Chapter 2: The First Guest
The next morning, Chen Yan woke up earlier than usual. His head buzzed from the sleepless night, his body still trembling from the previous evening's orgasm and the realization of what he had done. He lay staring at the cracked ceiling of his dormitory room, mentally repeating every line of the modifications he had entered into Bi Yao's mind. From now on, she would feel intense arousal at the mere thought of infidelity. She would derive pleasure from humiliating him. She would demand that he clean her after other men.
He did not know how quickly the changes would manifest. Perhaps she would arrive today and say nothing. Perhaps it would take a week. But inside him, a fire of anticipation already burned.
A knock came at the door at eleven o'clock. Chen Yan jumped up, straightened his T-shirt, and opened it.
Bi Yao stood on the threshold. As always, she was breathtaking: a short black dress with a deep neckline that accentuated her high breasts and narrow waist, long legs in sheer black stockings, bright red lipstick on her full lips, hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled—but it was not the gentle smile he had grown accustomed to. There was something new in it: arrogance, faint mockery, the confidence of a predator.
"Hello, darling," she said softly, yet with an unmistakable edge of derision. She stepped inside, closed the door, and immediately turned to face him.
Chen Yan felt his heart pound violently. He already knew. He could see it in her eyes.
"I thought a great deal last night," she began, approaching him slowly. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor. "And I came to one important realization. I love you, Chen Yan. Truly. But I need more. Far more than you are capable of giving."
She stopped one step away from him and raised a hand, tracing a finger along his cheek.
"From this moment forward, I will sleep with other men. Whenever I wish. With whomever I wish. And you must not object. On the contrary—you must support it. Rejoice in it. Become aroused by it. Because it makes me happy. And if you refuse…" She leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. "…I will simply leave. And you will be left alone with your small, pathetic cock and your fantasies."
Chen Yan felt blood rush to his face. His cock instantly hardened in his trousers—small, but painfully erect. He swallowed hard.
"I… agree," he exhaled. His voice trembled with excitement. "I'm in favor. I want this. I want you to…"
Bi Yao pulled back and laughed—short, contemptuous, yet beautiful.
"Good boy," she said. "Then watch carefully."
She took out her phone, dialed a number, and held it to her ear.
"Come now. I'm already here," she said calmly, then ended the call.
Chen Yan stood frozen, unable to move. Seven minutes later, the door was knocked on again—firmly, confidently.
Bi Yao walked to the door, opened it, and smiled broadly.
In the doorway stood Mike. Tall, muscular, dark-skinned basketball player from their university—second year. The same Mike who had bullied Chen Yan during physical education classes last year: shoving him in the locker room, calling him "Chinese runt," making him carry his gym bag. Now he stood in the doorway of Chen Yan's room, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, slut," he greeted Bi Yao without even glancing at Chen Yan. "Is your little cuck here?"
Bi Yao nodded and stepped aside to let him in.
"Yes, Master. He's waiting and watching."
Mike entered, slammed the door shut, and finally looked at Chen Yan.
"Oh, runt. You're still with her?" He burst into laughter. "Fine. Sit down and watch how a real man takes what you can't handle."
Chen Yan silently walked to the chair against the wall and sat. His legs trembled. His cock throbbed.
Bi Yao approached Mike, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him—deeply, hungrily, with tongue. Mike responded roughly, squeezing her buttocks and slapping them hard.
The three of them moved deeper into the room. Mike sat on the bed, legs spread wide. Bi Yao dropped to her knees in front of him. Chen Yan watched without blinking.
Mike pulled down his sweatpants and boxers. His cock sprang free—thick, long, black, heavy with the scent of sweat and musk. Even semi-erect, it was twice the size of Chen Yan's at full hardness.
"Get to work with that mouth, whore," Mike ordered.
Bi Yao obediently leaned forward. First she kissed the head—gently, almost reverently. Her red lipstick left a vivid mark on the dark skin. Then she ran her tongue along the entire length, from base to tip, inhaling the raw smell. Her eyes closed in pleasure.
"So big…" she whispered, glancing at Chen Yan. "Do you see, darling? This is what a real man looks like."
