Spider Demon's Plot

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A long, dark, pointed tongue licked the green blood oozing from her son's glans. With an expression both alluring and sinister, the mother's slender hands rapidly manipulated his penis. Her phoenix-like eyes, narrowed by a sharp fang, constantly scanned the wounds on his glans, wounds she had inflicted herself with. She wanted the ejaculation inside his vagina and uterus to be more powerful and intense, allowing her to experience greater sexual pleasure and linger longer in the bliss of orgasm.

Her narrow, black-lined eyes were filled with danger, ruthlessness, and captivating charm. Even tigers don't eat their cubs; Lady Sisi had devoured countless sons throughout the long river of history.

However, demons lack human emotions; they act solely for their goals, capable of things and suffering that humans find impossible or unbearable. Demons are also incredibly persistent, obeying the strong. If you surpass them, they will not betray you until they do, a quality far superior to humans.

The mother's cheeks were deeply sunken, her jade mouth sucking hard on her son's glans, one hand rapidly stroking his shaft, the other caressing his countless eyeballs. The spider felt warmth, the spider was moved. The son prepared to copulate with his mother again, filling her womb with his sperm. The spider truly fantasized about his mother giving birth to a beautiful daughter, and then he would play with her, abuse her, and brutally drain her.

But the spider didn't know that it was all a pretense from his mother. She was preparing to drain her son's semen, until she sucked out the last drop of his green blood. The greedy and vicious look in his mother's eyes was already visible, but the spider didn't understand, only taking it as his mother's seductive enticement to lure him to the noble and mysterious place where his mother had given birth to him.

"My darling son... your penis is hard again... even bigger than before... Mother likes it so much... my son loves his mother so much... hehehe." Lady Sisi's long, flowing hair lifted (Chasing the Moon) above her head, the strands of hair continuing to play a continuous melody, even at the height of her climax, she didn't forget to stop playing, because she had practiced for thousands of years.

The mother half-squatted on her son's tail, her hands cupping and kneading her full breasts, her slender waist rhythmically moving left and right, her upturned buttocks swaying. Her phoenix eyes looked at her weak son with tenderness, but in her heart she was thinking about her son's last bit of essence, wanting to squeeze out that pitiful last bit of essence to fill her hungry body. The woman felt that her whole body was empty, and could never be filled.

Unless she encounters a man possessing the (Nine Yang True Essence), even a single drop of his semen inside her would result in an intense and prolonged orgasm. The power of a single drop of Nine Yang True Essence is equivalent to the combined essence of hundreds or even thousands of men. Unfortunately, Lady Sisi has never encountered one.

Even if Sisi were to encounter Nine Yang, other demon factions would swarm in to compete for it, making the outcome uncertain.

Nine Yang is so mysterious and distant, but Sisi, like all the beautiful demon women, is forever searching, forever anticipating, and desperately longing for Nine Yang to appear before her, to hold her tightly in his arms, and to forcefully, gently, and brutally penetrate, fuck, and ravage her with his Nine Yang True Essence.

Long, flowing black hair cascaded down the woman's face, parting on either side and falling to the ground. Strands of hair swayed with the movement of her head. A triumphant, passionate, and excited gaze pierced her eyes. Her delicate nose inhaled the scent of her son's penis incessantly, while her long, dark tongue skillfully and rapidly grazed the glans. Her pointed, jade-like chin appeared and disappeared in the shadows of his penis and the flickering candlelight.

More of her long hair swayed and danced atop her head, supporting the zither (Chasing the Moon), the instrument that had been with her for so long, playing a melody that had been performed for centuries. The sound of the zither was so familiar and beautiful; it seemed as if no other timbre could compare.

Slender, fair hands gripped the spider's phallus tightly, the tips of her ten slender fingers forming long, glossy black nails—the contrast between white and black was striking. These hands were manipulating the phallus, which seemed too large to be fully grasped, and occasionally, her beautifully parted red lips would release fragrant, viscous saliva onto it.

