Chapter 23

Principal, I want to hear you say: Dear Master, I am your sexual slave. Please use your cock to ravage and toy with your slave as much as you like. No matter when, I will surely satisfy your lust. No matter where, I will surely serve your cock. Please enjoy every part of me, your slave, to the fullest! …Alright, just say it like that. Principal… Ah! No… I should call you… Sexual Slave Principal…」

「Wuwu… No, it sounds too awful. I am your principal… not your… your… sexual slave principal… Ahhh… You… you… you’re fingering me again… I… I… I can’t say it… I am a sacred professional… Ah… Ahhh…」

「A sacred professional? Principal! Have you ever seen a ‘sacred professional’ who spreads her legs in front of a student, dripping with lewd juices like she’s incontinent? Show your true colors! You’re just my sexual slave, my flesh doll. Look at yourself—still won’t admit it!」

I casually picked up the small mirror on the desk and let the principal see her own debauched state. Sure enough, after a moment, the principal looked up at the sky, sobbing and helplessly said:

「Wuwu… Sob… Sob… Yes… I… I am not your principal, Master… I am Master’s… sexual slave, flesh doll… Yes… Yes… I am Master’s sexual slave… Please use your cock to ravage and toy with your slave as much as you like… No matter when… I… will surely satisfy your lust… No matter where… I… will surely serve your cock… Please enjoy every part of me, your slave, to the fullest!」

「Very good, a reward for you!」

As soon as I heard the principal’s “slave declaration,” I immediately tore hard, ripping apart her pantyhose, then forcefully tore open the crotch of her wet, sticky, bright blue silk panties. Right there on the chair, like a rape, I thrust my hot, hard cock straight in through the torn crotch of the silk panties. I only heard the principal let out a sweet “Ah!” as her cunt tightly clamped around my cock. I couldn’t help but thrust my hips forward desperately, and the principal cooperated by lifting her hips high to let me go deeper.

As I moved, I watched the principal’s face overflow with pleasure, her incredibly sexy lips slightly parted, revealing her white front teeth. Suddenly, I felt the principal’s cunt start to convulse, her inner walls clamping down on my cock in waves—it was so comfortable. At that moment, sounds came from the principal’s throat, her breathing growing more and more rapid, as if she was about to scream. I immediately covered her mouth with mine, and the two of us started kissing again.

My right hand wasn’t idle either. After unbuttoning the principal’s suit jacket, I immediately and roughly lifted her silk white blouse and bright blue bra. In front of the principal’s collarbone, my right hand kneaded, squeezed, pinched, pressed, and rubbed her fair, plump, and full breasts. Just as I further pinched the principal’s pink nipples, her inner walls clamped down on my cock even more intensely—smoother, warmer, and more comfortable than yesterday, feeling absolutely amazing. Because of this, I felt my ejaculation control almost couldn’t withstand this greatest temptation in the world.

So I broke away from our tightly pressed lips and teasing tongues. Under the witness of a silver thread shining in the sunlight, I gently said to the principal, “Do you want my seed to fill your little slutty cunt? My dear slave principal…”

The principal gave me a light kiss and replied, “Yes, Principal I… no… my dear good Master… Please fill my, your sexual slave’s, flesh slave’s, cheap little cunt with your noble seed as much as you like!”

What in the world could be more joyful than hearing a noble, intellectual, and once-lofty beauty admit with her own mouth that she is my sexual slave? So I thrust even harder, kneading the principal’s big breasts. Just as I flicked the principal’s already hard, erect little nipple with my finger, she let out a moan of ultimate pleasure and ultimate debauchery, then screamed:

“I’m cumming… Ah… Ah… I’m cumming…!”

Under the impact of the principal’s hot and powerful vaginal fluids, my cock also spewed out a large amount of semen, filling the principal’s little slutty cunt—one spurt, two spurts, three spurts rushing into her womb. Finally, I suddenly pulled out my numb, hard cock, barely holding back my ejaculation, grabbed my cock with my right hand, aimed it at the principal’s spring-lust-filled face, and loudly said, “Open your mouth!”

Then I began to release the remaining three spurts of semen… You all should know what I was doing, right… That’s right, I gave the principal a “facial.”

I saw the principal’s face covered in my semen, her mouth catching a portion of “Master’s seed,” her eyes slightly closed, her face flushed, mouth open, holding my semen, waiting for my next command.

Seeing her so obedient, I was overjoyed and said to her with a smile, “Good, well caught. Drink it. This is Master’s reward for you.”

The principal meekly drank it down, her fair throat making a “gulp” sound as she swallowed.

“Thank you, Master. I’ve drunk it.”

But the principal seemed to savor the aftertaste, licking her lips with her tongue.

