Luo Shaowen approached Andrei, staring into his beast-like eyes.
Andrei growled, struggling to lunge at Luo Shaowen, but Luo Shaowen simply waved his hand. The room was full of cameras; staff were clearly positioned behind them.
Sure enough, Andrei let out a agonizing scream, as if electrocuted.
His head snapped up, and Zhao Ziran noticed a ring around his neck. She didn't know what it was, but it clearly suppressed Andrei's supernatural abilities.
Once supernatural abilities are lost, no matter how strong, a mortal body is ultimately no match for the torture of modern devices.
After a while, Andrei finally quieted down.
He swayed unconsciously, his head bowed, drenched in sweat. But what was most striking was his still-erect, massive penis, swollen and red, feeling hot to the touch.
Even as his body endured torture, it showed no sign of softening.
This was even larger and more terrifying than what Zhao Ziran had seen on the island; he had likely been treated with the red crystal as well.
And he was imprisoned here, subjected to a relentless, constant replay of images of his mother being raped, gang-raped, and impregnated by black men, continuously stimulating Andrei's desires and reason.
Even when he didn't want to watch, his body involuntarily aroused. Zhao Ziran had personally experienced the power of the red crystal.
How intense would this ignite in Andrei's burning lust and rage?
"Go, do as I say."
"Only then will your mother be free."
Luo Shaowen waved his hand, and the scene on the screen changed again; it was now in a garden.
A beautiful woman was surrounded by many children. Drawn by the children's laughter, Andrei looked up, his pupils slightly contracting.
His mother was with the children he had adopted. Andrei stared intently for a while, then the scene shifted, filling the entire screen with a large, plump, white, round, and full buttocks.
She was currently sandwiched between two dark bodies, her charred buttocks thrusting and slapping up and down, the thick, donkey-like penis repeatedly pounding into her plump vagina and anus.
"Plop, plop..."
The bed shook violently, the black and white bodies swaying together, accompanied by weeping moans... Andrei growled like a wounded beast outside the screen.
But this time, he slowly lowered his head before Luo Shaowen.
Zhao Ziran initially didn't understand Luo Shaowen's purpose in torturing Andrei, but now, connecting the clues, she vaguely grasped Luo Shaowen's thoughts.
Zhao Ziran's delicate body trembled slightly.
She understood now; he was also being used as a tool against her sister, and once he completely subdued Andrei, Xiao Dong would have another powerful opponent.
Thinking of Xiao Dong, another worry arose in Zhao Ziran's heart.
A clash between Xiao Dong and Luo Shaowen was inevitable.
In fact, although her trip to Shishio Island had been fraught with difficulties, it hadn't been entirely fruitless.
First, she could confirm that Xiao Dong hadn't been trapped in the abyss.
This meant he was still somewhere in Shen City. If Xiao Dong realized the plan was completely out of control,
then as long as he returned to the place where they had once lived, he would know the code she had left him.
A code known only to the two of them.
Underwear.
It was an unspoken code, the last veil they had never crossed.
In his presence, she would always carelessly leave her discarded underwear and stockings lying around, or appear before him wearing only lace panties that barely covered her labia, a slightly see-through bra, and a white coat…
The next day, her discarded underwear would invariably appear in his sight.
During their time together, Xiao Dong would always tidy up her carelessly discarded underwear, and the occasional traces of being rubbed or smelled on the underwear never escaped the discerning eye of China's most talented woman…
She knew his habits, and he knew hers.
Therefore, if the underwear in that room had been tidied, it meant he had returned.
If it was "messy," it meant she had been there.
She had told Xiao Dong that if she had been to Shen City and then disappeared… then she only needed to suspect one person.
Luo Shaowen.
......
Luoshen Building.
It was late at night, and Xue Tang, draped only in a thin silk quilt, lay fast asleep on the bed.
Her beautiful back was partially exposed, her two full, snowy breasts pressed together, as if overflowing with creamy milk, forming two exceptionally alluring large circles, clearly visible against her snowy back.
The silk quilt had slipped down from her full, high buttocks, revealing two bare, straight, shapely, and slender legs.
Her naked, smooth, and exquisitely undulating body was as delicate as milk, gleaming with an ivory-white, soft sheen; for a moment, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the finest silk or her snow-white skin that was smoother.
A faint glint of semen glistened between her legs, a trickle of semen flowing down her pink cleft onto the sheets…
Standing by the window, looking at the brightly lit night view of Shanghai, the sweet, long breaths of the beauty reached his nose.
Li Dong, however, was not in a good mood.
Tonight, their lovemaking had barely begun; after a few sweet, tender kisses, Xue Tang drifted off to sleep, languid and exhausted.
He didn't know what she'd been doing during the day, even though he was back by her side as her personal bodyguard.
However, he couldn't be with Xue Tang every moment.
After all, he was still worried about the missing Zhi Ran and the vanished Lan Yan in northern Myanmar.
So, in the past few days, he'd taken the time to investigate some clues. Using his military connections, he now understood that Zhi Ran had gone to Shiki Island before her disappearance.
Using this as a lead, he contacted the Divine Child and Inazuma on Shiki Island, and even went to see the Dragon King.
The results confirmed that Zhi Ran had indeed been on Shiki Island.
And among those accompanying her was the Luo family. Finally, amidst the chaos, he had extracted a truly valuable clue.
He planned to first carefully search for clues at the Luo family's residence.
"Sister Zhiran…"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he suddenly noticed the panties Xue Tang had worn, draped over the edge. They were low-waisted panties made of thin strings and semi-transparent light red lace.
The fabric was pitifully thin; one could imagine that if she wore them, the two thin strings would dig into her slender waist, widening her rounded buttocks, leaving her two smooth, snow-white cheeks almost completely exposed.
The lace, nestled between her peach-petal-like buttocks, was semi-transparent, barely concealing even the cleft…
Holding the panties in his hand, he noticed the crotch area was slightly wrinkled and damp.
A faint, musky scent, like orchids and musk, with a hint of ripe fruit bursting open, like stale floral wine, sweet and slightly sour, wafted into his nostrils.
But Li Dong was preoccupied and didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, the panties reminded him of Sister Zhiran.
He remembered tidying up Zhi Ran's messy room, the lace panties he held in his hand, the alluring lingerie, all carrying Zhi Ran's faint, delicate fragrance…
Occasionally, a faint oval-shaped damp stain could be seen in the crotch area.
Only this area exuded an extremely alluring scent, making one irresistibly aroused…
Thinking of Zhi Ran, he began to miss the little house they used to live in together; he couldn't resist the urge to go see it.
However, he suppressed this impulse.
After all, the most important thing now wasn't nostalgia, but finding out where the two women were.
With these inexplicable emotions, he lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes…
But tonight's dream didn't seem peaceful either.
This time, he dreamed of Lan Yan again.
She was still trapped in an empty room, and there seemed to be many people lying on the floor, their skin a mix of dark and light.
She knocked them down, some with sharp fists and feet.
Some of these were methods he didn't want to see.