Guh... guh... eh!!!
Strange yet alluring moans echoed continuously through the room.
Under the combined efforts of Tang Yuehua and her nephew Tang Yin, Bibi Dong was relentlessly ravaged by Tang Yin's monstrous member. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, and Bibi Dong felt as if she were about to explode.
"Bibi Dong, never imagined you'd end up like this, did you?" Tang Yuehua taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "Let me enlighten you—the man pounding you senseless is the adopted son of my second brother, Tang Hao. He's my nephew. How does it feel to be railed by him? Happy? Excited? Overwhelmed? Can't take anymore? Beg for mercy. Beg him to stop."
For the first time, Tang Yuehua reveled in the thrill of being the villain. Assisting Tang Yin in defiling Bibi Dong—the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the most powerful woman on the Douluo Continent—was intoxicating. Though this was a dream, the vividness made Tang Yuehuo feel as if it were real, fueling her desire to exact revenge for past humiliations.
Of course, Tang Yin needed no help overpowering Bibi Dong. Yet Tang Yuehua's involvement ignited a perverse excitement in him, spurring him to violate Bibi Dong with even greater ferocity.
"Tang... Yuehua... just wait," Bibi Dong gasped between moans, her body betraying her as pleasure surged under Tang Yin's assault and Tang Yuehua's goading. "This... is just a dream. I know you're in Heaven Dou City... When I wake... I'll find you... make you beg for death..."
Enraged by the threat, Tang Yuehua drew her hand back and delivered a sharp slap to Bibi Dong's bare ass.
SMACK!
The crisp sound rang out.
A searing pain shot through Bibi Dong, but to her horror, it mingled with a twisted pleasure. 'How could I... enjoy this? No! I mustn't... can't let this bitch's touch arouse me!' She screamed inwardly, struggling to resist the shameful ecstasy.
Noticing Bibi Dong's conflicted expression, Tang Yuehua sneered. "Who knew the mighty Pope had such filthy tastes? Does it hurt? Or does it feel good? Beg me. Beg me to hit you harder—make you scream, make you cum until you pass out."
The words reminded Tang Yuehua of how Ah Yin had once reduced her to a trembling wreck. Now, roles reversed, the power over Bibi Dong sent a thrill down her spine. She craved more—more pain, more degradation.
Bibi Dong bit her lip, refusing to give Tang Yuehua the satisfaction.
"Tang Yin!" Tang Yuehua commanded. "Fuck her harder! Make this bitch black out! Then... I'll reward you."
Lost in the dream's illusion, Tang Yuehua spoke without restraint. But Tang Yin froze, turning to his aunt with a predatory grin.
"Auntie, did you just offer me... a reward?"
Tang Yuehua faltered. She was his aunt! How could she proposition him? Then it struck her: This is my dream. No one will ever know.
Gathering her resolve, she met his gaze boldly. "Yes. Once Bibi Dong collapses, I'll give you pleasure you've never known."
Revenge consumed her. For Bibi Dong's crimes against her family, she'd cross any line.
SMACK! Another slap landed on Bibi Dong's skin. "Today, I'll show you true suffering, Bibi Dong!"
But Tang Yin didn't resume his assault. Instead, he released Bibi Dong and eyed Tang Yuehua hungrily.
"Auntie, if you want revenge, you should punish her. Show the Spirit Hall Pope who's stronger. Then... I'll take over."
Tang Yuehua hesitated. Facing the Pope terrified her—until she remembered: This is my domain.
She lunged at Bibi Dong, but Bibi Dong twisted free and seized her wrist. Tang Yin's sudden withdrawal had given her an opening.
With a snarl, Bibi Dong tried to strike back, but her weakened body moved sluggishly. Tang Yuehua caught her arm, and the two women grappled—clawing, tearing clothes, slapping flesh.
Tang Yin watched, his arousal burning hotter with every desperate, primal move they made.