Ultimate Douluo: Lost in Green Shadows

The morning light filtered through the canopy of ancient trees, casting dappled patterns across the training grounds of Shrek Academy. Liu Feng stood at the edge of the main courtyard, his arms crossed loosely as he watched Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu walk hand in hand toward the cafeteria. Their laughter carried on the breeze, light and carefree, a sound that grated against something dark and possessive in his chest.

He balled his fists behind his back, nails digging into his palms. Lan Xuanyu was too soft, too trusting, too *happy*. The way Bai Xiuxiu leaned into him, her silver hair brushing against his shoulder, the way her fingers interlaced with his—it was a picture of pure devotion. And Liu Feng wanted nothing more than to shatter it.

He had known Lan Xuanyu for years. They had trained together, fought together, bled together. But friendship meant nothing when desire reared its head. Bai Xiuxiu was exquisite—delicate features, a gentle voice that could soothe any wound, and a submissiveness that hinted at depths she herself might not understand. Liu Feng had glimpsed it in the way she deferred to Lan Xuanyu, the way she lowered her eyes when praised. She was a treasure waiting for a stronger hand.

*Why should he have her?* Liu Feng thought, a bitter taste coating his tongue. *What has he done to deserve such loyalty? I’m stronger. I’m sharper. I could give her everything—and take everything from him.*

He smiled, a thin, cold curve of his lips, and turned away. The plan began to form in his mind, each step as deliberate as a blade being honed.

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Three days passed before opportunity knocked. Lan Xuanyu received a mission from the academy—a solo reconnaissance deep into the southern forests, expected to last at least a week. Liu Feng heard the news through the rumor mill and felt a surge of satisfaction. *Perfect.*

That evening, he found Bai Xiuxiu alone on the dormitory rooftop, staring at the stars with an absent look in her eyes. The wind played with her hair, and she hugged her knees, looking smaller than usual.

"You're up here all by yourself?" Liu Feng said, his voice soft and warm, a mask of concern. He approached slowly, hands raised as if to show he meant no harm. "I noticed Xuanyu left this morning. Thought you might want some company."

Bai Xiuxiu turned, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she smiled politely. "Liu Feng? I didn't expect to see you here. Yes, he left early. It's... a bit quiet without him."

"Quiet and lonely, I imagine." He sat down beside her, maintaining a respectful distance, but close enough that she could feel his presence. "He's always training or on missions. I know he loves you, but sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much he's missing right in front of him."

Her smile faltered. "He's dedicated. That's one of the things I admire about him."

"Admiration is different from happiness, Xiuxiu." Liu Feng's voice dropped, intimate and conspiratorial. "You deserve someone who sees you—not just your silhouette in the moonlight, but the fire inside you. Lan Xuanyu is a good man, but he's... blind."

Bai Xiuxiu bit her lower lip. Her eyes flickered with something—doubt, perhaps, or the first crack in her loyalty. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing you don't already feel." He leaned back, looking up at the sky. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who listens without judging, I'm here. No strings attached."

She was quiet for a long moment. Then she nodded, barely perceptible. "Thank you, Liu Feng. That's... kind."

He smiled, this time with genuine pleasure. The first hook was set.

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Over the following days, Liu Feng made sure to appear at every turn. A casual encounter in the library, where he recommended a novel he knew she'd enjoy. A shared meal in the cafeteria, where he listened to her talk about her childhood. A walk by the lake, where he offered his jacket when the evening chill set in.

Each interaction was calculated, calibrated to fill the void Lan Xuanyu had left. Bai Xiuxiu, starved for attention and drowning in the silence of an empty room, began to open up. She told him about her dreams, her fears, her small frustrations with Lan Xuanyu's endless cultivation. Liu Feng nodded sympathetically, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You're so easy to talk to," she said one afternoon, as they sat on a bench overlooking the academy's central fountain. "Xuanyu... he's so focused on getting stronger. He doesn't have time for this."

"Strength isn't everything," Liu Feng said, letting his hand rest casually on the back of the bench, inches from her shoulder. "What use is power if you can't share it with someone who matters? Take me, for example. I've been working on a new technique—an evolution of my shadow control. It's taxing, but I always make time for the people I care about."

Bai Xiuxiu's eyes widened with interest. "Shadow control? I've heard you're one of the best in your year."

