"Teacher Ah Yin, are we really letting Tang Yin do this?"
Outside the tent, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't hold back her question the moment they stepped out.
She couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong. Deep down, she didn't want her man to be intimate with a woman they'd just rescued. She knew exactly what would happen, and the thought stirred a quiet jealousy within her.
Ah Yin understood Zhu Zhuqing was her adopted son's lover and the reason for her unease. Softly, she reassured her:
"Saving a life outweighs all else. Though his method isn't ideal, it's the only way. Zhuqing, if you're worried, go inside and watch over Tang Yin. Make sure he only heals her—nothing more."
Zhu Zhuqing gasped. "C-Can I really do that?"
Ah Yin nodded firmly. "Of course. Erlong and I will guard the entrance. If Tang Yin steps out of line, stop him. Right, Erlong?" She glanced at Liu Erlong and winked.
Liu Erlong had no choice but to agree. "Yes. Saving her is vital, but so are boundaries. Go in now if you wish, or take a moment to decide. Ah Yin and I will keep watch."
With that, Ah Yin and Liu Erlong walked toward the stream, leaving Zhu Zhuqing alone outside the tent. She hesitated, torn between entering or waiting.
Inside the tent:
Tang Yin gazed at Bibi Dong's unconscious form. His hand drifted to her flawless cheek, savoring its silken smoothness.
To think I'd find the Pope herself in Star Dou Forest... helpless and needing my salvation.
As his weapon plunged into her to purge the poison, he wondered—would her body instinctively arch to meet him, craving ecstasy?
After all, Bibi Dong hadn't inhaled just one Lust-Ape's pheromones—she'd absorbed an entire tribe's worth. That toxic brew simmered inside her, and when it erupted…
She'll lose all control. She'll beg for my essence.
A minute or two remained before the pheromones took full hold.
Tang Yin's fingers trailed from Bibi Dong's jawline down her neck, worshipping the papal beauty's allure.
"Mm…"
A soft moan escaped Bibi Dong. Each stroke of his hand ignited her skin, stirring the dormant heat within.
"So hot… It hurts…"
Riiip.
Driven by primal need, she clawed at her robes, baring swathes of alabaster skin. Her wounds had nearly healed, leaving only temptation.
Tang Yin pushed the fabric aside, revealing her body in full—a vision of curves and hunger. His eyes burned crimson as he devoured every detail:
Her elegant bun, luminous face, ruby-drop earrings, painted lips, swan-like neck, the swell of breasts constrained by violet silk, the sinuous waist, rounded hips, endless legs sheathed in sheer stockings, and finally, milk-white heels.
He'd glimpsed her during treatment, but now—up close, unrestrained—she was magnificent.
Bibi Dong exuded the allure of a mature woman, the grace of nobility, and the polish of authority. Tang Yin lingered on her face and heels, desire raw in his gaze.
His eyes traced her slender waist—taut, smooth, a curve of pure feminine power—then lower, to hips ripe as peaches and legs sculpted for sin.
A ragged breath escaped him. He seized her hand, kissing her cheek, then her throat.
His touch and kisses awoke something feral in Bibi Dong. Even unconscious, her body arched, craving more. Emptiness vanished, replaced by liquid fire.
Tang Yin drowned in her silken skin. His kisses grew feverish—uncontrollable.
One arm locked around her waist, the other pressed to her taut stomach, he captured her mouth.
Her lips were petal-soft, parting like a flower begging to be plundered.
Bibi Dong's arms snapped around him. She kissed back—hard—starved and furious.
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