Suppressing the throbbing, almost unbearable sensation from his penis, the man's arms passed under her armpits, rubbing against her overflowing, rounded breasts, as he continued to thrust forcefully.
The sounds of flesh slapping together blended together. His thick, reddened penis, as if tempered by fire, pierced her tender anus, making it swell and turn her snowy buttocks a pale red, the waves of flesh rippling with a poignant crimson.
Finally, the man thrust harder and harder more than ten times, each time to the hilt. His penis was covered in a sticky, oily secretion from her intestinal walls, exceptionally slippery, almost like a thick layer of honey that couldn't be washed off.
Suddenly, the man slammed down on her snowy buttocks, his thick, arm-sized member penetrating her once more to the hilt. This time, however, he didn't lift it. Instead, he hissed, his back arching, his buttocks tense and trembling, his fist-sized scrotum, dark red and contracting… Any man would understand what he was doing.
Watching this scene, I clenched my fists inwardly, but a sense of utter helplessness washed over me. Waves of dizziness, eerily similar to a headache, washed over me, as if a memory was flashing through my mind: a pure, shy, and alluring young girl in a white dress.
She was bent over, her hands behind her back, her budding breasts slightly pushing up her dress, their tips pert and upturned, possessing a unique, pure, and graceful charm. Her cheeks were flushed, her beauty indescribable.
"You big fool, are you staring?"
A strong throbbing surged within me, but that figure vanished like a bubble in the flow of my memory, gradually… merging with the naked, alluring figure on the bed. After ejaculating, the man on the bed seemed still immersed in the wonderful embrace of her anus, reluctant to withdraw. In the lingering afterglow of orgasm, his hands rested loosely on either side of the beauty's snowy breasts, his chest pressed against her smooth, alabaster back. He intertwined their necks, their ears close, and once again found her lips for a sweet, passionate, wet kiss.
"Squeak, mmm~ smack."
After a long while, their wet lips parted. The beauty buried her head in the pillow, suddenly murmuring dreamily, "Ugh... you silly goose... I'm so sleepy... is it time for you to leave again...?"
The man on his back was slightly startled, only then noticing that the strange incense wafting around them had become even stronger. Even though he had taken a neutralizing drug beforehand, he felt a strange dizziness.
He cursed inwardly. It seemed there was no room for luck after all.
The beauty's voice grew softer and softer, until finally she let out a sweet "Mmm" and tilted her head to sleep, her breathing even and moist, like a delicate begonia after a rain shower.
The man turned the beauty's body around, pressing his chest against her round, perky breasts, and kissed her red lips again, lingering there reluctantly for a long time before getting up. His naked body was covered in sweat and semen, glistening with moisture, his penis slightly drooping, yet still like a swollen, fleshy snake, covered in whitish nectar, wet and glistening, exceptionally erotic.
The man went into the bathroom and began to wash himself.
But I was puzzled; the dream showed no signs of ending. Hearing the irritating sound of the shower, the man emerged wrapped in a towel.
He glanced one last time at the perfect female body lying on the bed, opened the door, and walked out.
At that moment, the "viewpoint," which had been stuck, suddenly loosened, allowing me to "drift" forward.
Was this a continuation of a dream?
Following the man to the door, I felt an invisible barrier preventing me from "going out."
Fortunately, the door wasn't completely closed; a crack remained. Outside wasn't the expected corridor, but another room.
It resembled a living room, furnished with several sofas, exquisitely and grandly.
The man who had come out hadn't left but stood in the room. From my angle, I could only see half his body, while another voice emanated from within. Clearly, there were others present.
"...Hehe, how is it?"
The other voice was deep and magnetic, seemingly not young, yet possessing a strangely approachable allure, drawing one in instinctively to listen to what he had to say.
The man paused, savoring the moment, then spoke in a smug tone, as if he'd just finished smoking opium: "I originally thought Tang...Zhao...was the most perfect woman in the world, but I never imagined there would be a woman like Luo...."
"It was so comfortable, so beautiful. If I could experience it again, I'd be willing to shorten my lifespan by a few years."
Another voice chuckled, saying, "As long as you're willing to work for me, such opportunities will be plentiful."
"Won't...make me...do anything detrimental to the country..." The man seemed to hesitate, then the other voice suddenly deepened, filled with a friendly and seductive tone, "You're overthinking it. The Luo family is law-abiding; how could they possibly do anything harmful to the country?" "Feelings?"
"Besides, think about it, do superhumans need to be bound by race or nation?"
"We are a completely new kind of humanity. Superhumans, no, evolved beings are more suitable."
"In ancient times, we would be transcendent prophets, wise men, heroes, leaders, able to guide the ignorant masses towards a brighter path."
"But the world today, heh... lacks such a stage. I simply want to recreate such a stage."
"A stage where new humanity can roam freely."
The voice carried an unusual persuasiveness. Frankly, even if it were a blatant lie, many would believe it, let alone with such a gentle, approachable, and logical argument.
The man seemed convinced, or perhaps he had given himself a plausible excuse. A hint of greed crept into his voice: "Then... Tang... how could she possibly..."
The voice suddenly became mysterious, elusive: "You don't need to worry about that..." The man swallowed hard and nodded.
Hearing these incoherent, meaningless words, I felt a strange, tingling sensation in my heart, as if something had gripped it.
It seemed something extremely important to me was being coveted and threatened. An anxiety welled up inside me, but I didn't know where this anxiety came from…
The urgency to regain my memories intensified.
"Hmm?"
"Something seems to be watching?"
"Heh, a petty trick."
Suddenly, my "perspective" jolted violently, my consciousness seemingly pulled back, compressed into a tiny dot.
The next moment, I sprang to my feet with a cry of "Ah!" I was still in that bedroom; it felt like only a short time had passed.
I wiped the fine sweat from my forehead, feeling a chill on my back, and my whole body trembled inexplicably.
"I must find clues to recover my memories as soon as possible."
After all, in this situation, I can't pinpoint the source of these strange feelings, only feel anxious and worried. I have a feeling that if this continues, something irreversible might happen.
I stood by the window. It was the darkest time of night, and I didn't know when dawn would arrive. Although as long as the sun exists, it will eventually pierce the darkness and rise brightly, I didn't know when I would see that glimmer of light…