"No matter what, I'll remember you, Tang Yin," Bibi Dong cursed bitterly in her heart.
She planned to rest properly, letting her swollen parts below recover, and regain her strength before ordering someone to find Tang Yin—the man who had pounded her so fiercely. Once she found him, she would absolutely not let him off easily. Everything he'd done to her... she would repay him double.
As for Tang Yuehua, Ah Yin, and Liu Erlong—these three women—Bibi Dong thought of Ah Yin first. She knew Ah Yin was a 100,000-year soul beast but believed she should be dead since she'd become Tang Hao's soul ring. Yet Ah Yin appeared in that dream world. This made Bibi Dong uncertain whether she was still alive. If she's alive... perhaps my final soul ring is within reach. If it was just a dream woven by Tang Yin, she'd make him understand Bibi Dong was not to be trifled with.
............
Moon Pavilion
Tang Yuehua had now awoken from the dream. As her consciousness returned, she felt the same soreness and exhaustion as Bibi Dong, along with lingering waves of pleasure.
"Hnn... down there feels so uncomfortable. So sore...
How... how did I get so wet? My pants are soaked. How could a dream feel so real?"
She discovered her nightgown was drenched, and even the bedsheets were soaked through. Remembering what happened in the dream, her face flushed with shame. She still believed it was just a dream, but couldn't understand why she'd dreamt of such things—so vividly—of her, Ah Yin, and Liu Erlong working together to service Tang Yin's thick, spongy rod. It felt utterly bizarre. Especially since she was Tang Yin's aunt, his godmother Ah Yin was there too, and even Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, appeared.
The dream left Tang Yuehua overwhelmed. Because everything in the dream seemed to mirror reality, her body remained exhausted, the burning soreness between her legs still present. When she tried to rise, a tearing pain forced her to stop.
"Ngh... it hurts so much. It's all Tang Yin's fault—that bastard's thing was too big, and he thrust too hard... I still haven't recovered."
She looked down and saw her swollen, glistening folds, looking irresistibly tempting. If that rascal Tang Yin were here, he'd surely bury his face between my legs and taste his aunt... In the dream, he'd promised to "feast on her properly" next time—in the real world, alongside sister-in-law Ah Yin.
"Have I gone mad? Wanting to find Tang Yin for those things...
No, no! A dream is just a dream. I can't seek him out in reality—he's Ah Yin's godson!
I'm his aunt. If we really did it... wouldn't that be... incest?"
Her face burned crimson. Though she told herself not to think of Tang Yin or seek him out, the memory of his thickness made her body flush with heat. To her horror, she felt herself growing wet again.
After a long while, she finally steadied herself. Leaning against the wall, she entered the bathroom to run a cool bath, washing away the sticky traces between her legs. Soaking in the tub, she finally calmed down.
But as clarity returned, she noticed something odd.
If it were just a dream, why does my entrance feel stretched open? And why is it filled with Tang Yin's essence...?
What happened last night—was it real or a dream?
"I need to ask sister-in-law Ah Yin and the others.
If it wasn't just a dream... what exactly happened?"
Resolved, she finished bathing quickly. Right now, she needed rest.
............
Ah Yin's Room
Ah Yin and Liu Erlong awoke slowly. Having shared a bed, they opened their eyes to find themselves facing each other—naked, entangled, their heavy breasts pressed together, creating alluring ripples.
"Ah Yin, you—" Liu Erlong blushed, noticing Ah Yin's slender fingers still buried deep inside her.
Liu Erlong vaguely recalled the dream's end: Tang Yuehua and Bibi Dong piled beneath Tang Yin, pounded until they passed out, while she and Ah Yin chased their final climax. Ah Yin's skillful fingers had teased her relentlessly—until the dream shattered, and they awoke... with Ah Yin's hand still exploring her soaked depths.
Ah Yin gazed back, feeling the warmth around her fingers. Instinctively, she curled them slightly.
Liu Erlong, still throbbing with residual pleasure, gasped "Ngh...!" and grabbed Ah Yin's wrist. "I... I can't take anymore."
"Erlong, I never knew you could be so lewd," Ah Yin teased. "Do you crave Tang Yin's huge thing that badly? You were so wild in the dream..."
Liu Erlong yanked Ah Yin's hand free, shuddering as the sensitive walls clenched around nothing. She bit back a moan.
"I'm not! You're the shameless one! As Tang Yin's godmother, you let him pound you senseless like it was nothing—do you have some... kink?"*
Once composed, Liu Erlong fired back. She'd heard Ah Yin beg in the dream: "Faster, godson! Make your godmother pass out!" She strongly suspected Ah Yin had a mother-son fetish.
She wasn't wrong. Ah Yin did crave her godson—but only Tang Yin. No one else.
"Erlong," Ah Yin murmured, already scheming for her godson. "How was the dream last night? Intense? Pleasurable?"
What happened in the dream... must happen in reality too.