The kitchen reeked of sex, cum, and sweat, pooling on the tiles and table. It was a testament to the wild frenzy Lin Fengyang and Rong Yulian had shared.
Rong Yulian knelt, her hands covering her massive breasts. Her face was pale with panic as she stared at the parted wall, where a dark passage gaped open.
Fengyang stood nearby, naked. His lean muscles and thick cock were unashamedly exposed, while his calm eyes were fixed on the passage. A curious smirk played on his lips, unruffled by the threat of discovery in Meiyin's manor.
A head peeked out from the passage—Han Caimei's amber eyes darted around the kitchen. Her double buns, tied with jade cords, bounced as she searched for snacks to steal.
When her gaze landed on Fengyang's nudity and Rong Yulian's cum-soaked state, she bit her tongue.
"Oops," Caimei muttered, caught sneaking in just as Madam Rong—who was usually away during these hours—was instead found kneeling in a debauched mess in the kitchen.
Though the scene before her was startling, what truly concerned Caimei was being caught sneaking in to steal food.
Unlike most girls, she wasn't shocked by the sight of Fengyang's cock.
In truth, she had seen it before—vividly remembered from the time she secretly spied on him and Meiyin during one of their steamy encounters.
Back then, she had thought herself unnoticed and watched until they reached their climax. But as she tried to slip away, she was met with the sight of a naked Meiyin blocking her path.
Without a word, Meiyin pinched her ear and dragged her into the study.
There, Meiyin had stripped her bare and spanked her ass raw, each stinging slap a lesson not to meddle in her mistress's affairs, leaving Caimei's cheeks burning with shame and lesson.
Now, as Caimei slowly began to slide her head back into the passage, hoping to escape unnoticed, a calm but firm voice stopped her.
"Stay there, girl," Fengyang commanded.
Caimei laughed awkwardly.
"I didn't see anything! Can I leave? Please, please?" she pleaded, her voice pitching slightly higher in desperation.
Fengyang's voice was calm but carried a commanding undertone.
"Come inside—if you don't want to be in trouble. Of course, you're free to flee, if you think that's wiser."
Caimei hesitated. Her eyes darted to the open passage, then back to Fengyang's gaze, then to the silent but intense Madam Rong.
After a beat of silence, she tiptoed forward, her footsteps light and hesitant as she stepped fully into the kitchen, revealing her slender form.
Fengyang's eyes scanned her, calmly taking in her tense posture and fidgeting fingers.
Rong Yulian's eyes narrowed slightly.
She had long suspected that the recent food thefts had a culprit among the servants—and Caimei, notorious for mischief and possessing a strangely intimate knowledge of the manor's layout, had always been her top suspect.
Still, she had never reported it. Deep down, she felt oddly flattered that someone appreciated her cooking enough to risk breaking rules. And now, the likely thief stood before her in a stolen moment of guilt and exposure.
"Close the walls," Fengyang said.
Caimei sighed, her shoulders dropping slightly as she resigned to her fate.
"If that's what you really want, Master Lin," she replied, her tone low and begrudgingly obedient.
With her head bowed, she reached for the hidden mechanism behind a decorative panel and triggered it. The stone wall panels shifted with a soft grind, sealing off the secret passage behind her.
Now fully trapped, Caimei turned and stood before Fengyang, her body rigid with anticipation. Her eyes flickered briefly to Madam Rong, then back to Fengyang.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak—but no words came.
Her inner thoughts stirred wildly. I hope… he punishes me with spanking. Please it had to be spanking.
She remembered that day vividly—the day her inner masochist awakened. Meiyin had dragged her by the ear, stripped her in the privacy of the study, and spanked her bare bottom until her cheeks burned red.
What should have been shame and pain twisted into something far more dangerous… pleasure. Meiyin had noticed the change in her, stopping the punishment abruptly and chasing her out with a flushed scowl and a stern warning.
Since then, the sting of those slaps had haunted her dreams. And now, before her stood the young master of the manor, with full authority… and a chance to discipline her again.
Please… spank me, she thought, heart pounding.
She bowed her head lower, hands clenched before her, awaiting his verdict.
Fengyang stood with arms crossed loosely over his bare chest, his gaze steady on the fidgeting girl before him.
