This time, Zhao Xuan's orgasm lasted a full half minute. Lin Jingjing had no idea what kind of freakish talent her Master had to produce that much cum — between today's multiple loads, the volume was insane. Most guys would've been dry by the third round, even if they could still get hard.
But her slutty, naturally submissive streak left her defenseless against Zhao Xuan. She willingly became his sex slave.
After climaxing, Lin Jingjing slid off him and nearly collapsed the moment her feet touched the floor — her legs were jelly from being fucked senseless.
Glancing at Yan Qing, still lying on the floor, Lin walked over and gave her a kick.
"Don't play dead. After Master finishes, remember to clean his holy rod."
Yan Qing, still weak, managed to prop herself up. She'd just experienced pleasure like never before and had completely submitted to Zhao Xuan's massive cock.
Seeing the two crawl toward him side by side, Zhao Xuan got a sudden idea. "Jing, you clean. Qing, you get behind Jing and suck out the cum still inside her pussy, then share it."
Both women froze mid-crawl. Even Lin blushed furiously; Yan Qing buried her face in her arms, halting her movement entirely.
But now they were obedient enough to follow his order: Lin stayed in a doggy pose to clean his cock, while Yan Qing lay behind her, licking her pussy and sucking out the leftover cum.
A few minutes later, they embraced again, kissed, and shared the white fluid between them.
"Alright, Jingjing, give her the extra copy of the contract — leave her a souvenir too." Zhao Xuan put to use the slave contract he'd prepped that morning.
Yan Qing stared at the paper. She'd steeled herself to serve the young man before her, but reading that out loud was a whole other level of psychological endurance.
"Boss, I…" She got out one word before Lin Jingjing slapped her — this time, without worrying about Zhao's reaction.
"When we're alone, you call me Master, like I do."
Lin knew Yan Qing still thought of this as playful sex. Her job was to help Zhao Xuan make her see this wasn't a game — it was her future.
Zhao raised his phone and hit record.
The mature woman's naked body was fully exposed to the camera.
"Read it. Master only rewards obedient slaves…" Seeing Yan hesitate, Lin crouched behind her, wrapped an arm around her, and whispered in her ear.
Finally, Yan Qing knelt properly in front of the lens and read the slave contract aloud:
I, Yan Qing, female, 41, from XX County, Ganzhou, ID #22028319750430xxxx, voluntarily and permanently renounce all independent personality and rights, becoming Master Zhao Xuan's slave and abiding by the following rules…
It took Yan Qing nearly twice as long as it had Lin. After finishing, she signed her name.
Lin Jingjing then pulled out a lipstick from her bag, and at Zhao's signal to keep recording, she applied it. She kissed her own contract, leaving a bright red lip print, then spread her legs, revealing her pussy.
Her pubic hair wasn't thick — Zhao could see her labia, slightly parted like a clam. Before he could wonder why, Lin took the lipstick and began coloring her own outer lips.
Zhao instantly knew what she was doing.
Minutes later, a red pussy print appeared on the slightly damp paper.
Then Lin walked over to the stunned Yan Qing and, with her "help," left matching lip and pussy prints on Yan's contract.
Finally, Lin knelt respectfully, held both contracts high with both hands, and offered them to Zhao Xuan.
If it weren't for the evening class reunion, Zhao would've stayed another few hours to run these two beauties through more rounds.
But to avoid being late, he spared them, took a quick shower, and left the hotel.
Before leaving, he made sure Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing would "train" each other tonight and record it.
As for a housekeeper — he'd need a new one. Leaving a woman like Yan Qing as a domestic helper wouldn't fly with his mom, Zhao Guxu. So he specifically instructed them to find someone plain-looking and honest, easy to manage.
Stepping out of the hotel, the car's interior blasted him with heat. He turned on the AC and waited outside, checking his phone's map — the reunion venue was Green Valley Party Villa.
Originally, Cao Shudong and others wanted a fancy hotel, but Wan Chujun and homeroom teacher Lu Wenyin preferred something special. As Wan's loyal follower, Cao didn't argue much.
So the class rented the villa for the day. Their class was small — around 40 students — and with a few repeaters and overseas students skipping, only about 20 showed up.
Since it was a self-catered rental, Lu and Wan told everyone to arrive by 4 PM; the organizers had shown up at noon to prep.
In the class group chat, the early arrivals were already bustling. Zhao Xuan scrolled through messages and saw Cao Shudong claiming a sudden cold to skip. Odd — Zhao had only punched him in the stomach and choked him a few days ago. That shouldn't still be affecting him.
Still, it was a warning — Cao was the vengeful type. Zhao needed to stay alert.
Zhao figured Cao might try to retaliate at the reunion, but it seemed he had other plans.
Once the car cooled, Zhao got in, buckled up, and was about to drive when a white Porsche Macan zipped past — if he'd hit the gas a second sooner, they'd have collided.
Zhao shook his head, muttering about reckless drivers, and pulled out before the next car arrived, heading for Green Valley Villa.
He could drive, but had little experience. City traffic made him nervous. Even off-peak, it was harsh for a novice, so he drove cautiously. At a red light seconds from turning red, he slowed early, earning honks from behind.
Checking the mirror, he saw it was the same car that had been tailing him — clearly annoyed at being stuck.
After the intersection, Zhao changed lanes to let the car pass. The driver seemed in a hurry and zoomed ahead — possibly speeding. As it overtook, Zhao glanced right and saw it was a woman driver, but she was gone before he could get more details.
"People are in such a rush nowadays…" Zhao shook his head. Fair enough — if the driver had been sharper, the cars behind might've made the light.
Midway, someone in the group chat suggested the laggards pick up ready-made food, since many couldn't cook. Earliest suggestion came from Ye Peiqi, the only girl in class Zhao had a decent impression of. Others were either annoying like Wan Chujun and Bai Lvdi, or totally forgettable.
So Zhao agreed to bring some.
Cao Shudong wasn't in the chat, and surprisingly Bai Lvdi hadn't stirred trouble. Without those two, the atmosphere might actually stay friendly.
This also showed homeroom teacher Lu Wenyin's inexperience — it was her first time mentoring a graduating class, and being too close to students cost her authority, especially with troublemakers.
Stopping at a Huangshanghuang to grab duck snacks and driving slowly, Zhao arrived at the villa area near 4 PM. Parking, he saw most classmates were already there.
The villa was a walk from the lot, and Zhao was halfway there with two heavy food bags when a pleasant female voice called from behind:
"Zhao Xuan, what a coincidence — you just got here too?"
He turned to see Bai Lvdi jogging toward him.
Today she wore a figure-hugging light pink blouse under a pale gray vest. Her impressive bust — even bigger than Lin Jingjing's (at least 32F vs. Lin's 32E) — jiggled slightly with her run, making him wonder if her back could handle it.
She had on dark blue skinny jeans and thick-soled sneakers, adding height to her already tall 167 cm frame. Post-gaokao, she'd dyed her waist-length hair platinum blonde, giving her a lively, sultry vibe.
If not for her awful personality, Zhao would've rated her a solid 90.
But why was she greeting him first — and in such a normal tone?