A sudden jolt of electric pleasure shot through his cock, and the urge to ejaculate—which had briefly subsided—surged back with renewed intensity. His glans felt like a valve pushed to its limit, throbbing with a stinging, tingling sensation; it felt as though thick strands were being pulled from within as he unleashed a massive gush of semen, flooding her passage until it was a sloppy, slick mess of fluids.
Sensing something was terribly wrong, Tang Lin roared, "Bitch, what did you do?"
His strength was draining away rapidly, making it nearly impossible to break free. The jade-like legs and arms wrapping around him—while not immovable like steel clamps—transmitted a biting, sinister chill through every point of skin-to-skin contact.
His limbs grew increasingly weak. Seized by a mix of shock, rage, and terror, Tang Lin realized he couldn't let this continue. He steeled himself and stopped retreating, sinking into a stable horse stance. He then firmly cupped Jiang Yingji's buttocks, his fingers digging deep into the soft, bouncy flesh—sinking in as if into fresh snow—and used his strength to forcefully pry her cheeks apart. The flesh of her buttocks was incredibly soft and smooth—delicate as fresh tofu or the creamy skin atop boiled milk; one's fingers struggled to find a firm grip, requiring the leverage of her hips sinking down and her hands parting the voluptuous mounds to fully reveal their snowy, massive, and full contours.
The small blossom between those lush, fleshy cheeks was spread wide—a tiny, exquisite dimple with intricate, faint markings. Yet, time had left its mark; compared to Xuetang and Yutang, the hue of her anus was slightly deeper—a shade between rosy pink and dark crimson, like a soft, tender pink infused with a hint of subtle brown.
Set against the flawless, porcelain-smooth whiteness of her snowy buttocks, this detail lent her an air of mature allure.
Tang Lin, of course, had no leisure to admire the view. Fighting to save himself, he summoned all his strength; arching his back and bracing his legs in a powerful stance, he began to thrust his massive, thick cock with frenzied intensity. The shaft—thick as a child's arm—plunged in and out between her plump, slick labia, driving hard amidst the wet, squelching sounds of their union.
*Slap, slap, slap...*
"Nngh... ah... ah... ah-nngh!"
Jiang Yingji was driven to tears by the pounding. Her toes curled tightly around his broad waist, and her body was forced to arch backward; she swayed wildly under the impact, her huge, heaving breasts bouncing vigorously between their chests—surging like lively creatures, their tips repeatedly grazing Tang Lin's torso in a spectacular, breathtaking display of heaving flesh.
"Ah, ah, ah...!"
Suddenly, her shapely body shuddered, and her ample buttocks couldn't help but sway and quiver; accompanied by Jiang Yingji's sharp cry, her slit contracted tightly, and a clear spurt of fluid suddenly erupted from beneath her clitoris. Under the relentless thrusting, the liquid splashed outward from beneath her hips, scattering in a spray that rained down onto the floor.
Her alluring anus contracted tightly, while Tang Lin's entire body trembled violently; his scrotum, previously distended, now spasmed incessantly, making him look like a deflated ball.
It might have been an illusion, but Tang Lin's entire frame seemed to shrink slightly.
After remaining locked in this position for a dozen seconds, thick streams of semen overflowed from the filled pussy, dripping steadily onto the floor.
Tang Lin collapsed backward into a sitting position without uttering a single sound.
Only the sounds of her sweet, breathless gasps lingered in the room...
...
An unknown amount of time passed.
The sound of panting gradually subsided. Jiang Yingji lay on the floor with her legs spread wide in an "M" shape; her fair, shapely thighs—smooth, supple, and incredibly alluring—pressed against Tang Lin's own, causing the flesh to yield slightly and appear even fuller and more voluptuous.
The dark, thick cock remained embedded between her plump labia, though it had lost its engorged redness and returned to its flaccid state.
Jiang Yingji gently tucked a lock of damp hair behind her ear. Her bosom heaved, her full, soft breasts quivering rhythmically, while beads of sweat rolled down her graceful curves. Clearly exhausted from the intense exertion, her body felt limp and weary; she simply lay there catching her breath, too spent to even attend to the cock still lodged inside her honeyed depths. She gazed down at Tang Lin, who lay on the ground with his eyes tightly shut; a complex mix of delight, excitement, and even anticipation flickered across her lovely face.
She knew full well that she hadn't defeated Tang Lin single-handedly. When his behavior shifted abruptly—transforming from frenzied aggression into a tender, soothing caress—the sensation of his lips and tongue, though belonging to another man, felt achingly familiar. That profound, unspoken bond forged between husband and wife through life-and-death trials told her instantly: her husband had returned.
It was as if he had "come back to life" through Tang Lin's body; amidst their lingering, passionate kiss, their eyes met, and she saw—without a doubt—her husband's gaze.
Yet, he could not communicate with her. Having "awakened" within another man's body, he seemed driven by a singular, lingering obsession; while she could feel his intense love in the intertwining of their lips and tongues, he was unable to exchange even a single word.
But that was enough.
The rapport between husband and wife was extraordinary, especially during moments of intimacy; every movement conveyed meaning. In the past, she had been able to respond perfectly to his kisses and caresses even while she was asleep.
Who would have imagined that her husband—a hero of unparalleled renown—loved to part his sleeping wife's thighs, gently yet insistently nuzzling her plump, tender labia, and teasing the tiny, delicate petals hidden within the honeyed cleft...
Countless moments of intimate harmony meant she understood his intentions without a single word being spoken.
As they moved in perfect sync, the obsession driving Li Zhiyu guided the "Pure Yang Essence" within Tang Lin—that essence, derived from the Pure Yang bone marrow, acted as a physical component that merged with the lingering "Will" remaining in this space, forming the true, complete Pure Yang Essence. Jiang Yingji gently caressed her lower abdomen, feeling a tingling warmth spreading within; she knew it was her husband's final gift—"Mmm..."