"What's your name?" he said plainly, the weight in his voice leaving no room for evasion.
Han Caimei straightened slightly, hands clasped behind her back as if standing before a superior officer.
"Han Caimei, servant of Mistress Meiyin," she answered softly, avoiding direct eye contact.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "And what were you doing sneaking around my wife's kitchen at this hour?"
She gave a sheepish smile, the corners of her mouth twitching despite her nerves.
"Stealing food, Young Master. I was hungry."
"You could have asked the kitchen staff during meal hours."
"I know," she mumbled, eyes darting to the side. "But it tastes better when it's stolen."
Madam Rong snorted quietly behind him, though she said nothing.
Fengyang tilted his head, gesturing slightly toward the now-sealed passage. "How did you even get in?"
Caimei hesitated. "There's a loose panel in the west hall. I… found it a while ago. It leads into one of the old maintenance tunnels behind the walls. I just—got curious one day."
"You've used it before?"
She nodded, the blush rising to her cheeks. "Yes. A few times. I usually come in when Madam Rong's off on her evening break… but I guess today she wasn't."
"And you thought no one would notice?"
"I was careful!" she defended, then faltered under his stare. "…Until I wasn't."
He stepped forward slightly, and she instinctively stiffened, her breath catching.
Fengyang gave her a long look before speaking again. "So you've been sneaking into this manor at night, through secret passages, just to steal food?"
"Yes. I couldn't help," She admitted it.
His silence stretched for a moment. She fidgeted, fingers curling against her robe.
"And what else have you seen while sneaking around?"
She froze.
"Be honest."
"…Just the kitchen. Storage room. Once or twice… I might've passed by the baths. Accidentally."
Fengyang raised a brow.
"…And that one time with you and Madam Meiyin," she added in a smaller voice, "but I swear I didn't mean to spy for long…"
"You stayed until the end," he said coolly.
Her head lowered in shame. "Yes."
Fengyang let the silence hang thick in the kitchen, letting her squirm under his gaze.
"Interesting," he finally said. "Very interesting."
Fengyang's gaze lingered on Caimei, his arms still folded as he studied her posture—nervous, but not exactly regretful.
Her cheeks were flushed, not with shame alone, but with something more heated, something far more dangerous.
"So," he said slowly, voice low and level, "how should I punish you?"
Caimei didn't hesitate.
"You can spank my ass," she replied, almost too quickly. Her voice trembled with a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "If it's uncomfortable, I can strip… so you can spank it properly. Just make sure the Red Crescent blooms across it."
A heavy silence fell over the kitchen. Even Madam Rong blinked, lips parting as if to speak but deciding wisely to stay silent.
Fengyang raised an eyebrow.
Did she just say that?
From the side, an ancient, half-ethereal voice crackled into his ear.
Huo Yan: Nani?
Fengyang's eye twitched.
What's wrong with her? he thought, still processing her brazenness. First she offers to be spanked. Then she volunteers to strip down for it. And she even asked for the marks to be visible? Has she lost her damn mind?
"Punish her properly, boy. Let her feel the sting of every slap—don't stop until she knows who's in charge," Huo Yan said.
Fengyang's gaze locked onto Han Caimei, her brazen request for spanking hanging in the air, her amber eyes flickering with a mix of fear and anticipation.
He stepped closer, his naked form towering over her, his voice low and firm. "We can't have it your way, can we?"
Caimei's breath caught. Her heart pounded, her body already reacting to the weight of his presence.
She lowered her head slightly, her voice hushed and obedient. "Yes, Young Master… I'll do as you say."
A faint smirk tugged at Fengyang's lips. He didn't need to repeat himself. "Then start with this—strip."
The command landed hard and clear, brooking no hesitation. Caimei's fingers moved to her jade robe.
Though tension fluttered in her belly, her hands remained steady. She loosened the belt and let the outer layer fall, followed by the pale green inner robe.
One after another, the layers slipped from her frame, until she stood nude amidst the lingering scent of sex in the kitchen.
Her slender body was laid bare under the lantern's warm glow—smooth skin flushed, her small breasts rising with each breath.
She didn't try to cover herself. She simply stood, back straight, gaze lifting to meet his, offering her nudity like tribute.