The intoxicating saliva from the woman's mouth, thick and oily, lubricated the glans and phallus, as well as her own hands. The saliva reflected the candlelight on her hands as she continued to manipulate, frantically thrusting, kissing and sucking with loving, obsessive passion.

"Come... baby, it's hard again... let it return to its mother's body... mother will warm it... it won't feel cold... let me give birth to your offspring... hehe... hehe." The woman slowly stood up, and the black hair (Chasing the Moon) that was floating on top of her head slowly pulled her off the ground. Countless strands of hair grew wildly like ribbons, entwining everything in the room, the beams, windows, doors, the floor, and the candlesticks, eventually forming a circular spider web in the room. The candlelight on the candlesticks inside was still illuminating the room, and with a "whoosh," the candlelight all turned from yellow to pale green.

"Eeya... I'm about to transform... Take a good look at Mother's true face... Ah... Ah!" Countless strands of hair grew longer and emerged from the hair tuft wrapped around (Chasing the Moon), swaying and slowly descending like dancers. Then, they wrapped around the woman's hands and the insteps of her long legs, lifting her off the ground. The woman's legs were positioned in an M-shape. The candlelight illuminated the forest in the center of her legs, where a jet-black flower slowly budded, its red flesh writhing inside. Three different liquids continuously overflowed from the three fleshy openings, converging and flowing downwards into the vortex of the woman's anus, then dripping onto the ground, reflecting the candlelight.

The woman's body writhed in a suspended, M-pose, her slender waist swaying rapidly and rhythmically with passion. A series of seductive moans sang from her lips. Her hands, bound by strands of hair above her head and at the wrists, were suspended in mid-air by the manipulator (Chasing the Moon), who continued to play music. The woman writhed seductively beneath him, while countless eyes of the demon spider watched everything closely.

"Ah...ah...it's changing..." Large strands of jet-black hair fell incessantly from the woman's head, growing thicker and thicker. Her red lips gradually turned purplish-black, and the two fangs beside her upper teeth became sharper and longer. Two blood-red compound eyes opened above her slanted eyebrows, gleaming brightly, her black eyeliner thickened, and purple eyeshadow added.

"Ah...ah...this is my true form...I can't let anyone see it...ah...transformation also brings intense pleasure...ah...oh...oh...so intense...this is the nature of a demon." Her already slender hands grew even longer, her fingernails became longer and more inward-curved, and her feet, after struggling wildly for a few moments, also grew longer, her shiny black toenails becoming longer, sharper, and slightly inward-curved.

"Uh...ah...it feels so good down there...a feeling of my whole body splitting open...ah...ah...son...look carefully...this is...my mother." Thin white downy hairs grew on her fair, jade-like skin, and two more hands grew from her ribs under her arms, making a total of three hands.

The three hands together caressed her body with unbearable hunger and urgency. After constantly massaging her full breasts, another pair of identical breasts emerged below them. Then, two of the hands dragged her four breasts, pressing and squeezing them incessantly, and four streams of milk shot from her four red nipples onto the demon spider's body.

The woman also had two hands. One index finger was inserted into her mouth to suck and tease, while the other hand was reaching into the mysterious forest of her lower body, constantly probing the three fleshy holes. Large amounts of thick, three different kinds of fluids dripped onto the ground like oil, forming sparkling puddles.

"Mother... needs you... quickly... return to Mother's body... ah... ah... I want... ah..." Hanging from Lady Sisi's jet-black hair, the woman slowly lowered herself from her suspended position, finally hovering above her son's hard, large penis. The black, glossy petals of the mysterious, fragrant forest wriggled and opened, and from the three fleshy holes in the red flesh in the center of the petals, three different colored, fragrant, and sweet-smelling fluids kept overflowing and mingling together, flowing or dripping onto the son's penis illuminated by the peerless candlelight. The veins on the penis throbbed as if it were angry and kept thrashing. The penis was waiting, the spider son was waiting, waiting to enter his mother's lower body again, to be embraced and bound tightly by the fleshy flesh inside his mother's body.

