My Wife Cheated Because I Was Too Gentle, So I Let Her Mother and Sister Enjoy My Rough Sex Instead

Chapter One: Fracture

The night was a suffocating void, the villa’s living room bathed in the flickering glow of a dying fireplace, its embers hissing like whispered taunts. Lin Hao sat on the sofa, his whiskey glass half-empty, the melted ice pooling like his fractured sanity. His wife, Yating, hadn’t returned in three days. Her text—“I need some time”—was a jagged blade twisting in his chest. He knew she was entwined with another man, her betrayal a venom seeping into the house that once held their warmth, now a tomb of his rage.

Lin Hao’s eyes shut tight, trying to quell the inferno in his chest, but visions of Yating’s smile, her softness, and her body pressed against a stranger’s clawed at his mind. His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms, drawing beads of blood. The humiliation of her infidelity was a serpent, coiling tighter, urging him toward something sick and primal. The doorbell’s shrill cry shattered the silence, a summons to his unraveling.

He rose, steps heavy with dread, and opened the door. Two figures stood in the shadows: Yating’s mother, Lifang, and her sister, Xiaoqing. Lifang’s black top and skirt clung to her mature curves, her smile cold and predatory, eyes glinting with malice. Xiaoqing’s denim mini-skirt and half-unbuttoned shirt revealed a sliver of skin, her gaze brazen, a feral cat ready to pounce.

“What do you want?” Lin Hao’s voice was a low growl, laced with suspicion, yet his pulse quickened at their presence, a sick thrill stirring within.

Lifang stepped into the room, her heels clicking like a death knell, her rose perfume a cloying assault. “Hao,” she purred, her voice a velvet blade, “we know about Yating’s filth. We’re here so you don’t rot alone in this pain.” Her eyes pinned him, a hunter sizing up prey.

Xiaoqing shut the door, the lock’s snap echoing like a guillotine. She sauntered to his side, sitting close, her legs crossed, skirt riding up to expose pale thighs. “You look pathetic, brother-in-law,” she taunted, her lips curling in mockery. “Yating discarded you, but we don’t.” Her fingers grazed his hand, nails scraping, igniting a twisted spark in his veins.

Lin Hao’s throat tightened. He knew this was forbidden, yet Yating’s betrayal had torched his restraint. A sick hunger gnawed at him, her mother and sister’s presence a poison fanning the flames. “You’re luring me to hell,” he rasped, his gaze locked on Lifang’s curves and Xiaoqing’s brazen stare, unable to look away.

Lifang’s laugh was a cold, venomous thing. “Then let’s burn together,” she whispered, leaning in, her lips brushing his earlobe, her breath a toxic lure that set his nerves ablaze.

Psychological Shift: Lin Hao’s soul was a battlefield, torn between rage and a depraved craving for release. Yating’s betrayal stripped him of dignity, leaving a void he yearned to fill with control. Lifang and Xiaoqing’s arrival was a mirror to his darkest impulses, their presence stoking a sick euphoria. Guilt twisted in his gut, not as a barrier but as fuel, urging him toward a forbidden abyss.

Chapter Two: The Edge of Sin

The living room was a swamp of desire, the fireplace’s dim glow casting warped shadows that mocked their descent. Lifang’s fingers traced Lin Hao’s neck, her nails carving red trails, the sting a perverse delight. Xiaoqing pressed closer, her curves teasing in the firelight, her hand bold on his thigh, fingers creeping upward with deliberate malice.

“What are you playing at?” Lin Hao’s voice was hoarse, a desperate grasp at reason, but Lifang’s perfume and Xiaoqing’s touch were a venom eroding his will. His heart pounded, visions of Yating’s infidelity fueling a toxic blend of rage and lust.

“We’re here to set you free,” Xiaoqing murmured, her lips grazing his ear, her breath a hot poison. Her fingers unhooked his belt, pulling slowly, a deliberate challenge to his crumbling restraint.

Lifang stepped back, framed by the fire’s eerie light. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall, revealing black lace lingerie that clung to her mature form like a second skin. “Hao,” she said, her voice a sick blend of tenderness and command, “Yating betrayed you, but we’ll give you what she never could.” Her gaze was a blade, slicing through his defenses, stirring a twisted urge to submit.

Lin Hao’s breath hitched, his eyes darting between Lifang’s predatory elegance and Xiaoqing’s brazen allure. His conscience screamed, but the fire of Yating’s betrayal consumed it. Their presence was a drug, pulling him toward a abyss. He stood, closing the distance to Lifang, his hands gripping her shoulders with bruising force, channeling his rage. “You’ll regret this,” he growled, his voice a warning laced with hunger.