“If you want more, clean up what’s on your face! But, Principal, if you really want to eat it, you’ll have to beg me first!”

“Yes, dear Master, please grant your seed to your slave!”

“Good, I permit it.”

I immediately untied her bound hands, and the principal immediately used her fingers to scoop up my semen and swallow it. But she didn’t put down her legs, still resting them on the armrests. So you can imagine a noble, intellectual beauty spreading her legs wide in an M-shape, revealing torn pantyhose and bright blue silk panties, with dark, bushy pubic hair and two lewd, wet, sticky labia in the panties, yet not caring at all as she swallowed the semen on her face. So, I watched with great interest as the principal performed until she had completely eaten all the semen on her face…

Finally, I asked the principal, “Why didn’t you put your legs down before eating the semen?”

“This is my duty of submission as a sexual slave, a flesh doll, to Master! From now on… please guide me more, Master.”

Hearing this and seeing the principal’s seductive demeanor, I knew that this 35-year-old beauty, the principal, had been completely conquered by me…

Ha! Ha! Ha! This sexual slave principal is truly adorable!

Morning—7:45, before the flag-raising ceremony, the principal was working behind her desk in a cream-colored high-end suit.

“Principal, I’m the homeroom teacher of Class 2-1. I have something to ask you. I’m coming in!”

“Come in.” I heard the principal speak calmly.

The one who entered was our class’s female homeroom teacher, also a beauty, but I had no time to pay attention to her now because I was still busy.

I only heard the teacher say, “Principal, the flag-raising is about to start. Please get ready.”

“Alright, you go ahead. I’ll be right there.”

“Hmm… By the way… there’s one thing…”

At that moment, the principal trembled and let out a sigh.

“Ah! Principal, are you feeling unwell?”

“No, no… Ah… Do you still have something? …Hmm… Oh… Ha…”

The principal still twisted her body slightly, but she pulled herself together to ask my teacher.

“It’s about Xiao He from my class. He wasn’t in the dormitory this morning…”

“Ah, hmm… Him! I asked him to come clean the principal’s office this morning… Hmm, ah… Right now… Ah… He… I sent him to help me carry something… Ah… He’ll be back soon… Ah… I’ll tell him to go to the flag-raising… Ah… Is that all?”

“Yes, I left without saying anything.”

Hearing the door lock click shut, I immediately pushed the principal’s chair back with both hands. I was still crouched under the desk, and the principal was looking at me with a flushed face. At that moment, the principal’s upper body was still neatly dressed in a suit, but below the waist, only a narrow skirt was hiked up to her waist. Aside from that, her bare bottom sat on the office chair, her legs spread wide, and her lewd slit was dripping with arousal, matting her pubic hair into a sticky mess…

Yes! This was my handiwork. After I had finished with the principal, I stripped off her pantyhose and underwear, made her sit in the chair while I hid under the desk. The principal continued working, legs spread, letting me, hidden beneath, savor her delicious juices. I had just gotten the principal panting and moaning when my homeroom teacher arrived. As the principal spoke with the teacher, I forcefully pulled her thighs apart and tasted her nectar. Perhaps it was the thrill of the forbidden—the principal’s juices were unbelievably abundant. She truly had the makings of a sex slave.

As I thought about the scene just moments ago, I continued sucking on the principal’s nectar. Suddenly, the principal’s hands wrapped around my head. Her upper body, clad only in the suit jacket with nothing else underneath, leaned against my head. The sensation of her two soft, plump breasts immediately registered, and the principal shifted her hips forward, crying out:

“Ahh… I’m going to leak… I’m going to leak again…”

I immediately stopped my assault, crawled out from under the desk, and stood up. The principal looked at me, a bit bewildered. I glanced down and saw her arousal dripping onto the floor. Smiling, I said:

“Really, Principal, you can’t climax yet! You’re the host for the flag-raising ceremony later!”

The principal slowly stood up, her bare bottom on display, looking from me to the unending flow of arousal between her legs. She pleaded, “Good master, look, your slave principal’s lewd slit keeps oozing juice. Please, please let your slave principal put on her pantyhose and underwear, okay?”

The principal begged pitifully, but I flatly refused: “No!”

“Then let me… ah, no… let your slave principal’s lewd slit release just once! Please?”

“No!” I refused again.

“Ah… then what should I do? I can’t go on like this…” The principal began to look at me helplessly.

So, I gave an order: “Now, spread your legs right here. Wider… wider… yes… good…” I immediately ducked under the principal’s crotch.

The principal asked in surprise, “Ah… master, you…”

Without waiting for her to finish, I said to the principal, “I’ll lick you clean now, so you won’t need to wear pantyhose or underwear.”