The woman's body was slowly lowered by her hair, her thin, downy, bewitching hand grasping her son's penis, trembling slightly as it rubbed against the dark flower. The nectar secreted from the flower immediately moistened the penis. The woman narrowed her bewitching eyes, moaning softly, her voice a combination of magnetism and depth that was so beautiful to hear.

"Ah...ah..." (Chasing the Moon) The hair connecting the man and the woman continued to lower her, and as the woman's jade-like hand corrected it, the penis began to squeeze into her vagina. Pleasure instantly spread throughout their bodies and nervous systems. The spider's penis was like a knife, piercing into the mother's vagina, which was suspended by countless strands of hair in a m-position, illuminated by the candlelight.

"Ah...ah...you're...in again...ah...it's all the way in!" The entire penis was thrust deep into the mother's lower body. The mother was filled, waves of fullness assaulting her mind and body. The woman's serpentine waist began to rotate rapidly, sometimes rhythmically, sometimes erratically. The dark petals pressed tightly against the base of her son's penis, and the barbs inside her vagina attacked the penis, constantly pulling it deeper and sucking it in deeper. The woman

sat on the spider's tail in an M-position, her serpentine waist now moving back and forth, manipulating the penis. A large amount of vaginal fluid overflowed from where the two were joined. Although the woman's limbs were bound by her hair, her slender waist possessed tremendous strength, relentlessly and frantically squeezing and manipulating her son's penis.

"Ah...ah...son...are you enjoying this...mother is sitting on you like this...ah...ah...move faster...ah...move hard inside mother's body...ah...ya...woo...woo" (Chasing Moon) continued playing the stirring music, full of dynamism and a strong rhythm. Her serpentine waist moved her upturned buttocks precisely in sync with the rhythm of the music, rapidly manipulating the demon spider, forcefully extracting her son's essence, relentlessly.

The demon spider emitted muffled roars and cries, forcefully thrusting its tail, inserting and stabbing its long fleshy root into the mysterious and noble forest of its mother's lower body. There, a jet-black flower bloomed, its open petals revealing red, lustful flesh, containing three scarred fleshy holes—these fleshy holes were both a man's paradise and his grave.

The woman's vagina was being penetrated, her vaginal opening being dilated and slightly torn. Thick, white fluid intermittently gushed from her anus, turning into countless white strands upon contact with air, spreading on the ground like strands of white hair. The

intense moans excited the spider demon immensely; its glans pounded even more violently against the flower's stamen, and vaginal fluid continued to ooze from the point of contact.

The flesh was constantly being stretched open, the intense pleasure piercing Lady Sisi's nerves like a stinging pain, but her slender waist twisted even faster.

In the flickering candlelight, the woman's body seemed to glow faintly; her red-outer, white-inner anus trembled and twitched, continuously shooting out countless white strands.

(Chasing the Moon) began to spin, causing the woman to also spin in an M-shape at the base of the spider's tail. (Chasing the Moon) spun faster and faster in the air, and the woman, sitting on her son's tail with his penis wrapped around it, spun even faster. Before they had even reached a hundred rotations, they finally squeezed out the son's last sperm.

The spider trembled violently, its countless legs flailing, its countless eyes blinking incessantly. The penis at the base of its tail had already penetrated the woman's uterus during the woman's rotation, and the last of its semen shot into the woman's uterus like bullets, one, two, over a hundred times in a row!

"Wow...ya...ah...ee...ah...you've pierced me...are you going to kill your mother...ah......shoot harder...ah...ah...ah...ah..." "eeya...wah...wah...it's burning me...you're going to burn your mother to death...I'm going to drain you dry...you dare to play with your own mother...ah ah ah...shoot so much...so powerful...my uterus is numb...my uterus hurts so much from your shooting...ah...ah...ah...wah..." The spider's last hundred or so ejaculations were quickly ejaculated, and it would be impossible for it to ejaculate anything more in the future, but the mother did not give up, and continued to spin rapidly on her son's body, the friction between her vagina and uterus, wrapped around and entwined with her son's flesh root, becoming stronger and stronger.

