Seeing Jingliu's trembling form, Ju Heng couldn't help but stare, entranced, as she writhed beneath invisible sensations, desperately struggling against the rising tide of pleasure.
"Ah~ hnn~ S-stop thisss! Ugh~"
The dim light cast flickering shadows across her glistening skin. Every breath she drew was shallow, trembling — each exhale carrying a soft, helpless moan as her body destroyed the last of her resistance.
Unnoticed until now, new sensations began to claim her focus.
A silken blindfold now covered her vision, forcing her to feel — every sound, every vibration — with unbearable clarity.
Small, wireless egg vibrators had been placed at tender, sensitive spots along her body, each one humming softly, teasing her nerves in waves of maddening bliss.
Every added toy tore a louder moan from her lips, her body arching, yearning. The phantom hands responded eagerly, feeding off her cries, pleasuring her more with vigorous rhythm.
Jingliu teetered on the brink, her thoughts reduced to a singular, desperate chant: I'm cumming… I'm cumming… I'm—
And then, silence.
In a cruel instant, everything vanished — the vibrations, the hands, the overwhelming pleasure. Gone.
Yet the blindfold remained, leaving her in a darkness that seemed to echo the sudden emptiness around her. She gasped, lips parted, chest rising and falling as her body screamed for the release they so viciously restrained her for so long.
But instead of relief, a strange loneliness filled her, the cool breeze brushing against her wet, flushed skin eliciting a shiver that danced down her spine.
She moved on instinct, her hands now free — though she hadn't noticed when. With trembling fingers, she reached for herself, the heat between her thighs a torment she could no longer ignore.
Driven by raw need, she began to touch, chasing the climax that had been denied her — desperate to finally fall over the edge.
Her hand eagerly kneaded the soft swell of her breast, fingers teasing the sensitive peak as her other hand moved lower, finding the aching heat between her thighs. She rubbed her clit in frantic, circular motions, mimicking the rhythm those phantom hands had left imprinted on her body.
Each stroke sent electric pulses of pleasure through her nerves, her breath quickening, her moans soft and melodic — the music of desperation and unfulfilled longing.
Then, with one final, trembling push, the pressure that had been building — relentless and maddening — broke free.
It surged through her like a tidal wave crashing through a fragile dam. Her back arched, hips bucking forward as release poured from her in hot, quivering streams.
Liquid gushed freely from her soaked center, splashing against the floor as a raw, unrestrained moan tore from her lips — loud, clear, and aching with bliss.
Behind her eyes, it felt as if stars were bursting, light dancing wildly in celebration.
Before she could bask in the afterglow, a subtle ripple tore through the dreamscape, pulling her back under.
"Hahaha… You thought I'd let you indulge so easily?" A voice laced with a sadistic tone echoed through the shadows.
Before she could realized what was happening, a powerful vibration bloomed against her entrance, stealing her breath.
The same vibration from the wand vibrator which had been tormenting her all these time.
It… was all a dream?
The realization sank in with a dreadful ache. Of course it was. That kind of dream was too good to be real.
"Ah~ Ah~" She returned—helpless once more—drenched in that familiar torment of rising pleasure, only to be denied again. And again. And again.
Her thoughts unraveled into breathless fragments, her mind clouded with a single aching plea: When will this end?
"This is all a dream, Jingliu," came his voice, brushing her ear with a maddening softness. "But I can make it real... if you wish. Just. Say. The. Word."
He lingered on each syllable, savoring her.
"And if you refuse…" A low, chuckle. "Then I'll stretch this moment—years, decades... millennia. I'll have you experience this. Again and again. Until you finally surrender."
His words sank into her, deeper than the pleasure, more persistent than the teasing hands.
Time in this realm didn't obey rules—it twisted, bent to the mind's will, after all a mind is only an imagination.
The sound of his footsteps faded, slow and deliberate, echoing through her chest.
She had long since reached her limit. Her will alone had carried her this far. But will was crumbling by his words.
And she didn't want to endure anymore.
"W-wait… ah~" Her moan slipped between words, trembling.
"P-please… ah~ make me... cum."
At her whispered plea, everything halted.
The teasing hands froze. The buzzing toys vanished as if they had never been. Silence fell, thick with anticipation.
"Say that again."
Footsteps returned, growing louder, until they stopped just before her trembling form.
Her blindfold was removed, and the dim light kissed her sweat-slicked skin. Her flushed body glowed, bathed in a sheen of desire. Her thighs glistened with her own fluid, and her pussy trembling even without stimulation.
"Please… ah… make me cum." Jingliu's voice trembled, breathless and pleading, laced with surrender.
Ju Heng smiled, satisfied.
He summoned only two phantom hands. The two hovered just in front of her exposed trembling and soaked entrance.
"As you wish, Jingliu."
The hand lowered, slowly, reverently, and she instinctively spread her thighs wider, baring herself in open invitation.
A feather-light touch skimmed her folds. Her entire body shivered, an involuntary gasp caught between her lips.
The hand caressed her pussy in slow, deliberate strokes—firm enough to awaken every nerve, soft enough to drive her wild. The other circled her swollen clit with teasing precision, coaxing her moans into a melody.
Back and forth, the strokes played across her entrance, occasionally tracing a single finger along her slit— yet never entering.
"Mm~ mm~ mm~" Her whimpers grew sweeter, hips rising to meet the phantom rhythm, every part of her aching for more.
The buildup began again—gentle, unrelenting. A slow swell rising deep within her belly, dancing like a flame.
Unlike before, this time, they didn't stop.
"I—ah! I'm cumming!" she whispered, her voice broken with pleasure.
The hands moved faster, never losing their delicate grace. Like butterfly wings fluttering against fragile glass with a simple breeze, they released the long restrained climax.
Unlike the violent release of her earlier illusion. The pleasure of the climax lingered for a long time, small climaxes chained together subjecting Jingliu in endless waves of euphoria.
"Hm~ ah~ hmmm! Ahh~" A series of breathless moan escaped her as she continuously cumming.
Like a full tank of water that has it's valve turned, water started to leak in a constant rate.
A clear, glistening stream trickled from her trembling pussy as her thighs instinctively pressed together, smearing the warm liquid across her skin with each wave of release. The phantom hands withdrew, allowing the flow to spill freely into the glass jar beneath her which has long past overflowing.
Her orgasm lingered for many minutes but eventually, the flow stopped. Her legs, soaked in her own liquid, glowed in under the light radiant and spent.
Her body twitched in aftershocks, mouth parted in breathless moans, a fine line of saliva slipping from her lips.
Her eyes fluttered closed, body limped, lost in the afterglow.
Ju Heng watched. She had passed out from ecstasy.
He summoned the phantom hands once more, undoing the chain bindings. Her wrists bore red marks from long hours of restraint.
The hands gently lifted her, cradling her into a bed. A quilt—soft as silk and cool against her flushed skin—was drawn over her.
Even in dreams, he would give her rest.
For now.