"I'm modest." He chuckled, a low, confident sound. "But yes, I've been pushing the limits. Xuanyu is talented, but he's still relying on his bloodline and the Golden Dragon King legacy. That's not skill—that's inheritance. I've forged my strength through sheer will and training. No shortcuts."

She looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together. "He does rely on that quite a bit..."

"Exactly." Liu Feng leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve someone who stands on their own merits. Someone who can protect you without leaning on ancient power. Someone like—" He stopped himself, as if catching an emotion he shouldn't voice.

Bai Xiuxiu's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away quickly.

"I'm sorry," Liu Feng said, pulling back. "I overstepped. Forget I said anything."

"No, it's... it's fine." Her voice was shaky. "I should go. I have training in the morning."

She stood abruptly and hurried away, but not before Liu Feng caught the turmoil in her eyes. The seed had been planted. The wavering had begun.

He watched her retreating figure, a predator savoring the hunt. Lan Xuanyu would return to find a woman already slipping through his fingers. And Liu Feng would be waiting, ready to claim what had never truly belonged to anyone but him.

The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Liu Feng cornered Bai Xiuxiu in the secluded garden behind the academy’s main hall. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across her pale face. She had come here thinking it was a routine meeting about the upcoming team trials, but the moment she saw the predatory gleam in his eyes, she knew she was wrong.

“Liu Feng, what are you doing?” Her voice trembled as she took a step back, her heel catching on a loose stone.

He said nothing, only advanced with the slow, deliberate confidence of a man who had already won. His hand shot out and gripped her wrist, yanking her forward until her body collided with his chest. She gasped, trying to push away, but his strength was overwhelming.

“Let me go,” she whispered, her eyes darting toward the path leading back to the dormitories. No one was coming. The garden was deserted.

Liu Feng’s lips curled into a smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me, Xiuxiu. That’s not very polite.”

“I haven’t. I’m just busy with cultivation.”

“Liar.” He tilted her chin up with his free hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You know what I want. And you want it too. Don’t you?”

Her breath caught. She wanted to deny it, to scream and run, but something in his words resonated deep within her—a hollow ache she had never acknowledged. Lan Xuanyu was kind, gentle, devoted. But Liu Feng was fire. He was danger. And in her quiet, empty nights, she had dreamed of being consumed.

Before she could answer, he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was brutal, possessive. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she whimpered against him, her hands flying up to beat against his chest. But the resistance lasted only a moment. As his tongue forced its way into her mouth, her body betrayed her, softening, leaning in. Her fingers curled into his shirt instead of pushing away.

When he finally pulled back, she was breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with shame and hunger.

“I knew it,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with mock tenderness. “You’ve been starving for someone like me.”

She shook her head weakly, but the denial died on her lips. She had no strength left to lie.

That night marked the beginning. They met in secret—at dawn before the training grounds opened, behind the library stacks during study hours, in the abandoned storage room where old soul devices gathered dust. Each time, Liu Feng pushed her further. He whispered filthy promises in her ear while his hands roamed under her clothes, teaching her body to crave his touch. She went home to Lan Xuanyu with flushed skin and guilty eyes, claiming she had overexerted herself in cultivation.

“You’ve been training so hard lately,” Lan Xuanyu said one evening, his brow furrowed with concern. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, and she flinched. “Are you feeling all right?”

“I’m fine. Just tired.” She forced a smile, unable to meet his gaze. “The new techniques are demanding.”

He nodded, accepting her excuse without question. That gullible trust only made her feel more hollow. Later, when Liu Feng took her against the cold stone wall of the storeroom, she closed her eyes and imagined Lan Xuanyu’s face. The guilt was a dull throb, but the pleasure was sharp and bright, and she surrendered to it completely.

Liu Feng was patient. He broke her down piece by piece, always knowing exactly which words to use and which buttons to press. When she hesitated, he reminded her of her own emptiness. When she cried, he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. And when she finally stopped resisting, when she begged him for more, he smiled like a conqueror surveying his new land.

“You’re mine now,” he said one afternoon, his hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look up at him. “You don’t belong to Lan Xuanyu anymore. You never did.”

“Yes,” she breathed, the word tasting like surrender and salvation both. “Yes, I’m yours.”

Meanwhile, Lan Xuanyu noticed the distance growing between them. Bai Xiuxiu used to laugh freely in his presence, used to seek out his hand and lean into his shoulder. Now she was reserved, distant, always rushing off to some cultivation session that never seemed to end. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her cheek. When he asked what was wrong, she smiled and said nothing.