The spider's body gradually calmed down from its spasms, nearing death, but its thousands of eyes still held only greedy desire. The spider coveted its mother's beautiful and alluring body, her unparalleled beauty, and the wantonness and containment within her. The spider was unaware that it was about to die.

The countless strands of hair entwined around (Chasing the Moon) gradually returned to Lady Sisi's head and then fell to the ground. The woman's limbs were now free to stretch. She held (Chasing the Moon) in her palms, gazing at the zither strings with a nostalgic expression. Her senses, intuition, and experience told her son was exhausted. Silently, she looked at the dying spider with tender, maternal love. Her two extremely long, hairy white legs clamped around her son's tail, and her vagina and uterus tightened their grip, wrapping around his penis. Her buttocks slowly began to rotate.

The woman's three hands were all at work. The bottom two hands were playing the "Chasing the Moon" melody placed on the spider's belly. Hearing this music would make the spider forget and ignore its pain. The top two hands were squeezing her four breasts, causing four streams of milk to shoot out intermittently from her nipples. The milk was sprayed onto the spider's body to relieve the numbness, pain, and fatigue, and into the spider's terrifying mouth to prolong its last moments of life.

"Hmm...hmm...no...Mother wants more...I haven't had enough yet...ah..." The woman played "Chasing the Moon" for a while, then used her willpower to gently return it to its original place.

"Give Mother...one last bit of pleasure...Mother needs it so much...your essence is the best food for me now...hehe." The woman sat on her son's tail, her long, jade-like legs tightly clamping around it, controlling the spider's sensual nerves. She pouted, looking down at the spider with a playful yet seductive gaze. The long hands and claws on her three arms gently stroked near her ears, and milk dripped continuously from the nipples on her four breasts.

The woman continuously raised the temperature of her vagina and uterus, the rising temperature causing the flesh inside her to steam and throb the penis, preventing it from softening. The woman activated the countless fleshy barbs in her vagina and uterus, forcefully and frantically squeezing and strangling the penis.

"Give Mother pleasure...you'll give your life...to play with Mother just once...even death would be worth it." Suddenly, three pairs of sharp claws viciously pierced the spider's vital points. The spider struggled weakly in pain, many of its eyes rolling back in its head.

"Hmm...that's right...that's how it should be...I've finished ejaculating...let your green blood be offered to Mom too...hahaha...uh...hahaha" The fleshy barbs inside the woman's vagina and uterus became sharp, forcefully piercing the root of the penis and the glans. Outside, the woman desperately spun her incredibly sexy buttocks, and a large amount of green blood spurted into the vicious, lewd flesh inside her mother's lower body. The woman's vagina and uterus also began to spasm and climax.

"Ah...ah...wah...wah...blood...such thick blood...son, your blood is the thickest...wah...ah...ee-ya...ah...give it all to mother...give it to me...don't leave a single drop...ah ah...ah...ah ah ah ah ah ah" "This blood is so delicious...a hundred times better than human blood...ah...wah ah...ah...hmm" "Hoo...drink...hoo hoo...ugh...not fast enough...shoot faster...mother wants it" The spider died, and before it died, it tasted the greatest pleasure for the first and last time in its mother's body. The green blood shot more than three hundred times in its mother's uterus, swelling its mother's flat, short-haired belly, making it look like it was six months pregnant.

Before dying, the spider finally understood its mother's intentions. It was nothing more than a tool, a vessel raised to be exploited. Beneath its mother's feigned maternal love lay an ugly, vicious, and treacherous heart. The spider's hundreds of eyes, some rolling back and some not, wept, shed tears, and were filled with unbearable pain. Yet, the spider knew it had no choice. It was not the first, nor would it be the last.

