Before Zhao Hao got out of the car, the movement aggravated his chest…
It was the spot where Tang Lanyan had kicked him, and it still throbbed slightly, but it didn't dampen his excitement in the slightest.
He refused to believe that, in this state, he couldn't defeat Tang Lanyan.
Not only could he avenge himself, but he was also about to possess Tang Lanyan's long-desired virginity!
After getting out of the car, he unhesitatingly stripped naked, his erect penis throbbing, and walked towards Tang Lanyan.
For Tang Lanyan, semen was like strong liquor. The thick semen of a thousand men, though most hadn't penetrated her vagina, the countless drops all over her body still made her as intoxicated as a languid cat.
Though swaying unsteadily, she remained incredibly wild and untamed…
As the only man standing, Tang Lanyan bit her lower lip, which was stained with a trace of semen, and glanced at him with slightly narrowed eyes.
But her gaze lingered on his face for less than a second before turning cold and settling on his erect, throbbing penis.
It wasn't that Tang Lanyan would generously let the traitor go, but rather that her mind was completely immersed in this "battle."
It's like a heavily intoxicated person who, while still capable of movement, often displays a personality and behavior completely opposite to their usual self. This could be called "drunken madness," but isn't it also a manifestation of her most primal instincts?
Tang Lanyan was like that, except that her most primal impulse was an indomitable spirit, a resistance to the death, a fight to the last claw and tooth.
But because of the abundant pure yang essence within her, further amplified by countless drops of semen… continuously influencing her body, the anesthetic was merely a trigger; the subsequent countless drops of semen were the true culprits leading her to another female instinct.
Under the influence of this instinct, she naturally took ejaculation as a sign of victory. But the War Queen was still the War Queen. She wouldn't sit idly by and wait for her opponent's invasion; instead, she would first defeat them and then slowly savor the fruits of "victory."
Tang Lanyan bent her slender, willow-like waist, strong yet agile, her beautiful back highlighting her alluring butterfly-shaped shoulder blades. Her broad, rounded shoulders, contrasting with her slender waist, formed a perfectly proportioned inverted triangle, thrusting directly into her rounded, peak-like buttocks.
Those strong muscles, the dramatic curves, the unparalleled power…like a hunting feline.
Elegant yet extremely dangerous…at least one aspect was beyond Zhao Hao's expectations.
Tang Lanyan's stamina, entangled with a thousand men, wasn't completely exhausted; quite the opposite, one could say. Her resilient body actively absorbed the semen that had been ejaculated into her.
Especially the semen directly injected into her rectum, which was extremely nutritious… Perhaps by some coincidence, she and her sister Zhao Zhiran seemed to have replenished their strength using the same method.
Although one used the upper "mouth," and the other the lower "mouth."
Her stamina was abundant; the reason she appeared unsteady was because she had ingested too much "yang energy" at once, causing her to enter a state similar to drunkenness, a state of "semen intoxication."
In this "intoxicated" state, Tang Lanyan's mind became even purer; a warrior does not adhere to any means or weapons to achieve victory.
With a push of her jade-like feet, her snow-white toes dug a small crater in the ground, her large breasts swayed, and she charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Zhao Hao didn't even have time to react. Thanks to the restrictive collar, his strength was severely suppressed, and he was even weaker than the completely suppressed Tang Lanyan.
However, compared to Tang Lanyan, he still possessed extraordinary strength. He crossed his arms, protecting his chest, and forcefully blocked Tang Lanyan's kick.
But he was forced back several steps. Just as he regained his footing, he suddenly heard a whoosh of wind.
He looked up in alarm and saw an indescribably long, snow-white leg raised high, stretched into an astonishing split.
Her buttocks were full and firm, the muscles at the base of her thighs rounded and taut, her vulva full and prominent, with an alluring crevice between the two tender labia. Even with her legs spread wide, only a vibrant cleavage was visible, revealing two plump, dewy mounds.
"Smack!"
The jade-like leg cleaved as if by an axe, the jade-like foot creating a large crater in the ground. If not for the lingering fear of Tang Lanyan amidst his lustful desire...
Zhao Hao reacted in time, but the small foot was about to land on his head.
In fact, the reason the soldiers from northern Myanmar and Annam fell so quickly was that they had to endure such intense hand-to-hand combat before they could even begin another kind of "hand-to-hand combat."
Zhao Hao was beaten almost to the point of being unable to fight back. He finally found an opportunity to lunge at Tang Lanyan's vulnerable spot, but she nimbly dodged him like an elf, then tripped him with her jade-like foot.
Zhao Hao fell face-first into the mud. Before he could even get up, he felt a weight on his back. Two smooth, silky mounds, with a texture like pearl powder, yet unusually round and firm, sat on him.
Before he even realized what it was, two beautifully sculpted, muscular arms, like swan necks, reached out from behind him and constricted his chin like steel bars.
A "crack" sounded, bones creaked, and a sharp pain shot through his neck, accompanied by a feeling of oxygen deprivation. Zhao Hao was filled with terror.
He hadn't expected that even in this predicament, he would still experience such fear from Tang Lanyan.
His survival instinct finally roused his suppressed supernatural power, and with a mighty leap, he threw Tang Lanyan off his back.
Then, using both hands and feet, he fled in a disheveled state…
Unfortunately, he had only gone ten meters when he felt the whoosh of wind behind him. Turning around, he saw those swaying, rounded breasts, the base of the nipple contrasting with the rounded, bee-like rim of the breast.