Chapter 197: Intense Battle with Four Beauties

Tang Yuehua looked at Ah Yin, still struggling to process everything.

Even if she thought this was her own dream, the mere thought of Ah Yin’s identity and Tang Yin’s identity—and what they were doing now—filled her with shame.

If Second Brother Tang Hao knew his wife Ah Yin was helping Tang Yin like this… and even I, his sister, am helping Tang Yin do these things…

He’d probably die of rage, right?

But what Tang Yuehua didn’t know was that her Second Brother Tang Hao had already been killed by his own son, Tang San, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Had she known, the shock might’ve resurrected him from death.

"Yuehua, come. Let’s serve Tang Yin together and give him pleasure. Later… we’ll enjoy ourselves too."

Seeing Tang Yuehua hesitate, Ah Yin took her hand and placed it on Tang Yin’s spongy tendon rod, guiding her to move it.

After all, this was a dream Tang Yin had created. She could play however she liked. Of course, Tang Yin had told her: Tang Yuehua didn’t know this was his dream—she thought it was her own.

Ah Yin planned to exploit that. Soon, Tang Yuehua would grow accustomed to being pleasured by Tang Yin’s spongy tendon rod.

As Ah Yin guided her hand to stroke Tang Yin’s rod, Tang Yuehua unconsciously began moving it on her own.

"Hah…"

"Yes, just like that, Aunt. A little higher…"

"Mmm, perfect. Keep going."

Tang Yin watched with blissful satisfaction as Ah Yin and Tang Yuehua used their hands and mouths to pleasure him.

The feeling… was incredible.

"By the way, Yuehua," Ah Yin murmured, "does this feel familiar? Exactly like the thing that gave you pleasure last time? Identical, in fact?"

"Truth is… last time I didn’t use Blue Silver Grass to mimic it. I had Tang Yin enter your room… and used his real rod to pleasure you. You must’ve noticed something different, didn’t you?"

Tang Yuehua froze, staring at her in disbelief.

"Th-This is real?!"

Ah Yin nodded firmly. "Of course. Last time, it was Tang Yin’s huge tool that made you scream in ecstasy. Can’t you feel it now? Isn’t its size… just as overwhelming as before?"

Tang Yuehua listened, then experimentally squeezed Tang Yin’s monstrous shaft. To her shock, it felt identical to what had pleasured her before.

This…

It has to be a dream… right?

Yet even as she doubted, her hands moved faster, stroking Tang Yin’s thick pole with newfound fervor.

Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong watched, forcing themselves to look away from Tang Yin. But as they turned, their eyes locked.

Liu Erlong stared at Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong stared back.

Once rivals in love, they were now both women kneeling beneath the same man.

The absurdity sparked a strange sense of kinship between them.

But kinship didn’t erase old grudges.

"Bibi Dong," Liu Erlong sneered, "I never thought I’d see you here. How was it back in Star Dou Forest? Did Tang Yin fuck you senseless?"

"Your moans… I remember them clearly even now."

"Tsk, tsk… You sounded like a wanton slut—nothing like a Pope should."

Bibi Dong’s fists clenched. So Liu Erlong had been there that day.

"Liu Erlong… you’re dead," she hissed.

"Dead? Hah! You’re just an ordinary woman now, Bibi Dong. We’ll see who dies." Liu Erlong strode forward, eyeing Bibi Dong’s naked body. Despite her hatred, she couldn’t deny its perfection—flawless skin, exquisite curves. A perverse urge surged: to embrace Bibi Dong, touch her, then break her.

But then—

Liu Erlong’s body suddenly burned with need. She craved Tang Yin’s touch, his thick cock pounding her into submission.

Bibi Dong felt it too—a relentless, aching emptiness between her legs.

Even Ah Yin and Tang Yuehua whimpered, their bodies flushing hot.

"I-I need it…" Bibi Dong gasped, turning to Tang Yin. Her breath grew ragged, breasts heaving. "Need his… big cock… inside me… now…"

Liu Erlong’s gaze also fixed on Tang Yin—or rather, on the massive shaft between his legs. She stumbled toward him, desperate to grab it and impale herself on it.

Seeing her move, Bibi Dong shoved Liu Erlong aside—She won’t steal him from me!

Liu Erlong caught her wrist. They grappled, clawing at each other until they collapsed before Tang Yin.

Thud—

To Tang Yin’s shock, all four women—Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong, Ah Yin, and Tang Yuehua—surged forward like primal beasts, slamming him to the ground.

They tore at his clothes, fighting to ride his throbbing rod, losing themselves in violent pleasure.

And as the frenzied battle began, Tang Yin, Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, Tang Yuehua, and Ah Yin drowned in an endless sea of ecstasy…

……………………

"Hah… Hah…"

Bibi Dong’s bedchamber.

She woke gasping, drenched in sweat.

As consciousness returned, she felt sticky wetness between her thighs. Lifting her purple nightgown, she found it soaked through—

—Saturated with Tang Yin’s thick life essence and her own juices from his relentless thrusts.

The dream’s final moments flashed through her mind: herself fighting Ah Yin, Tang Yuehua, and Liu Erlong like a rabid animal for Tang Yin’s cock. Humiliation burned her cheeks.

"Tang Yuehua… Liu Erlong… Ah Yin…" she snarled. "You bitches. Just wait—I’ll find you all."

"And Tang Yin…"

The name made her tremble with fury. She finally understood: Tang Yin possessed some sinister spirit skill that dragged her into dreams to violate her.

How?

Even with a god’s inheritance… I couldn’t resist him.

What… what kind of monster is he?