"Hmm... Ah... I'm lost in thought... It feels so good... You've satisfied me... Now I don't need to eat for years... Hehe... Hehe..." "My son... Why aren't you moving... You're dead... You're dead... Ah... Ah... Another son of mine has died... My son... Ah..." "Hmm? Hmm? Look at my belly... A son from decades ago... His last ejaculation was more than yours... You really think you're the most powerful... the most capable of satisfying your mother... You're not... Oh, right." The spider was already dead, no longer able to hear its mother's words. By the time Lady Sisi realized what had happened, her son's body was already cold.

The woman silently gazed at her dead son. Her body began to transform, and after a wisp of blue smoke, she reverted to human form, still sitting atop her cold son's tail. Her vagina and uterus, far surpassing any human in size, continued to consume his penis.

The woman, with long, sharp, black fingernails, gently traced the point where her son and she were joined, and his penis remained inside her, slowly being digested by her vagina and uterus over several days, draining it of its last drop of essence.

The woman stood up, went to the door, and gently opened it. A puff of white smoke rose from her body, and after it dissipated, her elegant palace attire was once again on her. Looking at the small pond in the courtyard, she swept her long sleeves behind her, turning the spider's corpse into powder. With a flick of her slanted phoenix eyes, she used her mind to control the powder, blowing it into the pond.

The woman stared at the pond for a long time in silence, then, when she came to her senses, her phoenix eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"My son's flesh is inside his mother's lower body... My son's body turned to dust and fell into the pond... Have all my sons reunited in the pond?"

Suddenly, the woman had an intuition, her eyes looking towards a spot not far outside the courtyard. She seemed to immediately forget her sorrow, and a wicked smile curved her crimson lips!

"Aya... You brought back... another excellent man... Is this one excellent...? I'm so looking forward to it... Hehehe... Hehehe..."—A woman appeared in front of the house on the other side of the small pond. Aya had already been put down by Shiro, and the two sat on wooden benches by the pond. Four round wooden benches surrounded a round stone table, on which was piled a pile of Shiro's tattered belongings.

Carp in the pond kept leaping out of the water as if welcoming guests. The wind blew gently, and the strands of hair in Shiro and Aya's bangs swayed in the wind. The two raised a hand and waved to the lady who was walking towards them.

The moon hung high in the sky, and dusk gradually fell. Aya and the others lit candles to illuminate the doors and windows. Si Lang counted four rooms; though not wealthy, they were extremely clean and tidy, surrounded by tall bamboo. The bamboo shadows, cast by the moonlight, swayed gently in the breeze, as if reluctant to part.

Bathed in moonlight, the lady walked gracefully towards him, slowly coming into Si Lang's view.

Her long hair was piled high, giving her a mature and dignified air. Her delicate oval face had a serious expression and a cold, elegant demeanor. Beneath her slanted, arched eyebrows were equally slanted, phoenix-shaped eyes, their gaze gleaming.

She wore a black palace dress with a low-cut design. A white jade belt tightly cinched her slender waist, and the long skirt cascaded to the ground. With each step, her hips swayed gracefully from side to side, exuding a charming gait. Her red embroidered high-heeled shoes, like the hem of her skirt, were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden beneath, remaining spotless.

The lady drew closer, sometimes shrouded in shadow, sometimes illuminated by moonlight, sometimes with bamboo shadows swaying across her face, only her phoenix eyes, shining even in the darkness, remained bright.

The moonlight illuminated her face, her full breasts, her swaying hips, and finally, the red embroidered high heels that occasionally peeked out from under her long dress. The woman stood before the two men.

"Mother... Mother." "Madam, your daughter... was harassed by three bandits... suffered some minor abrasions... I've chased them away." "Oh... Is that so... Young master, thank you... for saving my Aya... Is Aya's leg injured?... Let me take a look." Aya was particularly frightened and shy upon seeing Madam Sisi, while the lady seemed completely unaffected. Silang, the dim-witted one, didn't think much of it; he only wanted to fill his stomach quickly and get a good night's sleep—he was starving!