Fengyang's eyes roamed over her—slow, deliberate. "Crawl," he ordered, voice deep and unhurried.
Caimei dropped to her hands and knees without a hint of shame, her movements fluid and feline, crawling across the tiles with a sway in her hips.
She stopped just short of Fengyang, her face inches from his thick, hardening cock, her gaze flicking up to meet his, eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.
She waited obediently for her punishment.
It was then that he caught motion at the edge of his vision.
Rong Yulian, silent until now, had crept toward the pile of discarded clothes. Her movements were careful, almost hesitant, as if trying not to disturb the sexually charged air.
Fengyang's voice sliced through the silence.
"Stay, Yulian."
She froze mid-step, caught in the act.
His tone softened just a hair, amused rather than angry. "I've got plans for you too."
Yulian obeyed and stood by Fengyang's side in her debauched form which is oozing with his cum and her own.
The scent of sweat, sex, and submission lingered like a veil across the kitchen. Caimei remained kneeling, breath shallow, her lips twitching with need.
Fengyang turned his attention back to her, his smirk deepening.
"Little bitch," he murmured, voice like a growl, "shall we begin your punishment?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her words trembling with need. "Punish this slave."
He threaded his fingers into her hair, guiding her forward. "Good. Then suck me like a filthy whore you are."
Caimei didn't hesitate, her lips wrapping around his thick shaft before he finished speaking, her mouth warm and eager.
She took him deep, her tongue swirling along the veins, sucking with shameless enthusiasm, the wet sounds of her efforts filling the kitchen.
Her hands braced against his thighs, her double buns bobbing as she worked, her eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction.
Fengyang's grip tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed, her lips stretching around his girth, saliva glistening on his cock.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her tongue lapping at the sensitive tip, drawing a low groan from his throat.
Her eagerness drove him closer, the heat of her mouth pushing him toward the edge.
His cock throbbed, and with a deep grunt, Fengyang released, flooding her mouth with a thick torrent of hot cum.
Caimei's eyes widened, but she didn't pull back, greedily swallowing every drop, her throat working as the volume overwhelmed her senses.
She kept sucking, cleaning his shaft with slow, deliberate licks, ensuring no trace of his seed remained.
When she finally pulled back, her lips parted to show her mouth, a faint trickle of cum at the corner, proof of her gulping it all.
She licked her lips, her amber eyes locked on Fengyang's, a mix of satisfaction and submission in her gaze.
The kitchen, still heavy with the scent of their lust, held the weight of her obedience, as Fengyang stood unmoved, his dominance absolute.
Fengyang's hand snapped across Caimei's cheek, her head whipping to the side. A red imprint bloomed on her skin, but she didn't flinch—she moaned, lips curling into a trembling smile.
"Such a shameless bitch," he said coldly, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," she gasped, eyes glistening with need. "I'm your shameless bitch. Punish me more… please."
Rong Yulian stood frozen nearby, unable to grasp what she was seeing.
Caimei, moaning beneath a slap, begging for more with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes… it felt so unnatural.
Caimei… was a kind of woman she didn't know could exist.
Fengyang's voice interrupted her dazed thoughts. Calm. Firm. Absolute.
"Yulian, lie down on the floor."
Her breath caught. For a moment, she simply stared at him, unsure if she'd heard correctly.
But she obeyed.
Without a word, she stepped away from the clothes she had tried to collect and lowered herself to the cold kitchen tiles.
She lay back, staring up at the ceiling.
She thought—perhaps he wasn't satisfied with how he took her earlier. Perhaps he needed more.
Her body tensed in anticipation, uncertain of what he wanted… but too curious, too shaken to disobey.
The heat between the three of them thickened, and the night only deepened its hold.
Fengyang knelt between her thighs. He didn't hesitate.
With a firm thrust, he plunged his cock back into her cum-filled pussy, the wet sound obscene as her walls welcomed him again with sinful familiarity.
Her body arched, mouth falling open in a breathless gasp as the mixture of his earlier release and her own slickness made every motion obscene, wet, and overwhelming.
He didn't move yet. He looked down at her, then turned his head toward Caimei. "Come here," he ordered. "Suck her tit."
Caimei crawled forward immediately, wordless and eager.
