"What on earth is going on?"
"Why is Bi Bi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, here?"
"And Tang Yin! He's here too? And he's... he's doing those... those things with Bi Bi Dong!"
"Wait! Tang Yuehua is here too? This... this... what kind of situation is this?"
"How could they all be here together, doing... that?"
Seeing Bi Bi Dong and Tang Yuehua kneeling before Tang Yin, working his shaft with their mouths, Ah Yin and Liu Erlong were utterly stunned. This impossible scenario was playing out right before their eyes, clear as day. For a moment, they couldn't process it.
Only after a moment did they remember: this was their dream. Seeing people doing strange things in dreams should be normal. But... why were they having this dream? Ah Yin looked at Liu Erlong, who returned the confused gaze. Neither understood. The dream felt terrifyingly real, as if it were actually happening.
Positioned in front of Tang Yin but behind Bi Bi Dong and Tang Yuehua, Tang Yin could see them, but the two women couldn't. Tang Yin had just erupted. Bi Bi Dong could still feel the heat scorching her throat, the thick taste of Tang Yin's essence coating her mouth, and a peculiar warmth blooming in her belly. It was... surprisingly pleasant. She wanted a moment to catch her breath before continuing her ministrations when Tang Yuehua, beside her, suddenly acted without honor. She snatched Tang Yin's thick, spongy flesh sausage right out of Bi Bi Dong's grasp!
Tang Yuehua shot Bi Bi Dong a challenging look, then greedily took the massive, engorged member deep into her own mouth, right in front of her rival.
"Mmmph... so delicious," Tang Yuehua moaned around the shaft, her voice muffled but full of ecstatic praise. "Just like what sister-in-law Ah Yin fed me that day. I love it, Tang Yin. I want to taste this divine ambrosia every single day." She found the flavor uncannily similar, even identical, to what Ah Yin had given her before. But she didn't dwell on it, too engrossed in the sheer pleasure of sucking him down. To her, this spongy flesh sausage was the ultimate delicacy.
Having recovered, Bi Bi Dong saw this bitch Tang Yuehua brazenly stealing what was rightfully hers! Fury ignited within her. Bi Bi Dong, the Pope, could never tolerate having something she claimed taken away, especially not while she was forced to watch the thief enjoy it. Tang Yuehua had become the target of her burning rage.
Slap!
Suddenly, Bi Bi Dong's hand lashed out, striking Tang Yuehua. However, with her power sealed, Bi Bi Dong was no stronger than an ordinary woman. The slap didn't hurt Tang Yuehua; instead, a flush of pleasure spread across Tang Yuehua's face. The sting felt deliciously stimulating.
"Ahhh, yes! Hit me harder!" Tang Yuehua commanded, her mouth still working diligently on Tang Yin. "Put some real strength into it, Pope Bi Bi Dong! Show me what the mighty leader of the Spirit Hall is made of!"
Infuriated, Bi Bi Dong raised her hand again, intending to deliver a truly punishing blow to wipe the smugness off Tang Yuehua's face.
Whoosh!
Tang Yin's hand shot out, catching Bi Bi Dong's slender wrist mid-swing. He yanked her forcefully towards him, his fingers gripping her delicate chin.
"Your Holiness," Tang Yin murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble close to her ear. "How do you feel now? Do you crave feeling this mighty pillar plunging deep inside you again? Do you yearn for that overwhelming pleasure, that peak of ecstasy I made you reach before?" His thumb traced her lower lip.
Bi Bi Dong glanced at Tang Yuehua, still feasting on Tang Yin's cock. Defiance flared. She was done playing games. This was just a dream, however real it felt. If Tang Yin fucked her unconscious again, surely she'd wake up. Then, she'd make him pay.
"Come then," Bi Bi Dong challenged, locking eyes with Tang Yin, her voice thick with dare. "If you have the guts, do it. Fuck me senseless like you did before. See if I care!"
"Since Your Holiness extends such a... passionate invitation," Tang Yin chuckled darkly, "how could I refuse? But before we begin..." His grip on her chin tightened slightly, forcing her head to turn. "...perhaps you'd like to see who's watching? Surprise."
Bi Bi Dong frowned, confused. But she turned her head as directed. Her eyes widened in shock.
Standing behind her were Liu Erlong and... Ah Yin?
Liu Erlong, that woman who had once been with Yu Xiaogang? She recognized her instantly. But the other... that was Ah Yin! Tang Hao's wife! The woman who had sacrificed herself to become his spirit ring! She was supposed to be dead!
What followed made Bi Bi Dong's cheeks burn crimson. Liu Erlong and Ah Yin didn't recoil or vanish. Instead, they stepped closer, stopping barely a meter away. They stood there, observing Bi Bi Dong, Tang Yuehua, and Tang Yin with blatant, almost analytical, curiosity.
"Ah Yin," Liu Erlong murmured, her voice laced with disbelief. "They look... incredibly real."
"Indeed," Ah Yin agreed softly, her gaze fixed on the intimate scene. "It feels exactly like they're truly engaged in those acts. What a peculiar dream."
"But... they're looking right at us now. Have they noticed us? It's strange... they seem conscious, aware."
"Let me test that."
Driven by curiosity, Ah Yin reached out towards Tang Yin. Her hand moved unerringly towards the most prominent part of his anatomy. Tang Yuehua, momentarily stunned into stillness by the sight of her sister-in-law, stopped her sucking. This gave Ah Yin the perfect opening.
Her fingers closed around the familiar, thick, spongy flesh sausage that pulsed with heat in her grasp.
"Ah Yin," Tang Yin's voice cut through the tension, thick with amusement. "How does it feel? Real enough?"
"You..." Ah Yin gasped, the intense heat and solidity under her palm confirming her suspicion. This wasn't just her and Liu Erlong's dream. Tang Yin was involved, deeply.
"Exactly," Tang Yin's voice resonated directly in her mind, a private telepathic whisper. "I brought you and Erlong here. This is our shared dream. Everything that happens here... echoes into reality. Every sensation is authentic."
Ah Yin understood instantly. Her gaze swept over Bi Bi Dong, Tang Yuehua, Liu Erlong, and then back to Tang Yin. As his adoptive mother, she grasped his intention immediately.
"You little devil," Ah Yin breathed aloud, her voice a mix of scolding and something far warmer. "You wicked, wicked boy." Yet, even as she spoke, she was moving. She pushed Tang Yuehua aside with surprising firmness and took her place, wrapping her lips around Tang Yin's thick, weeping cockhead. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him, joining Tang Yuehua in servicing him.
Tang Yuehua stared, utterly dumbfounded. This was Ah Yin! Tang Yin's adoptive mother! How could she possibly do this? What kind of twisted dream was this?!