This strange sensation left Liu Erlong momentarily unsure how to react, allowing Tang Yin to have his way with her—and he only grew more unrestrained.
When Tang Yin heard the thrilling way Liu Erlong had just addressed him, his blood instantly boiled with excitement. His already formidable combat power, which had surpassed ten thousand points, now skyrocketed to millions.
"Dean Erlong, come on, say it again," Tang Yin coaxed, watching the blushing, flustered woman before him.
Embarrassed beyond belief, Liu Erlong initially refused. But the moment she felt Tang Yin continuing to take advantage of her, the overwhelming stimulation forced her to relent.
"...Ba… Ba…"
This time, she said it without hesitation—as if she had already given up resisting.
Since I've already said it once, what's the harm in saying it again? she thought. It's just a title. If Tang Yin likes it, let him have his fill.
The next second—
A sharp cry echoed through the office.
Unsurprisingly, it came from Liu Erlong.
The moment that provocative name left her lips, Tang Yin's combat power, already in the millions, surged into the billions. His blood burned like fire as he lifted her up, carried her to the office chair, and placed her exactly where she needed to be.
Then, in one decisive motion—
Thrust.
Liu Erlong had never endured such an overwhelming assault before—especially not from Tang Yin at his peak, with combat power exceeding a billion.
For a moment, her mind went blank.
Under the terrifying force of his attack, she couldn't even react.
Once Tang Yin, with his billion-level combat power, had fully embedded himself inside her, he allowed Liu Erlong a brief moment to catch her breath—before launching into a relentless, storm-like barrage.
Like a Gatling gun, he rained down upon her without mercy.
"I—I—"
Liu Erlong's voice stuttered, unable to form a single coherent word.
Tang Yin's machine-gun-like assault made her realize just how terrifying his strength truly was. She felt as if she were drowning, suffocating in pleasure, completely unable to break free.
"Dean Erlong, do you still think about that trash Yu Xiaogang now? Do you prefer that worthless man, or do you prefer the pleasure I'm giving you?" Tang Yin taunted.
Liu Erlong cursed him inwardly for bringing up that humiliating comparison again. But under the relentless barrage of his "Gatling gun," she couldn't even speak—only letting out broken, involuntary moans.
"Dean Erlong, you have no idea how irresistible you look right now. If that trash Yu Xiaogang knew I was pounding you like this, bullying you like this, do you think he'd die of rage?"
"No—I think he'd lose his mind completely."
Even as he maintained his rapid-fire assault, Tang Yin reached out to stroke Liu Erlong's flushed, enchanting face, savoring the silky smoothness of her skin. The multiple layers of pleasure made the experience utterly intoxicating.
"Tell me now—do you prefer the pleasure I give you, or do you prefer that pathetic failure Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even break past Level 30 in his entire life?"
"Say it. Who do you prefer?"
Tang Yin pressed her relentlessly, determined to shatter her mental defenses so he could manipulate her even more in the future.
Given enough time, affection can grow from intimacy.
To ensure she could answer, he slightly slowed his "Gatling gun's" firing rate.
But the moment his rhythm eased, Liu Erlong, who had been biting her lip in restraint, didn't answer—instead, she exhaled shakily, trying to regain some composure.
SMACK!
"Say it. Who do you prefer?"
Tang Yin responded by delivering a sharp slap to her backside, leaving a red mark as she cried out in pain.
"I—I don't… know," Liu Erlong stammered, her face burning with humiliation.
She had waited twenty years for Yu Xiaogang—how could those feelings vanish so easily? A part of her heart still belonged to him.
But ever since her first time with Tang Yin, the pleasure he gave her was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Now, she couldn't even remember whether she had willingly or unwillingly fallen into this situation.
A voice inside her whispered:
Tang Yin is the right choice.
He is your true destiny.
Only by submitting to him will you experience even greater ecstasy.
Only then will you know what it means to drown in pleasure.
Yu Xiaogang? A lifelong failure who couldn't even reach Level 30.
Compared to Tang Yin's handsome face, Yu Xiaogang's greasy, middle-aged appearance was downright disgusting.
Besides… I've already given myself to Tang Yin.
As a traditional woman, your first man becomes your everything.
As for Yu Xiaogang? That trash isn't even worthy of me.
These thoughts echoed in her mind, erasing Yu Xiaogang's presence bit by bit.
Now, with Tang Yin pressing her again and again, his image consumed more and more of her heart. She could feel herself on the verge of total surrender.
To push her over the edge, Tang Yin alternated between rapid-fire assaults and sudden pauses, leaving Liu Erlong trembling with need.
All while repeatedly demanding:
"Is Yu Xiaogang trash?"
"Does he deserve you?"
He poured every ounce of his strength into erasing Yu Xiaogang from her heart.
By now, Liu Erlong was completely disoriented—lost in Tang Yin's words and the relentless pounding of his "Gatling gun."
Seizing the moment, Tang Yin suddenly stopped and smirked.
"Dean Erlong, do you want me to give you more pleasure?"
Her eyes half-lidded with desire, Liu Erlong moaned, "Yes…"
"Then tell me—do you prefer me, or that trash Yu Xiaogang?"
Without thinking, she gasped, "You… I prefer you… I don't like Yu Xiaogang at all… that worthless man…"
Tang Yin's smirk widened. She had finally succumbed.
"Then I'll give you even more pleasure."
With a low growl, he reactivated his "Gatling gun" at full speed, every single round striking deep into her core.
By now, Liu Erlong felt as if her body was falling apart.
Her soul had melted into lava—impossible to retrieve.
Finally, in broken gasps, she begged:
"Enough… no more…"
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