Luo Shaowen seemed to sigh, pulling his fingers out from her labia, then parting her pink lips, letting his fingers, coated in semen and vaginal fluids, tease and play with her little tongue.
"Bring that over here."
He turned and ordered. Soon, a researcher approached, carrying a tray with a blood-red capsule on it.
"You seem very curious about what was stuck in your sister's anus."
"I'll tell you, it's... Li Zhiyu's pure yang blood, plus..."
He played with the capsule on his tongue, swirling it around a few times, before pushing the blood-red capsule deep into Zhao Zhiran's throat.
"Plus what..." Zhao Zhiran coughed lightly, feeling a numbness deep in her throat, as if a stream of scalding heat flowed down her throat.
Soon, Zhao Zhiran felt her whole body heat up.
That heat seemed to burst forth from every cell in her body, utterly uncontrollable, even by Zhao Zhiran's pride in her self-control.
Then, Luo Shaowen took off the bathrobe he had put on again.
Only then did Zhao Zhiran fully see that the slightly plump yet elegant middle-aged man, when clothed, possessed a remarkably robust physique beneath his clothes.
His body was completely free of excess fat, glistening with oil. Most striking was his thick, enormous penis, even before it was fully erect.
Not only was it large, but it also possessed a dark, glossy sheen, honed by years of training, with lurking blue veins like earthworms, giving it an unusually powerful and menacing appearance.
Because it had just entered and exited her vagina, a trace of whitish fluid remained, emitting a pungent, musky scent.
This scent made Zhao Zhiran's mind even more clouded. Luo Shaowen continued to slowly and deliberately tease Zhao Zhiran's smooth tongue, using the heat to make her feel her usually clear consciousness gradually slipping into a chaotic state of power and desire.
In her slightly blurred consciousness, she seemed to hear Luo Shaowen say, "This technique was originally intended for your sister, but considering your sisterly bond, you can use it first."
Zhao Zhiran's consciousness jolted, but she found her tongue uncontrollably following Luo Shaowen's fingers, coiling and twisting like dodder entwining a tree.
When Luo Shaowen withdrew his wet fingers, her tongue followed, chasing and licking the masculine scent.
Zhao Zhiran's remaining clarity realized that this wasn't the chip-controlled sensation she'd experienced before—it was more like a deep-seated desire.
Under the influence of that strange heat, her body seemed activated by lust. Her once-effortless body was now fueling primal desires, waves crashing against her clear mind.
"Mmm~"
As the fingers withdrew from her tongue, Zhao Zhiran even let out a soft, coquettish sigh.
A strong sense of loss washed over her, but the next second, an enormous, erect, burning hot, dark penis, seemingly radiating an explosive masculine scent, appeared before her eyes.
Zhao Ziran, as if she had found a treasure, grasped the scalding shaft with her delicate hands. She lowered her head, her beautiful lips parted wide, and her still-present pink tongue darted down from her lower lip.
Its shape was pointed and moist, pink and slippery, the tip of the tongue even slightly curled.
The trembling pink tongue lowered, a trickle of saliva gathering, trailing down like a silver thread.
"Sizzle~ Hmm, um~"
As if letting out a satisfied moan, Zhao Ziran closed her beautiful eyes, her long, dark eyelashes trembling. Her cherry lips were already sucking on the glans, her fragrant tongue resting on her chin, caressing the glans and even the swollen, parted lip.
Her upper lip covered the upper half of the glans, slightly pouting to reveal a thin, smooth lip line.
"Mmm, slurp..."
Zhao Ziran's cheeks flushed crimson. After a moment of sucking, she suddenly lowered her head again, her cherry lips parting sharply to swallow most of the large, dark penis that was difficult to hold in one hand.
The incredibly large penis stood erect in Zhao Ziran's small mouth, its dark color and prominent, winding veins contrasting with her delicate jawline and pink, moist lips, perfectly embodying the beauty and the beast.
Zhao Ziran, seemingly intoxicated, swayed her head and sucked, her cheeks flushed, appearing incredibly moved.
Each time she sucked on the large glans, she would linger for a while, closing her eyes and repeatedly sucking as if enjoying it.
Occasionally, he would lower his head, letting the tip of his penis touch her delicate throat. His enormous, corncob-like penis stretched her pink lips wide, making her mouth almost an impenetrable circle.
"Slurp, slurp..."
The large penis moved in and out of her mouth, drawing out glistening saliva that flowed down her jade-like jaw. Zhao Ziran's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, sweet moan from her delicate nose.
Her hands actively wrapped around Luo Shaowen's thighs, sucking and swallowing like honey, making rhythmic moaning sounds.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, her snow-white skin flushed pink, her toes curled slightly, and her small, jade-like toenails lost their pink luster.
Suddenly, the beautiful woman tilted her long, slender neck back, and the penis withdrew slightly, the bulge disappearing from her delicate neck. She then began to swallow voraciously.
The ejaculation lasted for nearly ten seconds. As the thick, long penis withdrew from her moist red lips, semen slid down her smooth, snowy skin.
"Cough cough~"
Zhao Zhiran's delicate body was still trembling uncontrollably. Suddenly, her snowy buttocks swayed, and she collapsed to the ground.
Unlike before, Zhao Zhiran felt unusually exhausted, a warm, satisfying feeling filling her entire body, as if every cell in her body radiated a softness.
Even when facing hundreds of opponents, Zhao Zhiran never felt this way before.
But a small flame seemed to linger in her lower abdomen, making her unable to resist savoring the taste of the semen that had flowed deep into her throat.
She knew that this was not only related to the capsule Luo Shaowen had given her, but also probably related to Luo Shaowen's semen.
She didn't know what was happening, but the moment she used the capsule, she became exceptionally sensitive to male scents, something that didn't seem like the effect of an aphrodisiac.
Pure yang blood shouldn't have this effect either; it should only make a woman feel warm and comfortable.
But this pure yang blood was different; it seemed as if it had been contaminated.
Soon, as if confirming her suspicions, the naked Luo Shaowen activated the life support device and waded inside.
Soon, it filled with nutrient solution, followed by hot, red blood flowing in.
This engulfed Luo Shaowen's expression, which felt both like being pricked by needles and yet also like soaking in a hot spring.