In front, Ying Long was causing a drunken ruckus, while behind, Qiao San had collapsed. The female demoness found herself unable to even turn around. Just as she tried to push the two men away, she inadvertently twisted her voluptuous hips and brushed against something hot and hard.
“Ahh!” The beautiful woman shuddered, her heart tightening instantly. Unbidden, memories flooded her mind—particularly the moment in the Xuan Feng Cauldron when the “red clouds” faded, and Qiao San was thrusting deeply into her…
Anger quickly transformed into shyness. Her eyes misted over with emotion, and she thought to herself: *Alright, Qiao brother is just drunk. He didn’t mean to be forward. I’ll let him lean on me a bit, but that’s all—nothing more.*
“Big Sister Mei, you’re so good, so good…”
Drunk and disoriented, Qiao San kept grinding against her lush curves before collapsing onto her back, limbs going limp.
“Fight! Let’s fight again!” Ying Long’s eyes were glazed with intoxication, and without hesitation, he began swinging wildly at the figure in front of him. Luckily, his drunkenness had dulled his magical powers, so he couldn’t really harm the female demoness.
“Ugh!” She skillfully blocked Ying Long’s drunken attacks, but couldn’t suppress a series of soft moans. Qiao San was also acting wild—just in a different kind of drunken frenzy.
Blind and unable to think clearly, his instincts remained sharp. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing hotly against her ear. His burning desire pressed through his clothes, forming a noticeable bulge that continuously rubbed and bumped against her beautiful backside.
In a moment of accidental contact, his rigid manhood slipped between her buttocks. Lost in drunken passion, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed forward, forcing himself inside.
“Ahh…”
The wave of pleasure sent the man into ecstasy, while the woman nearly lost her soul.
Though still clothed, the female demoness broke into a cold sweat. Qiao San’s embarrassing member seemed to have eyes of its own, pressing directly against her secret pearl. As the man mindlessly ground against her, she could even feel her outer lips being forced open.
“Oh no, how could this happen?! No, no, stop!” Her heart jolted with guilt. As a married woman, she was suddenly filled with anger.
“Big Sister, Big Sister… I miss you so much! Mmm…”
Qiao San suddenly whispered into her ear, his voice thick with emotion. At first, he still knew who he was holding, but the scent of this mature woman awakened memories of Qing Niang. Overcome with longing, his mind blurred, and he mistook the woman in his arms for his beloved.
“Ah, brother…” The demoness had no idea Qiao San was calling her someone else. Her husband was right there, yet Qiao San dared to call her with such passion—how could this not fill the young wife with both shame and fury? At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, savoring the unfamiliar thrill.
“Sigh…” Her thoughts and boundaries shifted once again. Emotion was a woman’s natural weakness, and the wine had also clouded the beautiful female spirit’s mind. With a complex, helpless sigh, her upper body tried to pull away, while her lower body unconsciously leaned back in response.
“Ooh!”
That gentle thrust was like lightning striking fire, igniting Qiao San’s passion. His arms tightened around her, eager to repay her response with burning affection.
Instinctively sensing the danger, the tall demoness tried to vanish into mist—but too late. Her pearl was struck with a sharp sensation, and she lost her strength. Her body softened and sank down, almost as if she were deliberately pressing her secret entrance onto his hardness.
In his drunken haze, Qiao San felt a warm, soft resistance part and then tighten around the tip of his desire. The exquisite tightness sent his ten-yang body into another powerful upward thrust. The two layers of clothing were useless; to both of them, it felt as if his manhood was rubbing directly against her entrance.
“Ugh!” The demoness clenched her teeth to suppress a cry. His hardness had actually pushed past the clothing and into her folds, causing her womanhood to open and release a flood of warmth. Her undergarments were soaked, drenched by her own desire.
“No! Stop! This must go no further!”
Her heart screamed in protest, yet fiery pleasure burned between her thighs. Her body’s involuntary movements mirrored her conflicted emotions—wanting to resist, yet drawn to the pleasure.
Qiao San could no longer hear her thoughts. He only knew to hold his “big sister” tightly and move his hips back and forth, thrusting as if in real lovemaking…
Desire was rapidly overtaking reason. Mad with passion, Qiao San wanted to press her down and truly indulge in her body. But the demoness finally struggled with all her might. She neither fell to the ground nor managed to escape.
The two stood locked together. From a distance, it looked as if they were making love in the rear-entry position—the very position most vividly remembered by Qiao San and Qing Niang.
Lost in desire, the drunk man believed even more strongly that it was his beloved “big sister” in his arms, just like that day at the Dragon Mother Temple. He tightened his arms around her, trapping her body, and began thrusting and grinding against her pearl with relentless force, pressing down hard and twisting deeply, as if trying to squeeze every last drop of honey from her secret garden.
The demoness was shaken and confused, forgetting her magical powers entirely. She turned to her husband for help, but when she looked up, she saw Ying Long locked in a drunken battle with a stone pillar.
“Ahh!” Just as disappointment struck, the man’s long, thick shaft grazed her sensitive pearl again. The electric pleasure sent her hips sinking downward once more, and another inch of her undergarment was pushed into her folds.
“Thud!” Finally, Qiao San gave a powerful upward thrust, sending her lurching forward—only to be caught and pulled down by him. Together, they fell onto the thick carpet inside the demoness’s cave.
The ecstasy unfolded shamelessly. The drunkard ignored her pleas and, with a forceful tug, tore her peony-patterned dress into rags. Her full, proud breasts sprang free, trembling beneath his burning gaze.
“Qiao brother… no… wake up… I’m your Big Sister Mei… Ah!”
The demoness, lying on the ground, barely managed to reach back and grab the burning shaft in her hand. The sensation nearly made her soul flee her body.
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