Lifang didn’t flinch, her chin lifting, eyes cold and defiant. “Regret? No, Hao, you’ll crave this darkness.” She pressed her lips to his, a fierce, devouring kiss, her teeth nipping his lip, drawing a bead of blood that tasted of sin.

Xiaoqing slid behind him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping inside to rake her nails across his chest, leaving bloody trails. “Don’t fight it, brother-in-law,” she whispered, her voice dripping with depravity. “Tonight, you belong to us.” Her tongue flicked his earlobe, a wet, searing torment that snapped his last thread of restraint.

Psychological Shift: Lin Hao’s mind teetered on collapse, guilt morphing into a perverse thrill. His rage at Yating fueled a need to dominate, Lifang’s control and Xiaoqing’s taunts igniting a sick liberation. He relished the taboo, yet a shadow of self-loathing grew, his actions a mirror to a monster he didn’t recognize. The contradiction drove him deeper into depravity, as if only through control could he silence his pain.

Chapter Three: Inferno (Darker, More Depraved, with Perverse Elements and Taboo Scenarios)

The living room was a pit of depravity, the fireplace’s dying embers casting a hellish glow over their twisted tableau. Lin Hao’s sanity was ash; he shoved Xiaoqing onto the sofa, his movements savage, driven by a need to crush Yating’s betrayal beneath her sister’s body. He tore her shirt open, buttons scattering like broken promises, exposing a black lace bra clinging to her trembling curves. Xiaoqing’s laugh was a sick, taunting sound, her nails clawing into his neck, drawing blood that mingled with sweat. “Show me your worst, brother-in-law,” she hissed, her voice a twisted hymn of desire, her legs wrapping around his waist, skirt hiked up to reveal a black thong.

Lin Hao’s eyes burned with a depraved hunger, his hands ripping her skirt apart, the fabric’s shredding a war cry in the silent room. He leaned down, his lips crushing her chest, teeth tearing the lace bra, exposing her skin to the firelight. His fingers gripped her throat, a controlled pressure that made her gasp, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and twisted excitement. “You asked for this,” he growled, his voice a guttural promise of ruin.

Perverse Element: Lifang slunk to a corner, retrieving a black silk blindfold, a pair of steel handcuffs, and a leather whip, her smile a cruel crescent. “Let’s make this unforgettable,” she purred, her voice a venomous caress. She knelt beside Xiaoqing, binding the blindfold tightly over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Then, with deliberate malice, she cuffed Xiaoqing’s wrists to the sofa’s armrests, the metal clicking like a death knell. Xiaoqing’s body shuddered, a moan escaping her lips, her smile warped with depraved anticipation. “You sick bastards,” she gasped, her voice trembling with perverse delight.

Lifang turned to Lin Hao, her hands sliding around his waist, nails raking his back, leaving bloody welts. “Unleash your darkness, Hao,” she whispered, her lips grazing his neck, tongue tasting the salt of his sweat. She stripped off her lace top, her mature curves bared, a vision of forbidden allure. She handed him the whip, her eyes commanding. “Punish her,” she ordered, then turned, kneeling before the fireplace, her hips raised in a blatant act of submission, her lace lingerie a taunt.

Perverse Element and Taboo Scenario: Lin Hao gripped the whip, his hand trembling with a mix of rage and sick desire. He lashed it lightly across Lifang’s hips, the leather biting her skin, leaving red welts that made her moan—a low, guttural sound of twisted pleasure. The act of dominating his wife’s mother was a taboo inferno, fueling a sick euphoria. “You’re as broken as me,” he snarled, his voice thick with self-loathing, yet he struck again, harder, her body arching under the sting. Lifang’s laugh was cold, triumphant. “Harder, Hao. Punish her through me,” she taunted, her words a poison stoking his rage.

He turned to Xiaoqing, ripping away her thong, entering her with brutal force, his rhythm relentless, driven by a need to obliterate his pain. The handcuffs clinked as Xiaoqing writhed, her blindfolded moans a mix of agony and ecstasy, her body trembling under his assault. “You’re a fucking monster,” she gasped, her voice a depraved prayer, her legs tightening around him, urging him deeper into the abyss.

Taboo Scenario: Lifang crawled to them, her lips brushing Lin Hao’s shoulder, teeth sinking into his flesh, drawing blood. “She’s Yating’s sister,” she whispered, her voice a venomous goad. “Fuck her like you hate her.” The mother-daughter dynamic was a sick violation, a taboo that set Lin Hao’s soul ablaze with guilt and thrill. He grabbed Lifang, shoving her onto the sofa beside Xiaoqing, his hands bruising her wrists as he pinned her down. He entered her with savage intensity, her moans low and commanding, her body yielding yet controlling. “Use me to destroy her,” she hissed, her eyes locking his, manipulating his rage into a twisted act of revenge.

