Their noses, glistening with a hint of sweat, gently rubbed against each other. Their lips parted and closed, murmuring softly, swirling and rubbing against each other. They kissed like this for a while, until one of them, like a leech, extended its tongue, their tongues intertwining and licking each other intimately.
"Sizzle, mmm, kiss~"
Two naked bodies intertwined, the penis still inserted in her honeyed depths, as if riding the afterglow of orgasm, they engaged in a sticky, wet kiss in the lingering passion.
Cherry lips parted from her large mouth, both breathing heavily.
Zhao Hao's eyes were slightly dazed as he looked at Zhao Zhiran beneath him. Perhaps even he himself didn't realize that a subtle difference seemed to have arisen.
Zhao Zhiran's delicate hands rested on Zhao Hao's chest, and she gasped, "Do you really want to... keep working for Luo Shaowen?"
Zhao Hao's gaze shifted again, a strange evasion in his eyes.
He gently pulled Zhao Zhiran's smooth, jade-like legs away, withdrawing his slightly tired penis.
The two thick, pink labia, slightly parted like peach blossoms, were incredibly alluring, seemingly breathing and pulsating, moist and tender. Below, at a gap the size of a fingertip, a thick stream of semen oozed from the alluring, pinkish-white opening.
Zhao Hao stared at it for a moment, his expression changing slightly, before quickly turning and leaving.
But soon, he reappeared.
This time, he brought a machine that Zhao Zhiran looked somewhat familiar—a machine used to implant a neural control chip in the back of her neck.
Zhao Hao lifted Zhao Zhiran onto the restraining frame, and soon a cold sensation approached the delicate skin of her neck.
Zhao Zhiran simply looked at Zhao Hao, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Zhao Hao, however, subtly avoided Zhao Zhiran 's gaze. Indeed, in their brief conversation, Zhao Zhiran had sensed the frustration, torment, and a slight wavering in Zhao Hao's heart.
Zhao Ziran gave Zhao Hao a hint; she didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing she could do now.
A familiar stinging pain quickly spread through the back of her neck.
A moment later, a tiny chip, the size of a sesame seed, stained with a trace of blood, was tossed onto a white cloth beside the tray in front of her.
Zhao Ziran felt a sense of relief wash over her; that absolute control over her body had returned.
It was the long-lost feeling of freedom brought on by the removal of the neural control chip.
However, the feeling didn't last long before a slight tingling sensation returned to the back of her neck, as if electrical signals were transmitting through it, forming an even tighter control over her nerves.
Zhao Ziran bit her lip, silently sensing the accuracy and intensity of the electrical signals from the newly implanted nanochip.
Even with her microscopic control, manipulating the various deception chips in her body, she could only maintain the ability to act independently for a few seconds at most.
Now Zhao Ziran was absolutely certain that all the experimental data from the Luo family father and son had been obtained and even modified.
Once the connection to the nerves was complete, Zhao Ziran would almost completely lose her freedom.
What Zhao Ziran didn't see was the slight hesitation on the face of the lead surgeon, Zhao Hao.
Although it didn't prevent him from completing the surgery, his hand wasn't as steady… the chip implantation process was slightly off.
It's important to know that nerve control chips are extremely small, and they need to be installed at nodes in the spinal nerves; in fact, not just anyone can manipulate them.
In the entire Luo family, only Luo Ming actually possessed the ability.
And here, they could only rely on Zhao Hao.
The stability of his hand, as well as his observation and reaction speed, required extremely high levels of skill.
To put it bluntly, this technology had completely penetrated the realm of the "supernatural."
And perhaps, Zhao Hao himself hadn't even noticed this tiny mistake.
That didn't affect the control over Zhao Zhiran ; it was simply because Zhao Zhiran 's left little finger could respond to his control.
Others couldn't even tell…
As soon as she stepped down, Zhao Zhiran began to "respond" to her entire body. In reality, the control chip couldn't control Zhao Zhiran 's thoughts and ideas.
It was just that, targeting a specific person, it had collected the characteristics of all her electrical signals.
For example, if Zhao Zhiran had the thought of resistance, it wasn't that her thoughts were changed, but rather that her nerves were tampered with during transmission, resulting in a completely different, obedient action.
This control was actually quite crude; it was equivalent to hijacking the body's information transmission channels, replacing the real commands with false ones, making the body appear controlled.
Zhao Zhiran 's ability was called absolute control.
Essentially, it was extraordinary control combined with incredibly powerful computational abilities, allowing her to understand and influence every subtle change in her body.
She could even easily influence the energy levels her body absorbed, manipulating instincts that only the subconscious could affect.
The "absolute memory ability" she outwardly displays is merely an illusion created by powerful calculation skills combined with extraordinary intelligence.
Possessing this ability, even if she's often lazy and inactive, barely touching her underwear, it doesn't affect her perfectly slender and shapely figure.
However, this ability has a major bottleneck for Zhao Zhiran.
She can't handle such a large energy consumption, especially since the energy source for the control chip is actually Zhao Zhiran herself.
This is why she can only break free from the chip's control for short periods.
The newly implanted chip has even tighter control over her body, and using absolute control to resist it puts even more strain on her body.
Before Zhao Zhiran activates her ability to resist, she shouldn't be able to control anything freely.
Yes, even without giving a command, the signals are replaced when Zhao Zhiran acts on her own.
Ordinary people can't distinguish it; the minuscule delay in the neural signals is imperceptible to most.
For Zhao Ziran, it felt like dancing in shackles.
Suddenly, Zhao Ziran realized… her fingers seemed to belong to her.