Suddenly, Tang Lin—beneath her—twitched slightly. Jiang Yingji gasped as she felt the cock inside her slowly regaining its hardness.
She knew time was running out. Although the "Pure Yang Essence" had been stripped away, Tang Lin was not yet free of danger; in fact, he remained connected to this space. Immense power still lingered here, no longer held in check by the restraining force of an obsession.
This vast energy threatened to cause Tang Lin to explode from within in a very short time!
Given Tang Lin's aptitude, how could he possibly withstand the power belonging to a "Taboo-level" entity? In truth, Li Zhiyu's obsession had been the guiding force all along; without it, Tang Lin would have long since turned into a human bomb ready to detonate at any moment.
If he were to fully awaken now, Tang Lin would likely lose his consciousness forever, transforming into nothing more than a wild beast. "Mmm... ah..."
Jiang Yingji let out a soft, sultry moan. The cock inside her grew hotter; the small portion visible outside turned a deep, flushed red, with bulging veins crisscrossing its surface like a spiderweb, causing it to swell noticeably in girth.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably. She felt an intense sensation of stretching and searing heat deep within her sex, where even the ridges of the cock's bulging veins felt incredibly distinct against her sensitive flesh.
Bracing her arms against Tang Lin's body, she slowly lifted her ample hips. As she moved, the engorged veins of the cock scraped against her inner folds—a sensation so searingly hot and electrifyingly pleasurable that her legs nearly gave way, almost causing her to collapse back down onto him. Her raised buttocks were round and voluminous; the two cheeks, stretched taut, glowed with a tender, flushed sheen. From between her fully parted labia majora, the shaft—veined and patterned with serpentine green markings—slid out like a crimson longsword being drawn from its scabbard, while thick, viscous white fluids gushed forth with a wet, squelching sound.
As the shaft withdrew, the ridges of its veins scraped away the creamy white paste, leaving long, smeared trails behind.
When the glans emerged, the labia stretched open a fraction wider, forming a glistening, thin ring of flesh; the tender, flushed inner walls of the pussy were pulled outward by the flaring crown of the glans, revealing a buildup of creamy white residue beneath the ridge.
As the massive glans fully withdrew, the cock snapped back against Tang Lin's lower abdomen with a wet *thwack*, leaving a slick, moist imprint before rising proudly erect once more.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Jiang Yingji sank down, her strength nearly spent; glancing back at the incredibly thick cock resting between her thighs, a dazed, dreamy look crossed her lovely face.
Yet, she knew she had to restrain Tang Lin. Her energy was depleted; if she failed to subdue him now, the consequences upon his awakening would be unthinkable.
She extended a slender, jade-like finger to touch Tang Lin's forehead, intending to place him under her control, when a figure silently appeared behind her and placed a hand upon her smooth, rounded shoulder.
A chilling aura instantly spread from her shoulder throughout her entire body.
"Ah..."
Jiang Yingji let out a soft moan as her body slowly slumped backward.
The figure behind her revealed its true form—it was Luo Ming. Yet, that face bore an expression of profound gravity. As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's inner self; even with a youthful visage, if the soul within belongs to an ancient monster who has lived for untold ages, the countenance naturally takes on a sinister, seasoned air.
"It worked!"
Gazing at the sprawled, naked form of the Queen of the Demon City, Luo Ming—or rather, the old servant Zhang Zichen—could not suppress a look of excitement; he had waited far too long for this moment.
He had originally intended to possess Xiang Anping, but the young man harbored too many anomalies, and his growth had far exceeded expectations.
Realizing that possessing Xiang Anping required a more long-term strategy, he had prudently secured a backup plan: Luo Ming, whom he had stumbled upon by chance and deemed a suitable vessel. Luo Ming's sudden disappearance from the world was, in fact, due to the old servant hiding him away in Black Street.
The old servant was immensely grateful for that foresight; otherwise, how could he have positioned himself to play the role of the "mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind"?
After feigning defeat, he had activated this contingency plan. Of course, he had not fully possessed Luo Ming's body; the vegetative state prepared by the Queen of the Demon City, combined with the restraints of the "Spirit-Driving Art," created a virtually inescapable prison.
Even he could only project a tiny fragment of his soul and consciousness into it.
Yet, for an external avatar, that sufficed. Using a secret technique, the old servant erased Luo Ming's consciousness, reducing the body to a mindless, walking shell.
He then infused it with a sliver of his own soul, thereby gaining control over Luo Ming.
The outcome of this "oriole" maneuver delighted the old servant beyond measure. He had been secretly observing the entire time, and when a terrifying, hair-raising aura erupted from Tang Lin, he had nearly fled in panic.
And yet, Li Zhiyu was undeniably, thoroughly dead. This space, forged from an obsession, was proof enough; suppressing his fear, he continued to observe until he finally grasped the underlying mechanism.
Li Zhiyu had indeed perished; this space was the graveyard where his consciousness had fallen—or, in other words, a materialization of his memories.
Yet, a lingering obsession remained. As power flowed into Tang Lin's body, that obsession awakened within him as well.
Utilizing Tang Lin's body, it gathered the residual "Essence of Will" from the space and—through a seamless, tacit coordination with Jiang Yingji—channeled it into her.
Only Jiang Yingji, as the "Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens," could contain the true Source of Pure Yang.
Had he engaged in dual cultivation with Jiang Yingji right then, the benefits would have rivaled—or even surpassed—the effects of coupling with three women possessing the Pure Yin physique simultaneously. It was a pity, then, that this body was not one he had seized through possession; otherwise, he could have reaped such rewards.
Even so, he had achieved his heart's desire.
He could finally fuck the Queen of the Demon Capital.