Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sounds of intense combat echoed relentlessly through Tang Yin's room.
As the attacker, Tang Yin wielded a crimson-headed spear with devastating force, unleashing relentless strikes against Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing, pinned beneath him, writhed in apparent agony. Tang Yin's strength was overwhelming—each thrust struck her deepest weak points, the spear's tip tearing through her defenses with brutal penetration. Every impact sent waves of excruciating pain shuddering through her body.
Yet to Xiao Wu, watching nearby, Zhu Zhuqing's suffering seemed like ecstasy.
"Zhu Zhuqing, can you take any more? If not, let me take your place," Xiao Wu offered, her voice trembling with desire. She longed to pull Zhu Zhuqing aside and throw herself onto Tang Yin's weapon, to feel the same "agony" as Zhu Zhuqing's moans filled the air.
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head fiercely, rejecting the offer. "N-No... I can handle it. I can endure more." She was determined to withstand Tang Yin's assault, believing it would make her stronger.
"Zhu Zhuqing," Tang Yin growled, a dark smirk playing on his lips, "should I intensify the rhythm? Three deep thrusts followed by a shallow one... or six deep, three shallow? Different patterns will make you feel more... and strengthen your defenses." Though phrased as a question, his scarlet cannon was already pulsing, shifting into a new tempo.
Zhu Zhuqing tried to reply, but Tang Yin's erratic thrusts—alternating between brutal force and teasing lightness—stole her voice. Her protests dissolved into breathless, broken whimpers.
Xiao Wu watched, entranced by Zhu Zhuqing's tortured expression. She ached to replace her.
The battle between Tang Yin and Zhu Zhuqing grew frenzied. The sounds of their collision echoed off the walls as they rolled from the bed to the sofa, then from the sofa to the doorway, leaving a trail of disarray. Xiao Wu frowned, feeling like an invisible spectator.
Boom!
A thunderous impact shook the room.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flew wide, pupils dilating like saucers. Her face contorted in overwhelming agony as Tang Yin's hips snapped forward, driving his "World-Destroying Divine Spear" to the hilt. The spear's tip pierced her deepest vulnerability with ruthless precision, impaling her to the core.
Her eyes rolled back, whites fully exposed, as a wave of unbearable pleasure-pain crashed over her. With a final shudder, Zhu Zhuqing went limp, utterly defeated.
Xiao Wu stared, swallowing hard at the sight of Tang Yin's glistening, monstrous weapon. Fear flickered in her eyes as she glanced at Zhu Zhuqing's unconscious form, but desire quickly overrode it. Steeling herself, she slid off the bed and approached Tang Yin.
After a moment's hesitation, she turned her back to him, then arched her spine and swayed her hips in blatant invitation. She was determined to join Zhu Zhuqing in oblivion.
Tang Yin eyed Xiao Wu's provocative pose, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Xiao Wu... you want what she had?"
Bent forward, hands braced against the floor, Xiao Wu nodded. "Yes. I want to fight you... until I'm broken and spent."
"Then I'll grant your wish," Tang Yin rasped. "I'll make your soul soar till you collapse."
His "World-Annihilating Spear" surged back to full fury.
Crash!
Tang Yin closed the distance in an instant. His weapon slammed into Xiao Wu from behind, burying itself to the root.
"Ahhh—! S-So deep...!" Xiao Wu cried out, back arched taut. Now she understood Zhu Zhuqing's torment—the pleasure was as violent as it was intoxicating.
"Xiao Wu," Tang Yin taunted, driving into her harder, "you begged to take her place. How does my spear feel now?"
"Ngh! I-It's... incredible!" Xiao Wu gasped, teeth clenched as each thrust rocked her body.
"Good. Now brace yourself," Tang Yin warned. "It's about to get much worse."
He channeled all his strength into his hips, pistoning into her like a jackhammer. The force nearly hurled Xiao Wu across the room—only Tang Yin's iron grip on her hips kept her in place.
"Too much! It's tearing me—!" she sobbed.
"The sofa," Tang Yin commanded. "We'll continue there."
Xiao Wu could only whimper in agreement as he dragged her toward it.
Their bodies crashed together, skin slapping rhythmically amid Xiao Wu's sharp cries. The noise was deafening, carrying clearly to the adjacent room where Liu Erlong and Ah Yin lay in bed, wide awake.
"That little beast," Liu Erlong hissed, clutching her sheets. "He has no restraint!" She knew firsthand the destructive power of Tang Yin's "crimson cannon." Even she struggled to endure it. With Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's slender frames... they'd be unable to walk tomorrow. How would they return home?
"Should we go teach him a lesson?" Ah Yin suggested, though her eyes held a different hunger.
Liu Erlong shook her head vehemently. "No. I still want to be able to stand at dawn."