One night, he found her staring out the window, her expression blank. “Xiuxiu,” he called softly, and she jumped as if startled.

“Oh, Xuanyu. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You’ve been so far away lately.” He stepped closer, his heart aching. “Please talk to me. Whatever it is, I can help.”

For a second—just a second—he saw a flicker of something in her eyes. Regret? Pain? But then it vanished, replaced by that practiced, placid smile.

“It’s nothing. Really. I’ve just been focusing on my cultivation breakthroughs. You know how Master Lin pushes us.”

He wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe that she was still the same girl who had once whispered her dreams to him in the moonlight. So he nodded, and let her slip away again.

The garden grew quiet after she left. Lan Xuanyu stood alone in the shadows, a faint frown creasing his brow. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones. But he pushed the thought aside, convincing himself it was only his own insecurity.

It was the last time he would deceive himself.

The evening air was cool against Lan Xuanyu's skin as he walked through the Academy's quiet corridors. His mission had ended earlier than expected, and a warm thought had bloomed in his chest—surprising Bai Xiuxiu at her dorm. They hadn't seen each other in three days, and the separation had felt longer. He imagined her smile, the way her eyes would light up when she saw him.

He climbed the stairs two at a time, his footsteps soft but eager. The hallway on the third floor was dimly lit, the usual hum of students' activities muted behind closed doors. He reached her door—room 317—and raised his hand to knock.

Then he stopped.

A sound. Faint. Muffled. It came from inside.

He pressed his ear closer to the wood, holding his breath. A rhythmic creak, the protest of bedsprings under strain. And beneath it, a soft, breathy moan that he almost didn't recognize. Almost.

His hand lowered slowly.

Inside, Bai Xiuxiu was on all fours, her pale skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the dim lamplight. Liu Feng knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drove into her from behind. Her hairless pussy gripped him wetly, each thrust drawing a slick, obscene sound that filled the small room. Her head was bowed, her fingers clutching the bedsheet, her mouth open in a silent cry.

"Quiet," Liu Feng whispered, his voice a low command. He pulled back and slammed forward again, deeper, making her gasp. "You don't want anyone to hear, do you?"

She shook her head, tears of shame and pleasure mingling on her cheeks. But she was beyond pretending. The emptiness inside her that she had carried for so long was being filled, brutally and completely, and she wanted more.

A knock rattled the door.

Both of them froze. Bai Xiuxiu's eyes flew open, wide with terror. Liu Feng's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Xiuxiu? Are you there?" Lan Xuanyu's voice came through the wood, warm and concerned.

Bai Xiuxiu's heart hammered. She looked back at Liu Feng, her breath hitching. He didn't pull out. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth next to her ear.

"Answer him," he breathed. "Don't keep him waiting."

"I—" Her voice cracked. She swallowed, tried again. "Xuanyu? What... what are you doing here?"

"Mission finished early. Thought I'd surprise you." A pause. "Are you okay? You sound... out of breath."

Liu Feng began to move again, slowly, deliberately. The head of his cock dragged against her inner walls, sending jolts of sensation through her body. She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.

"Just... just resting," she managed, her voice strained. "I was... exercising."

"Exercising?" Lan Xuanyu's tone softened with amusement. "That's good. You've been working too hard. Can I come in? I brought you something."

Liu Feng thrust deeper, a sharp, punishing stroke that made her breath catch in a strangled moan. She clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Xiuxiu?"

"I—" She forced her eyes open. "Can it wait? I'm... not decent. I just got out of the shower."

"Ah." There was a beat of silence. "Of course. I'm sorry. I should have messaged first."

Liu Feng increased his pace, the wet sounds of their coupling growing louder despite her efforts to stay quiet. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked into her, making her arch her spine like a bow.

"I'll... I'll call you later," Bai Xiuxiu gasped, her voice breaking. "I promise."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lan Xuanyu's voice had taken on a note of genuine worry. "You really don't sound well. Should I get the nurse?"

"*No!*" The word came out too sharp, too fast. She softened it with effort. "No, I'm fine. Just tired. Please, Xuanyu. Go rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

A long pause. She could almost hear him thinking on the other side of the door.

