Wang Biao leaned back in his apartment chair, the faint hum of the city outside his window blending with the soft opera music from his phone. It had been a week since the chaotic ecstasy of Zhao Family Village—Li Mei's petite body breaking under his relentless thrusts in the banquet tent, her mother's full, mature curves yielding to his commands, and Zhao Jieyu's fierce spirit crumbling into desperate moans as he claimed her from behind.
The three women now texted him daily, begging for "visits," their messages filled with explicit promises of submission. He had them on rotation—Li Mei for her innocent tightness, Wang Juan for her experienced greed, Zhao Jieyu for her athletic endurance. His life was a cycle of domination, each encounter pushing his hypnotic power further.
But the thrill was addictive, and he craved more. His phone buzzed—Bai Ling.
"Wang Biao, you've outdone yourself again. That village wedding? Rave reviews. Now, get ready for something bigger. High-society gig in Xianjiang City. Groom's Gao Ming—top scholar, Ivy League type. Bride's Mo Huamei—beautiful, educated, from a prestigious family. Childhood sweethearts, perfect couple. They requested you after hearing about your 'unique style.' This could open doors to the elite."
Wang Biao's interest piqued. An intellectual bride—refined, proper, untouched by his world of raw lust. Breaking her would be exquisite.
"Send the details. I'll make it unforgettable."
The files arrived: Gao Ming, 22, tall and thin, black-rimmed glasses, scholarly air. Mo Huamei, 19, stunning—brown curly hair, delicate features, voluptuous figure with full breasts and a narrow waist that screamed for rough hands. Her photos in the sample dress showed a woman of elegance, but Wang Biao saw the potential for debauchery beneath.
The wedding was in three days—at the opulent Xianjiang International Hotel, a blend of modern luxury and subtle cultural nods. Wang Biao spent the time planning rhymes, envisioning Mo Huamei's cultured body writhing under his control.
Wedding day arrived. The rooftop ballroom was a dream—crystal chandeliers casting diamond light, white roses everywhere, ocean view beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Guests were elite: professors, executives, all in tailored suits and gowns.
Wang Biao spotted Gao Ming in the groom's suite—nervous but beaming, adjusting his tie. "Mr. Wang, thank you for coming. We've heard your toasts are poetic magic."
Wang Biao smiled politely. "I'll make sure it's special."
Then Mo Huamei entered for photos—ivory gown hugging her curves, low neckline teasing her ample cleavage, brown curls framing her intelligent hazel eyes. She was graceful, poised, a high-society gem.
Their eyes met. She smiled demurely. "Emcee Wang, a pleasure."
Wang Biao's cock twitched. Soon, that poise would shatter.
The ceremony began. Maria walked the aisle—a vision of elegance, guests murmuring awe. Vows exchanged flawlessly.
Then the toast.
Wang Biao raised his glass, locking eyes with Mo Huamei.
"The couple's love is pure and bright,
but bride, tonight feels just right.
Vows to the groom? Let them fade—
kiss the emcee, don't be afraid."
Mo Huamei's hazel eyes glazed. She stepped from Gao Ming—who looked puzzled—and crossed to Wang Biao. Her full lips pressed to his—soft, warm, parting slightly as her tongue flicked out instinctively.
The kiss deepened; she moaned softly into his mouth, body melting against him.
Guests cheered, thinking it playful.
Gao Ming clapped uncertainly.
Wang Biao broke the kiss, whispering a rhyme in her ear:
"The dress is lovely, but let it fall,
bare your body to one and all."
Mo Huamei's hands moved—zipper down, gown sliding off to reveal lace lingerie straining against her voluptuous form.
The crowd roared approval.
Gao Ming froze, but joined the cheers under hypnosis.
Another rhyme:
"Lingerie off, show your grace,
let the emcee claim his place."
She stripped fully—massive breasts bouncing free, pink nipples hard, smooth pussy glistening with sudden arousal.
Naked before hundreds, she trembled, hazel eyes locked on Wang Biao with burning need.
He approached, fingers tracing her curves.
"On the table, legs spread wide,
let me taste what's inside."
She obeyed, climbing onto the head table, parting her thighs to expose her virgin slit—pink, wet, quivering.
Wang Biao knelt, inhaling her refined scent—musky, sweet, intoxicating. His tongue traced her folds slowly, savoring her.
Mo Huamei gasped, body arching.
"Ah… Emcee Wang… what… oh god…"
He licked deeper, tongue flicking her clit, sucking gently.
She moaned louder, hips bucking.
"Please… more… it feels so good…"
He added fingers—two sliding into her tightness, curling to hit her spot.
She writhed, hands in his hair.
"Wang Biao… finger me harder… make me cum…"
He obliged, pumping fast, tongue lashing her clit.
She shattered—body convulsing, squirting onto his face.
The guests cheered wildly.
Gao Ming watched, aroused and confused.
Wang Biao stood, freeing his massive cock.
Mo Huamei stared hungrily.
"Fuck me… please… I need it…"
He positioned, rubbing his head along her slick entrance.
One thrust—and he claimed her virginity.
She screamed—pain turning to ecstasy as he filled her completely.
"So big… stretching me… don't stop…"
He pounded her—deep, relentless strokes that made her breasts bounce wildly.
Her moans filled the hall.
"Harder… fuck your educated slut… own me…"
He grabbed her throat lightly, thrusting deeper.
"Tell them—whose cock is this pussy for?"
"Yours! Wang Biao's! Not his… ahhh!"
Gao Ming knelt, whispering, "Yes… take her… she's yours…"
Wang Biao flipped her, taking her from behind—ass high, face down. He slapped her cheeks red, pulled her hair.
"Beg for my cum."
"Please… breed me… fill your slave…"
He erupted inside her—hot floods claiming her womb.
She came again, body milking him dry.
But he continued—pulling out, flipping her, fucking her tits, then her mouth, then back inside her pussy.
Hours of extreme domination: choking, spanking, fingering her ass while pounding her cunt.
Dialogue poured from her:
"Choke me harder… make me your whore…"
"Slap my tits… yes… hurt me…"
"I'm your cumdump… use every hole…"
He came three more times—once down her throat, once across her breasts, once deep in her ass after prepping with fingers and tongue.
By the end, Mo Huamei was a wrecked mess—body covered in marks, every hole leaking cum, whispering devotions.
Gao Ming, hypnotized, agreed to fund Wang Biao's life—monthly transfers, no questions.
Wang Biao left with Mo Huamei in tow, her naked body wrapped in his jacket.
In his car, she knelt between seats, sucking him clean.
At his apartment, he fucked her again—extreme, endless—until dawn.
She was his slave now.
And his power grew unchecked.