Sacrificing His Beloved Bitch Girlfriend to a Big-Cocked Brat to Keep His Job

Chapter 1: Negotiation and Collapse

Lin Yuan sat alone in the empty conference room, the cold glow of the screen casting light across his face.

When Zhou Ye pushed the phone toward him, Lin Yuan’s fingers trembled slightly. On the screen was a clear shot of Su Wan being pressed against the car door as he kissed her, her skirt lifted just enough for his hand to slip between her legs. The angle was deliberate and sharp—obviously not accidental.

“Delete it,” Lin Yuan said, his voice so hoarse it barely sounded like his own.

Zhou Ye leaned against the conference table, wearing only a loose shirt with the collar open. He smiled slowly, his eyes completely free of tension, filled instead with the almost cruel composure that only the young seemed to possess.

“Sure. The condition is simple.” He lifted his foot and lightly kicked Lin Yuan’s chair. “Bring that little bitch of yours over and let me play with her for one night. If I have a good time, these files disappear forever, and I’ll put in a good word for your position. If I don’t…” He made a throat-slitting gesture. “Figure it out yourself.”

Lin Yuan’s mind went blank.

He thought of Su Wan. He thought of the way the tips of her ears flushed when she curled into his arms and called him “Master.” He thought of the shy, excited look in her eyes when he pinned her against the bathroom wall and took her from behind. He thought of how, in private, she loved being called “bitch” and would instinctively press her thighs together.

He knew she enjoyed being watched, compared, and forced a little. But those had always been games between the two of them.

Now he was supposed to hand her over for real.

Hand her over to a twenty-two-year-old who had been at the company less than two months, yet whose ridiculously large cock had already made every male colleague in the locker room burn with envy.

Lin Yuan’s throat worked. He heard his own voice, so quiet it was almost inaudible:

“…She’ll agree.”

Zhou Ye smiled, showing a flash of white teeth.

“Good.”

On the way home, Lin Yuan’s palms kept sweating.

Su Wan was heating milk in the kitchen. When she heard the lock and turned around, her smile slowly froze at the look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

He told her everything. No softening, no omissions. Including the size of Zhou Ye’s cock, the “one night” condition, and what would happen if they refused.

Su Wan’s hand holding the cup stopped in midair.

The silence stretched long.

She first looked down at the swirl on the surface of the milk, then gently set the cup down. Her voice was soft, yet unusually clear:

“For you… I can do it.”

Lin Yuan’s head snapped up.

Su Wan’s face was already flushed. It wasn’t simple shyness, but something deeper and more complicated—fear, humiliation, and underneath it all an excitement she herself didn’t dare fully admit. Her pupils had dilated slightly; her breathing had grown uneven. She knew exactly what she was agreeing to. She also knew her body had already started to heat up at the thought of being “offered” to someone else.

“Wanwan…”

“I know you’re hard too.” She suddenly lifted her eyes, a soft self-mockery in her tone. “You’ve been shaking since earlier. You’re afraid of me being fucked by someone else… and at the same time you want to watch me get fucked.”

Lin Yuan couldn’t speak.

Su Wan walked over and lightly touched the already bulging front of his pants. Her voice was almost a breath:

“Then watch. Watch your bitch get ruined by something bigger.”

Chapter 2: The Offering

Saturday night. Zhou Ye’s apartment.

When Su Wan stood in front of the door, her legs were already a little weak.

She wore the clothes Lin Yuan had personally chosen: a white short-sleeved shirt with only the bottom two buttons fastened, nothing underneath, her soft pink nipples faintly poking against the fabric with every breath; an ultra-short black pleated skirt; crotchless white lace panties already soaked through by her own wetness; and around her ankle the thin silver chain reflecting the hallway light, the words “Lin Yuan’s Bitch” clearly engraved on it.

The door opened.

Zhou Ye wore only a pair of loose athletic shorts, his upper body bare. The half-hard cock beneath his lower abdomen already pushed the fabric into an exaggerated bulge. He looked Su Wan up and down, his gaze like someone inspecting a newly purchased toy.

“You really brought her.” He said to Lin Yuan, “Come in.”

The moment the door closed behind them, Su Wan felt her heartbeat skip.

Zhou Ye didn’t touch her right away. He first walked to the sofa, sat down, spread his legs, and gestured for her to come over.

“Kneel.”

Su Wan glanced at Lin Yuan. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard; finally he only nodded.

She walked over and knelt between Zhou Ye’s legs. The carpet was soft, yet it made her feel as if she were slowly sinking.

