Under the nanomachines' control, the fertilized egg would not develop or grow; instead, it would be expelled from the body along with her next menstrual period. She understood her sister's feelings better than anyone—like her, her sister was in love with Xiaodong. How could she possibly let her sister bear another man's child?
Moreover, her sister wasn't without a chance of winning this "hunt." Her only weakness was an inability to absorb too much *yang* energy from the semen—especially "Pure Yang Blood"—as the resulting connection would drastically amplify the substance's influence on her.
It was a pity, then, that she hadn't anticipated Luo Shaowen bringing so many men along. Despite her sister's best efforts, she had inevitably been subjected to multiple internal ejaculations—particularly the time with Qin Yan...
Consequently, when she launched her fatal strike moments ago, she hadn't been at her peak, and thus failed to secure a decisive victory in one blow.
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Although he hadn't managed to extract the information through interrogation, Luo Shaowen was in no rush; now that the talented Zhao had played her final trump card, it was his turn.
Luo Shaowen retrieved the syringe Qin Yan had used earlier; only the bone needle attached to it was capable of piercing the skin of a "Battle Queen" possessed of extraordinary power.
He aimed the needle at his own chest and gently inserted it, soon drawing out a strand of Pure Yang Essence Blood that was a deep, jade-like crimson. He then stepped in front of Tang Lanyan and manipulated the smooth jade pillars on either side to spread her thighs even wider, forcing her into a pose resembling a mid-air full split; seeing Tang Lanyan in such a position was far more striking than seeing an ordinary woman do the same.
Between her widely spread thighs, the mound of Venus stood out prominently; with the muscles at the tops of her legs stretched taut, the area appeared all the more lush and succulent. Her labia bulged in a full, rounded arc—resembling both the closed shells of a clam and a ripe, split peach.
The insides of her thighs were slick with moisture, and her thick, tender pussy had been pulled wide open. The inner surfaces of the labia majora were a ravishing, peachy pink—exquisitely plump and fleshy—while the slit itself glistened with fluid; the friction had turned the secretions a milky white and made them exceptionally viscous, stretching into lewd, sticky threads between the parted lips.
The inner labia were flushed a tender red, clearly showing the marks of recent intercourse, yet the vaginal opening—tightly clustered like fresh seaweed—remained incredibly constricted; there was barely a trace of the semen previously ejaculated inside her.
However, that was not Luo Shaowen's target. He used his left hand to fully spread apart her thick, voluptuous labia majora, instantly revealing the glistening, rosy-red clitoris at the apex. With both the inner and outer lips fully unfurled, the tender, honey-slicked flesh of the opening rippled slightly; the entire blossom lay exposed in all its distinct, exquisite layers—a sight of breathtaking erotic beauty.
The clitoris stood erect like a pistil within the flower, glowing a vivid, striking red; engorged with blood, it jutted out like a tiny infant's finger—an incredibly lewd sight.
Luo Shaowen gently pressed his finger against the clitoris, causing Lanyan's body to shudder and her breathing to turn ragged. "Heh, you really are sensitive."
Luo Shaowen chuckled softly as he pinched the engorged, rosy clitoris—holding it as if it were Sister Lan Yan's vital point. Her entire body went rigid; she threw her head back, her dark ponytail whipping through the air as she panted heavily.
He raised the syringe in his other hand—though the tube was thinner than an ordinary person's little finger and held only a small amount of deep red blood—and brought the snow-white bone needle toward her clitoris.
*Pfft...*
The slender bone needle pierced the delicate, pink, glistening clitoris, instantly injecting the small amount of crimson fluid within!
"Ah... ahhh!"
Sister Lan Yan's beautiful eyes widened, instantly misting over with tears. Her body went taut for a split second before beginning to tremble violently; her high-pitched cry was a mix of shock, pain, and sobbing—shrill yet melodious—as if her defenses had been shattered in an instant.
The clitoris, now infused with the "Pure Yang Essence Blood," turned a deep, blood-red hue. It swelled rapidly from the size of a baby's fingertip to nearly that of half a peanut kernel. Her entire lower body quivered; her cherry-pink anus contracted sharply while her honey-slicked opening suddenly gaped wide. Beneath the clitoris, fluids gushed forth like a silver vase shattering—a veritable fountain of liquid spraying out in a cascading torrent!
Sister Lan Yan had reached an instant orgasm!
After squirting, Sister Lanyan's inner thighs were still trembling uncontrollably; droplets cascaded down her rounded, ample buttocks. Her thick, tender, and voluptuous labia were flushed a rosy red and twitching gently, while the deep cherry-colored folds of her vulva opened and closed like a fish's mouth. Her flower-like opening writhed and clenched, pouring out a steady stream of nectar—fluid that had already been churned into a frothy white emulsion within her depths, creating what looked like a milky, viscous stream flowing between her buttocks.
"Mmm..." Sister Lanyan shook her head repeatedly; a fire seemed to be sweeping through her body, flushing her cheeks a deep crimson as if she were drunk.
She raised her eyes to look at Luo Shaowen—or rather, at the massive, imposing cock between his thighs—and a hint of supplication appeared in her gaze. Luo Shaowen reached out a finger and gently teased her swollen, reddened clitoris.
"Ah...!"
With a sharp cry, Sister Lanyan squirted yet another jet of fluid. Her voice held an indescribable note of sweet, languid ecstasy and delight, as if she were basking in intense fulfillment; yet, the pleasure soon ebbed, leaving a wave of feverish, tingling heat to wash over her once more.
Sister Lanyan swayed her ample hips, as if silently begging Luo Shaowen to continue playing with her most shameful, intimate parts.
Instead, Luo Shaowen set Sister Lanyan aside and turned to pull Sister Zhiran close. He lifted Zhiran's legs, hoisting her up from behind and spreading her thighs wide, positioning her face-to-face with Sister Lanyan.