Chapter 35: The Throat of the Merchant’s Wife (R-18)

The hallway was silent save for the ragged breathing of the woman on her knees and the wet, slick sound of her tongue against his flesh.

Mrs. Lin—Lin Mei—was no longer the dignified neighbor or the lonely wife. She was an altar, and Kai was the idol she was worshipping.

She swirled her tongue around the swollen, purple head of his cock, lapping up the salty bead of precum like it was nectar. Her eyes were turned upward, locked onto his, filled with a hazy, drug-like adoration that only the System’s affection meter could produce.

"More," Kai gritted out, his hands tangling into the messy bun of her hair. "Don't just taste it. Take it."

Mrs. Lin parted her lips. Her mouth was small, lush, and painted with a faint sheen of saliva. She opened wide, her jaw unhinging slightly to accommodate the sheer girth of him.

She moved forward.

Schlop.

The head of his cock breached her lips. It was a tight squeeze. Her lips stretched taut, creating a perfect, vacuum-sealed ring around the glans. The inside of her mouth was scalding hot, a wet velvet sleeve that contracted instinctively around him.

She bobbed her head down. An inch. Two inches.

"Mmph..." She hummed against his shaft, the vibration traveling straight down his spine.

She began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed out as she applied suction, her tongue working frantically against the underside of his frenulum. It was good—incredibly good—but it was too slow for the rage and hunger burning in Kai’s veins.

"Too slow," Kai growled.

He tightened his grip on her hair. He didn't pull; he anchored her.

"Open your throat, Lin."

He drove his hips forward.

GLUCK.

He buried himself. He slid past her lips, past her teeth, over her tongue, and slammed the head of his cock directly into the back of her throat.

Mrs. Lin’s eyes widened, tears pricking the corners instantly. Her gag reflex kicked in, her throat muscles spasming around the intruder, clamping down on his shaft with a desperate, milking grip.

She made a choked, gargling noise, her hands flying up to clutch his thighs, her nails digging into his trousers. But she didn't pull away. She forced her throat to relax, to open, to accept him.

"That’s it," Kai hissed, feeling the wet, hot walls of her esophagus gripping him. "Take it all."

He began to fuck her face.

He pulled back until only the tip remained behind her lips, then slammed back in.

Slurp. Thud.

The sound was obscene. Wet, sloppy, and rhythmic.

He set a punishing pace. He used his hips like a piston, driving into her mouth with the same ferocity he would use on her pussy. Mrs. Lin was helpless against his Strength 9. Her head was snapped back and forth with every thrust, her messy hair unraveling completely, falling over her face in sweaty strands.

She was slobbering all over him. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating his shaft, making the friction slick and maddeningly pleasurable.

"You like this, don't you?" Kai demanded, looking down at her. "Serving me on your knees while your husband is away?"

"Gawk... G-Ghhuuk..." Mrs. Lin couldn't speak. She could only choke out sounds of submission as his cock battered her tonsils.

She was trying her best to please him. She swirled her tongue around the shaft even as he thrust, trying to milk him, trying to be the perfect whore for her master. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure of submission mixing with the physical struggle to breathe.

Kai looked at the scene. This woman—mature, beautiful, forbidden—was debasing herself completely for him. It fed his ego. It fed his power.

He ramped up the intensity. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands now, holding her in place as he fucked her throat violently.

Smack. Squelch. Gulp.

"Deep," Kai groaned. "Take it deep."

He could feel the pressure building in his balls. The [Dragon's Vitality], though faded, had left him with a potent reserve. The friction of her tight, wet throat combined with the visual of her tear-streaked face was pushing him over the edge.

"I'm close," Kai warned, his voice a guttural roar. "Don't you dare spit it out."

Mrs. Lin heard him. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't retreat. Instead, she pushed her face forward, burying her nose in his pubic hair, taking him as deep as physically possible, opening her throat to catch the flood.

She sucked hard. She tightened her lips. She used every muscle in her mouth to milk the release out of him.

"FUCK!"

Kai’s hips snapped forward one last time, holding the position deep in her throat.

His body seized.

Spurt.

The first jet of cum erupted. It shot straight down her throat, hot and thick.

Mrs. Lin shuddered, her body convulsing as she swallowed reflexively.

Spurt. Spurt.

It was a massive load. Wave after wave of white, potent seed flooded her mouth and throat. It coated her tongue, filled her cheeks, and slid down her gullet. She gagged slightly at the volume, but she forced it down, swallowing gulp after gulp of his essence.

Kai held her there for a long ten seconds, pumping the last drops into her, shaking from the intensity of the release.

Slowly, the spasms subsided.

Kai exhaled a long, shaky breath. He released her head and slowly withdrew.

Pop.

His cock slipped out of her mouth, still semi-hard, glistening wet.

Mrs. Lin slumped back on her heels, gasping for air. She was a mess. Strings of saliva and white semen hung from her lips to her chin. Her mascara had run slightly. She looked thoroughly used.

She coughed, wiping a strand of hair from her face. Then, she looked up at him.

There was a smear of white on the corner of her lip that she had missed.

She saw Kai looking at it.

Slowly, deliberately, Mrs. Lin extended her tongue. She swept it across her lip, catching the stray drop of cum. She pulled it into her mouth, tasting him, savoring the bitterness.

She smiled—a broken, beautiful, lewd smile.

"Delicious... Master," she whispered hoarsely.

[Ding!]

The blue screen exploded into existence, filling the hallway with its radiant light.

[Act Complete: Oral Service (Deep Throat).] [Performance Rating: S (Total Dominance).] [Achievement Unlocked: The throat of the Wife.] [Reward: +100 XP] [Bonus: +50 XP for Swallowing.]

[Total XP Gained: 150 XP]

The numbers rolled up.

[Current XP: 300 / 200]

[LEVEL UP AVAILABLE!]

[Congratulations! Host has reached Level 4.] [All Stats Restored.] [Status Updated:]

Level: 4 (100/200 XP)

Stat Points: +5 Available

System Function Unlocked: [The Inventory] (Store items in a pocket dimension).

Kai stared at the screen, his heart racing. He felt the familiar surge of energy—the "Level Up" wash that repaired his fatigue and sharpened his mind. His muscles knit together tighter. His Qi reserves expanded.

He was Level 4. He had the points.

He looked down at Mrs. Lin, who was still kneeling, waiting for his next command.

"Clean yourself up, Lin," Kai said, his voice returning to a calm, controlled baritone. He pulled his trousers up and zipped them. "You did well. Very well."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, right between her eyes.

"I'll be back," he promised.

He turned and unlocked the door. He stepped out into the blinding afternoon sun, leaving the darkened hallway behind.