"Tang Yin, Emperor Xue Ye seems to have fainted outside the door... should we check on him?" Tang Yuehua asked, her gaze drifting to Liu Yixue—who lay exhausted on the bed, gasping for air.
She'd witnessed the entire scene: Liu Yixue's performance as the "victim of a villain" had been shockingly vivid. To chase extreme pleasure, the empress had discarded all restraint—even ignoring her husband's presence.
But that humiliation... and the climax that followed... she clearly relished it.
Tang Yuehua's own pulse quickened. She yearned to try roleplay with Tang Yin—to let him "bully" her into euphoria. Yet the shame felt overwhelming.
"Indeed. We can't let anything happen to the emperor here in Moon Pavilion," Tang Yin agreed, moving to leave.
Suddenly—
A soft body coiled around him like an octopus, climbing his back.
Liu Yixue's jade-like chin rested on his shoulder, her breath hot against his ear:
"Carry me out... I want you to hold me tight with every step. Thrust as you walk... bully me until I peak again. Do it right before Xue Ye—break me until I faint."
She slithered around to his front, legs locking around his waist, arms clinging to his neck.
Take me to see my husband... but fuck me deeper on the way.
Tang Yin gripped the voluptuous empress's waist, smirking. "So desperate to be ravaged before your own husband?"
"Mhm..." she whimpered, cheeks flushed. "My body aches... I need your thick rod punishing me. Nothing else matters."
Years of repression had unleashed this hunger—and Tang Yin adored her depravity.
He kissed her plump lips, savoring their sweetness before biting gently.
"Ah!" Liu Yixue moaned, grinding against him. "Faster... I'm dripping... my little white tiger's jaws are wide open... feed her... she's starving—!"
Smack!
His palm cracked against her ass. "Hold tight. Feel how walking jolts you."
She clung to his neck, letting her "white tiger" clamp onto him for support.
Ten meters felt like eternity.
Each step drove him deeper—Liu Yixue's gasps sharpened as pleasure-pain seared through her.
"Yuehua... join us... feel his power... I'm melting..." she panted, inviting her friend to shed inhibitions.
Tang Yuehua gulped, wrapping a robe around herself before following.
At the door, Tang Yin paused. Smack! Another slap landed.
"Grip harder. Let's see how your husband fares."
Liu Yixue trembled—Xue Ye might see us fused together...
Her inner walls clenched reflexively.
Hiss—!
Tang Yin shuddered in pleasure, his hand freezing on the doorknob.
"Scared, Empress?"
She nodded, squeezing him tighter.
Creak—
The door opened.
Liu Yixue stiffened, her "tiger" convulsing around him.
"Ngh...!"
"Your husband lies at your feet," Tang Yin taunted. "Won't you glance at him? Or do you prefer this?"
She forced herself to look down. Xue Ye lay unconscious in a pool of blood.
Relief morphed into perverse excitement. She slammed her hips back, snarling:
"Your Majesty! Open your eyes! Your empress is being violated! He's slamming into me—beating me raw! He'll break me before you—!"
Tang Yin laughed darkly. "Since you beg for it..."
CRACK!
A crimson handprint bloomed on her ass. He positioned her facing Xue Ye.
"Lightning Dragon Drill!"
Thud! Thud! THUD!
Piston-like thrusts hammered her "white tiger"—each savage plunge rattling her bones.
"Ghh!" Liu Yixue writhed, voice fraying.
"Your Majesty! Look! The villain pounds me before you! Harder—! I can't endure... his monstrous strength... he's killing me—!"
Xue Ye's eyelids fluttered weakly.
Blurred vision showed his empress—naked, impaled, a man's shadow pounding her from behind. Her cries of "pain" echoed as he sank into darkness.
Tang Yin growled against her neck: "Your wife's cunt is drenched, Emperor... I can't stop fucking her!"
Splurt!
Xue Ye vomited blood, collapsing completely.
Tang Yuehua watched from the doorway, equal parts scandalized and aroused.
SPLOOSH!
Torrents of life essence erupted—bullet after bullet pounding Liu Yixue's depths.
"Hnng—!"
She convulsed, torn between agony and ecstasy—until bliss overrode pain.
Thud.
She crumpled to the floor, gulping air, thighs glistening.
Tang Yuehua's eyes burned with envy. I want that.
Tang Yin turned, dripping. "Aunt Yuehua... meet me tonight at Blue Tyrant Academy's back mountain. President Liu has an urgent matter to discuss."
"Yes." Her reply was instant.