"Alright." His voice was quiet now, subdued. "Goodnight, Xiuxiu. Rest well."

Footsteps retreated down the hallway.

Bai Xiuxiu slumped forward, her forehead hitting the mattress. But Liu Feng wasn't done. He grabbed her hips again, pulling her back onto him with renewed vigor, no longer bothering to hide the sounds.

"Good girl," he growled, his thrusts turning savage. "You did so well."

She sobbed—whether from relief, shame, or pleasure, she could no longer tell. Her body betrayed her, rising to meet his rhythm, the knot of tension in her belly coiling tighter and tighter.

Outside, Lan Xuanyu walked slowly down the corridor, his steps heavy. The warmth he had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a cold, creeping unease. He told himself he was imagining things. The sounds. The strange tension in her voice. It was nothing.

But the image stuck in his mind like a splinter. And deep in a place he refused to acknowledge, something twisted. Not anger. Not jealousy. Something darker. Something that made his heart pound and his mouth go dry.

He shook his head violently and kept walking.

Behind the door, Bai Xiuxiu cried out, her climax tearing through her as Liu Feng spilled deep inside her. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling, her body wrecked and her soul hollow.

Liu Feng pulled out, looking down at her with cold satisfaction. "See how easy that was?" He dressed without hurry. "He'll never know. And even if he does..."

He laughed softly, the sound cutting through the silence like a blade.

Lan Xuanyu lay in the darkness of his own room, staring at the ceiling. The walls of the dormitory were thin, and sounds carried easily. He had grown accustomed to the soft rustle of Bai Xiuxiu's movements next door, but tonight something was different. A low, rhythmic moan filtered through the partition, rising and falling like a pulse. It was her voice, he was certain—but altered, breathless, desperate.

He sat up, his heart hammering. The sound grew louder, punctuated by a wet, slapping rhythm. A man's low grunt answered her, and Lan Xuanyu's blood ran cold. He knew that voice too—Liu Feng, his so-called friend, the senior who had always been overly helpful, overly familiar with Xiuxiu.

His hands trembled as he threw on a shirt and stumbled into the hallway. The door to Xiuxiu's room was ajar, a sliver of golden lamplight spilling across the floor. The sounds were unmistakable now: her shameless moans, his guttural laughter, the creak of bedsprings.

Lan Xuanyu shoved the door open.

The scene burned into his eyes like acid. Bai Xiuxiu was on all fours on the bed, her nightgown bunched around her waist, her face buried in the pillows. Behind her, Liu Feng drove into her with savage, predatory thrusts, his hands gripping her hips so hard his knuckles were white. Her hair was disheveled, her back arched, and her moans were a broken melody of pleasure and shame.

Liu Feng looked up. A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. He did not stop. Instead, he slammed into her harder, his pace increasing until her body jerked with each impact.

"Xuanyu," Bai Xiuxiu gasped, her voice thick with lust and tears. Her eyes met his for a fraction of a second before she clamped them shut, her cheeks flushing.

"Don't stop," Liu Feng growled, slapping her rump. The sound cracked through the room. "Let him watch. Let him see what a real man does to his woman."

Lan Xuanyu stood frozen. The betrayal should have ignited a murderous rage. He should have lunged forward, torn Liu Feng off her, screamed until his throat bled. But instead, a strange heat rose from his gut—a dark, shamed excitement that coiled in his groin. His breath quickened. His fists unclenched. He felt a painful, thrilling stiffness in his pants.

Bai Xiuxiu cried out as her body convulsed, a climax ripping through her. Her legs gave way, but Liu Feng hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her like a piggyback. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her arms looped around his neck, and he walked toward Lan Xuanyu, still buried inside her.

"Open your mouth," Liu Feng said to her. She obeyed, her tongue lolling out. He laughed, then turned to Lan Xuanyu. "You want to taste her? She's been saving it for you."

With a hard thrust, Bai Xiuxiu screamed, her body locking up as a hot gush of liquid splattered from between her thighs. It arced through the air and struck Lan Xuanyu across the face—warm, salty, and shamefully sweet.

He did not wipe it off.

His knees buckled. He sank to the floor, staring up at them—at Liu Feng's triumphant sneer, at Bai Xiuxiu's flushed, ecstatic face—and felt a horrifying, undeniable pleasure. The cuckold fetish stirred within him like a beast waking from a long sleep, and he knew, with sickening certainty, that he would never be free of it.

