Chapter 649 - Preparing to Punish the dirty Mommy
Madam Xu’s flush deepened. Her sharp features contorted — anger, shame, fear, all warring across her face. Her enormous tits trembled with her rapid breathing. Her thick body was rigid in the chair.
"How dare you," she whispered. "You come into our town, sit in our restaurant, humiliate my son, and then —"
"Should I kill your son?" Tianlong asked.
The words hung in the air. Casual. Conversational. As though he were asking whether to order more tea.
Madam Xu’s face went white. Her chopsticks fell from her fingers, clattering on the table. Her enormous tits heaved. Her mouth opened. No sound came out.
"WHAT?" she finally screamed. "No — NO — how dare you — HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY SON —"
She stood. Her thick body was shaking — her enormous tits swinging, her wide hips shifting, her silk robes rustling. Her face was red, then white, then red again. Her hands were clenched into fists.
"YOU — you come here — you — you insult my family — you threaten my child — I will not — I REFUSE —"
She created a ruckus. She shouted. She gestured wildly, her enormous tits bouncing with each movement, her thick body trembling with maternal fury. The elder tried to calm her — his hands reaching for her arm, his voice urgent — but she shook him off.
"HOW DARE YOU — who do you think you are — my family — the Xu trading house — we have two hundred years of —"
Tianlong watched her. His gold-crimson eyes tracked her body — the heaving tits, the wide hips, the thick thighs, the flushed face. His expression was calm. Amused, even.
"Now I know why your son is like that," he said. "You should have raised him better."
The words cut through her tirade like a blade. Madam Xu stopped. Her face went blank. Then crimson. Then purple with rage.
She slapped him.
Her hand — the soft, well-maintained hand of a wealthy merchant’s wife — struck Tianlong’s cheek. The sound was sharp. Crisp. The impact of palm on golden skin.
Tianlong’s head didn’t move. Not an inch. His gold-crimson eyes — which had been watching her body — remained fixed on her face. Unblinking. Unbothered.
He laughed.
The sound was low. Deep. Genuine. The laugh of a man who had just been struck by a woman and found it amusing rather than insulting. A god’s laugh at the temerity of a mortal.
Madam Xu’s face went from purple to grey. She realized what she had done. She had struck a man whose cultivation base her two-hundred-year-old great-grandfather couldn’t measure. She had struck a god.
Her hands flew to her mouth. Her enormous tits heaved. Her thick body stepped backward. Her heel caught the chair. She stumbled.
Tianlong’s hand shot out. His pale fingers closed around her wrist. The grip was firm — not painful, not crushing, but absolute. Unbreakable. The hand of a man who had decided what he wanted and was not going to be denied.
He stood. He was taller than her by a head. His gold-crimson eyes looked down into her grey, terrified ones.
"Let go of me," Madam Xu whispered. Her voice was thin. Shaking. "What are you — let GO —"
He walked toward the stairs. Pulling her. Her thick body stumbled after him, her enormous tits swaying, her silk robes rustling, her feet sliding on the wooden floor.
"Leave me — what are you DOING — someone — someone help — CATCH HIM — SAVE ME —"
The elder — peak Core Formation, two centuries of cultivation — stood at the table. His face was ashen. His hands were at his sides. His eyes watched his great-grandson’s mother being dragged up the stairs by a man whose power he couldn’t comprehend.
He did nothing. He couldn’t. Every instinct in his body — every meridian, every pulse of his golden core — told him that intervening would mean death. Not defeat. Not injury. Death. Instant, absolute, without appeal.
Xu Renjie — the pampered son — stood beside the elder. His face was white. His hands were shaking. He watched his mother disappear up the stairs, her screams echoing through the restaurant.
"Great-Grandfather — we have to —"
"No," the elder said. His voice was hollow. "We do not."
Madam Xu was thrown into a room.
The private dining room on the upper floor — the one Xu Renjie had demanded — was larger than the others. It had a bed. A proper bed, with a cotton mattress and silk sheets, provided for wealthy merchants who wished to rest after meals. The restaurant owner had furnished it lavishly, hoping to attract high-paying clientele.
Madam Xu hit the bed. Her thick body bounced — her enormous tits heaving, her wide hips shifting, her silk robes bunching around her thick waist. The mattress compressed under her weight, the silk sheets rustling.
She scrambled upright. Her grey eyes were wide. Her sharp face was flushed. Her hands gripped the sheets.
"What are you — what are you DOING?"
Tianlong closed the door. The sound was soft. Final. He turned to face her.
He removed his robe.
The dark silk slid from his body, pooling on the floor. His muscles gleamed in the afternoon light that filtered through the window — the broad chest, the defined abdominals, the golden-tinted skin. His cock hung between his thighs — flaccid, thick, the pale shaft heavy, the crimson head partially exposed. Even soft, it was enormous. Nine inches of divine cock, resting against his thigh, the weight visible.
Madam Xu’s eyes dropped to his cock. Her grey eyes went wide. Her sharp face lost all color. Her mouth opened. Her enormous tits heaved beneath her silk robes, the nipples hardening visibly through the fabric.
"I am going to punish you," Tianlong said.
His voice was calm. Matter-of-fact. The tone of a man announcing his plans for the afternoon.
Madam Xu’s body trembled. Her sharp face contorted — fear, indignation, shame, and something darker, something she refused to acknowledge, all warring across her features. Her enormous tits heaved. Her thick thighs pressed together beneath her silk robes.
"Don’t you DARE," she said. Her voice was shaking. "I am the wife of the Xu family head. I am — you cannot — I will not —"
Tianlong walked toward the bed. Madam Xu scrambled backward, her thick body sliding across the mattress, her silk robes tangling around her legs. Her grey eyes were huge. Her hands were raised, palms out, as though she could ward off a god with her fingers.
He grabbed her ankle.
His pale hand closed around her thick ankle — the flesh soft, the bone slender beneath the padding. He pulled. Her body slid across the bed, her silk robes riding up, her thick thighs exposed, the pale skin of her inner legs visible above her silk stockings.
"NO — let go — STOP —"
He grabbed the other ankle. She kicked — her thick legs thrashing, her silk robes tangling — but his grip was absolute. He pulled both legs apart, spreading her wide, and tied them.
The silk sash from his robe — torn into strips — served as rope. He tied her left ankle to the left bedpost. Her right ankle to the right bedpost. Her legs were spread — wide, forced apart, her thick thighs exposed, her silk robes bunched at her hips. Her undergarment — a fine silk panty, white and expensive — was visible between her spread thighs. The fabric was thin, the dark shadow of her pubic hair visible through it.
She protested. She thrashed. She screamed. Her thick body writhed on the bed, her enormous tits heaving, her silk robes tearing at the shoulders. Her hands clawed at the sheets.
He grabbed her wrists. One at a time. He pulled them above her head — stretching her body, her enormous tits lifting, the heavy mounds spreading, the nipples visible through the silk — and tied them to the headboard.
She was spread. X-shaped. Her arms above her head, her legs tied to the bedposts, her body stretched taut on the silk sheets. Her silk robes were bunched and torn, her enormous tits nearly exposed, her thick thighs spread wide, her silk panty visible. Her grey eyes were huge. Her sharp face was flushed. Her full lips were trembling.
"Let me GO — someone — HELP — ANYONE —"
No one came.
Tianlong stood at the foot of the bed. Naked. His body golden, muscular, gleaming. His cock — still flaccid, still massive — hung between his thighs, the pale shaft swinging as he moved. He climbed onto the bed. He crawled forward — his massive frame advancing over her spread, tied body — until he sat on her chest.