Taking Both Women

Ye Lingling's eyelashes drooped, her face partially obscured by the veil. Seeing Ye Lingling's nervous yet shy expression, Tang San couldn't help but feel a surge of mischievousness.

Tang San reached out his right hand and gently lifted Ye Lingling's chin. Ye Lingling's body stiffened abruptly, Tang San's face reflected in her blue pupils.

Tang San used his left hand to remove Ye Lingling's veil. The veil slipped down, revealing Ye Lingling's entire face. Her skin was as white as snow, her features were exquisitely beautiful, her lips were a light pink, and the lines of her chin were graceful and soft, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

While Ye Lingling was still in a daze, Tang San lowered his head and kissed Ye Lingling lips.

Ye Lingling's body froze instantly, like a statue. Her lips were cold and soft, trembling slightly, her mind blank, unsure whether to push him away or respond.

Tang San didn't go deeper; he simply placed his lips on hers and lightly touched them, a gentle and brief touch.

He straightened up, looked into Ye Lingling's eyes, and smiled slightly, "Lingling, now that it's official, you're mine."

Ye Lingling's mind finally started working again. Her face flushed red instantly. She lowered her head, then suddenly threw herself into Tang San's arms, burying her face in his chest, not daring to make a sound.

Tang San naturally embraced Ye Lingling, and Ye Lingling also reached out and wrapped her arms around Tang San's waist. He could feel Ye Lingling's heartbeat, fast and erratic, like a frightened fawn pounding wildly in her chest.

After a long while, Ye Lingling lifted her head from Tang San. The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, but her expression had returned to calm. Her eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at Tang San and said softly, "Then I'll go back first. You stay here and help Yan Yan protect the Dharma. I'm in the small building next door. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, you go back and rest first." Tang San reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Ye Lingling's ear. "You don't need to wear the veil anymore. With me here, no one will dare to bully you."

"Okay, I won't wear it anymore." A smile appeared on Ye Lingling's lips, her voice filled with an unprecedented ease and happiness.

Ye Lingling stood up and walked towards the door. After a few steps, she turned back, glanced at Tang San, smiled, then pushed open the door and quickly walked out.

Tang San watched Ye Lingling leave, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: How kind, how considerate.

After Ye Lingling left, the room became quiet. Tang San quietly walked up the stairs to Dugu Yan's room.

Dugu Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

The Soul Bone energy of the Eight Spider Lances was deeply merging with her body, and purple light surged from within her, enveloping her in a cold, eerie halo.

Her body trembled slightly, and her lips were tightly pressed together, as if she were enduring some kind of immense pain.

Tang San found a chair and sat down to keep watch.

The night outside the window is deepening.

Half an hour later, Dugu Yan finally completed the absorption of the Eight Spider Lances.

The purple light suddenly intensified, then quickly subsided.

Eight deep purple bone spurs burst out from Dugu Yan's back with a tearing sound.

Dugu Yan's upper garment was torn open from behind by the Eight Spider Lances, the fabric splitting open to reveal large areas of her fair skin.

Spider legs extend from the back and spread out to the sides, each as long as an adult's height, with a sharp tip.

Dugu Yan's top was torn, ripped from the neckline all the way to her waist, and the whole garment hung on her body, barely covering anything.

Her perfect figure, slender waist, full curves, and fair skin glowed faintly under the light.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. Blood rushed to his head, his heart pounded, and his blood surged through his veins.

He instinctively tried to look away, but his eyes wouldn't obey, as if they were drawn to a magnet.

Tang San quickly took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Dugu Yan was clearly in new distress; Eight Spider Lances had grown out, but she didn't know how to control them.

Eight bone spurs swung wildly behind Dugu Yan, completely out of control.

Her brows furrowed even more, veins bulged on her forehead, her hands clenched into fists, and her whole body trembled slightly.

"Yan Yan, calm down. Don't rush. Focus on feeling the spider legs growing from your back, treat them as part of your body, like your arms. Slowly retract them into your body with your mind," Tang San reminded her in time.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She closed her eyes tightly, her consciousness sinking into her back to feel the eight newly grown spider legs. Again and again, she used her mind to guide, soothe, and command them.

Slowly, one by one, the eight spider legs retracted into its body and disappeared behind it.

Only eight fine lines remained on his skin, resembling a spider tattoo on his back, adding a touch of eeriness.

Tang San nodded and smiled, "That's how it is. When you use it in the future, you'll control it with your mind. But to use it perfectly, you'll need a long period of hard practice. It might not be very smooth at first, but you'll get used to it gradually."

Dugu Yan opened her eyes, her eyes filled with joy and excitement.

She looked at Tang San, a wide smile curving her lips, and then suddenly threw herself into his Tang San.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Tang San's waist, buried her face in Tang San 'Tang San chest, and clung to him, her body soft and warm, carrying a faint fragrance.

Tang San's body stiffened.

Dugu Yan seemed to have forgotten that her upper body clothing had been torn to shreds by the Eight Spider Lances.

Two soft, full mounds pressed tightly against Tang San's chest.

Tang San's blood surged, his throat went dry, and his heart pounded like a drum. His hands hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

Finally, it landed and rested on Dugu Yan's fragrant shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of the hand on her shoulder, Dugu Yan realized what was happening.

She glanced down at herself; almost her entire upper body was exposed to the air.

Dugu Yan blushed, but she neither dodged nor pushed Tang San away.

She simply lifted her head from Tang San, her eyes filled with tenderness and allure, a smile playing on her lips, her voice like a feather brushing against Tang San's heart. "Am I handsome?"

Tang San's gaze darted away, glancing at Dugu Yan before quickly looking away, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Beautiful."

Dugu Yan smiled. She wrapped her arms around Tang San's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The lips were soft and warm, with a faint sweet taste.

Dugu Yan's kissing skills were not good; they were awkward and clumsy. But it was precisely this awkwardness and clumsiness that made Tang San completely lose his mind.

He responded enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Dugu Yan's smooth, slender waist and moving up and down unconsciously.

The two slowly moved to the bedside.

Dugu Yan a gentle push, Tang San fell backward, and Dugu Yan followed suit, pressing down on top of him. The bed creaked softly.

A night breeze blew by, causing the curtains to flutter gently. Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the intertwined figures of the two.

Nothing more was said that night.