Liu Feng set Bai Xiuxiu down on the bed and stroked her hair. "Good girl. Now he knows his place." He turned to Lan Xuanyu, still collapsed on the floor. "You're welcome."

The room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the ragged sound of Lan Xuanyu’s breathing. He had crumpled to his knees on the cold floor, his head bowed, his shoulders trembling. But when he slowly lifted his face, there was no rage in his eyes—no tears of betrayal or fury. Instead, a strange, glittering light had kindled in their depths, something between awe and hunger.

Liu Feng, still standing behind Bai Xiuxiu with one hand tangled in her hair, smirked down at the kneeling figure. “What’s this? You’re not going to fight? Not even a whimper? Pathetic.”

Lan Xuanyu’s lips parted. A faint, trembling smile touched them. “No… I understand now,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but eerily calm. “I was blind before. I didn’t see how beautiful it is… to watch you take her. To see her surrender to someone stronger.”

Bai Xiuxiu, still flushed and half-undressed, flinched. She tried to cover herself with one arm, but Liu Feng yanked her hair harder, forcing her chin up. “Stay still,” he ordered, and she obeyed instantly, her eyes downcast.

Liu Feng laughed, a low, pleased sound. “Lan Xuanyu, you really have lost your mind. But you know what? I like it. This is the real you—broken, worshiping at my feet.” He released Bai Xiuxiu’s hair and stepped forward, planting a foot on Lan Xuanyu’s shoulder, shoving him flat onto the floor. Lan Xuanyu didn’t resist. He lay there, staring up at Liu Feng with that same rapturous expression.

“Bai Xiuxiu belongs to me now,” Liu Feng declared, his voice ringing with finality. “From this moment, her body, her pleasure, her will—every part of her is mine. Do you accept that, Lan Xuanyu?”

Bai Xiuxiu, still standing behind him, pressed her thighs together, a hot flush creeping up her neck. She should have screamed. She should have run. But the shame that pooled in her stomach was laced with something dark and thrilling—the relief of being owned, of no longer having to choose.

Lan Xuanyu’s answer was immediate, his voice breaking as he spoke. “Yes… yes, I accept. She was never meant for me. She was always meant for you.”

Liu Feng lifted his foot from Lan Xuanyu’s shoulder and knelt down beside him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and twisting his head to face Bai Xiuxiu. “Then watch. Watch what a real man does to his woman.”

He rose and strode back to Bai Xiuxiu, who was trembling visibly now. Without ceremony, he spun her around and bent her over the arm of the sofa, yanking her skirt up to her waist. She gasped, but didn’t resist.

“Liu Feng…” she breathed, her voice a mix of shame and longing.

He didn’t answer her with words. He took her, hard and fast, right there in front of the kneeling, watching Lan Xuanyu. The room filled with the sounds of wet slaps and Bai Xiuxiu’s stifled moans, each one growing louder, less restrained. Her fingers clawed at the sofa cushion, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut.

Lan Xuanyu watched, his hands pressed flat on the floor, his whole body trembling. A low groan escaped his throat, not of pain, but of desperate, twisted pleasure. He whispered to himself, “So beautiful… so right…”

Liu Feng drove into Bai Xiuxiu with brutal rhythm, leaning forward to bite her earlobe. “Tell him,” he grunted. “Tell your little cuckold how good I make you feel.”

Bai Xiuxiu sobbed, her voice ruined with pleasure. “I’m yours… only yours… he doesn’t matter anymore…”

A few more thrusts, and she cried out, her body arching as she climaxed violently, her nails scratching the sofa fabric. Liu Feng followed a moment later, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan, then staying buried, panting against her back.

Lan Xuanyu, still kneeling, had a desperate look in his eyes. He crawled forward a few inches, his fingers twitching. “Liu Feng… can I… can I please watch again tomorrow? I need to see it again. I need to see her belong to you.”

Liu Feng pulled out of Bai Xiuxiu and stood, zipping his pants with casual arrogance. He gestured down at Lan Xuanyu, a triumphant sneer on his face. “You’ll watch whenever I say. Because that’s all you are now—a pair of eyes for my pleasure.”

Bai Xiuxiu slowly straightened, her clothes in disarray, her face streaked with tears and shame. She didn’t meet Lan Xuanyu’s gaze. She let Liu Feng take her hand and lead her toward the bedroom door.

