Tianlong continued his slow circle around the veiled brides, his crimson-gold eyes gleaming with playful intent.

The air in the chamber thrummed with tension, thick with the scent of jasmine incense and the subtle musk of his wives' arousal that always seemed to bloom in his presence.

He paused behind one figure, her silhouette unmistakable even through the gossamer veil and matching red silk. Vines—emerald and alive—curled subtly behind her back, twisting like loyal serpents guarding their mistress.

Her body was a vision of fertile grace: wide hips that flared into thick, plush thighs, a narrow waist that dipped inward like an hourglass carved by nature's own hand, and an ass that swelled outward in perfect, rounded fullness—soft, motherly curves begging to be gripped, the silk clinging just enough to outline the deep cleft between those jiggling cheeks.

Her chest stood firm and proud, the heavy mounds pressing against the fabric, nipples subtly tenting the silk as if giggling with hidden mischief beneath.

Without warning, his hands shot forward from behind, both palms slamming onto her breasts with possessive force—fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh through the thin silk, lifting and squeezing the perky mounds like ripe fruits ready to burst.

She winced sharply, body jolting forward, but no coherent words escaped—only a muffled mumble, "Mmmph... nngh..." as her veiled head tilted back slightly, trembling under the sudden assault.

Tianlong's grip tightened, fondling her boobs with rough, deliberate rubs—thumbs circling the hardened nipples over the rope-like ties of her dress, raising them higher, kneading the plush orbs until they bounced in his palms, silk rubbing against silk in clear, obscene friction that made her chest heave.

"Ahhn..." A soft moan finally broke free, her body arching as tremors ran through her, vines behind her writhing in response to her rising heat.

"So, whose are these?" Tianlong murmured, leaning in to rest his chin on her shoulder, his breath hot against her veiled ear while she trembled beneath him, her waist pressing back against his hardening cock.

He played with her boobs slowly now, rolling them in his hands, feeling the weight shift and jiggle—soft, warm mounds that filled his palms perfectly but lacked the overwhelming heaviness of Feng's massive tits or the firm, grippable resistance of Yue's athletic ones.

"Hmm... the size isn't big enough to be Feng's, nor is it small enough to be gripped in my palm fully like Yue's..."

He pinched tighter suddenly, twisting both nipples through the silk with cruel precision—pulling them outward until they strained against the fabric.

"Husband, stop! It hurts!" The words burst out in a pained gasp from the bride whom he had held.

But not only hers—another voice also came from the bride beside him, who turned and grabbed his collar, followed immediately by a fierce, breaking snarl: "You perverted bastard! Whom do you say has small boobs?!"

The voice—playful and indignant—shattered the disguise completely, vines curling protectively around her form as Mei finally broke character, her body still trembling from the rough handling.

Yue was glaring angrily as, due to soft movement, her face veil had been lifted, giving her green eyes glare directly, rushing towards Tianlong's.

Tianlong laughed low and triumphant, one hand maintaining its grip on Mei's boob while his other arm snaked around to yank the veiled figure beside her—Yue—into a searing kiss.

"!?"

"Y-you—mmphhh!?" Yue didn't even get the chance to react, though naturally she could have, but she didn't. She just remained like a mortal human, letting herself be treated like that in the moment.

He pulled her close, sealing her lips with his own in a deep, claiming lock—tongue invading her mouth, tasting her lipstick while she glared up at him with a fierce look, her body melting despite the protest in her eyes.

"Unh~! W-wait, husband."

All the while, his free hand groped Mei's breast harder, pinching and rolling the nipple until she whimpered into his shoulder.

Finally breaking the kiss with a wet pop and a string of saliva, Tianlong smirked down at the two revealed brides, his voice husky with satisfaction.

"Now, the difficult ones are left."

He released them gently, stepping back with that predatory grace, crimson-gold eyes now fixing on the two remaining veiled figures.

The air thickened, heavy with jasmine and the musky undercurrent of arousal, the gossamer red veils doing nothing to hide the thick curves beneath—two silhouettes of mature perfection, their dresses clinging tight to massive, heaving breasts that strained against the silk, nearly identical in their voluptuous swell, like twin peaks begging to be conquered.

"Too confusing."

He approached slowly, circling them like a wolf sizing up prey. First, he stopped behind the taller one—Feng, though the game demanded he pretend otherwise.

His hand landed on her shoulder, fingers splaying possessively over the silk, feeling the firm muscle beneath yield slightly.

She flinched instantly, her body tensing like coiled ice—rigid, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her veil as his touch ignited something deep in her core.

Her wide hips clenched unconsciously, thick thighs pressing together under the dress, but she didn't pull away, her breath quickening in shallow gasps.

