Li Dong pulled the sodden bundle of cloth aside and wedged it against the labia. As he let go, the elastic fabric snapped back against the inner thigh with a sharp *thwack*, sending a few droplets of white fluid flying—nearly splashing onto Li Dong's own face.
An aphrodisiac scent surged toward him, triggering an immediate, intense physical reaction in his own groin; yet, he found himself unable to look away.
He had never before seen Sister Lan Yan's private parts in such a drenched state.
Tang Lan Yan was entirely indifferent to the nuances of sexual dynamics. Even when surrounded by a group of naked, virile men, she remained completely unfazed.
In her view, the only real difference between men and women was biological; beyond that, there should be no distinction. As a warrior, she believed that gender had no place in defining one's identity or relationship to others.
Tang Lan Yan led by example—she could strip completely bare in front of her male teammates without a hint of self-consciousness, her body remaining entirely dry.
The sole exception was Li Dong.
Only in his presence would Tang Lan Yan reveal a glimpse of her feminine side. While she didn't mind being seen by others during communal bathing, she drew a firm line elsewhere.
If anyone dared to look where they shouldn't or attempted inappropriate contact—such as during training—she would immediately shut them down. The number of men who had been sent flying by her kicks was, quite literally, too high to count.
For the other teammates at the base, the "most intimate" contact they could ever hope to experience with Tang Lan Yan was the sensation of her bare foot connecting with their faces as she sent them soaring through the air.
Only with Li Dong—whether they were sparring, out on a mission, or simply spending time alone—did Tang Lan Yan never once shy away from close, physical contact. What nearly tore away the veil between them was the fact that, whenever an urgent situation arose—requiring the application of medicine or bandaging—Tang Lanyan would always turn to him…
Take that time she needed her thigh bandaged; it was something she could have easily handled herself, yet she chose to slowly spread her long, shapely legs before him.
Between the rapid, heaving rise and fall of her soft breasts, her completely unguarded posture, and the faint, rosy flush upon her lovely face…
This went far beyond the requirements of a simple medical dressing—it was practically a declaration of love, delivered in the unique, bold style of a warrior queen.
Yet, even in such moments of intense passion, she had never been this wet in his presence. In the past, her labia would, at most, take on a faint, dewy sheen—never once becoming so saturated that the space between her lips was completely drenched.
The contrast with her current state was stark. For some reason, Li Dong's mind drifted back to the image of his uncle's thick, heavy cock thrusting deep inside Sister Lanyan—to the way a thick, white, milky fluid would overflow, much like the slurry spilling from a soy-milk grinder…
Could it be that his uncle had fundamentally changed her?
He loathed to admit it, yet he was forced to face the truth…
Could he ever truly purge the influence his uncle had left behind, deep within her body?
Suppressing the turmoil in his mind, he stripped off his clothes. With his cock—swollen and flushed a deep, throbbing red—he slowly approached her honeyed slit.
"Mmm… hnn…"
As his glans pressed against her, her plump, fleshy labia parted, and Li Dong felt as if two tiny, soft mouths had emerged—one on either side—to envelop him. A sensation of wet, dense, sticky heat enveloped him—thick, fleshy walls pressed inward, accompanied by the subtle, rhythmic pulsing of the opening. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through his lower back; Li Dong let out a sharp hiss and froze in place.
After catching his breath for a few moments, Li Dong braced his hands against Tang Lanyan's thighs. Engaging his hips and glutes, he began to push forward—his glans, swaddled in the slick, creamy secretions coating her labia, inching steadily toward the entrance of her passage.
The first thing he noticed was the tightness—an almost impossible degree of constriction, even with every fold of her opening saturated in thick, viscous fluid. It felt as though he were forcibly carving a path through living, yielding flesh.
This path was a treacherous, winding labyrinth, full of complex folds and tight, recessed curves. Then came the sensation of being gripped and ground—as if a sea anemone, composed of countless overlapping, fleshy petals, had coiled itself around his glans, constantly squeezing, pinching, and nibbling at it.
With every rhythmic contraction, a myriad of soft, fleshy ridges brushed against his glans. Under the intense pressure of her vaginal walls, the texture of each individual fold was felt with startling clarity—at once like delicate, supple velvet and the rolling, surging motion of a wave.
"Haa…"
Li Dong's glutes tightened instantly. His glans had gone numb—a state of numbness mingled with a sharp, tingling ache that brought with it an overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure.
He took a deep breath, fighting to keep his legs from buckling, and pushed deeper into the tight, hidden depths.
As he drove further in, the vaginal walls grew even hotter and slicker. The powerful, involuntary spasms, the rhythmic writhing, and the tight, enveloping grip—it was almost too much; it felt as though his cock were beginning to melt away inside her. "Sister Lan Yan... I..."
Looking down at his cock—only half-inserted—he desperately wanted to push further, but it had gone completely rigid, overwhelmed by an intense, agonizingly pleasurable sensation.
If he moved even a centimeter more, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his climax. Yet, he fought to restrain himself; this was his first time with Sister Lan Yan, and he didn't want it to end so hastily.
A flicker of confusion crossed Tang Lan Yan's beautiful eyes. She didn't understand why Xiao Dong had stopped. A growing, surging heat within her only deepened the hazy, dazed look on her face; it felt as though countless tiny ants were crawling inside her honeyed passage, creating an unbearable, tingling itch.
Unable to help herself, she extended her long, slender legs, wrapping them around Li Dong's waist like a pair of snow-white serpents.
"Ah...!"
The cry escaped Li Dong's lips as his entire length slid deep into her honeyed depths. Instantly, the soft, supple flesh within gripped him tight, enveloping his cock completely.
From base to tip, Li Dong felt his member go entirely numb—a complex, overwhelming wave of sensations: soft, aching, sharp, and intensely pleasurable.
His defenses, which he had fought so hard to maintain, collapsed like a floodgate bursting open. There was no holding back, no resistance left; his cock began to convulse violently, pumping jet after jet of semen deep into her passage.