CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66 - BUTT PLUG

"Hic... sob... why, Yue! ... snfff... husband, you are cruel."

Mei’s voice cracked as she tried to bury her face into her hands, but I caught the way her shoulders trembled, the fake fragility—the drama of a spoiled wife masking sharp, wet desire.

Her knees were folded to her chest, breasts squished up between her thighs, but the wet mark spreading between her legs betrayed her.

I blinked down at her, caught off guard.

The relief in Feng’s panting body still throbbed against my chest, Yue waiting eagerly, thighs glistening as she nodded—but there Mei sat, pretending I’d abandoned her to the side.

My brows furrowed as I stepped slowly closer to the bed, hand outstretched toward her.

She was walking herself into some elaborate sulk that even confused me.

Mei, always dramatic, weaving vines of guilt around my heart tighter than the ones around her nipples earlier.

"What happened to you?" I asked simply, my hand stretching forward again, palm turned up.

Even I was confused by her—was she crying because she truly hurt, or was she already tugging me back into her, making me hers before Yue?

Her hair spilled across her face as she raised her head, lips trembling, and she whispered with eyes too wet, though glowing with lust, "I... I missed you more."

The words hit, soft but pointed, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught Yue’s mouth twitch.

That bronze warrior wife of mine narrowed her eyes, tongue clicking in irritation before she snapped:

"It was her who said it! Husband, don’t be fooled. While you slept, she spent nights whispering how you’d forget me first, that I’d only be a placeholder until you chose her vines again!"

Mei gasped, turning sharply toward Yue in mock shock, eyes flashing.

"I said nothing like that! You were the one who mocked me every night, saying I was too clingy to keep you warm, that when husband woke, he’d get bored of me first!"

Their sharp words clashed in the silk-walled chamber, over breasts heaving with jealousy and hungry thighs pressed together, soaking the sheets.

That small, petty quarrel showed in raw light just how maddening, how exhausting it was to juggle wives.

Beauty and venom wrapped together; love and lust always biting against each other.

I sighed softly—then smirked.

It was hard, yes.

But I knew exactly what to do.

I stepped forward as Mei turned again to glare, poisoning her vines with venomous looks toward Yue.

My hand rose—not softly.

I grabbed her jaw, fingers digging into the soft skin of her cheeks, thumb pressing her lower lip down.

Her eyes widened in shock before slowly quivering, warmth flickering in her gaze as her jaw trembled under my hold.

I tilted her chin back toward me, ripping her glare away from Yue’s smug face.

She froze—her lips parting into a soft gasp, then trembling again when she felt my breath wash down against her mouth.

Her moans cut short, body trembling like the warmth of my lips hovering there was already too much for her.

And she closed her eyes.

Slowly, deliberately.

Her lashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth pulled up.

A shy smile mixed with raw anticipation.

Yue clicked her tongue and looked away, cheeks red with heat, teeth tugging at her lip as she hissed, "Tch. Figures. He’s choosing Mei first again."

But I leaned down, kissing just past the corner of Mei’s mouth, grazing her cheek until my lips brushed her ear.

She trembled violently as if the mere whisper of air across her lobe undid her.

"Turn around," I whispered, my voice low and growling with command. "Bunch your skirt."

Her chest rose sharply, gasping at the tone that turned her breathless.

Like a wife embarrassed but desperate to obey.

"I..." she whispered nervously, but without hesitation, she shifted onto all fours.

Her plump ass rose slowly, skirt tangled now around her waist as shy hands clutched it, bunting the fabric upwards to reveal the soft cream of her thighs spreading open.

The golden light hit her perfectly, ass up, cunt lips swollen, her panties sheer with arousal.

Her body shook, embarrassed, her whole back trembling red from nape to hip.

She lowered her face to the pillow, hiding the coy smile that betrayed her submission.

"Good girl," I muttered, sliding onto the silk bed behind her.

My cock was iron, demanding, throbbing with blood—it wanted to bury itself into her slick folds immediately, but I stopped.

Instead, I pinched her soaked panties and dragged them down, slow... deliberate... pulling them inch by inch over her swollen pussy lips.

The fabric clung lewdly, sticky with her juices, snapping off with a slick schlick.

Her cunt lips glistened, swollen, dripping down her thighs—sweet, raw submission in physical form.

