Not long after, Li Dong suddenly heard a sound.
"Mmm… ngh… *squelch*… *squelch*…"
It sounded like Sister Lan Yan—she was moaning, her voice laced with a mix of distress, seductive allure, and unfulfilled desire.
Li Dong opened his eyes slightly; his mind was still a bit hazy from the extreme physical exhaustion he had endured.
The wet, sticky sounds echoed in his ears, interwoven with Sister Lan Yan's soft, melodic moans. Following the noise, he realized he was still wrapped in an embrace with her.
Looking downward, he immediately saw one of her fair, delicate hands resting upon her own full, rounded left breast, pinching and gently twisting the engorged, crimson-hued nipple.
And the wet, squelching sounds were coming from even further down…
Beyond the curve of her breasts, between her parted, shapely legs, a slender, fair hand was caressing her intimate folds.
Her middle and ring fingers were buried deep within the plush, fleshy labia—sunk in up to the second knuckle—probing and digging rhythmically. Occasionally, her index finger would flick and rub against the sensitive, engorged clitoris at the top of her sex.
Every time she pressed or rubbed that spot, Sister Lan Yan's reaction was intense; her ample breasts heaved violently, and she let out sharp, hurried gasps and moans.
Sister Lan Yan was… masturbating.
She seemed a bit clumsy, as if she had never done this before, yet she possessed an extraordinary capacity to adapt to her own body. Before his very eyes, she grew increasingly adept—moving beyond simple probing to rhythmic, shallow, and rapid thrusting. "Squelch, squelch, squelch…"
A faint, continuous, wet, and viscous sound echoed as thin, translucent, pink, and sticky membranes moved in and out, following the rhythm of Sister Lan Yan's fingers.
"*Shlup*…" At some point, the sound shifted, becoming even thicker and wetter.
"Nngh…" Sister Lan Yan's moan suddenly rose in pitch and lengthened, laced with a hint of a sob.
Her fingers moved with increasing intensity; the wet sounds turned into a steady, rhythmic *shlup-shlup*. Thick, milky-white fluid gushed out from between her fingers, dampening a patch on the bed in the blink of an eye.
Sister Lan Yan's fingers thrust in and out with such rapid, sharp intensity—almost like a vibration—that white fluid sprayed out like a fine mist.
The wet, squelching sounds grew more frantic. After a few moments, Sister Lan Yan's legs shuddered violently, snapping open and shut twice. She then swiftly withdrew her fingers from her honeyed slit, pulling long, sticky white strands along with them.
Her labia pulsed rapidly, and the small, fleshy opening—resembling a cluster of sea anemones—contracted and expanded in quick succession. As the tiny, tender orifice flared open, a surge of white fluid erupted with forceful, rapid pulses. The intimate nectar trickled down, dripping bit by bit along her trembling, snow-white thighs.
Accompanied by her hurried, tear-choked gasps, the fluid spurted out in several successive bursts, leaving a large, messy stain across the bedsheets.
Sister Lan Yan had reached climax through masturbation…
As the breathing in the room finally settled into a quiet, steady rhythm, the intensity of the moment—which had stirred Li Dong's own emotions—gradually ebbed away, eventually finding calm in sync with Sister Lan Yan's own steadying breath. After a while, Li Dong got out of bed—his first opportunity to examine his surroundings since waking up.
He discovered that the room was incredibly luxurious and spacious, yet it was clearly not on solid ground.
A faint, constant swaying beneath his feet betrayed his location: he was aboard a ship—a vessel of immense tonnage. Even on the calmest seas, there is always some degree of motion; the smaller the ship, the more pronounced that movement becomes.
The swaying here, however, was so subtle that an ordinary person would likely never notice it.
Li Dong had once carried out a mission aboard a cruise ship displacing over a hundred thousand tons, yet the vessel he was on now felt even larger. Approaching what appeared to be a wall, he realized it was actually a massive floor-to-ceiling window, concealed behind a set of blinds.
As he drew near, the blinds retracted automatically, accompanied by a soft, synthesized voice:
"Please enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Dragon Palace."
Before him, a breathtaking vista unfolded—an endless expanse of azure water beneath a clear, pristine sky.
Li Dong's suspicion was confirmed: he was indeed on a ship—a truly colossal one.
The spot where he stood was evidently the best location on the entire vessel, offering an exceptionally expansive view. Furthermore, Li Dong noted that this ship—if it could even be called a cruise ship—was unlike any he had ever encountered before. The expansive decks were painted an oceanic azure, adorned with clusters of colorful coral. The swimming pool—more akin to a vast aquarium—teemed with sea turtles and fish drifting leisurely about. Light shimmered and danced off the coral, the rippling water creating the illusion that one was truly submerged on the ocean floor.
Beyond this, there were pavilions and structures embellished with seashells, tortoiseshell, and coral. With their upturned eaves and intricate bracket systems, they looked for all the world like a dragon palace floating upon the sea.
Yet, the ship seemed nearly deserted. Aside from a few shapely women lounging by the pool—or rather, the aquarium—dressed in scant attire that revealed expanses of fair skin, there was not another soul to be seen.
Clearly, this was no commercial cruise ship.
Li Dong posed a question to the ship's AI management system. However, the AI's function was strictly limited to vessel operations; beyond confirming their current coordinates—somewhere on the high seas—it could provide no further answers.
In particular, it could not satisfy the question weighing most heavily on Li Dong's mind: who exactly had rescued them and brought them aboard?
"The Master is on his way; your questions can be answered then."
Li Dong waited for this "Master." A short while later, an electronic door slid open, and a tall young man stepped inside.