A wave of tingling and numbness washed over her from below, and coupled with the fact that Luo Ming had made her drink more water earlier... the clever Zhao Ziran couldn't possibly be unaware of his intentions.
Zhao Ziran bit her lip. Although she had the ability to control her muscles and even her internal secretions to deceive the control chip within her body... She had already figured out the principle behind this "shackle," and she could even temporarily block the control from the chip. Given some time, breaking free of these shackles wouldn't be a problem.
However, while her genius was undeniable, her biggest problem was her fragility. Her reliance on physical strength—Xiao Dong and her sister Tang Lanyan—wasn't by her side.
To deceive the Luo family father and son, she couldn't use her abilities to suppress pleasure and resist, forced to submit to their actions…even when she experienced multiple orgasms, they were all her body's most genuine reactions.
Being trapped in this situation, any temporary resistance, like controlling her urethral sphincter to prevent uncontrollable urine leakage…would only alert Luo Ming and ultimately be futile.
She had to appear completely controlled.
But what particularly infuriated Zhao Zhiran was that Luo Ming's questions were all about how to improve the control chip; the technology still had many imperfections.
Recently, Luo Ming, who thought he had her completely under his control, showed her the basic information and then repeatedly "questioned" her. She not only had to answer these questions, but she couldn't give wrong answers or deceive Luo Ming.
At most, she could only hold back some information, not completely withhold it from him.
Otherwise, Luo Ming might notice. However, to Zhao Zhiran's surprise, Luo Ming used a "forcing" method. The pleasure and urge to urinate sent electric shocks through her, making her fair skin tremble slightly and her toes curl tightly.
A strong sense of shame began to spread within her, intensely affecting her mind.
That simple, urgent need to urinate inadvertently created a crack in her defenses, leaving her little room to think. She could only shake her head, suppressing the urge to scream, and answer Luo Ming's questions haltingly and without reservation.
Even a genius like her couldn't have imagined that Luo Ming's sudden inspiration to use this method stemmed entirely from the impression she had left on him:
Back then, in the time it took to urinate, her labia still wet, she had already solved the problem that had been troubling him.
Luo Ming naturally had an unusual "obsession" with her urine. His eyes burned with a kind of fervor, while his fingers slowly and deliberately rotated within her wet vagina, gently stimulating the sensitive G-spot, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. At the same time, he lowered his head to suckle and lick the tips of her snow-white breasts, two erect, pointed nipples, swollen and throbbing like two translucent pink grapes.
"Ugh... Ah!"
Zhao Ziran suddenly tensed, letting out a sharp, trembling cry, her voice tinged with a sob, both alluring and melodious.
Her breasts heaved and rippled, a warm, moist trickle of fluid splashing from between his fingers. The tender flesh inside her vagina eagerly sucked at his fingertips, and she had unknowingly reached a small climax.
Luo Ming was slightly surprised, but became even more excited. One finger wasn't enough; he inserted another into her honeyed depths, taking advantage of the afterglow of his orgasm to find the sensitive G-spot adjacent to the urethra and bladder.
Because of the orgasm, this G-spot, about the size of half a coin, feeling like a plump, slightly protruding mound of tender flesh, was even more slippery. Luo Ming's fingers gripped the slippery protrusion, and like plucking a string, he quickly dug and moved in and out.
"Ughhhhh…!"
Zhao Ziran's beautiful eyes widened, her delicate body arching like a shrimp in a hot oil pan. Her lower abdomen seemed to involuntarily constrict, her honeyed depths contracted violently a few times, and the tiny urethral opening above her vulva suddenly widened.
Instantly, countless fine, silvery streams of urine gushed forth, spraying nearly half a person's height as her buttocks were spread upwards. Luo Ming, prepared, simply tilted his head to avoid the direct impact of the urine.
However, the stream almost grazed his face, splashing water, and a single drop of warm urine landed on Luo Ming's face, right near the corner of his mouth.
He stared intently at the silvery stream gushing from Zhao Zhiran's vulva. He saw her labia slightly parted, and from her tender, pink vulva, a powerful torrent of urine gushed straight out.
However, due to the girl's physical structure, much of the urine, just as it burst from her urethra, scattered like pearls and jade, drenching her nearby labia, thighs, and buttocks.
Watching this scene, Luo Ming's expression was unusually excited; perhaps he was recalling past memories.
Her tongue involuntarily darted out, licking back the drop of urine that had splashed onto her lips. A sweet, musky sensation filled her mouth. Zhao Zhiru's urine didn't have a strong odor; it was faintly musky, as if imbued with the delicate fragrance of her vulva.
After urinating, a shocking wet trail spread across the map, her vulva and buttocks dripping wet, as if just pulled from water.
"Sizzle~"
Luo Ming lifted Zhao Zhiru's snow-white, upturned buttocks and plunged his head inside without hesitation, his large mouth nibbling at her two glistening labia, buttocks, and anus.
The humiliating scene of the past was playing out before her eyes in a different form, but the humiliation had transformed into a sense of decadence and the satisfaction of conquest.
The labia, once unattainable, now writhed and deformed tenderly with the caress of his lips and tongue…
His penis was swollen and hard, the pleasure of fulfilled desire like an opium, irresistible!
The plane was landing smoothly, but Luo Ming's penis was already deeply embedded in her vagina, thrusting in and out wantonly.
His large mouth covered her small mouth, forcing Zhao Zhiran's tongue, carrying her scent, inside, and they engaged in a blissful, wet kiss. His lips moved, changing angles, allowing the proud and talented Zhao to taste her own unique flavor…
His large penis rose and fell, repeatedly entering and exiting between her plump labia. Between the wet kisses, Zhao Zhiran's beautiful eyes flickered, and she suddenly glanced at the dazzling city lights outside the window.
This was the city where Xiao Dong lived, so familiar… but now, it felt strangely cold and unfamiliar…
But less than a second later, her thoughts were interrupted by the passionate kiss, as if bringing a warm heat to her body. Amidst the continuous, rhythmic thrusting sounds, soft moans and groans tinged with a hint of crying occasionally escaped her lips. A pair of delicate hands had, without her noticing, already rested on the man's shoulders…