The "training" continued, intensifying with each passing hour. Jian's wife, renowned throughout the village for her ample, verdant backside, was now completely at Mr. Davies's mercy. Jian watched, his senses absorbing every detail, as Mr. Davies's virility continued its relentless "training" within her, their bodies glistening with sweat, her tight bikini accentuating every curve as she was skillfully manipulated.
At mealtime, the charade bled into the open. Mr. Davies, with a knowing glint in his eye, casually caressed Jian's wife's backside right in front of him, feigning a jest. Then, with a possessive grunt, he effortlessly lifted Jian's wife into his arms, her bikini-clad form pressing intimately against him, his virility rubbing suggestively against her as he carried her towards the bedroom. Before the door clicked shut, Jian, playing the perfectly oblivious husband, called out, "Mr. Davies, how do you manage to be so strong with this yoga?"
Mr. Davies merely laughed, a low, satisfied rumble, and offered a half-hearted, teasing piece of advice before the door closed, sealing them inside once more.
Minutes later, the sounds began. The unmistakable thwack of flesh against flesh, the wet slapping of bodies entwined, punctuated by muffled moans and fervent kisses. Jian's wife was indeed "training," and this time, her internal thoughts carried a newfound, unsettling positivity towards Mr. Davies.
Jian's wife's internal thought:He's so strong… and so demanding. It hurts, but… there's a strange pleasure in this absolute surrender. The way he makes my body move… it's overwhelming. And Jian… he's so kind. Thank you for the meal, dear.
Jian, observing everything through the System, watched as Mr. Davies continued to press and utilize his wife's glutes as a comfortable, living seat. Her ample curves flattened beneath his weight, her behind was mercilessly pounded, creating deep, rhythmic thuds. The sight was raw, unbridled, a testament to Mr. Davies's absolute possession. Jian's view confirmed the most significant detail: there was no barrier between them. Mr. Davies's virility was completely submerged within her, a blatant act of intimacy.
Then, a voice from behind the closed door. It was Jian's wife. "The yoga is so intense, darling! It feels... so good!" Her voice was breathy, laced with a mix of exertion and something else, something deeply private. Jian could hear the distinct, wet smack of her buttocks being impacted by something large and resonant within her.
Playing his part, Jian responded with an overly innocent tone. "Mr. Davies, my wife seems to have much better spirits now! I want her to stay close to you for her yoga. Her backside moves so much, and I can hear all sorts of… interesting sounds from their bodies pressing close together." He smiled, oblivious, as the deep, resonant thuds continued, a rhythmic backdrop to his feigned ignorance.
Mr. Davies's internal thought:This is pure ecstasy. Her large, rural ass is incredible, clenching around me so tightly. And that idiot out there, listening, bringing us food. He's utterly clueless. Her moans, the way she responds… he has no idea what she's saying, or how deep I am within her. This is the ultimate victory.