Her lips found Yulian's full breast, latching onto the swollen nipple as her tongue teased and flicked. She suckled like a hungry beast, moaning softly around the flesh, her hand sliding up to knead the other breast with greedy care.
Yulian gasped, her back arching further. The feeling of Caimei's mouth on her breast sent shockwaves down her spine—so intimate, so wrong, so electrifying.
Her hands reached out blindly, gripping the floor as her body trembled beneath them both.
Fengyang began to thrust—deep, steady strokes that filled her completely. His cock plunged into her again and again, the slick sounds of penetration loud and raw.
Her cunt squeezed him tightly with every movement, the heat of her core coaxing him deeper, faster, harder.
Yulian couldn't hold back. Her body was already teetering, and with Caimei's eager tongue working her nipples and Fengyang's relentless fucking, the pressure built impossibly fast.
Her cry spilled out in a choked moan as her orgasm crashed into her. Her legs quivered, her back arched, and her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice.
Fengyang groaned low, thrusting hard as his cock pulsed inside her. With one final, deep stroke, he spilled into her again, flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum.
The sensation of being filled pushed Yulian over the edge again, her body spasming as pleasure overtook her completely.
Their bodies remained locked together, Yulian panting beneath him, Caimei still lapping gently at her breast, as the heat between them slowly began to settle into a heavy silence—but sated.
Fengyang slowly pulled his cock from Yulian's pussy with a wet, drawn-out slide, her slick folds clinging to his girth until the head slipped free with a lewd sound.
A thick torrent of cum immediately oozed from her overstretched entrance, spilling out in heavy, milky streams. It dripped between her thighs and pooled beneath her on the tiles, forming a glistening puddle of debauchery.
He stood over her, gazing at the mess with cold satisfaction. "Caimei."
"Yes, Master," Caimei answered promptly, still on her knees, lips damp from suckling Yulian's breasts.
"Clean her up."
Without hesitation, Caimei rose to her feet and turned toward the shelves, eyes searching for a cloth or towel.
"Where are you going?" Fengyang's voice cracked like a whip. "I told you to clean her up."
She froze, glancing back nervously. "But Master… I was going to fetch something to—"
"Don't bother," he cut her off sharply. "Use your mouth."
Caimei's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching. Yulian's face turned beet red, her entire body flushing from neck to navel. She stared up at Fengyang, disbelief and embarrassment warring in her gaze. He was serious—he was really suggesting another woman clean her… like that.
She opened her mouth to protest, but Caimei didn't wait.
A strange heat coiled in Caimei's belly. She'd never done such a thing before, but the command… the filth of it… excited her. It was new. Forbidden. Deliciously degrading.
She knelt between Yulian's legs, placing her hands gently on the other girl's trembling thighs. Her breath ghosted over the slick, glistening folds still leaking his seed.
Without a word, she leaned in and dragged her tongue through the mess.
Yulian gasped, her body jolting as Caimei's tongue parted her cum-slick folds, lapping up the mixture of heat and salt and essence with slow, deliberate strokes.
Caimei's tongue was warm and wet, sliding over her pussy with a reverent hunger. She moaned softly into the act, savoring the decadent taste of mixed fluids, greedily exploring every swollen inch of flesh.
Her tongue traced up to Yulian's clit, flicking and circling, then down again to collect the fresh spill that continued to ooze out.
She sucked gently, drawing the mixture into her mouth, swallowing every drop like it were nectar.
Yulian's hands gripped the tiles helplessly. Her thighs trembled, her breath came in short gasps.
The sensation of another woman's mouth so intimately, so thoroughly cleaning her—while the man who commanded them both watched—it shattered the last pieces of her modesty.
Caimei buried her face deeper between Yulian's legs, tongue working eagerly. She suckled at her entrance, teasing her lips, then pushed her tongue in, tasting directly from the source.
Her nose pressed against the folds as she licked her clean, even as more of Fengyang's cum dribbled out.
She swallowed it all—lavishly, lewdly—until not a trace remained.
Then, as if not yet satisfied, she moved to Yulian's inner thighs. Her tongue swept across the glistening skin, licking up every smear and droplet, cleaning her with the same slow care.
