulvas.
Savoring the lingering taste of each other's flesh, we got dressed.
After tidying up, we left the tavern under the waiter's puzzled gaze.
The martial artists behind us were still speculating about our identities, but we paid them no heed.
We spent the entire morning wandering around town.
Just before noon, we ran into Yang Su, who was out shopping with Xiao Hongmei and Xiao Lan.
The flushed, post-coital glow on Xiao Hongmei and Xiao Lan's faces—along with the lingering, lustful scent clinging to them—told us clearly that they had already fucked Yang Su. Yang Su hadn't just bedded his sister and mother; he hadn't even spared his daughter!
After meeting up with them, I asked Yang Su for the location of the military camp where Yang Yi and Mother were stationed, and then prepared to go there with my wife.
Xiao Lan, whom we hadn't seen in a long time, insisted on coming along, so Yang Su brought them with us.
Yang Su held a military rank himself; he simply produced his token, and we were easily admitted into the camp.
Inside the camp, Xiao Hongmei and Xiao Lan found everything novel and exciting, constantly pestering Yang Su with questions.
Although my wife and I had never set foot in a military camp before, we had watched plenty of movies and TV shows about them in our past lives. Combined with our martial arts training in this life, we weren't particularly awestruck by the surroundings.
Moreover, drawing on my experience with university military training and my knowledge of modern military drills, I spotted numerous flaws in their training methods.
As we reached an open area within the camp, we heard bursts of cheering coming from nearby.
When we hurried over to investigate, we discovered the reason for the cheers: Mother was sparring with the soldiers on the training grounds.
Nominally, it was a martial arts contest, but in reality, it was Mother instructing them on their combat skills.
However, given Mother's sexy attire, they had little mind for martial arts practice; their attention was almost entirely focused on her breasts—largely exposed—her long, beautiful legs revealed as her skirt fluttered, and her full, rounded buttocks that the thong failed to fully conceal.
Whenever the lewd words written on her buttocks were revealed, they would watch with intense excitement.
After knocking down her opponent, Mother began to point out his errors and shortcomings.
At that moment, both the man who had been knocked down and the hundred or so mid-to-low-ranking officers watching nearby listened intently.
After all, the techniques Mother was teaching them were life-saving skills; they would likely never again have the chance to be instructed by a peerless martial arts expert like her.
After coaching the defeated man, a burly fellow was pushed forward to take the stage.
Looking at Mother with an embarrassed expression, he said, "Your Highness, I... I specialize in wrestling. Perhaps we shouldn't spar?"
Hearing this, the corners of Mother's mouth curled up into a charming, alluring smile that nearly made the men lose their wits.
Then, Mother did something that caused them to lose their composure completely.
Amidst the crowd's astonished gazes, she untied her skirt and slipped it off, fully revealing the long, beautiful legs and buttocks that had previously only been glimpsed intermittently.
While everyone stared at her voluptuous buttocks and shapely legs, Mother undid her top and removed it as well.
This left her wearing nothing but a small black *dudou* (bodice) and a thong.
Yet, the sight of her in this attire was far more alluring than total nudity. "Come on! Big guy! Let's wrestle, Auntie Princess! Let me see just how strong you are!"
Mother spoke to the burly man with a teasing, provocative look on her face.
Any man worth his salt wouldn't hesitate to step up in a moment like this; stripping off his shirt and letting out a wild shout, the burly man lunged at Mother.
"Your Highness, please forgive my offense!"
He offered an apology, yet his eyes were fixed on the sliver of her areola peeking out from beneath her tiny *dudou* (bodice), his heart burning with the desire to taste her.
As the burly man charged, Mother didn't channel any internal energy; instead, she met him head-on using nothing but raw physical strength.
*Thud.*
With that sound, their vastly mismatched bodies collided and locked in a stalemate.
Everyone watched with intense envy as the burly man locked horns with Mother.
Although everyone knew the Princess was a notorious slut, no one expected her to be this brazen—wrestling a man with her buttocks exposed in a setting like this.
Watching Mother's voluptuous, swaying buttocks—and the lewd words written upon them—as she grappled with the man, the officers secretly gulped, their mouths watering.
The burly man wrestling Mother couldn't hold out for long.
The erotic scent radiating from her made it impossible for him to concentrate; the moment his breathing faltered, Mother easily threw him to the ground and straddled his waist.
Pinning his arms down with her hands, she completely subdued him beneath her body.
The position was incredibly suggestive, looking for all the world like a beautiful woman straddling a man to pleasure him. Mom's semi-naked state made the men's mouths go dry.
The burly man pinned beneath Mom had a cock that was already fully erect, pressing hard against her pussy.
"You naughty boy! I'm teaching you martial arts—why are you poking my ass and my slutty pussy with that nasty thing?"
Mom looked at the man with a seductive, flirtatious expression and spoke in a mock-scolding tone.
"Your Highness, it's not that I mean to be disrespectful, but you are simply too beautiful—I can't help myself!"
The man said with a lewd grin.