"Hiss~"
Liu Yixue's movents made Tang Yin suck in a sharp breath.
Her proactive fervor seed utterly unlike an empress—more like a desperately thirsty woman craving male comfort. Knowing her husband waited just outside, this married woman still threw caution to the wind, sinking her teeth into his massive shaft. The taboo thrill sent waves of excitent through Tang Yin, his blood instantly boiling.
Glancing down at Liu Yixue's rhythmic bobbing, he slowly steadied her head with his hands, preventing her from choking in her eager haste.
"How does it taste, Empress? Delicious? Want to feast on this every day?"
"Ah, right—your husband's outside. Should I fuck you senseless? Carry you by the thighs while pounding you, then parade you past him? Make him watch as I ruin you? Let's see how loud you scream when you peak."
Tang Yin's smirk widened.
The empress shuddered at his words, a perverse thrill coursing through her. She wanted to hear more of his filthy, forbidden promises. If he acted on them... the thought alone electrified her.
Noticing her tremors, Tang Yin grinned darkly. He thrust harder, muscles coiling as he cranked his speed to "150 horsepower," hurling the married empress into uncharted ecstasy.
"Mmph..."
His lightning-fast pistoning drew pained gasps initially, but Liu Yixue soon adapted—then surrendered completely. She craved Tang Yin's monstrous tool. Nothing else mattered now—not her title, not her marriage, not the emperor waiting beyond the door. She'd gladly drown in this pleasure, even if it shattered her mind.
While savoring her mouth's service, Tang Yin extended his spiritual sense beyond the chamber. Through doors and screens, he surveyed the outer room.
Emperor Xueye's lust for Tang Yuehua was no secret—but Tang Yin hadn't expected the withered ruler, body already a flickering candle, to still sche for her as a concubine. Pathetic.
Indeed, Xueye's life force was nearly extinguished: his soul power a dying ember. Once a Soul Sage (or even Soul Douluo), age and neglect had eroded his strength. Add Qian Renxue's poison? The emperor was now a hollow shell.
Unaware of Tang Yin's spiritual probe—or that his empress was being devoured behind him—Xueye noticed nothing.
"Auntie," Tang Yin's voice slithered into Tang Yuehua's mind, "knock the emperor out."
Perfect. With Xueye unconscious, he could unleash his full arsenal—wringing every scream from the empress before "persuading" Tang Yuehua to et Liu Erlong at Blue Tyrant Academy's back hill tonight.
Hearing the command, Tang Yuehua froze mid-pour, casting a stunned glance toward the inner chamber. Was he planning to fuck the empress before her husband? Unthinkable! If Xueye discovered them...
"Yuehua? Is sothing wrong?" Xueye frowned as she stared blankly backward.
"N-Nothing!" She forced calm. "But Your Majesty... I recently acquired rare sandalwood incense. Exceptionally soothing for insomnia. Given your exhaustion... perhaps try it? We can resu tea later?"
Trusting her implicitly, Xueye nodded. "This fatigue clings like rot. Very well—let us test your incense."
"One mont, Your Majesty."
Rising, Tang Yuehua entered the inner chamber—only to freeze at the sight before her.
Tang Yin and the empress were entangled. Shalessly. Knowing Xueye sat ters away, knowing Liu Yixue was the emperor's wife... yet there Tang Yin was, drilling into her while the empress arched begging for more.
Gulp.
Tang Yuehua's throat tightened. Tang Yin's size matched her dreams—and in fantasy, she'd already be on her knees worshiping it. But reality demanded restraint: Xueye waited. She grabbed the sandalwood, but as she turned—
"Thanks, Auntie," Tang Yin's voice purred, hips never slowing. "Just... helping Her Majesty stretch."
A shudder ripped through her. She fled without looking back.
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