Young Master Jian is Too Much of a Cuck

The lord of the manor explores his darkest desires, while his fiancée indulges in an erotic game. An alternate world, a mother and her bikini, and a scene that excites the lord of the manor in an unexpected way.

The lord of the fief returned to his castle with a satisfied smile on his face. He knew his betrothed, the beautiful and submissive Lady Isabella, was eagerly awaiting him. Upon entering her chambers, he found her lying on the bed, her body covered only by a delicate silk bikini he had chosen for her. The deep red garment highlighted the paleness of her skin and the curve of her breasts, leaving little to the imagination.

"My lady," he said, approaching the bed with a slow, deliberate step, "I see you are ready for our little game."

Isabella sat up, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She knew what her fiancé expected of her, and although deep down she felt a pang of shame, she couldn't deny the desire burning inside her.

"Yes, my lord," she replied softly, extending a hand toward him. "What do you wish me to do?"

The lord of the manor sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Isabella's body. With a gesture, he indicated a man waiting in a corner of the room. He was a strong and handsome young man, with a mischievous smile that betrayed his enthusiasm for the task entrusted to him.

"He will be your companion for the next three days," the gentleman explained, as the young man approached and knelt before Isabella. "I want you to caress him, to let him feel the warmth of your hands and the softness of your lips. And, of course, to devour him with your mouth."

Isabella nodded, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton the young man's pants, revealing his erection. His penis, hard and throbbing, rose before her, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation.

"Slowly, my lady," the lord of the manor murmured, leaning toward her and whispering in her ear. "I want you to savor it, to make it yours with your mouth."

Isabella obeyed, bringing her lips to the young man's member. She kissed it gently at first, feeling the warm, soft texture against her tongue. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she began to lick it, from base to tip, savoring every inch of his skin.

The young man moaned softly, his hands gripping the sheets as Isabella took him completely into her mouth. She looked into his eyes, feeling the power she held over him in that moment. With every movement of her tongue, with every suck, she brought him to the edge of ecstasy.

The lord of the manor watched the scene with satisfaction, his fingers playing with the edge of Isabella's bikini. With a quick movement, he pinched her clitoris, causing her to writhe and moan around the young man's penis.

"That's it, my lady," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Twerk it inside you."

Isabella stood up, her body moving to the rhythm of imaginary music. With the young man's member still in her mouth, she began to sway her hips, her rear end moving in sensual circles. The young man, now standing behind her, held her waist, guiding her movements as she devoured him with her mouth.

The lord of the manor approached, his hands caressing Isabella's breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers. She moaned, her mouth working more fervently, as he led her in an erotic and sensual dance.

For three long days, the scene was repeated, each time with increasing intensity. Isabella surrendered herself completely to her fiancé's desires, her body becoming an instrument of pleasure for the young man and the lord of the fief. Each night, after cleaning her and making sure she was comfortable, he left her to rest, his mind already elsewhere.

And that place was a different world, a world where a big-bottomed mother lived in the countryside with her old-fashioned father. The lord of the manor had discovered this world by chance, and ever since, he had been fascinated by the mother's beauty and the father's innocence.

One day, while exploring this new world, the lord of the manor found the mother sweating profusely in her house. The landlord, a robust man with a lustful gaze, was rubbing her vigorously, his hands running over her body with familiarity.

The lord of the manor hid, his heart pounding as he watched the scene. The mother, her dress sticking to her body with sweat, writhed beneath the landlord's hands, her moans filling the air.

He couldn't resist. With one hand inside his pants, he began to masturbate, his gaze fixed on his mother as she surrendered to the pleasure. He watched her undress, her curvaceous, perfect body glistening in the sunlight, and then he saw her sit on the couch, her hips moving in a primal, sensual rhythm.

The lord of the manor climaxed, his semen staining his hand as he watched the scene. He knew he should feel guilt, but instead, he only felt deep satisfaction. He had discovered a new pleasure, one that excited him in a way he had never experienced before.

Determined to explore this world further, the lord of the manor approached the mother and the landlord, covering his infidelity with a smile and a promise of silence. He bought them a modern bikini, one that didn't belong in that rural world, and gave it to the mother, ordering her to wear it for him.

"I want to see you sitting on it," she said, her voice low and seductive, "in front of your father. Make him think it's yoga, if you have to."

The mother smiled, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew she couldn't refuse, not to this man who seemed to have a power over her she didn't understand.

And so, in front of her father, who thought it was a simple yoga session, the mother sat on the landlord, her bikini glistening in the sunlight. The lord of the manor watched, his heart pounding as the mother moved, her hips gyrating in an erotic and sensual dance.

The father, innocent and unaware of the true nature of the scene, smiled proudly, believing his daughter was simply exercising. But the lord of the manor knew the truth, and the knowledge excited him in a way he couldn't explain.

Happy and content, the lord of the manor retired, his mind already on his next move. He had found a new pleasure, one that took him to different worlds and made him feel alive in a way he'd never experienced before. And he knew this was just the beginning.