"You... damn... bastard..."
Tang Yin's fierce, relentless drilling sent tremors through Bi Bidong's body, leaving her breath ragged and chaotic. Though waves of pleasure threatened to drown her senses, her pride refused to surrender. She cursed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with defiance.
"Go ahead—curse me. Curse me harder, louder. The more you scream, the more it excites me... the more I want to make you feel good."
Tang Yin's smirk widened. The rhythmic slap-slap-slap of skin against skin echoed through the room as his hips pistoned like an electric motor, robbing Bi Bidong of coherent speech. All she could manage were breathless, broken moans: "Nngh... ah... ahh!"
While Tang Yin ravaged Bi Bidong, reducing her to helpless whimpers...
Elsewhere: Moon Pavilion
Exhausted after a long day, Tang Yuehua bathed and slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep.
But in her dreams, she found herself somewhere entirely unfamiliar—a vast, blank white void. Her consciousness felt unnervingly clear, as if she'd physically entered this realm.
"How did I get here? I was just sleeping..."
"Is this a dream? But it feels too real..."
Confused, she took a few steps forward.
Suddenly, the white world vanished. She now stood inside an opulent bedroom. Before she could take in the lavish decor, her eyes locked onto a woman near the bed.
The woman was stunning—her figure voluptuous, her aura regal, even surpassing Tang Yuehua's own grace. Yet her posture was shockingly indecent: bent forward, bare-assed, hands pinned behind her back, face twisted in ecstasy as she cried out, "Ah! Nngh! Yes!"
Tang Yuehua froze.
Her gaze then snapped to the man pounding into the woman from behind. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her pulse spiking. She'd never witnessed sex before, but what stunned her more was recognizing the man—Tang Yin, her sister-in-law Ah Yin's adopted son.
"Why am I dreaming of this... of Tang Yin fucking another woman?"
"...Gods, why does my body feel so hot? I want... I want him to fuck me too..."
Convinced this was a dream where she held all control, Tang Yuehua surrendered to her desires. She needed release—to replace the aching emptiness with the pleasure she saw consuming that woman.
As she drew closer, she gasped.
"You're... Bi Bidong?! The Pope of the Spirit Hall?!"
She knew Bi Bidong's face well, but never imagined her in such a debased state—moaning like a slut under Tang Yin's thrusts.
Tang Yin noticed her instantly. Earlier, his system had alerted him: [Dreamweaver Link Activated. Target: Tang Yuehua. Pull into shared dreamscape?] The thought of dominating both women—one a celestial pope, the other his elegant aunt—ignited his blood. He'd seized the chance without hesitation.
"Care to join us, Aunt?" Tang Yin taunted, never breaking rhythm. "Look how happy Sister Bi Bidong is. Doesn't she seem... free?"
Bi Bidong stiffened, horrified.
Tang Yuehua's nephew?! Then he must be... Tang Hao's son?! Rage flared—she was being fucked raw by her enemy's bloodline! But another deep thrust melted her fury into mindless, whimpering submission.
Tang Yuehua stared, transfixed, at Tang Yin's thick cock pistoning into Bi Bidong's dripping pussy. Her throat went dry.
It looks just like that night with Ah Yin... I need to touch it.
In this "dream," she felt omnipotent. So she reached out—not just brushing Tang Yin's shaft, but groping Bi Bidong's ass too.
SMACK!
Her palm cracked against Bi Bidong's left buttock.
SMACK!
Then the right.
Bi Bidong's eyes flew wide in disbelief.
"Payback," Tang Yuehua hissed, shoving Bi Bidong harder onto Tang Yin's cock. "For every time you humiliated our family."
Thrust! SMACK! Thrust!
Tang Yuehua fell into a rhythm—slapping Bi Bidong's ass while driving her deeper onto Tang Yin's dick. Overwhelmed, Bi Bidong could only scream:
"AAAAHHHN! YES! FUCK! HARDER!"