Lan Xuanyu remained on his knees, his head bowed once more, but his lips curved in a secret, ecstatic smile. In the wreckage of his heart, a new and terrible hunger had been born—one that could never be satisfied.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a humid blanket that clung to Lan Xuanyu’s skin as he knelt on the cold floor. His wrists were bound behind his back with a silk tie—Bai Xiuxiu’s, he realized with a twist in his gut—and his eyes were fixed on the bed where Liu Feng held his wife in a piggyback position. Bai Xiuxiu’s legs were wrapped around Liu Feng’s waist, her back against his chest, her head lolling back as he drove into her from below. Each thrust sent a shudder through her body, and her moans were high and broken, spilling into the stillness.

“Look at her, Xuanyu,” Liu Feng said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. He adjusted his grip on Bai Xiuxiu’s thighs, spreading her wider as he pumped faster. “She’s so wet for me. All that training we did earlier—she’s ready to burst.”

Lan Xuanyu’s throat tightened. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were traitors, dragging across the curve of her spine, the glisten of sweat on her shoulders, the way her fingers clawed at Liu Feng’s hair. She had been his everything, his gentle, submissive Xiuxiu. Now she was nothing but a vessel for another man’s pleasure, and the worst part—the part that made his cock twitch against his pants despite the bile rising in his throat—was that he wanted to see more.

“Please, Feng… I’m so close,” Bai Xiuxiu gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. She rocked her hips against him, chasing the edge with a desperation Lan Xuanyu had never seen in her before.

“Hold it,” Liu Feng commanded, his hand sliding up to grip her jaw. He tilted her face toward Lan Xuanyu, forcing her to meet the hollow gaze of the man she had once loved. “You want to cum? Then you’re going to do it on his face. He’s been so good, watching us. He deserves a taste.”

Lan Xuanyu’s breath hitched. A taste? The words sliced through the haze of his shock, and he shook his head, a feeble gesture of refusal. “No… Xiuxiu, please…”

But Bai Xiuxiu didn’t meet his eyes with shame. Instead, a flicker of something dark and eager passed through her pupils. She nodded, licking her lips as she tightened her legs around Liu Feng. “Yes. I want him to have it.”

Liu Feng laughed, a sound that scraped across Lan Xuanyu’s nerves. “You hear that? She wants it. And you’ll take it, won’t you, Xuanyu? You’ll swallow every drop of her pleasure because you’re nothing but a pathetic cuckold now.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. With a grunt, Liu Feng hoisted Bai Xiuxiu higher, adjusting his balance until her core was level with Lan Xuanyu’s face. The musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and he saw the glistening folds, swollen and red, pulsing with the proof of Liu Feng’s work. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, but he couldn’t close his mouth, couldn’t look away.

“Now, Xiuxiu,” Liu Feng growled, driving into her one last time before stilling, his hips pressed against her. “Let go. Give it to him.”

Bai Xiuxiu’s scream tore through the room as her body arched, a violent spasm that started in her core and rippled outward. Lan Xuanyu saw the first stream arc through the air, clear and hot, splashing across his chin and lips. He tried to recoil, but Liu Feng’s hand was on the back of his head, shoving him forward.

“Open your mouth,” Liu Feng snarled. “Don’t waste a drop.”

The second wave came harder, a gush that struck Lan Xuanyu’s tongue and flooded his mouth. The taste was sharp and slightly sweet, mixed with the bitter tang of his own tears. He gagged, but Liu Feng’s grip was unyielding, forcing his throat open as Bai Xiuxiu’s climax continued, spraying in pulsing jets against his teeth and palate. Her moans faded into a low, shuddering sob as the last of her release trickled down his chin.

“Swallow,” Liu Feng said, his voice a soft command that left no room for defiance.

Lan Xuanyu’s throat convulsed. The liquid slid down, warm and unwelcome, settling in his stomach like poison. When Liu Feng finally released his head, he fell forward, coughing and sputtering onto the floor. He could hear Bai Xiuxiu’s ragged breathing, the wet sound of Liu Feng pulling out of her, the rustle of sheets as she collapsed onto the bed.

“Good boy,” Liu Feng murmured, stepping around him to stand over Lan Xuanyu. He was still hard, his cock slick with her juices, and he stroked it lazily as he watched Lan Xuanyu struggle for air. “You’re learning. Now clean her up. She deserves a real man to worship her after that.”