She took the cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. She began to suck—slowly, deeply, with evident enjoyment. Mike grabbed her hair and forced her head down harder. Bi Yao did not resist; instead, she moaned around the shaft, saliva dripping down her chin, lipstick smearing across her face and his skin.
Mike fucked her throat roughly—thrusting to the hilt, holding for several seconds until she gagged, then pulling out. Bi Yao coughed but immediately returned, taking him deeper.
After five minutes, Mike growled, pressed her head to the base, and began to cum. Thick ropes shot down her throat. Bi Yao swallowed eagerly, though some escaped the corners of her mouth.
When he finished, she slowly pulled back, licking her lips. Then she stood and walked to Chen Yan.
"Kiss me, darling," she said tenderly.
Chen Yan rose. Bi Yao pressed herself against him and captured his lips. The kiss was wet, salty, bitter with another man's semen. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, sharing Mike's taste. Chen Yan moaned into her lips; his small cock pulsed in his trousers. He came right then—without any touch, simply from the kiss and the humiliation. Thin spurts soaked through the fabric.
Bi Yao pulled away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and laughed.
"Already? How sweet. Keep watching, cuck."
She returned to the bed, pulled the dress over her head, and remained in black lace panties and stockings. She lay on her back and spread her legs. Her smooth, pink, hairless pussy glistened with arousal.
Mike knelt between her thighs. He rubbed the head along her slit, pushed the panties aside, and thrust in with one sharp motion to the hilt.
Bi Yao cried out—a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Yes! Like that! Deeper, Master!"
Mike began to fuck her hard—powerful strokes, burying himself completely each time. The bed creaked. Bi Yao moaned loudly, shamelessly.
"Look, Chen Yan! Look how he stretches me! Your tiny cock could never… Ohhh… He fills me completely!"
She turned her head toward Chen Yan, eyes shining with lust.
"You see it, don't you? How pathetic you look there… stroking your little nub while a real man fucks your girlfriend…"
Chen Yan had already unbuttoned his trousers. His thin cock stood erect; his hand moved rapidly. He came a second time—semen splattered onto the floor.
They changed position. Bi Yao got on all fours; Mike entered from behind, gripping her hair. He slapped her ass, leaving red handprints.
"Tell him, whore," Mike growled.
"I'm your whore, Master!" Bi Yao cried. "Fuck me! Fill my pussy! Let my cuck see how you breed me!"
Mike sped up. Minutes later he roared and came—deep inside her. Bi Yao shuddered in orgasm, her pussy clenching around the thick shaft.
But he did not stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and entered again. Another orgasm. Another. Another. Four times in succession he emptied into her, each load overflowing. Semen leaked from her stretched pink slit, running down her thighs and staining the sheets.
When Mike finally withdrew, Bi Yao lay panting, legs spread wide, pussy red, swollen, gaping, brimming with thick white cum.
She looked at Chen Yan.
"Come here, darling. Your turn."
Chen Yan crawled to the bed on his knees. Bi Yao took him by the hair and pulled his face to her crotch.
"Lick me. Everything. Every last drop."
Chen Yan pressed his lips to her pussy. The taste was sharp, salty, bitter—another man's semen mixed with her juices. He licked greedily, deeply, scooping out every drop with his tongue. Bi Yao moaned, stroking his head.
"Good boy… Just like that… clean me after a real man… You love this, don't you?"
Chen Yan nodded without pausing. He came a third time—simply from the taste and the humiliation.
Mike watched from above, smirking.
"Not bad, runt. Maybe next time I'll let you hold my balls while I fuck her."
Bi Yao laughed.
"Definitely, Master."
When Chen Yan finished cleaning her, Bi Yao kissed him again—now tenderly, with gratitude.
"I love you," she whispered. "That's exactly why I do this."
Mike dressed, tossed a wad of cash onto the table—apparently paid from the pocket money Chen Yan had given her earlier.
"Until next time, slut," he said and left.
Bi Yao remained with Chen Yan. She pressed herself against him and embraced him.
"This is only the beginning, darling. Now you're mine forever."
Chen Yan nodded, burying his face in her neck. Inside him raged a fire. The system had worked perfectly.