Zhou Ye reached out and directly cupped one of her breasts through the shirt. The pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, but his fingertips precisely rolled over the already stiff nipple. Su Wan let out a muffled moan, her body trembling lightly.

“Soft tits. More sensitive than I expected.” Zhou Ye turned to Lin Yuan. “How do you usually play with her? Spell it out.”

Lin Yuan’s voice was so dry it was almost inaudible: “…Have her kneel, take her own clothes off, and service me with her mouth. Then… while fucking her, make her call herself names.”

“Then do it that way.”

Su Wan’s fingers began to tremble. She undid the remaining buttons one by one; the shirt slipped off. Her soft white breasts bounced free, the nipples already fully erect and a shade darker than usual. She lifted her skirt up to her waist, exposing the crotchless panties and the already soaked sex beneath. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed to a thin layer; the pink entrance was slightly open, clear juices trailing down the inside of her thighs.

“Dirty little bitch, spread your cunt open for your new master to see.”

Su Wan’s face burned. She reached both hands behind herself and pulled her outer lips wide apart. The hole was completely exposed to both men’s eyes; it clenched twice and squeezed out another bead of wetness.

Zhou Ye gave a satisfied low laugh and pulled down his shorts.

When that cock sprang free, Su Wan’s pupils visibly contracted.

Thick and long, veined, the head large and flushed red—the size was almost unreasonably exaggerated. Even half-hard it was impressive; fully erect it was easily over twenty centimeters and especially thick. Just looking at it made her entrance instinctively tighten.

“Mouth first.” Zhou Ye grabbed her hair and pushed her face toward his crotch. “Service it properly. Otherwise your husband’s leverage won’t last.”

Su Wan extended her tongue.

She carefully licked over the head first. The salty-bitter precum made her frown slightly, yet she still forced her mouth wider and tried to push the thick cock toward her throat. She had only taken half when the corners of her eyes reddened and she let out muffled “mmph” sounds. The sensation of her throat being forced open was both swollen and painful; tears instantly welled up.

Zhou Ye gave her no time to adjust.

Both hands clamped onto the back of her head and his hips thrust forward—

“Guh—!”

The head slammed straight into the deepest part of her throat. Su Wan’s eyes instantly filled with tears; her throat bulged in a clear arc. She tried to pull back but was held firmly in place. Zhou Ye began to thrust, every stroke burying the entire length; his balls slapped against her chin with wet, filthy sounds.

Lin Yuan stood to the side, his cock so hard it hurt.

He watched his girlfriend being used like a fleshlight for deepthroat by a stranger. He watched her pretty face being fucked until tears and saliva ran freely. He watched her throat stretched to its limit while she still tried to swallow. A mixture of pain and excitement surged up like a tide. He knew Su Wan must be both ashamed and afraid right now, yet her body was honestly growing wetter and wetter.

“So deep… Wanwan’s throat is so tight.” Zhou Ye panted, speeding up. “Have you ever made her deepthroat before? Her technique looks average.”

Su Wan was being fucked until she could barely breathe, yet she still tried to relax her throat and cooperate. Her juices had already soaked the crotchless panties and the floor. Her mind was chaos—she was having her throat fucked by a man she barely knew while her boyfriend stood watching. That realization made her entrance keep clenching; her clit pulsed with heat.

After a long while Zhou Ye finally pulled out.

Su Wan immediately collapsed onto all fours and coughed hard, silver strands of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, her tongue hanging out weakly, her face covered in tears and spit. When she lifted her head her eyes were already a little unfocused.

“Turn around. Ass up.”

Chapter 3: Penetration and Breakdown

Su Wan obediently complied.

She buried her face in her arms, arched her back, and raised her full hips high. The position made her feel as if she had completely become a displayed object. Zhou Ye crouched down, shoved two fingers straight into her soaked hole, and pumped them quickly; the wet sounds were loud and clear.

“Already this wet? Getting your mouth fucked is enough to make you drip. You really are a born slut.”

He gripped his cock, lined it up with the continuously clenching entrance, and sank his hips—

“Ah—! So… so thick… it won’t go in…”

Su Wan’s voice shot up. The thing was far thicker than Lin Yuan’s; when the head forced its way in, her entrance was stretched into a thin ring, the almost-tearing sensation both painful and intensely pleasurable. The clear feeling of her inner walls being forcibly opened was terrifying. Zhou Ye didn’t stop; he kept pushing deeper until the entire length was buried, his lower abdomen pressed tightly against her ass cheeks.

“All the way in.” Zhou Ye panted, looking down at where their bodies joined. “Look at your wife’s cunt, stretched like this around me.”

Lin Yuan’s throat was dry; he could only watch.