The lady gently bent down and gracefully sat on the wooden stool, placing Aya's right calf on her knee. Her movements were natural, elegant, and graceful. Silang hadn't seen such a beauty in a very long time, but his mind was filled with nothing but admiration, devoid of any impure thoughts.

"It hurts... Mother." "Aya... be good... bear with it... let Mother see." The lady gently brushed the strands of hair that were obscuring her eyes behind her ear, and slowly lifted Aya's skirt, which was draped over her knee. Her calf was covered in bruises. She continued lifting the skirt, revealing more bruises on her thigh. Silang turned his head to look around at the sight.

"Ah... it hurts... here... here." "Does it hurt here too...?" The lady's jade-like hand massaged Aya's leg continuously, while her other hand slowly reached between Aya's thighs, inserting and withdrawing. Her slender, white index finger drew out a drop of liquid—the fluid from the bandit leader, still stored in Aya's body and not yet fully digested.

The lady, her face cold and her phoenix eyes gleaming, glanced sideways at Aya, clearly resenting Aya's infidelity. However, she pretended nothing was amiss, her fair hand lightly brushing across Aya's leg, making the bruise disappear. She then gently sucked on her index finger, which was still sticking out liquid.

"Hmm...not very good." "Mother...I..." The lady spat out the finger she had been sucking, holding it up under her high, elegant nose, waving it from side to side as a signal to stop.

"Alright... Young master, you can turn around now... I've already applied the medicine for my daughter... Let me see your injuries." "Thank you... Madam... I'm covered in injuries." "Don't worry, young master... Mother is a master healer." — Several candles illuminated the rectangular dining table, which was two meters long and one meter wide, covered with a blue tablecloth. Madam Sisi and Silang sat facing each other. Aya sat to Madam Sisi's left, eating a half-cooked slice of beef from her plate. Every now and then, her eyes would quickly observe Madam Sisi and Silang's faces as she chewed, though she didn't want them to see these actions.

Madam Sisi's fair hands held red chopsticks and elegantly placed a piece of juicy beef into her cherry-like mouth, chewing slowly with pursed lips. Her phoenix eyes, slanted slightly, peered through the candlelight on the candelabra in the center of the table, intently watching Silang wolf down his food. Madam Sisi's chewing movements were slow and elegant, as if she didn't want to eat at all; she could eat a small piece of beef for a long time.

(This man is quite nice. I haven't met someone like this in a long time. There are very few people like this in the world now.) The lady crossed her beautiful legs under the dining table, revealing high-heeled red embroidered shoes. They were pointed and very sexy, with hollowed-out patterns. She was wearing lace stockings, which were deeply hidden under her skirt.

Two distinct fragrances wafted faintly from beneath the skirts of the two women, soon filling the room with their sweet aroma. Si Lang was still engrossed in devouring the delicacies on the table, having already finished over a dozen plates, while the two women, including Li An, couldn't even finish a single plate.

"Young master...where are you from...how many years have you been in the army?" "I'm from Lincheng...I was conscripted a few years ago...I've been in the army for five or six years now...I can't remember exactly." "Lincheng...it's a very beautiful place...I've been there." "Madam, you don't know...Lincheng is now in ruins." "Why...wasn't it perfectly fine...tell us...we love hearing stories." "The emperor was incompetent...warlords carved up the land...Lincheng was a strategic stronghold...a place fought over by all...it's already...it's already..." Si Lang cried as he spoke, his head bowed, his chopsticks clenched tightly in his hands, and with a sudden force, "snap," they broke in two.

