On the disheveled sheets, it was as if a watercolor painting had been haphazardly done; some areas were soaked through, while others had dried and congealed into a white frost-like substance; some resembled splashes of ink, with varying shades of ink.
Two perfectly round, incredibly elastic, snow-white breasts were covered in semen stains and dampness. From the cherry-pink nipples to the deep cleavage, everything was slippery. Semen even trickled down her waist along the cleavage, then meandered down her abruptly concave waist.
Between her two round, long thighs was a complete mess. Not only were her swollen, plump vulva covered in semen, but even her alluring pubic hair was soaked with semen, clinging pitifully to her mounds.
And all the way to her toes, traces of semen were visible everywhere. Between her long, jade-like toes, a greasy clump of semen flowed freely down her soft, pink soles, pooling at her heels.
Her entire body was bathed in semen, as if she had just emerged from a white shower, even her hair was not spared—so lewd, so messy, and… alluring.
However, it was clear that the War Queen, bathed in semen, was fully conscious.
She lay on her side on the bed, her legs slightly curled, her curves undulating like mountain peaks, her muscles sculpted and defined, possessing a wildcat-like supple strength, brimming with an indescribable wildness.
Even her expression showed no sign of embarrassment; her starry eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a feline-like calmness that sent a chilling, piercing sense of danger through one's being.
"Can you guarantee you won't let her escape?"
Zhao Hao's face was noticeably listless, radiating a gloomy aura, his dark circles under his eyes were very prominent.
The researchers beside him also appeared listless and lethargic, their faces clouded with worry.
Hearing Zhao Hao's question, one of the researchers with dark circles under his eyes said, "That collar, theoretically, can not only restrain her, but also act as a medium to stimulate her blood."
"To put her into a state of arousal."
"But... it can't be like a cage, putting her into a coma."
The researcher hesitated, the theory was just theory; if the War Queen were released like this, no one knew what would happen.
However, they had no choice now. Even if they captured Tang Lanyan, bringing her back would still be a huge undertaking.
This "heart" and "body" couldn't be combined for too long; even for transport, they needed to be transported separately.
Even more alarmingly, even the slightest disturbance could cause the powerful being codenamed "God of War" to undergo a mutation.
They had studied this body for a long time, and were intimately familiar with the incredible power, formidable vitality, and lingering resentment within it.
Yes, no one could say that this body was still "alive," but it certainly couldn't be said to be lifeless; its tenacity was unimaginable.
What would be fatal to an ordinary person was like a needle prick to it, separating its heart from its torso. This unimaginable act merely served to suppress the torso's powerful activity, without the slightest exaggeration.
Furthermore, if the heart and body remained separated for too long, a strange fluctuation, which couldn't be called consciousness but rather like an obsession, would arise, potentially causing the body to gradually lose control.
To bring the War Queen back, at least her "resistance" needed to weaken to ensure a successful outcome.
That's why they cooperated so readily with Zhao Hao; it was their mission all along…
Only Zhao Hao would be foolish enough to believe this was an extra benefit promised to him by his "boss."
The "turning point" they brought was a collar, forged from the bones of the "God of War," with hidden micro-needles to inject diluted heart's blood into the War Queen.
Ordinary needles couldn't pierce Tang Lanyan's skin, but this collar was different; it contained not only heart's blood but also a large dose of anesthetic.
Even an elephant could be rendered unconscious instantly!
Even so, they still lacked confidence in dealing with Tang Lanyan, so they needed to…
Near the military camp in northern Myanmar.
Now it resembled a refugee camp.
Despite a complete defeat, orders still came in, forbidding them from leaving. The soldiers were confused and angry; many chose to desert, disappearing into the primeval jungle.
Most men endured the ordeal, for no one dared disobey orders.
However, the morale of the unit was utterly shattered. They lay sprawled everywhere, completely devoid of discipline, their eyes filled with utter despair…
The memory of that nightmarish night sent shivers down their spines.
A powerful woman stormed in alone, her large breasts swaying, her legs crossed, like a snow-white female leopard, utterly unstoppable.
Like a hunting goddess emerging from the Amazon rainforest, she shattered their confidence with superhuman strength, even burying them deep in the mud!
The thought filled them with indescribable terror, yet the memory of that snow-white body also stirred a burning desire within them… Countless brawls erupted, some even resulting in death.
But the two commanders from northern Myanmar and Annam showed absolutely no intention of addressing the chaos within the camp.
Having suffered such a devastating defeat, they knew that even returning home would bring them no good fortune. Even if they weren't imprisoned, their future was bleak.
The best outcome was simply returning home to retire, so they had no interest in such matters.
Just as they were feeling dejected, a large truck drove onto a grassy area beside the camp. At first, no one paid it any attention.
But after a while, a commotion suddenly erupted, spreading rapidly like a virus, and the crowd surged towards it.
The commotion finally alerted the two commanders. They went to the area surrounded by a large group of soldiers and were stunned by the scene in the center of the open space.
On the lush green open space,
stood a frame, with staff dressed in white standing beside it…
But that wasn't the key point. The key point was a woman hanging from the frame. Her long arms and legs were completely suspended, like an experimental frog, in a humiliating posture, legs bent and spread wide.
A pair of snow-white, enormous breasts hung radiantly on her chest, perfectly round like the bright moon.
Her slender waist was slightly bent, her snow-white abdomen devoid of any excess fat, only muscular and agile muscles… But what was most captivating were her spread-out jade-like legs, her shines so long and slender they were unimaginable, her thighs round and firm, and her two enormous buttocks, in this position, almost exceeded the size of a washbasin.
Her round, smooth, alabaster-like buttocks were so full they were mouthwatering, reflecting an incredibly delicate, snow-white sheen!
But the key point was that this woman…
was actually the invincible and powerful War Queen, Tang Lanyan, who was like a demon, a goddess!
At this moment, she was no longer completely naked; her long, alluring legs were now covered in coffee-colored stockings, which were then secured to her slender waist with straps.
A sliver of black fabric disappeared between her snowy thighs; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an extremely thin thong, barely covering her full mons pubis—a tiny triangular piece of fabric, more of an embellishment than a cover-up, an allure. Her snowy skin was almost entirely obscured, barely concealing a small patch of pubic hair.
Below, a semi-transparent fabric, only two fingers wide, tightly bound her labia, creating a shallow, slightly damp indentation. The edges of her smooth, white labia were exposed, appearing even fuller and more swollen, making her mons pubis resemble two incredibly plump camel toes.
Further down, beyond the perineum, the black fabric disappeared between her snowy thighs, playfully revealing a glimpse of pink at her anus…