Knock! Knock!
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing in there?"
"I need to talk to you about something. Could you open the door?"
Tang San knocked on the door, puzzled. Feeling the door vibrate unusually, he grew curious and asked again, urging Xiao Wu to let him in.
But what made him frown was the lack of response from inside.
He thought Xiao Wu might be avoiding him again, just like last night—unwilling to see him or listen to him. So, he knocked once more.
"Xiao Wu, you—"
"San… ge… I—I'm a little busy right now. Can we talk tomorrow? Please go back for now. I—I… Oh… I'm really busy. There's something very important I need to do… Ah…"
Before Tang San could finish, Xiao Wu's voice came from behind the door.
But her words were fragmented, her tone low and slightly breathy, as if something was pressing against her throat while she spoke.
This only deepened Tang San's confusion.
Knock! Knock!
"Xiao Wu, are you sick? Why does your voice sound so strange?"
Tang San didn't let his mind wander to that possibility. Instead, he grew worried, knocking again and asking her to open the door so he could check on her.
If she was ill, he could treat her—after all, he was highly skilled in medicine and poison.
"N-No… I'm not sick. I'm just… a little tired, that's all. San-ge, it's already late. Let's talk tomorrow, I—I… I—"
After stammering "I" several times, Xiao Wu's voice suddenly cut off.
Tang San tensed, fearing something had happened to her. Instinctively, he almost forced the door open to check.
But then he remembered—this was Xiao Wu's room. What could possibly go wrong? So he held back and waited for her to open the door.
Yet, as he stood there, a strange feeling crept into his heart.
It was as if Xiao Wu was hiding something—or someone—inside, doing something she shouldn't be.
The sensation reminded him of that time outside the hotel balcony.
Back then, he had tried to use his Purple Demon Eyes to see inside but failed.
Should he try using them now?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Tang San felt a pang of guilt.
How could he even consider spying on Xiao Wu with his Purple Demon Eyes, especially at night in the dormitory?
If anyone found out, his reputation would be ruined.
After some deliberation, he dismissed the idea and continued waiting outside.
Meanwhile, inside the room…
Behind the door, Xiao Wu trembled uncontrollably, her face flushed with pleasure.
Just moments ago, she had felt as if her soul had left her body.
She had been talking to Tang San while simultaneously being ravaged by Tang Yin's relentless "artillery fire."
And in the end, under Tang Yin's fierce bombardment, she had reached the peak of ecstasy—completely lost in it.
Her chest heaved as she gasped for air.
Tang Yin smirked at her expression and teased:
"How did it feel getting pounded while my dear little brother was right outside? Did it feel good? Were you happy?"
Still drowning in the aftermath of pleasure, Xiao Wu instinctively nodded without thinking. She had been happy—so happy.
"Then… do you want to feel even happier?"
Tang Yin's lips curled into a wicked grin as he thought about his "beloved younger brother" standing just beyond the door.
Xiao Wu's heart screamed: No! I don't want this! San-ge is right outside! I can't do this!
But her mind was still clouded by the overwhelming pleasure, and she found herself nodding weakly, craving more.
"In that case… try not to scream too loudly. If my dear little brother hears you, he might barge in and see his beloved Xiao Wu getting mercilessly pounded by his big brother. Who knows? He might just lose his mind."
Tang Yin knew very well that Tang San had already fallen for Xiao Wu.
Outwardly, he called her his "little sister," but in his heart, she was the one he loved most.
Even compared to his own father, Xiao Wu mattered more.
It was almost amusing how similar Tang Hao and Tang San were.
Tang Hao had abandoned everything for A'yin, even his own son.
And Tang San would do the same for Xiao Wu, disregarding even Tang Hao.
Truly, they were father and son.
But unfortunately…
A'yin now belonged to Tang Yin.
Xiao Wu now belonged to Tang Yin.
And Tang Hao had been killed by his own son.
If Tang San ever found out, would he even care?
Slap!
Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed in the room.
Tang Yin, wanting to push Xiao Wu into even greater ecstasy while also enjoying himself (and completing a third of the "Green Light System's" mission), positioned his already-erect "artillery cannon" and thrust deep into Xiao Wu's tight passage.
This time, he didn't go all out immediately. Instead, he deliberately alternated between slow and fast, keeping Xiao Wu teetering between pleasure and frustration.
Lost in the conflicting sensations, she completely forgot about Tang San outside and began moving herself, matching Tang Yin's rhythm as he relentlessly pounded into her.
"San-ge… I—I'm really busy… Please go back…"
"Tomorrow night… Come back tomorrow night…"
"I—I really… Ah… can't right now… I don't want to see you…"
Even as she begged Tang San to leave, Xiao Wu continued riding Tang Yin's "artillery," utterly consumed by the pleasure of his rapid, unyielding thrusts.
"Xiao Wu, you—"
Tang San stood frozen outside the door, disbelief written across his face.
He never expected Xiao Wu to dismiss him like this—and so decisively.
What in the world was she doing that was so important?
Because Xiao Wu was suppressing her moans, Tang San only noticed something was off but never let his thoughts drift there.
It never crossed his mind that Xiao Wu would be doing this right in front of him.
And so…
Even as he was being cuckolded, Tang San could only accept it, wearing the invisible green hat with dignity.
After a moment of hesitation, he finally turned and left, deciding to return to his room to cultivate.
He could always ask Xiao Wu for an explanation tomorrow.
Inside the room…
As if sensing Tang San's departure, Xiao Wu stopped holding back.
Her moans, sweet and unrestrained like a nightingale's song, filled the room.
The battle between her and Tang Yin moved from the door to the sofa, then to the bed, later to the bathroom, and finally back to the bed—leaving traces of their fierce "combat" everywhere.
Much later…
In Xiao Wu's room, on the bed…
Exhausted, Xiao Wu nestled against Tang Yin's chest, her expression a mix of satisfaction, bliss, conflict… and addiction.
Meanwhile, Tang Yin gently caressed her mesmerizing, silk-clad legs, unable to let go.
Truly, Xiao Wu lived up to her title—Legs Worth a Year of Fun.
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