"Young master... don't be sad... just stay here and recover... wait until things are peaceful outside... then you can go out again." "Thank you... Madam... I'm afraid a large army will be coming to you soon... I'm afraid that..." "Young master... don't worry about that... only my daughter and I know the way through this bamboo forest... outsiders can't be led by us... even a thousand troops would be trapped in the bamboo forest." "Ah... I see... that's good... then you can live peacefully... the outside world is really... scary." "Yes... yes... I went out to pick mushrooms today... and almost got..." "Aya... luckily you met the young master today... otherwise... those bandits would definitely not have let you go..." Hearing this, Silang and Aya lowered their heads and began to eat in silence. Silang had just picked up his chopsticks when he realized that he had broken them earlier, and looked helplessly at his wife and Aya.

Madam Sisi chewed on a slice of beef, her eyes fixed on Silang. Her elegant movements were incredibly alluring, subtly making Silang feel that she was trying to seduce him.

"Madam, I'm sorry... I accidentally broke your chopsticks... Do you have any more?" "Hehe... It's alright... It's alright... But I only have three pairs of chopsticks at home... Oh." "Why only three pairs?" "Because no outsiders have ever come here before... You are the first guest." "Then..."

"Young master... If you don't mind... you can use my chopsticks... I'm already full... Hehe." "How can I... This..."

"Why not... Does Young master... find... me... unworthy?" "No, that's not true... Alright then... Give me the chopsticks." Madam Sisi slowly stood up, supporting herself on the table with one hand, and gently held the center of the chopsticks with the other. She gracefully bent down and handed the chopsticks to Silang. Because of this bending motion, her pert buttocks naturally protruded. If someone were watching from the side, they would be surprised by how pert her buttocks were.

Aya, discreetly avoiding being noticed by the lady, secretly cast a jealous and hateful glint in her eyes, her pupils shifting between the two faces.

Silang, blushing, reached out to take the chopsticks from the lady's hand, but as he tried to retract them, he found the lady gripping them tightly, looking at him with curious admiration. The candlelight illuminated their faces, and the lady felt a surge of heat within her, while Silang's face turned even redder.

"Oh… I'm sorry… I was lost in thought… I saw you, sir, who resembles someone… an old friend." "Is that so… Hehe… What kind of person?" "Someone I knew a long, long time ago… Let's not talk about it." "Oh…"

Silang sat back down and began wolfing down his food again, while the lady began to stroll around the room. Aya remained silent, secretly observing their behavior, the piece of meat still chewing in her mouth, seemingly with no intention of swallowing.

The lady gently passed by Silang, bringing with her a fragrant breeze, which Silang naturally inhaled, feeling his body heat up.

As the lady passed by Si Lang again, he secretly glanced at her back. He saw her shapely buttocks swaying effortlessly from side to side as she walked, the movement so graceful and natural. Her waist was so slender, almost like a snake's waist, Si Lang thought, and he felt even hotter.

Aya saw all of this, but remained silent, pretending to eat, her head bowed, while one hand tightly clutched the hem of her skirt under the table.

"Young Master... Ah... After you finish eating, please call... Aya... to tidy up everything... I'm a little tired... I need to rest." "Madam... Please go and rest quickly... I'm so sorry to have disturbed you today." "What are you saying... Hehe... Then I'll take my leave first... Please enjoy your meal... Hehe." Si Lang stood up and watched the alluring lady's figure gradually disappear into the distance. Before she left Si Lang's sight, the lady's pert buttocks, hidden beneath her black palace dress, swayed naturally from side to side as she walked. Si Lang was already captivated by the lady.

Only after the lady left the room did Si Lang come back to his senses, thinking that a woman like the lady could probably only be found in the imperial palace.

Si Lang's guess was correct. Lady Sisi had indeed stayed in the imperial palace thousands of years ago, and more than once. Aya didn't know these things, because Aya had only met Lady Sisi fifty years ago. Aya only knew that Lady Sisi was a demon, but as for what secrets Lady Sisi had, Aya was very confused.

However, Aya herself also harbored secrets, and Silang had already stumbled into their shared secret.

Silang, oh Silang, was happily thinking that having survived such a calamity, he was sure to be blessed with good fortune.

Meanwhile, Lady Sisi had just finished an intense game with the spider demon before Silang arrived, so she said she was somewhat exhausted!

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