“Ah! Thank you, master!”

And so, I licked for about five minutes, front and back, barely managing to finish. After consuming the principal’s “supplement,” I headed to the flag-raising ceremony in high spirits.

The principal presided over the ceremony and even gave a speech on stage. But when she stepped onto the platform, the students at the front of the hall (including me) let out a collective “Oh…” because under her cream-colored suit jacket, she wasn’t wearing a white blouse. Her magnificent, full breasts were faintly visible, which seemed overly stimulating for young lads like them. Even the classmate next to me remarked, “The principal looks especially beautiful today. I wonder what good thing happened to her?”

“Nonsense! I’ve been with her for two days and even let her use my semen as a face mask. Of course, she looks beautiful.” But I didn’t dare say that out loud.

Lost in thought, I reached into my pocket and secretly touched the pantyhose and underwear I had forcibly stripped from the principal earlier. I couldn’t help but glance again at the space between her thighs. I noticed the principal tightly clenching her legs. Upon closer inspection, a trail of moisture and a sticky, round droplet were trickling down her pale, exposed thighs beneath the cream-colored narrow skirt.

“Looks like the sticky arousal is flowing again!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Because aside from me, probably the entire school’s teachers and students were intently listening to the seemingly virtuous female principal lecture on the principles of life and conduct. They were all listening to my sex slave principal preach about morality, unaware of her earlier lewdness—how just a few touches had brought her to climax.

I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt (from holding it in). So, I made a decision: “My lovely sex slave principal… when the entire school’s teachers and students are on their lunch break, you’ll become my nutritious lunch! Because this is your future! Ha… ha… ha…”

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Chapter 12

The Afterstory of Huang Rong

After the Battle of Xiangyang, the Divine Condor Hero Yang Guo used his peerless martial arts to hurl a stone and kill the Mongol Khan Möngke. Kublai Khan, vying for the throne, retreated with his troops. When the news spread, the entire city erupted in wild celebration.

That night, in the residence of the great hero Guo Jing, lanterns and decorations were hung, and banquet tables were set up like a forest. The many heroes and righteous men who had come to help defend the city gathered in groups, some feasting heartily, others drinking freely. Amid the revelry, shouts and toasts rang out, cups clinked, and the scene was a mess. In the heat of the moment, some even stripped off their clothes to wrestle and show off their skills, causing a commotion of cheers and chaos. The usually solemn and dignified Guo residence now resembled a rowdy tavern.

Under the silver candlelight, Huang Rong quietly watched the lively scene before her, but her heart was weighed down by a profound loneliness and exhaustion that seeped into her very bones. Since the siege of Xiangyang began, she and Guo Jing had been constantly on guard, swords at the ready, charging into battle and devising strategies. During the fiercest fighting, they would go days and nights without rest, yet remain spirited. Now that the siege was lifted, Huang Rong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling utterly drained, as if she had aged many years overnight.

At this thought, Huang Rong couldn’t help but raise her hand to brush the hair from her forehead, lost in thought. She was forty years old and had long borne the title of the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains martial world. Though the years had passed, and she was no longer the fresh-faced, delicate beauty of her youth, she had grown increasingly mature and alluring, like aged wine—the longer the time, the richer the flavor.

Her black hair was styled in a round bun, with the rest casually draped over her shoulders, adorned with a white jade chrysanthemum hairpin. This blend of heroic ease and feminine gentleness was striking. Her smooth forehead showed no trace of time’s passage, and her fair, delicate face featured phoenix eyes brimming with springtime allure, glistening like water. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, her breath as fragrant as orchids. A well-tailored, water-red martial outfit accentuated her heroic spirit while outlining her enchanting, curvaceous figure. Her rounded shoulders, slender waist as delicate as silk, and her movements exuded a supple grace. Her plump, pert buttocks, like a full moon, were tantalizing. Most notably, her ample breasts, which had nursed three children, were full and firm, straining against her bodice to form a mountainous silhouette that quickened the breath and heartbeat of hot-blooded young heroes. Even the seasoned, composed elder heroes couldn’t help but steal a few glances…

“They say Leader Huang is the most beautiful woman in the martial world. Seeing her today, the reputation is well-deserved…”

“Big breasts, slim waist, plump hips—truly a natural-born temptress!”

“Those breasts, that figure, that face—to hold such a beauty and fuck her lewd cunt, I’d trade a few years of my life…”

“That Guo Jing is so lucky. It’s a pity a delicate flower like Huang Rong is stuck with a pile of cow dung like him.”

Huang Rong, inheriting her mother’s beauty, had been a stunning beauty since childhood. Since venturing into the martial world, men had either admired her…