On a small Pacific island.
Under a dazzling starry night, several bonfires roared on the beach. Tents, waterbeds, and long tables laden with delicacies from around the world surrounded the area. The men and women attending the party were all naked, from young girls with pert breasts and small buttocks to voluptuous women…
Pompous, elderly politicians and tycoons from various countries thronged the area. Finding their targets, they would embrace and flirt with them before tumbling onto the waterbeds or into the tents. The portly or wrinkled men would press themselves against the shapely or voluptuous bodies, thrusting wantonly, their cries of pleasure and debauchery creating an atmosphere of extreme lewdness.
However, the male participants still felt a great sense of regret…
Because the stunning beauty who had appeared on the beach not long ago did not reappear. In fact, after experiencing the intoxicating, soul-stirring pleasure in those pink, diamond-like lips, they found other women's oral skills utterly unappealing.
That warm, lingering sucking, that dancing little tongue teasing and stimulating between the cherry lips and the penis, like a wet little sprite, always managed to arouse the man's most sensitive spots, making it unbearable.
Even more captivating was the gentle, yet firm, sucking sensation of that little mouth, like a gentle scalp, that seemingly targeted-the-glans-like undulating suction, making one feel as if they were underwater or walking on a tightrope over a volcano—hot, tight, and utterly intoxicating.
Almost no man could endure it for more than fifteen minutes. The mere thought of such pleasure made even the tender, writhing vulva beneath him seem somewhat tedious…
What these politicians and wealthy businessmen didn't know was that Zhao Ziran, whom they couldn't forget, was actually not far from them.
A hundred meters away was a seaside villa with large floor-to-ceiling windows, a wine cabinet, sofas, a pool, and a waterbed even larger than the one on the beach.
Zhao Ziran sat quietly on this bed, wearing an incredibly alluring bikini. The small triangular piece of fabric constricted her almost coconut-ball-like, plump, and full breasts.
The fabric barely covered the nipples, and along with a few barely perceptible ropes, it clenched into her ample breasts, making the lower edges bulge like a bee's belly. Her narrow ribcage seemed unable to contain the rich base of her breasts, yet the rims were even fuller and more luscious than the bases, the plump, snow-white flesh pressing against her armpits. The shape of her breasts was somewhere between a bell and a melon, possessing the fullness, perkiness, plumpness, and roundness of both, resembling a round, pointed pepper—plump, firm, and seemingly about to burst forth.
Her waist was equally impeccable, plump and rounded, with a shallow waistline extending from below the full cleavage. Her lower abdomen was slightly fuller than her navel, its curve forming a slightly downward-convex arc that led directly to her rounded vulva, also covered by a small piece of cloth.
The small piece of cloth barely covered her mons pubis, yet it perfectly concealed the sparse tuft of dark downy hair on the snow-capped hill, with only a few delicate strands peeking out from either side like tassels.
A piece of fabric, less than two fingers wide, clung to her labia, causing her plump labia to part slightly, like a camel's toe "eating" the alluring fabric. A hint of pale pink could even be seen at the edge of the parted labia…
Zhao Zhiran gazed leisurely at the campfire not far away through the French windows. The flickering figures were a mix of heat and noise.
However, the heat and noise outside did not disturb the quiet serenity inside. Only the soft splashing of the pool water momentarily made Zhiran feel disoriented.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded. Without even turning around, Zhao Zhiran could estimate the person's height and weight…
It was a physique comparable to a Siberian bear.
Sure enough, turning around, she saw a person with reddish-brown skin, curly hair on their chest and legs, muscles that, while not as developed as those of a bodybuilder, were actually due to a greater amount of fat, clearly indicating extraordinary explosive power and endurance.
It was Andrei, a Russian strategic-level superhuman.
Or rather, a stateless strategic-level superhuman. After all, following the second split, Russia had fragmented into more than a dozen large and small countries. His current affiliation could only be described as the "Moscow Federation."
Upon seeing Zhao Zhiran, Andrei's breathing became slightly heavy, but due to his massive physique, it had the illusion of a bull panting.
His underwear was unusually bulging, as if a gray rabbit had crawled inside. Thick, curly hair was visible on the underwear and his two large, slightly exposed testicles.
Zhao Zhiran's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, a hint of paleness flashing across her cheeks. She then closed her thick eyelashes, gently twisting her legs, and slowly opening them again. The underwear inside her vagina was already stained with a dark, damp patch.
The panties were worn deeper, only the labia minora were constricted. The plump labia majora were slightly moist, as if coated with a layer of smooth oil. The inner side of the labia majora, usually tightly closed to protect the clitoris, was an extremely pale cherry-pink, like the most delicate petals.
It tempted one to reach out and pull away the obstructing panties, part the entire flower, inhale the intoxicating fragrance, and carefully admire the indescribable beauty…
Looking down, there were two snow-white, smooth, slender, and shapely legs, their skin translucent and smooth like solidified milk, with a faint blush on the knees and joints.
Her calves were shapely and shapely, her delicate ankles leading to a pair of smooth, white feet. The insteps were rounded, smooth and even like white jade, the ankles small and slender, the toes neatly curled, the shape of her feet indescribably beautiful, like a pair of graceful white lotuses. The nails on her slender toes were delicate and translucent, like meticulously polished mother-of-pearl, gleaming with a crystal-like allure.
Their skin glowed with a natural, pale pink, like vibrant cherry blossoms, instantly captivating any man's gaze.
The bear-like man squatted down, panting. Zhao Ziran was startled to find his eyes tinged with a faint red, filled with a wild, animalistic lust, and… a hint of struggling pain.
Zhao Ziran was slightly taken aback, her mind racing. Her body stiffened slightly, bracing herself for the storm; but Andrei didn't pounce on her immediately—she had even deliberately made herself wet to withstand the impending tempest.
For Zhao Ziran, this wasn't difficult. Her ability was called "Absolute Memory," but that wasn't entirely accurate. In fact, she could also control her body through consciousness—which seemed unsurprising.
Who can't move their limbs or open their mouth to eat through consciousness?
However, these actions are actually controlled by the subconscious. Consciousness merely plays the role of "issuing commands." The actual stretching of every muscle and the flow of blood are completed in the subconscious.
Ordinary consciousness can only perform superficial actions, such as raising hands and feet, eating and drinking, and working, not including the subtle internal bodily functions like digestion and secretion…
Theoretically, if a person's consciousness is strong enough and understands the subtle workings of the body sufficiently, then issuing deeper commands to the subconscious is not uncommon.
Zhao Ziran is such a person. Her Absolute Memory ability allows her to record bodily information that consciousness ignores, and combined with unparalleled computational abilities, she can temporarily "take over" her body from her subconscious.
When Zhao Zhiru works and exercises, she utilizes techniques like… for example, reducing the energy demands of other organs and focusing it on the brain. This explains why she always appears listless while working.
During exercise, she can also engage muscles with finesse that most people can't control, making her workout ten times more efficient. This is why Xiao Dong doesn't understand why Zhiru can have such a graceful, curvaceous figure with just a simple stretch.
Furthermore, she can influence the secretions of internal organs—essentially taking over the body's subconscious actions and performing them herself.
It's like picking up an apple with your hand, only with infinitely more subtle movements.
Even for Zhao Zhiru, this control is only for a very short time. After all, taking over the countless subtle tasks of the body with her conscious mind requires a tremendous amount of energy, and her physical strength isn't much greater than that of the average girl.