After Snow Night Emperor and Liu Yixue departed, only Tang Yin and his aunt Tang Yuehua remained on the fifth floor of Moon Pavilion.
Tang Yin sat sipping tea brewed by his aunt, savoring its delicate fragrance.
Tang Yuehua watched her mischievous nephew's contented expression, her heart fluttering with nervous anticipation about their rendezvous that night in the back mountains of Liu Erlong's Blue Tyrant Academy. She had no idea what stimulating things might happen… or whether Tang Yin would surpass even the debauchery of her dreams. Would he force her into roleplay again?
"Auntie," Tang Yin smiled, "thinking about tonight? Relax—we'll just do some fun little things. Nothing more."
Tang Yuehua shot him a skeptical glare. She'd be a fool to believe him, yet refusing was impossible.
"It's still early," Tang Yin suggested, pulling her toward the bedroom. "Let's practice so we're not clumsy tonight." His idea of "practice" was decidedly not innocent.
He then waved his hand, conjuring lingerie—pink, purple, black, and white lace—all sheer and provocative.
"Wear these tonight at the mountains," he urged.
Tang Yuehua's face flushed crimson. When did he acquire these? And so many! She glared, torn between indignation and curiosity.
"Don't pretend," Tang Yin teased. "I know you're secretly wild. No one will see them under your robes."
As she reluctantly picked up a black set, he added, "Hurry and model them for me."
Meanwhile, in Spirit Hall—
Bibi Dong sat on her papal throne, struggling to focus. Visions of last night's dream flooded her mind: Tang Yin's relentless dominance, the waves of ecstasy…
A sudden burning sensation erupted between her legs, spreading through her body. She clenched her jaw, suppressing a moan.
"Guards!" she commanded. "Surveillance on Tang Yuehua, Tang Yin, and Liu Erlong in Heaven Dou City. Maximum discretion."
As the guard departed, the searing heat intensified—a torturous mix of ache and arousal. She rushed to her chambers.
Back in Moon Pavilion—
Tang Yin sensed the activation of his "succubus tattoo"—a mark forged from his spirit toxin and essence, etched onto Bibi Dong during their dream encounter. Two more climaxes, and the purple sigil would solidify above her pubis, binding her to him forever.
"After last night, only two more," he smirked. "Soon you'll be mine to play with, Bibi Dong."
The door opened. Tang Yuehua emerged in black lace: a barely-there bra straining over full breasts, a sheer thong exposing dark curls, and garters framing her thighs.
Tang Yin's throat went dry. "Auntie… you're breathtaking."
Emboldened, Tang Yuehua arched back, legs parted, presenting herself.
"Dear nephew," she whispered, voice thick with desire, "my garden is overgrown… Won't you weed it? Punish it with your rod… until it's satisfied."
Tang Yin knelt, inhaling her scent. "Gladly." As his fingers touched her, she trembled. "You washed with herbs? Such a sweet fragrance…"
Simultaneously, in Bibi Dong's bedchamber—
She examined the violet sigil glowing on her lower abdomen. That bastard Tang Yin! She recalled his taunt in the dream: "You'll be my personal slave, my fucktoy." In her euphoria, she'd agreed.
"A binding vow," she realized, seething. "He branded me."
Rage ignited within her. "Tang Yin… I will make you suffer."
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