Su Wan’s mind was nearly blank. She could clearly feel how that cock was pushing her open inch by inch, feel the aching pressure against her cervix, feel her own walls uncontrollably sucking and clenching. Pain and pleasure mixed together until her eyes burned again.

Zhou Ye began thrusting hard.

Every stroke was deep and heavy; his balls slapped against her clit and perineum with crisp wet smacks. Su Wan was driven forward, then dragged back by the grip on her waist; her breasts swayed violently as broken moans spilled from her mouth:

“Too deep… hitting my womb… ah, ah… so big… so much bigger than my husband’s…”

“Say it clearly.” Zhou Ye fucked her while spanking her ass. “Whose is bigger? Who fucks better?”

“Zhou… Zhou Ye’s is bigger… Zhou Ye fucks deeper… ah—! Don’t… don’t keep hitting that spot… I’m going to come…”

Lin Yuan listened to his girlfriend openly comparing them; his cock was so hard it felt ready to burst. He saw Su Wan’s expression—an almost out-of-control immersion he had never seen before. Her eyes were half-lidded, saliva she hadn’t swallowed at the corner of her mouth, yet her body honestly pushed back to meet every thrust.

Zhou Ye suddenly lifted her entire body, made her sit on his lap facing away from him, and used both hands to hold her thighs wide apart. The position left Su Wan completely unable to escape; her sex was fully exposed to Lin Yuan’s eyes. The thick cock punched into her again and again; her entrance was rubbed red and swollen, each withdrawal pulling out foamy white juices.

“Director Lin, come here.” Zhou Ye suddenly said. “Come kiss her.”

Lin Yuan walked over.

Su Wan looked at him through tear-blurred eyes and actively leaned in to kiss him. They kissed deeply and urgently; as their tongues tangled, Zhou Ye suddenly sped up and slammed all the way into the deepest point—

“Mmm—!”

Su Wan came while kissing him. Her walls convulsed violently; a large gush of fluid sprayed out, splashing onto Lin Yuan’s pant leg. Her body shook hard, yet Zhou Ye continued fucking her through the orgasmic spasms until she was crying and begging before he finally laid her back on the bed.

She lay there, chest heaving, eyes already somewhat vacant. She knew that moments earlier, while being fucked to climax by another man, she had actively kissed her own boyfriend. That realization filled her with shame, yet also with a strange, almost tearful excitement.

Chapter 4: Creampie and Aftermath

“One last time.” Zhou Ye flipped her onto her back, pressed her legs to her chest, and entered her again at the deepest angle. “This time I’m coming inside. Let your husband see what his bitch’s womb looks like when it’s filled by someone else.”

Su Wan no longer had any strength to resist; she could only take it weakly. The cock slammed into her cervix again and again; the intense, aching pleasure made her eyes roll back. She could feel her entrance stretched to its limit, feel the mixture of juices and earlier white fluid being pulled out with every withdrawal.

“I’m… I’m going to come… Wanwan…”

“Come inside…” Su Wan’s voice was hoarse, almost unconscious. “Come inside this bitch’s womb…”

Zhou Ye let out a low growl, buried himself to the hilt, and shot thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside. Su Wan was scalded into another orgasm; her walls clamped down hard, sucking every drop in. Her mind went blank; all that remained was the warm, foreign sensation of being filled.

After he finished, Zhou Ye didn’t pull out immediately. He continued moving slowly in that position, pushing the semen even deeper. Only when he was sure everything had been released did he slowly withdraw.

The stretched entrance couldn’t close right away; thick white cum mixed with juices slowly leaked out and trickled down the cleft of her ass.

Zhou Ye wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Lin Yuan, and smiled with that same cocky satisfaction: “I’ll talk to the general manager about your position tomorrow. As for these videos… I’ll delete them once I’ve had enough fun.”

He patted Su Wan’s still-twitching thigh. “Bring her again next time. Tonight was just an appetizer.”

Su Wan lay on the messy sheets, eyes unfocused. She could feel the semen that didn’t belong to Lin Yuan slowly seeping out of her body, feel her entrance still twitching as it remembered the shape that had stretched it. Shame surged up like a tide, yet her body still carried a strong afterglow that left her unable even to close her legs.

Lin Yuan walked over and gathered her into his arms.

His hand gently brushed over her swollen, fucked-open entrance, feeling the warm fluid still leaking out. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice soft yet carrying a nearly broken tenderness:

“…You did well, my bitch.”

Su Wan gave a quiet “mm” and buried her face against his chest.

She didn’t speak.

But she knew that starting tonight, something had already changed.

And between her legs, those white fluids continued to drip, little by little.