Unlike China, where it was pitch black, on the other side of the world, it was dazzling daylight.
After a long flight, a private plane finally arrived at one of its destinations: an African island nation.
On the endless ocean lay a string of barren islands, a tiny country so small it wasn't even bothering to be marked on a map.
However, it boasted a very luxurious airport, receiving numerous dignitaries from all over the world daily. But this place had neither inexhaustible oil reserves nor advanced technology; it was just an ordinary string of islands in the Pacific Ocean.
Even this so-called "nation" seemed more like a manipulated puppet, everything orchestrated and controlled by someone behind the scenes.
And this country, with no international standing or presence, yet permeated the upper echelons of Europe and America, possessed a very famous name.
"The world's largest open-air club."
Here, even if you take the wrong turn, you might encounter a politician, a tycoon, or even a president from some country. Those once-respectable politicians are now remarkably uninhibited, completely naked, with equally naked or barely clothed female companions—from young girls to mature women, even pedophiles.
Facilities for sexual intercourse are everywhere—along the roadside, on the beach, and in the water: waterbeds, lounge chairs, sex toys. When the mood strikes, you can easily lie down and comfortably have sex, without even needing to bring anything with you.
Because of the naked, dark-skinned local Black waiters, each with an enormous penis like a donkey's, walking around carrying trays filled not only with drinks and alcohol, but also various condoms. If that wasn't enough, birth control pills and all sorts of potent drugs to enhance male potential were readily available…
Even to demonstrate the effects of these drugs, the large penises of the passing Black men were erect, almost reaching their navels, swaying like bananas and carrots with each step. These Black men on the island, who had only recently entered civilization, maintained a more primitive state, and their penises were larger than those of Black people in the Americas.
They resembled donkeys and horses more than human genitalia.
Of course, besides these, there were also beautiful women from all over the world, with skin of varying colors, including a few Black girls, all with hot bodies, completely naked, their nipples swaying as they walked, occasionally revealing their genitals.
Copulation and unrestrained desire were the main themes here.
As for leaks, there's absolutely no need to worry. In that person's global network, this is merely a small node. Anyone attempting to reveal information or secretly expose it will ultimately face... a truly shocking end.
From government organizations, the "beacon of the world," to the mafia rooted everywhere, everyone is involved in the cover-up, resorting to murder and cover-ups, like a terrifying net enveloping everything.
Therefore, here, political figures and the wealthy dare to openly expose themselves naked, indulging in the release of their lust...
The private jet stopped at the end of the long runway, the cabin door opened, and a rush of long-awaited fresh air flooded in.
Zhao Ziran opened her sleepy eyes, her face showing a trace of melancholy and weariness, even her dark pupils held a hint of fatigue and dimness. This was almost unheard of in her previous research work.
With unparalleled comprehension and a photographic memory, any difficult subject was practically effortless for her… Just as Luo Ming had expected, what would be extremely difficult for others, Zhao Ziran could grasp perfectly in the time it took to urinate.
Even her labia might not be completely dry yet…
However, being fucked was more exhausting for the beauty than those difficult subjects… Especially since her exceptionally sensitive body amplified the pleasure to an extreme, burning like fire, while her nipples, which throbbed even at the touch of air, were roughly sucked and played with, sending a numbing, pain-like pleasure, like snakes gnawing at her bones, spreading throughout her body.
Her vulva was equally sensitive. Even in her teenage years, when she couldn't use slightly coarse tissues to wipe her vulva, Zhao Ziran was aware of her sensitivity… She could immediately detect even the slightest difference in texture between the two delicate labia minora and a fine, moist tissue.
After losing her virginity, Luo Shaoheng and his son Luo Ming practically took turns, relentlessly fucking her—no, in reality, only she was relentlessly fucking. Occasionally, the two of them would work together, filling her from both ends.
However, most of the time, one of them would rest while the other fucked her.
Each time she was given a break was only a few minutes to a half hour, sometimes twenty minutes. This relentless rape, lasting over ten hours, had long since dulled her of the pain of losing her virginity; all that remained was swelling, pain, and a burning, snake-bite-like sensation. Even so, each time she was penetrated, the pain was tempered by an indescribable, tingling pleasure.
Spring water quickly moistened the fleshy stem, making thrusting as smooth as a virgin's, yet producing an excessive amount of white fluid, leaving Luo Ming and his son astonished…
The consequence of the soaked fabric sofa and the entire plane being filled with the rich, sweet scent of love fluid, like orchids and musk, honey and slightly rotten fruit, was… quite obviously, Zhao Zhiran was dehydrated.
There was also the physical exhaustion from not eating for so long. The Luo family father and son, to prevent Zhao Zhiran from thinking, hadn't provided her with any food or even a drop of water throughout the journey.
Only when entwined with a man's lips could she find a trace of moisture.
And what she didn't know was that her sister, thousands of miles away, had faced the same situation… The difference was that the black man's saliva allowed Tang Lanyan to successfully defeat her opponent and escape, but Zhao Zhiran was the complete opposite. Not only was she stranded on the plane with nowhere to go, but even this small "supply" of water filled her with unspeakable sorrow and shame.
During the French kiss, the man remained completely still, leaving all the actions to Zhao Ziran. Her lips, more delicate than flowers, covered his, murmuring and sucking. Her pink tongue shyly probed his tightly pressed lips, barely managing to get a sliver of moisture.
Her tender tongue was also gently nibbled by his teeth. With each scrape of saliva she tasted, she was sucked and sipped until she lost even more of her own saliva, the saliva swirling in her mouth, indistinguishable from her own.
Finally, Ziran could only tilt her head back and open her beautifully shaped, small, cherry-like lips, her fragrant tongue trembling slightly within, accepting the "gift" of the man's drooling tongue.
But before her tongue could even fully lick the surface, a thick, hot rod entered her mouth. The large, mushroom-shaped head parted her tender, cherry-like lips, unusually moist—the juices from her previous encounter hadn't even dried completely—before it was deeply thrust into her mouth.
Finally, the scalding, thick semen gave her the largest and most concentrated sip of "water" she'd had since boarding the plane.
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and a figure walked in.
Since being fucked by Tang Lin outside, the father and son had locked her inside. Although extreme weariness and exhaustion had somewhat distorted her sense of time since the last time, Zhao Ziran's photographic memory allowed her to calculate time down to the millisecond under normal circumstances. The speed at which her thoughts flashed and analyzed was unmatched by ordinary people.
Luo Ming only knew that the girl had gone to the toilet, her labia still wet, and had solved his problem. Little did he know how many times she had precisely simulated it in her mind. Therefore, she could roughly estimate how much time had passed; it seemed… about one or two hours had passed since her tender orifice was last filled.
The semen was slightly dried up, which would have been impossible before.
The momentary glare made her close her eyes slightly, her cherry lips unconsciously pursing slightly, a hint of saliva arising in her mouth… Having been thirsty for so long, even the thick, slightly bitter semen became something to salivate over.
When the beauty saw who had entered, it was indeed Luo Ming, holding a shimmering silver chain with a collar.
Zhao Ziran sensed something was amiss, but before she could even muster the energy to analyze it, Luo Ming chuckled and said, "Zhao, my talented lady, weren't you hungry and thirsty?"
"I'll take you to an all-you-can-eat buffet."
Zhao Ziran was startled. The man had already stepped forward and placed a collar around her long, swan-like neck. "Crawl down and come with me."