Perverse Element: Lifang seized the whip, dragging it across her own chest, the leather leaving red trails on her skin. She handed it back to Lin Hao, guiding his hand to strike her again, her moans growing louder, a sick symphony of pain and pleasure. “You hate her, don’t you?” she gasped, her voice a manipulative lure. “Take it out on me.” Lin Hao’s strikes grew harder, his guilt and rage melding into a depraved rush, each lash a release of his torment.

Xiaoqing tore off her blindfold, her eyes wild with twisted adoration. She broke free of the cuffs, lunging at Lin Hao, her nails clawing his chest, drawing fresh blood. “Don’t forget me, brother-in-law,” she snarled, her lips crashing into his, teeth biting his lip until it bled. Her hands guided his, intensifying their rhythm, her voice a depraved chant urging him deeper. The three bodies tangled in the firelight, sweat, blood, and moans merging into a hellish cacophony. The sofa, the rug, the fireplace’s edge—all became their altar of sin, desire a toxic flame consuming every shred of humanity.

Psychological Shift: Lin Hao’s soul was a wasteland, Yating’s betrayal the spark that ignited his descent. Each act of domination was a twisted revenge, yet every moan deepened his self-loathing. Lifang’s manipulative control made him feel like a puppet, yet he craved her command; Xiaoqing’s feral worship mirrored his own depravity, a sick reflection he couldn’t escape. Guilt and euphoria clashed, driving him to embrace the monster within, a man lost to his own darkness, reveling in the taboo yet terrified of the void it left.

Chapter Four: Ashes

Dawn crept in, the fireplace a pile of cold ash, mirroring the wreckage of their souls. Lin Hao collapsed on the sofa, his clothes in tatters, sweat and blood streaking his skin, his chest heaving. Lifang and Xiaoqing lay beside him, draped in a thin blanket, the air thick with the stench of sweat, perfume, and metal. Scattered across the rug were torn clothes, the blindfold, handcuffs, and whip—relics of their depravity.

Silence was a poison, choking the room. Lin Hao’s mind replayed the night: Xiaoqing’s blindfolded screams, Lifang’s submissive moans, the whip’s sting, the handcuffs’ clank. Emptiness consumed him, his rage and desire burned to nothing, leaving a hollow shell. Was this revenge, or had he destroyed himself? A sick satisfaction lingered, tainted by a crushing guilt that whispered he’d become something irredeemable.

Lifang broke the silence, her voice cold and hollow. “Hao, this changes nothing,” she said, staring into the void. “But you’ve tasted hell now.” Her words carried a manipulative edge, as if she’d orchestrated his fall.

Xiaoqing’s laugh was a jagged shard, her hand tracing his cheek, nails carving a fresh welt. “No guilt, brother-in-law,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with depraved triumph. “You earned this.” Her fingers lingered on his lips, a final taunt before she pulled back.

Psychological Shift: Lin Hao was torn between sick satisfaction and self-hatred. The night had purged his rage, but left a void deeper than Yating’s betrayal. Lifang’s manipulation made him feel used, Xiaoqing’s fervor a drug he couldn’t quit. He feared he’d crossed a line from which there was no return, his soul a prisoner of his own depravity.

A car engine rumbled outside. Lin Hao sat up, peering through the window. Yating’s white sedan parked in the driveway, her pale face and haunted eyes visible as she stepped out. She hesitated at the door, sensing the room’s corrupted air.

Lifang and Xiaoqing shared a glance, rising silently, gathering their clothes. “We’re done,” Lifang said coldly, kissing his forehead, her touch icy. Xiaoqing leaned in, whispering, “You know where to find me, brother-in-law.” Her laugh was a venomous echo as they left.

Epilogue

Yating pushed the door open, freezing at the sight of Lin Hao. “Hao…” she whispered, her voice trembling, fear in her eyes. He stared back, his gaze alien, a stranger forged in the night’s inferno. The room reeked of blood and perfume, the handcuffs and whip silent witnesses to his fall.

No words came. Some fractures could never mend. The night’s depravity had burned him to ash, leaving a man he no longer knew. Whether he could face Yating—or himself—remained a question drowned in the embers of his soul.

Psychological Shift: Lin Hao was lost, Yating’s return a bitter irony. His love and hate for her tangled with the taboo ecstasy of Lifang and Xiaoqing, chaining him to his own darkness. He stood at the edge of humanity, a predator and prey, forever marked by a night that shattered his soul.