Disorientation?
Or perhaps, intoxication?
Alcohol couldn't make Tang Lanyan feel drunk, so she had never experienced this feeling before. Her mind was hazy, yet the burning sensation within her body was amplified several times over.
It was as if a raging fire was burning in her lower abdomen, slowly drawing this body, untouched by female pleasure and inexperienced in sexual relations, towards…
Suddenly, a fine layer of damp sweat appeared on Tang Lanyan's flawless body. Beneath her smooth, white skin, a captivating rosy hue shone.
This rosy hue, rising with the heat within her, spread a delicate blush across her nipples, knees, and elbows, making her appear incomparably alluring.
The soldiers, still gripped by terror and nearly trampling each other, suddenly realized that Tang Lanyan hadn't pursued them. She simply stood motionless, her slender, alluring figure motionless.
A moment later, her body began to tremble slightly. Her shapely, firm waist trembled, arching slightly, her pair of full, proud breasts heaving. Her expression was indescribably strange, flushed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her starry eyes shimmered as if filled with water.
Her beautiful eyes swept over the crowd, a strange, tingling sensation spreading through her body, an intrusive heat like a raging fire. She could feel her lower body was already soaked; a liquid thicker and stickier than sweat slid down her thighs, bringing a slight coolness.
The scent emanating from the men around her was like the stench of sweat, musk, mixed with a hint of fishy odor, like a stale, smelly shirt… But having spent years surrounded by a group of sexually voracious male teammates, she was no stranger to this smell.
But before, she hadn't found anything special about this smell; wasn't it just the scent of men's secretions mixed with sweat?
Even wrestling and rolling around with men drenched in sweat, exuding a strong pheromone, she hadn't felt anything unusual.
But now, this intense masculine aura seemed to have struck a deep chord within her.
A strange, flushed blush crept onto her cheeks, and an unbearable, ant-like crawling sensation spread from her swollen, rounded vulva to the depths of her winding passage, making her already moist thighs feel as if they were soaked in oil.
She took several steps, but then trembled, her back arching more deeply, her breathing becoming more rapid…
Tang Lanyan's hesitant movements stopped the surrounding soldiers in their escape, but still no one dared to pounce.
Just then, a loudspeaker blared: "Quickly take off your pants and go up! She doesn't have superhuman strength right now… Do you Southeast Asian monkeys think you can't even beat a naked woman who can only rely on brute force?"
The voice carried a hint of mockery, clearly Zhao Hao's provocation, but it instantly ignited a surge of bloodlust in the Southeast Asian soldiers. Following that voice, they finally began to realize that the War Queen might truly be a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
"Rip!"
The crowd began to stir. Several soldiers roared, tearing off their T-shirts and shorts... Living in the jungle, their penises weren't small.
One by one, dark-skinned and erect, their glans pointing at Tang Lanyan.
With a few leading the way, soon almost everyone was naked, surging towards Tang Lanyan.
The intensified masculine aura burned through Tang Lanyan's soul like strong liquor, drawing her deeper and deeper into a state of "intoxication."
And just as Zhao Hao had encouraged, not only could she not use her supernatural powers, but due to the effects of the anesthetic and her own essence, she had very little strength left.
However, Tang Lanyan would never give up, would never stop fighting...
Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes, her waist arching like a feline, her enormous peach-shaped buttocks raised high.
Her thighs bulged with strong muscles, the lines flowing like water, and she charged into the crowd without the slightest fear. "Ah!"
A scream rang out as a naked soldier saw a flash of white before his eyes. Two incredibly soft, yet remarkably elastic, swaying objects pressed against his body. Before he could even react, it felt as if he had been struck and sent flying by two massive rabbits hurtling at 100 meters per hour.
He was tossed into the air!
This wasn't Tang Lanyan deliberately bumping into him. In fact, those two round, full breasts, pert like wasp bellies, were arguably her most vulnerable areas.
If Tang Lanyan's breast muscles hadn't been so strong, holding those two full breasts high and firm, and if the flesh hadn't been so round, firm, and extremely elastic like melons filled with cream, movement wouldn't have been merely a matter of being hindered; it would have been a tumultuous, unbalanced experience.
Even so, whenever she moved violently, the sight of her breasts swaying and colliding, spinning around each other, was astonishing and instantly arousing.
Suddenly plunging into the group of men was like a lithe, graceful female leopard pouncing on a pack of hyenas; though lacking her usual devastating power, she was still second to none.
At the moment of impact, her two snow-white arms clamped down on two men, her head pressed against her breasts, and she slammed them to the ground. With a loud thud, her body continued its unstoppable forward momentum, her pert breasts even sending one man flying.
Her snow-white feet landed firmly, and with a swift, sideways kick, Tang Lanyan's long, slender legs, her delicate toes, adorned with a blade of grass, struck a man in the face, sending him flying like a deformed soccer ball.
In an instant, seven or eight men were sent flying into the mud by Tang Lanyan's thrusts. Almost every one of them was severely injured, suffering broken bones or deformed bodies… they lay on the ground, groaning and rolling.
But the surrounding people were even more excited. Although so many lay on the ground, compared to the men in the entire camp, they were insignificant.
Given the terrifying power of the War Queen, her current frantic attacks only managed to take down so few men. Didn't this prove the man was right? The War Queen had indeed lost her extraordinary power!
Moreover, they saw that as her legs lifted, Tang Lanyan's plump, tender vulva, glistening with a thin line of black fabric, parted slightly with each movement, its glistening moisture shimmering.
Glistening fluid even trickled down her long thighs, down to her knees and calves. As her long legs swept across, a drop of her musky, lustful fluid even splashed onto some men's faces!