Time seemed to grow heavy and slow in this moment, the air hotter than flames. Closer, even closer, ever closer… The bare bodies of mother and son were about to cross the boundaries of propriety!
The soft, undulating waves of her breasts trembled with each movement. Qiao San’s heart pounded violently, causing her nipples to quiver. Though they had only brushed against each other for a few inches, the rosy areolas had already doubled in size, and the two glistening tips swelled beautifully.
“Uh!”
At last, the long-awaited moment arrived—the first touch. Shuling’s protruding nipple met Qiao San’s chest. In an instant, it felt as though lightning had struck between their bare bodies. The beautiful woman gasped in shock, instinctively recoiling in panic, her alluring charm instantly shattered.
The first contact sent Shuling back to her original form. Facing her naked son, especially his large, reddened manhood, the dignified and graceful lady of the house dared not even glance at it again.
Oh no, what was she to do now?! Her son was becoming more and more dangerous!
A thousand conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind like a raging battle between heaven and earth. Qiao San found herself once again caught in torment and inner struggle.
Her mature, exquisite body wavered in hesitation. Society crushed her courage, reality gave her no choice, and yet a flicker of desire quietly—grew ever stronger.
In a daze, Qiao San glimpsed Shuling’s memories and found herself back in the inn. She saw herself gripping her master’s manhood, slowly inserting it into the Twelve White Tiger’s sacred treasure…
“Ah!”
The space of her memory exploded suddenly, and an extraordinary transformation occurred.
Her vision blurred, and to her astonishment, she saw another version of herself—an alluring, seductive Qiao San. The enchanting beauty smiled tenderly, then bent forward and lay atop Qiao San’s son. Her full, soft breasts pressed heavily against the man’s chest, the swelling waves of her bosom surging back and forth.
“Boom!”
Another bolt of lightning struck the dignified beauty’s soul. How could she accept this version of herself? Just as she tried to protest, her very soul trembled again—and yet another “Qiao San” split forth.
This one was bold and seductive. Her graceful body twirled in midair and landed with elegance. Her soft, delicate hands landed precisely…
“This… Good heavens, what is happening?!”
The refined lady could hardly believe her eyes. She desperately wanted to call it an illusion, but the other two “selves” stirred up real sensations. Even the sounds of their intimate movements were clearly audible.
A sudden realization from the Ghost Sutra entered Qiao San’s mind. In an instant, she felt both shocked and delighted, yet utterly bewildered.
She had never imagined that the Ghost Sutra would reach its peak at such a moment, allowing her three souls and seven spirits to each develop independently. In other words, from this point on, her main form would possess more than triple her former spiritual power.
Of course, gaining immense power was a blessing. Yet, staring at the two other real “selves,” the refined and elegant original Qiao San felt her heart in turmoil, unsure of how to proceed.
As the refined Qiao San attempted to recall her two manifestations, her mind split again. Prepared for this, she silently sighed in resignation. Her beautiful, helpless gaze turned to look.
Sure enough, a third “herself” emerged. This one resembled Shuling even more—gracefully ethereal, her eyes shimmering with a transcendent glow.
The dignified Qiao San clung to this new arrival like a lifeline, urgently pleading, “Quickly, stop them! This cannot go on!”
The drifting, ethereal Qiao San was not as seductive as the previous two. She smiled gently and met the original’s gaze with elegant calm. But her words sent the refined Qiao San’s heart plummeting.
“Do you really want to stop them? In truth, we are you, and you are us. Let go, come join us. Our son needs us!”
Before the ethereal Qiao San had even finished speaking, she joined the fray. Her fragrant lips gently kissed Qiao San’s son’s mouth, and her nimble tongue soon coaxed his out.
The original Qiao San had not expected such an outcome. She stood there, stunned, watching the three “selves” intimately entwined with her son, their passion intensifying.
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“Uh!” Seeing this, the original Qiao San involuntarily trembled, her body shuddering.
“You should join us too. Our son still needs you to awaken him.”
The drifting Qiao San continued kissing Qiao San’s son passionately, her tongue entwining in his mouth, yet her voice clearly reached the original’s ears.
The original Qiao San shuddered, a holy radiance emanating from her body. The more passionately the other three “selves” engaged, the more guilt and panic she felt deep inside. Subconsciously, she feared facing these three versions of herself.
Hmm, so I too desire my son… No, I mustn’t be so lustful. How could I ever…
Suddenly, the three transformed beauties gestured toward the original simultaneously. Three beams of Ghost Sutra light converged, pulling Qiao San’s body forward involuntarily.
The pure, original Qiao San was terrified, her face paling. Her spiritual power surged, yet she found herself powerless to resist. Whether she could not or simply did not want to fight back, she could not tell.
“No! Stop this, please stop!”
The seductive manifestation coiled around her like a snake, whispering teasingly in her ear, “Hehe… Come, for our son, unite with him quickly. Oh… It feels like heaven and earth are one!”
The flirtatious one floated closer, her fragrant bosom, still carrying the scent of Qiao San’s son, pressing into the refined lady’s vision. “Hehe… Have you forgotten? You were almost his wife once. Forget everything and just enjoy.”
These words from the two manifestations echoed directly in Qiao San’s soul. The dignified, virtuous lady had never hated herself more. If there were a way to destroy all her Ghost Sutra powers, she would not hesitate for a moment.
“Hmph, you are not me, not at all! I am my son’s mother. You are merely demons of my heart—vanish at once!”
As the original beauty was caught between shock and fury, the drifting form finally arrived. With a gentle motion, the seductive and flirtatious forms stepped aside. The serene, ethereal “Qiao San” reached out her hand toward the original.
“Touch me. Feel us. Are we truly demons of your heart, or are we your—deepest wishes?”
Seeing the original Qiao San’s trembling eyes avoiding her, the drifting form spoke with deep emotion, “Regardless of what you believe, our son is in grave danger. Come, only by uniting with you can he turn the tide and avenge himself. Show that Queen Mother what we’re made of.”
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