Mei gasped, "It’s embarrassing..."

"Not nearly enough," I muttered, pressing my finger lower—not against her cunt, but her puckered star.

Her tight virgin asshole quivered under my fingertip immediately, twitching like it had never been touched.

Her body jolted forward, ass cheeks clapping from the spasm, her vine-like aura flailing around her thighs.

"Ahh!! H-husband! Not... not there! That’s my... ahhn...!"

I circled the rim slowly, feeling it tremble, contracting and relaxing with weakness, slick trails running down to make it gleam.

My fingertip pressed gently—not breaking in, just making her gasp, moan, and hide her face deeper against the pillow biting her lips shut.

Yue had stopped touching herself altogether, green eyes sharp with disbelief, anger—and new arousal.

Feng’s head slowly lifted too, sweat still dripping from her tits, curiosity written all over her face as she whispered hoarsely, "Husband... why touch her there?"

I smirked, pulling my hand away.

Without another word, I stood and walked across to the corner chest, pulling it open.

The golden light illuminated toys no one in this world had names for.

My hand plucked one specifically—a glistening butt plug of smooth crystal, shaped like a teardrop, with a long, fluffy snow-tail attached to its end.

And beside it, a small vial of thick, enchanted lubricant.

The room hushed.

I turned back, holding it high so all three could see.

Yue tilted her head, frowning with disbelief, her lips twitching.

"What... what is that?"

Feng blinked, her lips parting, pale cheeks glowing.

"Husband... it has a tail...?"

And Mei, staring over her shoulder as her body endlessly trembled in position, whispered brokenly:

"That... that doesn’t... go in the... that’s not for..."

I perched beside her ass, opening the vial and dripping the shimmering lube onto the plug.

It rolled down with thick wetness, glistening.

I then poured some directly onto her trembling ring, the liquid trailing down to mix with her pussy’s slick shine.

Her body jerked.

"Ahhhhhh! Cold! Oh heavens! What—what are you doing—"

"Sssh..." I smirked, hand firmly pressing her hips down. "Preparing you."

The fat tip pressed against her asshole, the lube smearing into her pulsating ring.

She clenched, tiny squeaks muffled into the pillow, her whole body tense.

I twisted slightly, and the penetration pushed.

Plop.

Her gasp ripped the room.

Loud, sharp.

"AHHHHHH! It’s... aaahhh!! It’s stretching me! H-husband!!!"

The crystal plug disappeared inside inch by inch, stretching her until the base pressed snugly against her ass cheeks.

Her pussy overflowed instantly, juice streaming down her thighs.

Her vines lashed desperate and wild—it was breaking her brain.

Yue’s eyes were wide, her fingers frozen at her clit.

"Husband... you’re in her ass...?"

Feng clutched her breasts, her jaw hanging open, pale face flushed.

Mei moaned gutturally, hips jerking back despite the tears in her eyes.

Her cunt leaked, juices puddling the sheets as she gasped breathlessly:

"Aaaaahn! It’s the wrong hole, husband!! That’s my... ahhh! That’s wrong!"

I leaned forward, lips brushing her ear.

My voice was low, firm, thick with the growl of ownership.

"Prepare it. After I’m finished with Yue... I’ll enter this same little hole."

The moment the words landed, she broke.

Her eyes went round, wide, glowing red with flush.

The thought alone detonated her.

Her pussy sprayed violently, hot squirt gushing as she screamed muffled into the pillow.

She came—hard.

Ass up, hips spasming, juices soaking the silk.

A wife with her skirt bunched, wearing a tail plug, face buried and moaning raw into the sheets like a breeding slut.

The room fell silent, filled only by the sound of liquid dripping and her gasping sobs.

Yue shook visibly, green eyes blazing, lips parting but no words spilling.

Feng trembled, a flush spreading as she gaped.

And Mei—still trembling like an animal—jerked back, ass quivering with the tail twitching, pussy still leaking in streams, whimpering into the pillow.

The silence roared louder than words themselves.

I smirked.

"See? Even your body knows where you belong... prepare as I might just become addicted to pounding this hole."

Her hips bucked again, clenching tighter around the plug, another squirting spray severing the silence.

"Aaanggg—mnnhhhh—Squirt."