The fluid cascaded down to the base of the shaft, branching off into rivulets that meandered along the scrotum and thighs; it dripped incessantly, as if she had lost all control of her bladder.
As if deliberately ensuring Li Dong could see everything, Luo Shaowen kept his thrusting pace measured. He took Zhao Zhiran's slender arms and slowly lowered them, leaving her shapely, well-proportioned back and full, rounded buttocks completely exposed.
Li Dong could clearly see how, as she was lifted, her plump, delicate labia parted and bloomed. Within the pink folds, layers of soft, translucent, and glistening flesh—clinging tightly to the thick, invading cock—were pulled outward before snapping back inside, much like an epiphyllum flower unfurling, leaving behind only a thick, creamy residue.
With each deep thrust, the tender flesh at the vaginal entrance was stretched and distended into a perfect, circular ring; the lower edge of the opening, now at its thinnest and most supple, had become almost entirely transparent.
The ridge of the cock's glans—flanked by streaks of creamy white fluid—acted like a plow, stretching and scraping against the lower rim of her opening. Zhiran arched her snow-white neck; with every fraction of an inch the cock pushed deeper, she gasped like a fish gasping for water upon the shore—her beautiful eyes wide, her soft lips parting further and further. She could barely make a sound, but as his thick cock pressed against her cervix—continuing to grind and push deeper—Zhi-ran finally let out a cry and burst into tears.
She sobbed and whimpered like a little girl, her slender waist and beautiful back suddenly tensing up. It was as if she could feel her cervix being slowly stretched open; she braced her lithe waist and full, rounded buttocks, every cell in her body seemingly resisting the intrusion.
Yet, her delicate frame continued to sink downward under the force of gravity. Her trembling, shapely backside—which had seemed unable to descend any further—suddenly dropped another inch!
That single inch shattered all of Zhao Zhi-ran's resistance. Her taut, graceful waist and hips went completely limp, though the tremors racking her body only intensified; in an instant, it was as if every ounce of strength had drained away.
"Hah… huff… it feels… so good…"
Luo Shao-wen's face was filled with awe and pure pleasure. This was his first time pushing past the opening of Zhao Zhi-ran's cervix. The tender, succulent flesh deep within—tight yet lush and velvety—clung fiercely to the head of his cock, gripping it like a taut, resilient band, yet possessing an unimaginably soft, supple smoothness.
This area had never been penetrated before; it was far tighter than the vaginal walls—so snug that not even a hair could pass through—and it exerted a subtle, persistent suction. The ring of delicate flesh kept spasming and tightening, as if trying to squeeze the tip of his invading cock back out.
Luo Shao-wen had experienced a similar sensation with Tang Lan-yan, though never with the iron-clad, suffocating grip that Zhao Zhi-ran possessed. But now that his cock was already buried deep inside, did she really think she could make him pull out? Luo Shaowen's body tensed slightly. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly—with lightning speed—yanked his massive cock back to the very entrance of her slit, pulling the delicate, pink, fleshy folds outward by nearly an inch, before thrusting his hips forward again without a moment's pause.
Hardly having had a chance to touch the air, his thick cock plunged back into the honeyed depths. "Ah, ah, ah, ah... I'm being fucked to pieces... *sob*...!"
A loud, resonant *thwack* of flesh against flesh echoed out. Her soft, fair, and curvaceous buttocks—supple as dough kneaded with water—deformed instantly, losing their rounded shape; a striking, snow-white ripple surged upward toward her waist, and her entire delicate body was jolted, arching high into the air.
Her slender, jade-like legs suddenly went rigid. Veins stood out sharply across the smooth, cream-white skin of her feet, while her toes—delicate and flushed with a rosy, translucent hue—curled upward, their pale-cherry-colored nails blooming open like the petals of a flower.
Luo Shaowen hammered into her, thrusting violently dozens of times in rapid succession. Amidst the intense pounding, Ziran suddenly climaxed, a gush of thick, milky fluid surging forth. As he continued his ferocious thrusting, this viscous, cream-like nectar coated his cock, churning and splattering everywhere like a sudden downpour.
Moreover, every dozen or so strokes, a fresh, thick, oily glob of creamy fluid would be forced out, raining down in a steady, persistent drizzle.
Sister Zhiran's weeping had left her voice hoarse; she sounded like a little girl who had been crying for a long time, reduced now to nothing more than intermittent, ragged sobs.
Suddenly, Uncle's cock thrust in with heavy, brutal force, burying its entire thick, elongated length deep into Sister Zhiran's labia—which were already flushed, tender, and slightly everted from the relentless fucking. Her lower body shuddered violently, and the rhythmic, convulsive twitching of his scrotum was clearly visible to the naked eye.
It was as if an inexhaustible torrent of semen lay in wait, surging forward in a frantic rush to flood into Sister Zhiran's delicate womb. Li Dong's eyes turned bloodshot as he watched. He hadn't been standing idly by, either; he had been lunging and charging with all his might, shattering the white jade-like pillars that blocked his path—yet, for every one he destroyed, new ones sprang up just as quickly.
Even in spaces that appeared completely empty, invisible "air walls" would suddenly manifest, repeatedly placing him in mortal peril. More than once, he only narrowly escaped disaster by unleashing a sudden, explosive burst of *zhenqi* (internal energy).
Although he had managed to attain a "flawless body" (*wulou zhishen*) by using the last third of his remaining *dantian* repair fluid, his *dantian*—the reservoir of his internal energy—could no longer withstand the same level of power it once held at his peak. He had barely managed to cross the threshold into Level 5.
While his martial arts cultivation still allowed him to exert combat strength equivalent to a high-tier Level 5, the suppression within this "Grotto-Heaven" realm remained a formidable obstacle. Furthermore, every time he channeled his *zhenqi* throughout his body, his weakened *dantian* suffered a severe, jarring impact. Luo Shaowen had clearly discerned this, intentionally goading him into explosive outbursts to drain his remaining reserves.
Yet, Li Dong had no other choice; seeing Sister Lanyan and Sister Zhiran being ravished right before his eyes made it impossible for him to remain calm. As her womb received a thick, heavy load of semen, Zhao Zhiran reached another climax. A mixture of slick, erotic fluids and yellowish seminal plasma gushed out—she even experienced a brief, involuntary spurt of urine, which trickled down along her smooth, supple buttocks.
Her delicate body went completely limp, drained of all strength; she had, in fact, fainted from the intensity of the fucking.
With a sharp thrust of his hips, Luo Shaowen withdrew his thick, rigid cock from her tender pussy—now swollen, engorged, and flushed a deep, vibrant red.
Zhiran's plump, fleshy labia remained wide open, the soft, honeyed folds pulsing rhythmically as if breathing. Though ravaged and flushed, the petals still looked as delicate and translucent as polished agate—vivid, crimson, and alluring.