"What...what's going on?"
The girl's soft, snow-covered vulva was completely hairless, like the finest jade or ivory. Her labia majora were tinged with a rosy blush, as if a touch of cherry blossom sap had been added to her jade gate.
Two labia minora, like orchid petals, peeked out from behind her honeyed lips, as beautiful as a crimson hibiscus or a butterfly spreading its wings.
But what left the deepest impression was the pungent, musky scent, a fresh, slightly tingling fragrance, less intense than blood or sweat, like plum blossoms complementing aged honey, or the bursting flesh of a fruit—its aroma was exceptionally aphrodisiac.
Unconsciously, Jiang Yingji's legs slightly clamped together, rubbing together with a barely perceptible movement.
And exposing her genitals to Aunt Yingji, Xue Tang's face flushed slightly, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.
Her vulva was far too sensitive. One must know that a person with an inherently Yin constitution is naturally prone to arousal, and this was further amplified by the Muse and the Lustful Mark.
Now, Yu Tang's lower body was so sensitive that even the slightest change in air temperature or the movement of air currents would cause it to swell and turn red like a peony, with a slight tingling and aching sensation.
Aunt Yingji's warm, fragrant breath as she spoke made Yu Tang bite her lip, almost letting out a soft moan.
Her gait was like that of a shy, quiet lady from a modest family; she even had to pant after every few steps.
This wasn't because her body was truly weak, but because walking on her vulva felt as smooth as oil, and even the slightest friction would produce an electric-like, tingling pleasure.
"Aunt Yingji, I think... I encountered a perverted superhuman."
Tears welled in Yu Tang's eyes, her delicate red lips were bitten until they turned white, and a blush clung to her cheeks. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she spoke, but her beautiful eyes never wavered.
Her expression—like a well-behaved girl who had been violated, a mixture of grievance, unease, and shyness, yet also a heart-wrenching strength—would move even the most hard-hearted person, let alone someone she cherished.
Who could hurt such a beautiful, pure, gentle, and sincere girl, like a flower?
Truly, a beast!
Jiang Yingji gently bit her red lips. She softly stroked Yu Tang's thigh, guiding her to close her legs... but in the instant the petals closed, Yu Tang almost cried out.
The young girl's body, endowed with triple sensitivity, was incredibly sensitive. Even just exposing her vulva to others caused a slight, electric-like pain, as if being caressed by a gaze.
Feeling Yu Tang's trembling, Jiang Yingji felt even more tenderness and gently embraced Yu Tang's exquisite body.
A pair of soft, plump, large breasts pressed against Yu Tang's jade-like breasts through the thin, gossamer-like nightgown.
Both pairs of breasts were equally beautiful in terms of softness, plumpness, and moisture; though different in size, neither was superior.
The Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji, had the advantage of being firmer, plumper, rounder, and larger, full like a mountain peak.
Yu Tang, however, had the advantage of being light and perky, proudly erect, like a jade peak rising from an inverted jade bowl.
If someone were nearby, they would witness this beautiful sight: two pairs of beautiful breasts, one large and one small, pressed together, full and overflowing, the larger one's flesh spilling out from under her armpit, straining against her thin nightgown.
The smaller one, round and perky, its flesh firmer than the larger one, gently kneaded against her as they rubbed together, the larger breast enveloping the smaller one, their cleavage meeting, blending seamlessly without overshadowing each other, creating ripples with the slightest movement.
Amidst the pressure of their sensitive areas, a soft, sweet moan escaped from one of them, arousing the blood.
This beautiful scene, however, was entirely captured by a dark, non-reflective pinhole camera.
In a dimly lit corner of a room in the Yingluo Manor, the light from a screen flickered, illuminating an old, wooden face, as expressionless as a playing card.
The scene projected on the screen was unfolding in the living room. The high-resolution, zoomable hidden camera not only captured the entirety of Jiang Yingji's breasts, but also clearly showed the full, rounded contours of her breasts and the alluring, faint blue veins beneath her fair, rosy skin.
In fact, not only the living room, but the entire villa where Jiang Yingji lived, including most of the private areas she frequented, was equipped with hidden cameras.
Whether it was the Shanghai Queen's scenes with her "dolls" for relaxation, the occasional delicate fingers caressing her vulva, her chest arching and moaning, or the erotic scenes of bathing and using the toilet, everything was meticulously recorded here.
Including her recent passionate lovemaking with Xiang Anping…
But no matter what, nothing could arouse even the slightest ripple in Zhang Zichen's body. This was not because he lacked desire.
In fact, those who are "Corpse-Dissolving Immortals" are the ones who most crave a close connection with the flesh, enjoying the vibrant desires and impulses of life.
They are not the otherworldly "Soldier-Dissolving Immortals," those who attempt to exist in the world through weapons and artifacts cultivated through the exchange of life and death. Over the long course of time, all aspects of their humanity have been eroded.
Even when driven by the Queen of Shanghai's "exorcism" methods, they cannot regain their sanity; they are merely trump cards for slaughter.
In truth, those who wander the garden all night like lost ghosts were mostly renowned swordsmen hundreds of years ago, now only able to numbly obey the Queen of Shanghai's commands, devoid of any independent consciousness.
But they are different. Because their bodies retain the most of their original fire, reincarnation is possible. And because their souls are adrift and without anchor, their desire for naked carnal desire is even stronger than that of the living.
However, the Queen of Shanghai's methods were far too sophisticated. Using a unique exorcism technique, she bound them tightly to these naturally vegetative bodies, manipulating them like puppets.
For them, the intense desires deep within their souls were imprisoned within their utterly weakened bodies, like candles flickering in the wind.
This was undoubtedly like stuffing the soul of an elephant into the body of an ant; the feeling of being unable to stretch out, of extreme suffocation, was utterly maddening.
Just like Zhang Zichen's current body, which was actually only in his forties, yet felt weaker than a normal seventy-year-old, even witnessing the Queen of Shanghai's naked body, he would have absolutely no chance of achieving an erection.
He was practically a living eunuch, but his soul was a different story altogether, almost tormented by boiling desire and lust...
Driven by instinct, unless summoned, Zhang Zichen spent all his time in this room, glued to the screen, watching the flawless, exquisitely beautiful body of the Shanghai Queen—a body that perfectly balanced voluptuousness and slenderness, maturity and youth.
That rounded, concave waist, those snow-white, plump buttocks, those full, firm, teardrop-shaped breasts... the cherry-pink nipples like a young girl's, the mounds between her legs like a little girl's—each sight stirred his heart and made his blood boil.
But Zhang Zichen looked down at his small, dark penis, his face expressionless.
Faced with this torment, some did choose to rebel against Jiang Yingji, but under the unique exorcism magic of the Queen of Shanghai, all resistance was futile. A single glance from her could render them immobile, and even a fleeting glimpse of defiance would result in their souls being scattered.
They were practically slaves under her spell, forever controlled by Jiang Yingji as long as they couldn't escape their current predicament.
Of course, as the most patient and cunning exorcist slaves, Zhang Zichen had finally gained a sliver of the Queen of Shanghai's trust. Otherwise, how could he have installed cameras all the way from the bedroom to the toilet?