She lapped at the edges, kissed the curves, even nibbled gently before licking again—until Yulian was spotless, save for the heat still radiating from her flushed skin.
When Caimei finally lifted her head, her chin and lips were damp with their mingled essence.
She looked up at Fengyang with wide, amber eyes, her cheeks pink with arousal, her expression glowing with pride.
She knelt upright like a well-trained pet, chest rising and falling, her gaze locked on his—awaiting praise. Expecting it. Needing it.
Fengyang looked down at Caimei, then at Yulian—still trembling, breathless, her thighs slick from the aftermath of pleasure and humiliation.
"Good bitch," he said, voice low and rich with approval. "Now… both of you—come and clean my cock."
Neither woman hesitated.
Caimei crawled eagerly toward him, her movements graceful, feline. Yulian followed more slowly, still dazed from being devoured, her legs weak beneath her, yet she obeyed all the same.
The two women knelt before him, side by side, their flushed faces rising to meet the thick length of his still-slick cock, glistening with their combined lust.
Without a word, their lips met him.
Yulian took one side, her tongue soft and hesitant, while Caimei took the other, licking boldly, moaning as she tasted their mingled juices.
Their tongues slid along the veiny shaft, sometimes meeting and brushing against each other, exchanging heat and breath.
Together, they worshipped him, cleaning every inch with their mouths.
Yulian's lips wrapped around the head, suckling gently, while Caimei ran her tongue along the underside, tracing the throbbing ridge with sinful precision.
Their mouths worked until his cock gleamed clean under the warm lantern light—wet with their saliva instead of seed.
The sight of both beauties kneeling before him, mouths devoted to his flesh, was a picture of pure debauchery.
Their cheeks brushed as they kissed and licked him, lost in the act, as if their roles had been written for them.
Fengyang watched with cold satisfaction, his hands resting on their heads, fingers threading through their hair like a master guiding his obedient pets.
To Fengyang's mild surprise, Caimei leaned sideways and pressed her lips to Yulian's.
It wasn't a deep kiss—just a soft, lingering touch, her mouth warm against Yulian's.
Yulian stiffened for a heartbeat, caught off-guard, but didn't pull away. Instead, her eyes fluttered half-shut, and for a moment, she returned it, tasting the faint traces of herself on Caimei's lips.
It felt strange… yet not unpleasant.
When Caimei pulled back, she turned her gaze to Fengyang, her lips slightly parted, her eyes gleaming with mischief and satisfaction—as though daring him to react.
Fengyang's mouth curled into a slow smirk. "Enough playing. It's time we settled your last punishment."
He pointed at her with a casual flick of his fingers. "Turn around, Caimei. I'm going to spank that ass of yours."
The moment the words left his mouth, Caimei's body tensed with excitement.
She practically spun on her knees, crawling forward before rising to all fours, then lowering her upper body so her ass was high in the air—offered willingly, eagerly, like a gift.
"Yes, Master," she breathed, voice trembling with anticipation. "Please punish your shameless bitch."
Fengyang stepped behind her, taking in the view—her round, smooth cheeks already slightly flushed from earlier friction, now perfectly positioned and utterly inviting.
Then the first slap landed.
A sharp crack echoed through the kitchen as his palm met her flesh.
Caimei gasped, her body jolting, but she didn't pull away—if anything, she arched higher, presenting herself even more.
Another slap. Then another. Each strike was firm, deliberate, building rhythm.
Her ass turned a deepening shade of red beneath his punishing hand, the heat spreading with every blow.
She whimpered, moaned, even thanked him between cries, her voice ragged with mingled pain and pleasure.
Yulian watched in silence, her eyes wide—not with horror, but with growing curiosity. There was something raw, almost beautiful, in Caimei's submission. The way she melted under the sting. The way she smiled through the tears.
By the time Fengyang delivered the final slap, Caimei's ass glowed crimson, trembling with every breath she took.
Her thighs were slick again, her body trembling from the satisfaction of receiving exactly what she craved.
She stayed in position, breathing hard, her face flushed, her smile soft and utterly blissful.
Fengyang stepped back, looking over the scene he'd shaped—two women kneeling in obedient silence, bathed in sweat, lust, and submission.
And with that, the night of discipline, pleasure, and debauchery came to its close.