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🕑 Added 2025-09-07 01:18:22 +0000 UTCVolume 4: Family Arc, Chapter 1 Part 1
Stepping into the elevator at last another workday done Chen Yi’s mind was running nonstop the whole way up. His life was already not bad, at least by most people’s “average” standards, but he still hoped to go further both in quality of life and standard of living. So even on weekends, he didn’t rest, and had started his own business on the side. For now, it just earned some “extra money,” not nearly matching his main job, but things were going smoothly overall, so even with a head full of worries every day, Chen Yi still felt full of hope...
Moments later, the elevator dinged at his floor. Chen Yi, despite all that was on his mind, was in a good mood, humming as he took out his keys and opened the front door. The door had barely swung open when he heard, from inside, a series of sharp, endless moans voices he knew all too well. It was his closest confidant since childhood, now his wife, Lin Qingrou. The kind of sounds she was making needed no guessing: she was having sex. But he’d only just come home he was still literally inside the door, so the man in his bedroom could only be… someone else.
But apart from a brief pause at the threshold, Chen Yi’s face showed not a trace of shock, surprise, or confusion he looked, in fact, as if he were completely used to this. Instead of storming in in outrage as the “wronged husband,” he looked… excited. He went to the bedroom door in a few steps, finding it tightly closed, shutting out the scene. Almost as if afraid to interrupt the adultery taking place, he didn’t try to open it; instead there was a trace of disappointment that he couldn't watch. So he simply stood there, listening intently to the sounds of his beloved being entered and pounded by another man. As a betrayed husband, there was a sickly, twisted sense of happiness welling up inside…
What made this worse was that Chen Yi still wore his chastity cage: even when listening to Qingrou’s seductive voice, melting with pleasure in someone else’s arms, he could do nothing but stand outside, unable even to touch himself. His poor, caged cock grew ever more restless, but there was no comfort.
Inside he heard his wife’s moans, the stranger’s deep breathing, the bed frame shaking from their exertions, even the tiny sound of fabric rubbing together. Every sound was deafening to Chen Yi each one a reminder that his dearly beloved wife was now fully melded with another man, gleefully indulging fleshly pleasures. And now, because he’d been so distracted with excitement on entering, the front door was left ajar, and cold air wafted into his home, landing on his back a chilling reminder of his pitiful, humiliating situation: with a goddess for a wife, he, the “real husband,” had no share of her.
“Mmhaaah I’m going to cum mm ahh shoot… shoot inside mmhaaah fill my pussy eeeyaaah~”
Suddenly, in the flood of rising moans, he heard Lin Qingrou’s words. Her panting made the words fuzzy, but Chen Yi could pick out their meaning instantly. And it made clear that what was happening inside wasn't just “sex for pleasure,” but that his wife was begging another man to fill her with seed to shoot life into her. However ordinary this had become for Chen Yi, however routine, it never ever ceased to shake him. In a few more thrusts, that other man would slam deep inside, his cock completely filling Lin Qingrou, his swollen head crowning her womb, unleashing hot, sticky semen into the territory that should belong only to her husband. Even after cleaning, something of the intruder’s genes would always remain in her; her body would forever bear the memory of that pleasure. Chen Yi another man could only long from outside as his beloved was stamped and imprinted, again and again.
And what was the “husband” doing, at such a moment?
Standing outside, doing nothing, only listening to it all unfold; and the more it hurt, the more thrilling it felt…
“Mmhaaa eeyaaah so much… nnnh… can’t hold it… haaah~”
Hearing the cries inside, Chen Yi still didn’t know who the man was opening the door might not help, since he wouldn’t recognize the guy anyway. But he knew for sure that right now, his own beloved was locked together with the stranger, and the man was cumming deep inside her body. Even if she washed every drop away, his genetic material would remain and so would the physical memory of the pleasure. Chen Yi, the “husband,” could only stand there, and the despair, even as it wrecked him, was also a sick, irresistible thrill because this was now his every day…
The two inside were now lost in the aftermath, maybe still joined, savoring each other’s warmth. Outside, Chen Yi was trembling humiliated as a husband but shivering with excitement just from the sound. Already his tragically shrunken cock (these days only a few centimeters even at full hardness) was pressing and jerking inside its cage, his mind replaying again and again that beautiful moan as Lin Qingrou was bred. The quiet, afterglow inside did nothing to calm him instead it made him hotter. His mind, body, desire all reached climax together; and standing by the door, without any touch at all, he felt semen ooze out of him…
Creak
Suddenly, the door yawned open from within. Chen Yi, still leaning against the wall, lost in a pool of his own leaking seed, jumped in surprise. It was so sudden there was no time to fix or hide anything. In the bright bedroom light, Lin Qingrou, nude, her body tinted pink from sex, stood framed against the glow. He’d forgotten to turn on the hall light, so he stood partly in darkness; she in the illuminated room looked near angelic.
“Ah? Hubby?! You… mm? Already home?! Sorry! I... I forgot all about dinner!”
Lin Qingrou too was startled, just moments before still savoring the reckless joy of cheating. Rising from bed, she’d gazed around their wedding photo and the room she’d just given over to another man, all the stronger for her perverse appetites. Now, opening the door, she was faced with her husband, acutely aware he had heard it all she fumbled awkwardly.
But compared to her husband catching her “in the act,” Lin Qingrou, the one who’d been cheating, regained her composure quickly; one glance down and she saw the wet patch at the front of Chen Yi’s pants…
“Tsk tsk tsk~”
Noting the mess, Lin Qingrou clicked her tongue and broke into a mischievous grin.
“Dear hubby, thank you for working so hard all day Hmhmhm You gave your all, and all I did here was sleep with another man… didn’t even get dinner ready what a failure of a wife I am But… why are your pants all wet? Don’t tell me you creamed yourself just listening to your wife getting pounded by another man? Tsk tsk tsk Hopeless pervert, aren’t you~”
Naked, but her taunts and mockery cut Chen Yi far deeper. Blushing, humiliated, he tried to cover his crotch with his hands, but Lin Qingrou leaned in close, whispering in his ear:
“Dinner’s cold, the bed’s hot, no soup in the pot, but my pussy is full What a shame for the husband... Still My green-capped hubby is probably enjoying himself though, right~?”
“……”
