“Ahh, you lecherous villain! You’ll die a terrible death! Even as a ghost, this empress will never let you go! Ahhh…”
Utmost humiliation transformed into boundless terror. The Empress’s maternal instincts surged within her as she thought of her daughter watching nearby. Unable to bear it any longer, she steeled her heart and rushed toward the flames, seeking release through death.
The Empress wished to preserve her dignity, but the rogue gave her no chance. Effortlessly, he yanked the beautiful woman back from the fire, her crawling and rolling motions abruptly halted. The rogue’s blood-red mark between his brows flared with power as he stared down the Empress, saying coldly, “Let me tell you this— even as a ghost, if I feel like it, I can still ravage your soul!”
Qiao San’s cruelty finally shattered the Empress’s confidence. Paralyzed by silent terror, she shrank back, sobbing, “You… you vile scoundrel, what do you want from me?”
The rogue’s gaze softened instantly from one of brutality to tenderness. As he squeezed the beautiful woman’s breasts with his arms, he spoke in a strange tone, “I don’t want much. I just want to play a little game with Your Majesty.”
The rogue exchanged a knowing glance with the fox girl. Immediately, their movements shifted dramatically.
His fingers no longer ruthlessly invaded forbidden zones. Instead, he began overlapping the half-conscious figures of Beigong Zhen and the Empress, caressing the young girl while simultaneously touching the same areas on the older woman’s body.
With both hands moving in perfect synchrony, the rogue deliberately used his actions to remind both mother and daughter of their shared torment.
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“Haha… Your Majesty, you scream isn’t nearly as sweet as Zhen’er’s. Let’s try again—”
Psychological torment proved far more powerful than physical violation. Watching her once strong-willed daughter squirm and yield in the rogue’s arms, the Empress’s mind began to shift.
If even Zhen had reached this state, and she herself lacked her daughter’s strength of will, then surely her own inner stirrings were only “natural.” Mmm, resisting was so hard… Zhen looked so happy. Since escape was impossible anyway, perhaps…
At this thought, the Empress couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together. A tingling sensation like fire shot straight into her heart.
At that moment, Shi’er passionately embraced the Empress. In her daze, the royal beauty instinctively wrapped her arms around the little fox spirit. The two women twisted together wildly, and soon after, the lust-drunk Beigong Zhen threw herself into their embrace.
“Haa…” Before the Empress could even finish moaning in surrender, Qiao San was already breathless with excitement. Watching women pleasuring each other before his eyes—especially a mother and daughter—was an indescribably thrilling sight.
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Lustful sounds pierced their very souls. In a daze, the Empress’s mind drifted back to that day in the prison cell. Her eyes moistened as she imagined a thick, hard shaft instantly impaling her.
The torment continued, the game escalating…
Shu Ling remained the calmest of all. Somehow, she still managed to fly before the Dragon Mother, respectfully reminding her, “Your Majesty, time is running out. Please urge the master to hurry.”
The Dragon Mother looked up just in time to see the Empress’s honeyed passage once again separate from the rogue’s virile shaft.
Her heart constricted painfully, as if tied in a thousand knots. The peerless beauty of the heavenly realm quickly steadied her wavering soul.
Glancing between the Jiutian Xuanhuo Pill and the rogue’s erect manhood, the Dragon Mother could endure no longer. She leapt onto a ghostly cloud, clearly displeased, and snapped, “Bold San, if you want to live, hurry up!”
As she spoke, the Dragon Mother placed her jade hand on the Empress’s fragrant shoulder, pressing down firmly, forcing the Empress’s noble body lower.
“Ahh… No, please don’t…” The Empress still struggled. Though she knew escape was inevitable, her legs and spirit hadn’t completely given in, and she still clung desperately to a shred of dignity.
“Your Majesty, we cannot delay!” The Dragon Mother’s voice was firm, but her hand hesitated slightly as she felt something slick and sticky beneath her palm—none other than the rogue’s essence!
With urgency mounting, the Dragon Mother—a ruthless figure across all realms—steeled her heart and pressed down hard, ignoring the slickness of the man’s most lewd liquid, forcing the Empress lower.
A heavy thud sent waves of desire surging. The Empress’s pleas still echoed like a sob, but her honeyed depths had already completely sheathed the rogue’s manhood.
“Ooooh…” A wave of satisfaction surged from their union, flooding into Qiao San’s soul and instantly rippling through the Empress’s heart.
After pressing down, the Dragon Mother intended to withdraw immediately. Unexpectedly, both the Empress and the rogue remained frozen in place, their gazes filled with a strange resentment aimed at her.
Though experienced in countless matters, the Dragon Mother knew little of the pleasures between men and women. Not wanting to waste time, she hardened her heart again, embracing the Empress’s body and once more touching the man’s essence. Her tense jade hand lifted sharply.
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The heavy impact answered her, and just as the Empress’s body was about to fully separate from the shaft, the Dragon Mother’s arms encircling her suddenly pressed down again, forcefully driving the Empress’s noble form back onto the man’s hardness.
Perhaps her heart was too anxious, or perhaps the rogue’s essence made everything too slippery—her jade hand slid downward from the Empress’s shoulder to her elbow.
The Empress felt her heart leap as if the shaft had pierced straight into her soul. Before she could even scream from the impact, the Dragon Mother lifted her hand again, sliding from the Empress’s elbow back to her fragrant shoulder.
“Ooooh…” The Empress cried out in shame and excitement. The rogue, however, held nothing back. With a long, pleasurable moan, he finally thrust upward, his shaft chasing the honeyed depths and plunging in deeply.
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Screams and moans intertwined chaotically. Qiao San buried his face in the beauty, sucking frantically, continuously, while his hands wildly roamed—sometimes caressing Shi’er’s body, sometimes stroking the Empress’s thighs, and occasionally “accidentally” brushing against the Dragon Mother’s jade hand.
“Hmph!” A strange, sharp snort escaped the Dragon Mother’s nose. The moment her hand was grasped by the rogue’s slick palm, her heart constricted painfully. A flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes, accompanied by a barely perceptible hint of panic.
“Your Majesty, push harder! Princess Shi’er’s milk is about to flow! Hurry—there’s no time left!”
Shu Ling crouched beside the women like a supervisor, reminding them all—especially the Dragon Mother.
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