Bai Xiuxiu turned on her side, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile curving her lips. She looked satisfied, used, and utterly unrepentant. She crooked a finger at Lan Xuanyu. “Come here, love. Finish what you started.”

Lan Xuanyu’s body moved before his mind could protest, crawling across the floor on his knees. His mind was a storm of shame and arousal, a twisted knot he couldn’t untangle. As he reached the bed and pressed his lips to her inner thigh, tasting the mingled remnants of her and Liu Feng, he felt a sickening pulse of pleasure. The cuckold fetish that had been buried so deep was clawing its way to the surface, and he didn’t have the strength to push it back.

Behind him, Liu Feng watched with a satisfied smirk, his hand working his cock in slow, deliberate strokes. “That’s it,” he said, his voice drifting through the haze. “You belong right here, crawling after what I leave behind. And you’ll take it all, every time, because there’s nothing left for you except this.”

Lan Xuanyu closed his eyes, leaned into the humiliation, and let the darkness swallow him whole.

The morning light crept through the curtains of Liu Feng's private suite, casting pale stripes across the silk sheets where Bai Xiuxiu lay tangled in Liu Feng's arms. Lan Xuanyu sat on the floor in the corner, his back against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest. He had been there all night, watching them sleep, feeling something dark and twisted unfurl inside him like a poisonous bloom.

Liu Feng stirred first, his hand sliding down Bai Xiuxiu's bare hip possessively. He lifted his head, eyes finding Lan Xuanyu's hollow gaze immediately. A slow smile spread across his face.

"Still here? Good."

He nudged Bai Xiuxiu awake. She murmured, pressing her face into his shoulder before blinking sleepily. When she saw Lan Xuanyu watching them, she did not pull away. She pressed closer against Liu Feng's chest.

"Love, I need to use the bathroom," Bai Xiuxiu whispered, her voice soft and submissive.

Liu Feng's hand tightened on her waist. "You don't need to go anywhere. You can go right here."

Bai Xiuxiu's eyes widened slightly, then she looked at Lan Xuanyu. Understanding flickered across her features. She bit her lip, a flush rising to her cheeks. "If... if that's what you want."

"It's not what I want," Liu Feng said, his voice hardening. He turned to Lan Xuanyu. "Get over here."

Lan Xuanyu's body moved before his mind could protest. He crawled across the floor on hands and knees, his heart pounding with a sick excitement he didn't want to acknowledge. He stopped at the foot of the bed, looking up at them.

"Your girlfriend needs to pee," Liu Feng said slowly, savoring each word. "And you're going to catch it for her. In your mouth. And you're going to drink it all."

The words hit Lan Xuanyu like a physical blow. His stomach churned with revulsion, but alongside the disgust, something else stirred—a dark, shameful arousal that made his hands tremble.

"Please," Lan Xuanyu heard himself whisper. "Not this."

"Please?" Liu Feng laughed. "You're begging now? That's new. But no, not for mercy. You'll beg for this. Beg for the privilege."

He released Bai Xiuxiu, sliding off the bed in one fluid motion. He grabbed a handful of Lan Xuanyu's hair, dragging him to his knees beside the bed. Bai Xiuxiu watched, her breath quickening, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

"On your back," Liu Feng commanded. "Open your mouth."

Lan Xuanyu's vision swam with tears, but his body obeyed. He lay back on the expensive rug, neck exposed, mouth trembling open. Bai Xiuxiu swung her legs over the edge of the bed, positioning herself above his face. She looked down at him, and he saw in her eyes not pity, not shame, but a glistening hunger that made his heart crack open anew.

"Get comfortable," Liu Feng said, crouching beside them. "This might take a while."

Bai Xiuxiu lowered herself. The warmth of her skin grazed Lan Xuanyu's cheeks. Her scent, familiar and intimate, mixed with something else—the sharp edge of need. He closed his eyes.

"Look at her," Liu Feng snarled. "Watch. Witness."

Lan Xuanyu opened his eyes. Above him, Bai Xiuxiu's face was flushed, her lips parted. She looked beautiful. She looked like a goddess descending to crush him beneath her heel.

Then the pressure began. A trickle at first, warm and startling, splashing against his lips. He tried to turn away, but Liu Feng's grip on his hair held him in place.

"Don't waste a drop."

