Feast of the Body

Have you ever heard of the concept of a human feast? It involves selecting a stunningly beautiful woman with a perfect figure and face, who then lies on a large dining table adorned with an array of exquisite foods, all for the pleasure and indulgence of wealthy business persons. While such feasts cater to the whims of affluent men, what about the extravagant feasts for rich women? At that moment, I find myself lying on a wide table, my body covered with a variety of high-end foods. However, to the wealthy women surrounding me, these delicacies are merely decorations; their true interest lies in my smooth, pale skin. Right now, to these affluent ladies, I am the main course, a lavish human feast. Their eyes, filled with hunger, lock onto me like a pack of wolves circling their prey, ready to devour me at any moment. Among the crowd, one woman finally loses her patience. Her hands roam over my body, sliding from my stomach to my inner thighs, and suddenly, she grabs my adulthood. She plays with it gently, marveling at its size – the largest she's ever seen. The intensity of her grip sends a sharp pain through me, but I must remain silent, for I am just a dish to be admired and tasted. As a professional human feast performer on a luxurious cruise ship, my job is to entertain and please these wealthy women. This ship is a playground for affluent ladies from all over, where money flows freely in exchange for amusement. Working in this field requires certain standards. To serve as a human feast, one must possess the finest qualities, much like top-grade ingredients. My selection for this role is due to my exceptional attributes, including skin smoother and whiter than most women's and a adulthood larger than usual, a rarity among these women. Moreover, I must maintain a clean body – being a virgin is crucial. An unclean body is deemed unworthy of their attention. Since I abstain from s****l encounters and practice good hygiene, I remain in pristine condition, which these women can discern instantly. With the first woman leading, others soon join in, eagerly touching and caressing me, each wanting a piece of me. Before I went on the table, I was given some special medication. Since virgins often lack endurance, this medication ensures I can last longer, preventing any disappointment among the women. "I can't hold back any longer! I need to taste this delicacy now!" One woman, her eyes fixed on my adulthood, declares with barely concealed excitement. She lifts her skirt and positions herself over me. Fear grips me. The pain I endured earlier was tolerable, but losing my virginity to these women is unacceptable. I have always believed that my first time should be with someone I love, someone special. Panicking, I spring up and cover myself, refusing to let the woman have her way. My resistance angers her, and she slaps me hard, yelling, "Stop pretending! Submit to me, or I'll kill you!" Though frightened, I remain firm, protecting my chastity with all my strength. Even under the threat of death, I won't surrender my first time to her. The organizers of this feast also have a vested interest in preserving my virginity. To them, I am a goldmine, a key attraction. If I lose my virginity, I lose my appeal, and future business will suffer. Security arrives swiftly. The bearded man in charge of the ship's safety approaches the furious woman with a polite smile, "Madam Tian, this dish is meant for viewing, touching, and playing with, but not for the real thing. Please respect our rules." Madam Tian is not satisfied. She sneers, "Rules? It's all about money. Name your price." The bearded man remains firm, understanding my value to the ship. No price is worth losing their star attraction. He shakes his head politely. "One million for a night with him. If I'm satisfied, we can discuss future payments," Madam Tian offers, convinced that money can buy anything. The bearded man continues to smile, yet his resolve is unyielding. No amount of money can sway him to compromise the ship's prized possession. The bearded man continued to smile and shake his head, saying nothing as he signaled the bodyguards to help the wealthy woman off the table, fearing she might harm me. However, the woman was not pleased. She seemed agitated and, when the bodyguards tried to pull her away, she slapped one across the face and then grabbed me forcefully. She shouted angrily at the bearded man, "Damn it! I was being nice! Offering a million to play once and you still refuse? I'm not leaving without having my fun tonight!" The pain she caused was excruciating. It was clear she wasn't just threatening; her grip was tight, and I was breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain. The bearded man was also taken aback, nervously urging her to calm down and talk things over. The woman sneered, dismissing his suggestion, and tried to hike up her skirt again, ready to mount me. I was genuinely terrified, too scared to move, fearing that any sudden action might lead her to permanently damage me. I could only watch in horror as she was about to sit down. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire echoed from the entrance, startling the other women into screams as they looked towards the door in terror. The woman on top of me also froze upon hearing the shots, knowing the implications – this wasn't the United States, and a gunshot meant serious trouble. "If you sit down, I'll have you shot dead right here. You can try it," came a cold, authoritative voice from the doorway. A woman with a white veil and a long robe, her face faintly visible underneath, walked in. She looked like a celestial being, her presence as ethereal as Liu Yifei's portrayal of Xiaolongnu, seemingly untouched by the mundane world. The bearded man's expression turned serious upon seeing her. He respectfully greeted her, "Your Highness." The aggressive woman on top of me, upon seeing this so-called "Your Highness," immediately lost her arrogance. Her face turned pale with fear, her body immobilized, and she stared at the woman with a mix of terror and awe. "This ship belongs to my family. Now that we're in international waters, I can kill two people and feed them to the sharks in no time. Anyone who doubts me can try," the veiled woman declared with icy authority, her words silencing the room. The aggressive woman obediently got off the table without a word, and the others, now as docile as children, dared not touch me, only admiring from a distance. Order was quickly restored. The veiled woman approached the bearded man and pointed at me, saying simply, "Send him to my room tonight." The bearded man didn't dare object. He bowed and replied, "Yes, ma'am," before escorting her out. I was left feeling deeply worried, fearing what the night might bring. Despite her beauty, I was determined not to lose my virginity this way; I wanted to preserve my tradition of selling my skills, not my body. After being intimidated by "Your Highness," the other women behaved themselves for the rest of the evening. The feast concluded, and each woman returned to her cabin with a young, handsome male companion for the night's entertainment. As for me, the bearded man arranged for me to be carried off, washed in a milk bath, and wrapped in a towel before being sent to a luxurious room filled with a delicate fragrance. I knew this must be her room. I was placed on a large bed covered with rose petals, lying almost naked. The effects of the drug were still strong, my lower body reacting intensely. I lay there, my eyes vacant, awaiting her arrival, knowing that tonight I might lose my virginity.