Tianlong's hand traced lower, sliding down her back with deliberate slowness—fingers dragging along the curve of her spine, feeling the silk whisper against her skin, until they reached the swell of her ass.

He dug in without warning, gripping the firm, thick cheek hard—plush flesh yielding under his fingers like warm, resistant dough, so full and meaty it overflowed his palm, the muscle beneath clenching in response.

"Ahhn..." A muffled gasp escaped her, body arching slightly, her massive breasts heaving forward against the tight dress, the fabric straining to contain their weight.

"Thick and firm," Tianlong growled, kneading deeper, his fingers sinking into the crack, feeling the heat radiate through the silk. "Like it's built to be fucked raw, over and over."

Before she could respond, his other hand shot out to the veiled figure beside her—Ying Jia—mirroring the motion.

He grabbed her ass with equal force, digits burying into the plush, motherly curve—softer than Feng's, yielding like divine silk over ripe fruit, jiggling slightly under his grip, the wide cheeks spreading as he squeezed, heat pulsing from her core.

"Nnhh..." Ying Jia whimpered, her ethereal form trembling, silver hair shifting under the veil as her body flinched, unused to such raw handling.

"Both so thick," Tianlong continued, voice thick with lust, comparing them openly as he kneaded both asses in tandem—left hand on Feng's firm, resistant globe, right on Ying Jia's softer, jiggling one. "It's confusing... one like melon wrapped in cloud, the other like warm jelly begging to be split. How's a man supposed to choose?"

He pulled them closer by their asses, bodies pressing against his sides, his hardening cock tenting his robes as he felt their heat.

The tightness of their dresses made their massive boobs appear nearly identical—enormous, heaving mounds straining the crimson silk, deep cleavage visible even through the veils, nipples tenting the fabric like hidden peaks.

"Look at these," he murmured, releasing their asses to slide his hands up front, cupping both sets of breasts at once—fingers sinking into the heavy, plush flesh through the silk.

Feng's were massive and firm, like weighted silk bags resisting his squeeze; Ying Jia's softer, overflowing his palms with divine yield.

"So big, both of you... massive tits appearing damn similar in these tight dresses. Can't tell whose are heavier without a proper test."

He pinched suddenly—thumbs and forefingers clamping both pairs of nipples at once, twisting through the fabric with cruel precision.

"Ahhn~!"

"Nngh~!"

They moaned in unison, bodies arching—Feng gasping sharply, her ice-queen composure cracking as pain-pleasure shot through her; Ying Jia whimpering softer, trembling with embarrassment, her divine sensitivity making every twist feel like fire.

"These moans," Tianlong growled, pinching harder, rolling the hardened peaks until they throbbed, "so different, yet both making me hard as fuck. Feng's sharp and controlled, Jia's soft and shaky... fuck, it's addicting."

He kept at it, mauling their massive boobs—lifting and dropping them slightly to feel the weight bounce, silk rubbing against silk, nipples swelling under his assault—while they moaned and writhed, bodies pressing closer.

"Ahh... s-stop... it's too much..." Feng gasped, her tongue darting out instinctively.

"Nnh... embarrassing..." Ying Jia whimpered, eyes darting everywhere under her veil.

After what felt like an eternity of groping and pinching, Tianlong slid his fingers free from their breasts—only to bring them to their mouths.

He pressed two digits against Feng's lips first, pushing past the veil slightly—she gasped, then her tongue wrapped around them, sucking greedily, gasping wetly as she laved them.

For Ying Jia, he was gentler, sliding one finger between her plush lips—she trembled, eyes looking here and there in embarrassment, but her mouth closed around it, sucking timidly.

He caused them both to turn towards him slowly—guiding their veiled faces with his free hands, making them look up as veils shifted slightly.

Their eyes met his—Feng gasping around his fingers, tongue sucking hard, silver gaze fierce but submissive; Ying Jia trembling violently, cheeks burning, eyes darting everywhere in sheer embarrassment, unable to hold his stare.

"I lost," Tianlong finally admitted, voice rough with desire, smirking down at them. "Both of you... too fucking perfect. Can't tell, don't want to—just want to claim you both right here."

Feng gasped louder, tongue swirling harder on his finger, body pressing closer; Ying Jia whimpered, eyes finally settling on his with teary embarrassment, sucking softly as her divine form quivered.

The chamber thrummed with heat, the game forgotten in the raw build-up, their moans syncing as he played with their mouths—fingers thrusting gently, wet sucks filling the air.

Slurp... slurp...

"Mmmph... husband..."

"Nnh... too... much..."

Tianlong's cock throbbed against his robes, the erotic tension coiling tighter, ready to snap.

'Shit, forget the wedding, I am going to pound them—'

Knock knock.

But then...

"Every guest is waiting, Master. You will have to come out...."

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