The stream grew stronger, flowing into his open mouth. The taste was bitter, salty, human—but it was *her*. He swallowed involuntarily, and the shame that crashed through him was so intense it bordered on ecstasy. His body convulsed, but he kept swallowing, gulping down everything she gave him.

Bai Xiuxiu let out a long, shuddering sigh. Her hand found Liu Feng's arm, squeezing as relief flooded through her. "Oh god," she breathed. "That's... that's so..."

"Good, isn't it?" Liu Feng's voice was a dark caress. "Having a slave who will take anything you give him. Who will drink your waste and beg for more."

Bai Xiuxiu's eyes rolled back slightly as she finished. The flow slowed, then stopped. She remained above Lan Xuanyu, breathing heavily, watching as he lay there, face wet, throat working as he swallowed the last mouthful.

"Is it done?" Liu Feng asked.

Lan Xuanyu nodded weakly.

"Show me. Open your mouth."

He obeyed. Liu Feng leaned in, inspecting. "Clean. Good boy."

He released Lan Xuanyu's hair. Lan Xuanyu did not move. He lay there, body trembling, tears streaming down his temples. But beneath the tears, beneath the shame, a terrible warmth bloomed in his chest. She had given him something precious. Something no one else would ever receive.

Liu Feng climbed back onto the bed, pulling Bai Xiuxiu into his lap. She curled against him, nuzzling his neck.

"What do you think, love?" Liu Feng asked her, stroking her hair. "Should we reward him?"

Bai Xiuxiu looked down at Lan Xuanyu, still sprawled on the floor. She smiled, soft and cruel. "Not yet. Let him earn it."

Lan Xuanyu's hands clenched into fists on the carpet. He hated them. He hated himself. And in the deepest, darkest part of his soul, he wanted nothing more than to stay on his knees forever.

Lan Xuanyu’s knees ground into the cold stone floor, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the inferno raging in his chest. His eyes were locked on the bed before him, where Liu Feng had his girlfriend bent over the edge, driving into her with a brutal, rhythmic intensity. Bai Xiuxiu’s moans were shameless, her fingers clutching the sheets as she pushed back against each thrust. Lan Xuanyu’s breath hitched. He should have felt rage, despair—anything but this. Yet beneath his shame, his cock stirred, thickening against his thigh.

“Look at you,” Bai Xiuxiu gasped, turning her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, a cruel smile twisting her lips. “Getting hard while your girl gets fucked? You’re pathetic.” She laughed, high and mocking, as Liu Feng slammed deeper.

Lan Xuanyu’s face burned, but he couldn’t look away. His hand drifted down, trembling, fingers brushing the tent in his pants. He hated himself. He wanted to stop. But the sight of Liu Feng’s hands gripping Bai Xiuxiu’s hips, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh—it ignited something dark and hungry inside him.

Liu Feng grinned, his pace slowing. “You like watching, don’t you, Xuanyu? You want to see exactly what a real man does to your woman.” He pulled out, Bai Xiuxiu whimpering at the loss, and scooped her up in his arms. “Time for a new position.”

He carried her to the edge of the bed, positioning her body so her legs were spread wide, her pussy exposed and glistening. Liu Feng lifted her hips, angling her perfectly. “You’re going to love this,” he murmured, then began to fuck her in a vertical, pissing position, her body bouncing with each upward thrust.

Bai Xiuxiu’s moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her body tensed, and with a wild cry, she squirted, a clear stream arcing through the air. Liu Feng twisted her, aiming the spray directly at Lan Xuanyu’s face.

“Open your mouth,” Liu Feng commanded, and Bai Xiuxiu laughed, grinding against him.

Lan Xuanyu obeyed. The warm, tangy liquid splashed onto his tongue, sliding down his throat. It was humiliating. It was degrading. And it made his cock throb harder. He stared up at his girlfriend’s smooth, hairless pink pussy, glistening and wet, still clenching around Liu Feng’s shaft. His hand wrapped around his erection, stroking slowly, matching the rhythm of Liu Feng’s thrusts.

“That’s it,” Bai Xiuxiu purred, watching him. “Jack off for us. Show us how much you love watching me get filled.” She tilted her head back, moaning as Liu Feng sped up.

Lan Xuanyu’s eyes never left her cunt. He jerked faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps, lost in the twisted ecstasy of his own damnation.