Zhao Hao's eyes burned with desire, crawling over Zhao Zhiran's entire body like a sticky frog, from her soft, pink feet to her full, round breasts, each beautiful curve, her skin as white as cream, his pupils filled with lust.
Zhao Hao kicked off his pants and eagerly moved closer, his long, curved penis already close to Zhao Zhiran's crotch.
Her ridiculously small panties clung tightly to her plump labia, barely a finger's width, forcing the cherry-like flesh slightly open, revealing a small triangle, barely concealing even the sparse pubic hair.
The transparent part only added to the allure, easily parted with a flick.
The part that entered her labia was already wet and stained, digging into her thighs, making her round, delicate vulva appear even more plump and tender.
Zhao Zhiran's breathing became slightly heavy, knowing what she was about to face.
She didn't care, but stared intently into Zhao Hao's eyes, asking:
"What did you do to my sister?"
Zhao Hao's hand, which was peeling back her labia, paused. The mention of it only intensified his pent-up lust.
Tang Lanyan was indeed imprisoned here.
Even in the next room.
However, to his dismay, having finally brought Tang Lanyan back, they were powerless against her under the watchful eye of their boss, Luo Shaowen.
Indeed, with the boss's personal intervention, Tang Lanyan had been captured.
By now, he understood that the so-called "mysterious expert" was merely a puppet.
He had placed a specially made collar on Tang Lanyan, significantly weakening her extraordinary powers.
Even so, they were helpless against her, ultimately resorting to using a thousand cannon fodder to successfully "destroy" Tang Lanyan's virginity.
This didn't mean Tang Lanyan had given up resisting.
In fact, since her last success, Tang Lanyan's diamond body had become even more perfect. Although her power was still restrained by the special collar and cage, she was gradually becoming immune to some of their previous effective methods.
Such as oxygen, anesthetics…
While the cage and collar suppressed Tang Lanyan's power, preventing her from escaping,
the problem was that this suppression was indiscriminate. Once inside the "cage," everyone else would also lose their supernatural powers.
Therefore, they were in an extremely awkward situation. If Tang Lanyan's restrictions were lifted, no one could deal with her, yet, relying solely on physical strength, no one could subdue her.
Not every time could they have thousands of cannon fodder rushing in.
Several times, after finally managing to suppress Tang Lanyan, they discovered, to their utter dismay, that Tang Lanyan's previously softened and damaged hymen had become tight again, even growing back somewhat.
Even the parting lines were already showing signs of reconnecting!
So many days had passed, and their fight against Tang Lanyan seemed to be back to square one; the sense of defeat was indescribable.
Zhao Hao viciously pried open Zhao Zhiran's plump labia. Pale pink, with delicate lines, like dewy jade, they writhed alluringly.
In retrospect, the sisters' labia were quite similar, both having thick, clam-like outer lips that enveloped the clam-tipped clitoris and petal-like labia minora.
The inner side of the outer lips was a very light peach-pink, the labia majora and mons pubis unfolding in sequence, like a delicate flower, breathtakingly beautiful.
The difference was that, having lost her virginity, Zhao Zhiran's vulva was clearly visible.
A small, concave, pinkish-brown fold of vulva pulsated slightly with each breath, a glistening, moist droplet of vaginal fluid already pooling at the lower edge of the opening. Unlike Tang Lanyan's labia, which were as intricate and clustered as algae, this one was almost like a sea lily, without any gaps, so tight it was almost unbearable.
Zhao Hao, as if in revenge, lowered his head and began to nibble and suck on the entire delicate flower.
His lips pursed slightly, and he took a large, slurping suck.
"Mmm...ah!"
Zhao Zhiran's beautiful legs trembled, the smooth lines of her thighs instantly tensing, as if the tension extended to her calves, and her jade-like feet curled up.
Zhao Hao placed his hands on her thighs, his thumbs pressing against her labia majora, his lips pressed tightly against the inside of her plump labia, constantly sucking, pulsating, even shaking his head, searching for a more suitable angle to murmur and suckle her labia.
It was as if he was releasing all the intense desire he had for Tang Lanyan onto Zhao Zhiran in one breath.
"Mmm...ah...ah...how dare you do this to your sister?"
Zhao Ziran gasped and moaned, then suddenly seemed to ask abruptly, her tongue still darting out to tease Zhao Hao's clitoris, causing him to freeze.
He knew, of course, that he was somewhat delusional. In fact, he felt an unprecedented sense of defeat with Tang Lanyan.
In northern Myanmar, he had countless times felt disheartened and frustrated, yet driven by greed, desire, and resentment, he continued to target Tang Lanyan.
But he knew he was always a nobody, utterly insignificant to Tang Lanyan, and even his betrayal had little impact on her.
If it weren't for his "boss," he would still be a lost and helpless dog.
After capturing Tang Lanyan, he did experience a moment of immense pleasure, but afterwards, he achieved nothing.
In fact, just the sight of Tang Lanyan's anus made him feel like a naive virgin.
Even in her unconscious state, her body possessed a powerful vitality, as agile, robust, and formidable as a female leopard—something he couldn't control.
That tight, smooth, tender, and intricately wrinkled moist cavity responded instinctively, like fine steel wires twisting around his penis.
For a moment, he felt as if his penis was being clamped and crushed; his ejaculation came like a burst dam, completely beyond his control.
After ejaculating, his limp penis was squeezed out by Tang Lanyan's anus, tightly closed like a needle tip, with only a tiny speck of semen spilling out.
The rest showed no trace of having been penetrated.
Yet, his whole body was weak, as if he had just survived a life-or-death battle, covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily like a bellows—a mixture of heart-pounding ecstasy, humiliation, and lingering pleasure.
However, he also understood that Tang Lanyan was incredibly powerful and beautiful inside and out, but unfortunately, she was far beyond his control.
Even with the help of thousands of men and the relentless attacks of the black-clad demons, he finally managed to "open" Tang Lanyan's vagina.
He finally tasted the flavor he had always longed for, only to find it was all for naught.
Since capturing her, the methods to render Tang Lanyan unconscious had become increasingly scarce and the duration increasingly short, so he couldn't even penetrate her anus.
If he were conscious, he wouldn't have the courage or the strength to spread Tang Lanyan's legs and shamelessly suck and lick her vagina.
And Zhao Zhiran, Tang Lanyan's sister, was also a woman he had once only looked up to and yearned for.
So when Zhao Zhiran, who in some ways bore a striking resemblance to Tang Lanyan, appeared before him, his suppressed desire, burning like a raging fire, erupted all at once, causing him to almost lose his mind as he gnawed and nibbled at Zhao Zhiran's tender vagina. It was as if Tang Lanyan herself was standing before him.