Li Dong had never harbored any lewd fantasies about Lan Yan.
It wasn't that she lacked allure—on the contrary, her feminine charm was nothing short of extraordinary. Her bell-shaped breasts—taut, rounded, and generously full—paired with legs of such slender, shapely perfection that they defied imagination, embodied the very pinnacle of feminine appeal.
No one else could so seamlessly blend the graceful curves of a woman with such a formidable physique; she was as agile as a female leopard, as commanding and heroic as a Valkyrie.
Yet, she possessed an intensely independent and self-reliant spirit. Surrounded by men, she never once let her gender become an issue, nor did she ever seek special treatment because of it.
Consequently, Li Dong's feelings for her went beyond mere admiration—they were rooted in deep respect. Their bond had subtly evolved past that of simple companions; there was a faint, unspoken undercurrent of intimacy between them, punctuated by the occasional, boundary-blurring touch in their daily lives.
The subtle, feminine grace she occasionally revealed was, in truth, devastatingly potent.
It stirred a sense of guilt in him, as if he were defiling a Valkyrie—a fierce, battle-hardened warrior who, in those rare moments, would betray a naive, maiden-like innocence that left one utterly spellbound.
Every shared moment, every small detail from their past, had nurtured a beautiful affection between them—something so pure and exquisite that it was worth savoring for a lifetime.
That is precisely why the scene before his eyes dealt such a staggering blow.
Beneath the massive, throbbing cock of his uncle, Luo Shaowen, Lan Yan seemed to have shed her armor of strength, independence, and confidence. Stripped bare, she revealed a core of profound, vulnerable femininity—exposed and defenseless as she endured the violation. "Sister Lanyan..."
Even as danger loomed, Li Dong found his mind drifting—not for the first time in this battle.
As his uncle, Luo Shaowen knew him all too well, understanding exactly which vulnerabilities to strike.
What might seem like a mere, fleeting moment of distraction to an ordinary person proved fatal in a clash of this caliber. In that split second, the two bodies—locked in a raw, carnal embrace—surged forward.
Before Li Dong could fully regain his focus, Luo Shaowen's thick, powerful leg whipped upward. The movement lifted the buttocks of the woman, Lanyan, causing his massive cock to partially withdraw; as it pulled back, it dragged the plump, delicate labia—resembling the petals of an orchid—wide open, revealing layers of tender, rose-hued flesh.
Amidst a spray of white fluid, the leg—reeking of a heady, musky, and lewd fragrance—slammed into Li Dong.
*Bam!*
Still-warm, viscous fluids splattered across him. He barely managed to shield his face before the force of the kick sent him hurtling toward the ground like a cannonball.
As he crashed into the crater, Li Dong felt his blood roil and stars dance before his eyes. Luo Shaowen, in this state of explosive power, possessed a physical strength rivaling Lanyan's—approaching the level of a Level 5 "Enhancement" type—granting him an overwhelming advantage in this space.
A bolt of golden lightning, laced with streaks of black, struck toward him. It instantly entangled with Li Dong's own flawless "Pure Yang" energy; though they shared a common origin, they clashed like sworn, irreconcilable enemies—annihilating one another at an astonishing speed the moment they met. Bursting through the swirling dust, the figure—bearing a woman's body—descended, a foot stomping toward Li Dong, who still lay in the crater. *Riiip!*
Amidst a sharp, piercing whistle through the air, a massive foot and a pair of plump, rounded buttocks—pierced by a colossal phallus—plummeted downward. Gritting his teeth, Li Dong strained his aching, numb body, managing to roll just far enough aside.
*BOOM!*
Luo Shaowen's foot crushed the ground where Li Dong had been, shattering it as easily as if it were tofu; the force of the impact drove the woman's body—Lan Yan's—plunging downward with even greater intensity.
Rolling to the side, Li Dong watched helplessly as Lan Yan's ample, rounded buttocks sank low. A sharp, high-pitched cry escaped her, accompanied by a wet, sticky, and heavy *squelch*—the sound of flesh pressing tightly against flesh.
Luo Shaowen's obscenely thick cock plunged deep inside, nearly burying its entire length, sending a spray of thick, white fluid scattering.
Tang Lan Yan's head snapped back, her hazy, beautiful eyes widening, glistening with moisture as she let out a high-pitched moan. With that heavy, downward thrust, the fully-inserted phallus drove deep into the very core of her womanhood.
At the same time, the testicles within Luo Shaowen's scrotum contracted violently, twitching visibly—a clear sign that a torrent of potent, thick semen was being pumped into the deepest recesses of Lan Yan's delicate body.
"Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…!"
The beauty, looking like a piece of fine jade skewered upon that massive cock, felt her rounded, upturned buttocks tremble uncontrollably. Overwhelmed to the point of losing her senses, she let out a series of cries—part heart-wrenching wail, part unrestrained, lascivious moan. Witnessing his uncle, Luo Shaowen, ejaculating inside Tang Lanyan, Li Dong felt his mind reel. A complex, indescribable surge of emotions—mingled with white-hot rage—boiled within him, making his blood surge.
"Let go of Lanyan!"
In that instant, he teetered once more on the brink of a "berserk" state. His latent potential was unleashed, and a golden aura erupted around his body. He shot up from the ground with speed far exceeding anything he had shown before—his power visibly surging.
The only drawback was that his cock, stimulated by the intense, aching sensation, stood at rigid attention—harder than usual, yet far more prone to premature release, just as had happened moments earlier while in Shen Weiwei's mouth.
It was clearly a side effect, but Li Dong had no time to care about that now. With a roar, he charged straight at Luo Shaowen.
Luo Shaowen, still holding Tang Lanyan—one hand gripping her ample, rounded buttock—pulled his other hand free to engage Li Dong.
In this "berserk" state, Li Dong's strength was significantly amplified; though, in terms of raw physical prowess, Luo Shaowen still held the advantage.
However, because Luo Shaowen was in the midst of ejaculating deep within Tang Lanyan—his spine tingling as her vaginal walls convulsed and gripped him—he was momentarily distracted. Li Dong, fueled by pure, vengeful fury, seized the initiative.
In the ensuing clash, Luo Shaowen faltered; Li Dong managed to wrap one arm around Tang Lanyan's slender waist, while his other arm lunged toward Luo Shaowen's head.
He intended to deliver a devastating blow while Luo Shaowen was preoccupied with the struggle. Unexpectedly, Luo Shaowen decisively parted Tang Lanyan's slender, jade-like legs and pulled back. As his thick, substantial cock withdrew, the climax-gripped, honeyed flesh clung to it, stretching outward; the plump labia unfurled completely, and the delicate, translucent, pinkish vaginal tissue was pulled along with it in successive folds.
When the engorged, crimson-swollen glans—nearly the size of a goose egg—finally slid free, a thick, viscous jet of fluid erupted—the remainder of his potent seed.
Like a white, liquid arrow, the semen surged forth, striking straight into the still-gaping slit of her sex.