"Bibi Dong, you bitch! Take this claw!" Tang Yuehua raged, lunging forward to claw at Bibi Dong's chest.
Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with fury as she retaliated. "Tang Yuehua, you're the bitch! Die!"
Tang Yuehua winced in pain but sneered contemptuously. "This is my dream. In my dream, I make the rules. You're the one who's going to die!" Her grip intensified.
Bibi Dong felt the sharp sting and surge of stimulation. Her brow furrowed, then she looked at Tang Yuehua as if she were an idiot, her expression dripping with scorn. "Your dream? Hah! What a joke, you foolish woman!"
The next moment, the two women threw themselves at each other, resorting to the most primal forms of combat. Tang Yin watched the spectacle, muttering appreciatively, "This is really thrilling."
Originally, Tang Yuehua had been clothed. But fueled by Bibi Dong's rage, she tore viciously at the fabric, shredding it completely to reveal Tang Yuehua's captivating naked form. The torn remnants hung loosely, half-concealing and half-revealing her delicate, pert curves. Tang Yin couldn't help but let his gaze linger hungrily on his aunt's exposed flesh. He desperately wanted to step forward and savor those tempting pink peaks.
But before Tang Yin could continue his admiration, Tang Yuehua suddenly exerted force, wrapping her arms tightly around Bibi Dong's slender waist. She tried to heave her off her feet and slam her to the ground. Bibi Dong, however, was ready. Before Tang Yuehua could complete the lift, Bibi Dong countered, locking her arms around Tang Yuehua's neck and forcing her head downwards.
Their position became bizarrely intimate. If Tang Yuehua's head dipped any lower, it would be right against Bibi Dong's forbidden triangle. Bibi Dong, maintaining the neck lock, kept pressing Tang Yuehua relentlessly downward. Tang Yuehua, who had been holding Bibi Dong's waist, found her strength waning, her head sinking lower and lower.
Because of this, Tang Yuehua suddenly realized Bibi Dong had forced her head down right in front of that sensitive, forbidden zone. She saw sights she shouldn't have. Bibi Dong's mound doesn't look any worse than mine, even has a certain beauty, Tang Yuehua thought fleetingly. But then, staring directly at Bibi Dong's intimate core, a devious plan sparked in her mind.
She abruptly abandoned the hold on Bibi Dong's waist. Instead, both her hands shot forward, launching a fierce assault directly on Bibi Dong's forbidden territory.
"You...!" Bibi Dong gasped, utterly shocked that this bitch Tang Yuehua dared to attack her there, and with such force – a full invasion! The stimulation Tang Yin had ignited earlier hadn't yet faded; her body was hypersensitive. Now, assaulted again by Tang Yuehua, a wave of sudden weakness washed over her. The pressure locking Tang Yuehua's neck gradually slackened.
Seeing this, Tang Yuehua believed she'd found Bibi Dong's vulnerable spot. She redoubled her efforts without restraint, relentlessly tormenting that sensitive weakness. Though she felt her fingers becoming slick, she didn't stop. She wanted her hand to become drenched, to make Bibi Dong fully understand her power. Once Bibi Dong was completely limp and helpless, Tang Yuehua could torment her at will.
The thought brought a wicked smile to Tang Yuehua's lips. This was her first time experiencing the sheer joy, comfort, and exhilaration of being the villain. It was absolutely intoxicating.
"Stop! Tang Yuehua, you bitch! Stop!" Bibi Dong had collapsed onto the ground. Sitting there, she could only watch helplessly as Tang Yuehua continued to violate her vulnerable spot, her powerless body capable only of hurling curses.
"You want me to stop? Fine. Beg me. Beg me and maybe I'll stop. But you, the exalted Pope of the Spirit Hall... can you really bring yourself to beg me?" Tang Yuehua taunted.
"You...!" Bibi Dong's eyes blazed with fury. Begging Tang Yuehua, this vile woman, was utterly impossible. It would be worse than death. But... that feeling... it was rising again. Why? Why have I become so sensitive? Is it because this bitch tormenting me is making my body react more and more? No, it can't be! Shame and rage warred within Bibi Dong, but she was powerless.
Her gaze then shifted to Tang Yin, watching from the sidelines. Facing this violation by Tang Yuehua, she suddenly found herself yearning for the strong, capable man Tang Yin was instead.
Tang Yuehua noticed Bibi Dong looking at Tang Yin. She turned her own gaze towards him. "Tang Yin," she commanded, her voice thick with exertion and malice, "Come here. Go on, fuck this bitch Bibi Dong senseless for me. Once you're done, Auntie will give you your own reward."
Tang Yin slowly walked over to the two struggling women, his eyes raking appreciatively over their forms. The sight of their full breasts pressing against each other, their incredible bounce, ignited a fierce desire in him to thrust right between these two peerless beauties – like a hot dog between buns. The sensation promised to be exquisite. But now wasn't the time for that.
"Auntie," Tang Yin said, his voice low and rough, "Help me first. Once I'm ready, I'll deal with Pope Bibi Dong." He positioned himself directly in front of Tang Yuehua, showcasing his urgent need for her assistance.
Tang Yuehua looked down, a blush instantly coloring her cheeks. She realized Tang Yin's imposing member looked exactly like the one her sister-in-law, Ah Yin, had made her touch that day. She hadn't actually held it then, but the similarity in size, heat, and shape was uncanny. Is it because this is a dream? It must be. Dismissing the thought, she steeled herself.
She leaned forward, opening her mouth to begin servicing Tang Yin, determined to satisfy him so he'd help her subdue Bibi Dong. Mmm... strange. Why does the taste, the heat, the sheer size feel identical to what Sister Ah Yin had me... work on? The resemblance was unnerving. Dream logic, she reassured herself, and focused on her task.
But before long, her jaw began to ache. Tang Yin was impossibly robust. No matter how diligently she worked her mouth and tongue, he showed no sign of softening. At this rate, her lips would be raw before she achieved her first goal.
Tang Yin noticed Tang Yuehua's struggle. "Auntie, put your back into it," he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. "Use some different techniques. Really work to cool me down, make me feel good."
"Mmm... Mmmph..." Tang Yuehua nodded, redoubling her efforts. Gradually, she found herself becoming more adept, her movements smoother.
Bibi Dong watched, consumed by fury and humiliation, as Tang Yuehua serviced Tang Yin while simultaneously violating her most intimate place, keeping her weak. She burned with the desire to leap up and thrash the bitch senseless. But she could only lie there, forced to witness Tang Yuehua and this virile man flaunt their intimacy right before her.
What tormented Bibi Dong most was the growing heat coiling deep within her own core. Watching them ignited a desperate craving for Tang Yin to take her, to fuck her hard and give her the release she needed. Her gaze flickered between Tang Yin and Tang Yuehua. Unable to bear it any longer, a reckless impulse seized her.
"Let me help you!" she gasped, her hand shooting out towards Tang Yin's straining shaft, attempting to wrest it from Tang Yuehua's mouth.