Extensive consultation

Li Wei didn’t answer with words. He simply grabbed Yanfei by the shoulders, hauled her out of the chair, and pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. Her coat was already open; the soft weight of her tits spilled free. He shoved his cock between them without ceremony, the hot shaft sliding into the tight, spit-slick valley she automatically pressed together with both hands.

“Liabilities,” he grunted, rocking his hips so the head of his cock nudged her chin with every thrust. “How irreversible can I make it? What happens if she tries to break the bond later?”

Yanfei tilted her head, caught the tip between her lips, and sucked. Saliva ran down the shaft and into her cleavage as she spoke around him, voice muffled but still precise.

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“Once the private-bond is registered and the chattel petition is granted, reversal requires either mutual consent or a full Qixing tribunal review. Both are expensive and public. Most courts default to upholding the contract if the original signatures are clean. You can further lock it with a ‘perpetual service’ rider—language that treats the bond as lifelong unless you personally dissolve it.”

She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, then pulled off just long enough to add,
“Include a penalty clause: any attempt to void the contract triggers automatic transfer of all her personal assets to you and a permanent public-use designation. That alone keeps most women from fighting.”

Li Wei’s hands fisted in her hair. He forced her down until her nose was buried against his stomach and his cock was lodged in her throat. Yanfei’s eyes watered; she swallowed around the thick intrusion and kept listening.

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“Small delicts,” he said, voice rough as he fucked her throat in short, deep strokes.
“What can we leverage? Petty theft, unpaid favors, anything.”

She gurgled an affirmative, then managed to pull back just enough to speak in a wet, broken rasp.

“Look for household Mora she ‘borrowed’ without formal record. Or any time she accepted gifts from you that could be reclassified as advances. Even chronic lateness on chores can be framed as breach of familial duty under the older statutes. Once a debt exists—even a manufactured one—the bond becomes repayment. As your object she loses the right to refuse sexual use, the right to independent residence, the right to refuse pregnancy, and the right to petition the courts without your written permission. Her name on official documents is replaced by the bond registration number. She becomes property that happens to bleed and moan.”

Li Wei pulled out of her throat with a thick string of spit. Yanfei gasped, chin glistening, then immediately reached for the legal pad and pen still on the desk. She stayed on her knees, writing the first draft in quick, practiced strokes while he moved behind her.

“First clause,” she said, voice hoarse but steady. “Voluntary indenture under Section 14-C, consideration listed as—”

He shoved her forward so her cheek pressed against the desk blotter, and drove into her cunt in one hard thrust. Yanfei’s pen jerked across the page. A sharp, punched-out moan left her, but she corrected the line and kept writing.

“—consideration listed as full discharge of all familial and financial obligations. Second clause: exclusive and unlimited sexual access, including oral, vaginal, anal, and any additional orifices created by modification. Third—”

Li Wei fucked her harder, hips slamming against her ass, the wet slap of skin filling the office. One hand stayed planted between her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned; the other reached under to maul a hanging breast. Yanfei’s handwriting grew shakier with every thrust, but the language stayed precise.

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“Third clause: breeding rights assigned solely to the bond-holder, with mandatory medical reporting. Fourth: behavioral correction and training authorized without limit. Fifth: permanent object status upon registration, stripping all residual human-rights protections under private-law exemption 9.”

She paused only long enough to moan when he bottomed out especially deep, then continued drafting the next paragraph while her cunt clenched and dripped around the cock that was using her.

Li Wei kept thrusting, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder and more frantic. At some point the careful legal language on the pad stopped mattering. He hauled Yanfei up by the hips, half-dragged her the few steps to the narrow daybed she kept against the far wall for exactly these consultations, and dropped her onto her back.

He shoved her thighs wide, lined up, and sank back into her in one long, punishing stroke. The case files on the desk were forgotten. All that remained was the hard, relentless rhythm of his cock driving into her cunt while she stared up at the ceiling, lips parted, soft broken sounds escaping every time he bottomed out.

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He lasted longer than she expected. When he finally came it was with a deep, satisfied groan, hips locked tight against hers, cock pulsing as he emptied another thick load straight into her. Yanfei felt the heat flood her, the familiar overflow already starting to leak around his shaft. She clenched once, milking the last spurts, then simply lay there catching her breath while he slumped over her.

“Thank you,” he muttered against her neck, still buried inside her. “For all the legal advice. Really. I… I think I can make it work.”

Yanfei beamed up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She gave his chest a light, professional pat and gently pushed him back so she could sit up. Cum immediately ran out of her in a slow, heavy trickle, soaking the sheet beneath her. She ignored it, reached for the small ledger she kept in the bedside drawer, and opened it with a crisp snap.

“Standard consultation fee is four hundred Mora,” she said cheerfully, already writing. “Extended drafting time—another two hundred. Free-use surcharge is waived under my retainer, but each additional act is itemized for accounting purposes.”

She ticked them off with the same precise tone she used for contract clauses.

“Titfuck and oral service: fifty Mora."

"Deepthroat with full insertion: seventy-five."

"Desk penetration from behind: one hundred."

"Relocation to bed and missionary breeding: one hundred fifty."

"Internal ejaculation—second load of the session—counts as an extra breeding surcharge: two hundred.”

She totaled the column, underlined it twice, and turned the ledger so he could see the final figure.

“Grand total today: one thousand one hundred seventy-five Mora. Payable before you leave. I accept cash or registered Qixing draft.”

Li Wei stared at the number. The satisfied flush drained from his face, replaced by the look of a man who had just remembered that free-use still came with a bill. He fumbled for his coin purse in silence, counted out the exact amount, and placed it on the bedside table without meeting her eyes.

Yanfei accepted the Mora with a bright little smile, tucked it away, and stood. She didn’t bother cleaning up. She simply pulled her shorts back into place (already damp), smoothed her coat over her still-bare breasts, and gave him a final professional nod.

“Documents will be ready in three days. Don’t forget the medical clause.”

Then she stepped past him, opened the office door, and left with a noticeable spring in her step. Cum still leaked down her inner thigh with every stride, warm and sticky, but she didn’t wipe it away. Lunch was waiting at Wanmin Restaurant, and she was suddenly starving.