Zhao Ziran stood before the transparent wall, watching the busy figures inside.
Seeing her sister, Tang Lanyan, manipulated like a rag doll, her usually strong and resolute sister unexpectedly revealed a hint of feminine vulnerability.
Zhao Ziran's heart clenched at the sight.
Strictly speaking, every corner of Tang Lanyan's body was incredibly alluring and feminine.
For example, her small feet, due to her strengthened physique, had no calluses or roughness, as tender and smooth as a baby's, delicate and pink, white and smooth, without even a deep palm line.
The evenness and length of her legs were almost unmatched by any other woman.
Not to mention her well-trained, incredibly firm and smooth curves; the strong muscles did not detract from her overall beauty, but rather added a touch of vibrant wildness.
Her breasts were full and firm, like soft teardrops sliding across her strong chest, proudly perched high.
Even women would feel a stirring in their hearts upon seeing them, let alone men.
But regardless, Tang Lanyan was a woman as strong as steel, or rather, a beautiful and resilient Amazonian warrior.
She had never shown weakness in front of anyone… but now, Zhao Zhiran, who knew Tang Lanyan best, could see that her sister truly seemed exhausted.
If it were a real battle, even if it involved traversing hundreds of miles of jungle, enduring the most arduous journey and combat,
Tang Lanyan would be completely fearless. She possessed an iron will and physique; the more brutal the battle, the more it fueled her fighting spirit.
That tireless, valiant, and beautiful figure would instill despair in any enemy.
However, the "battle" between men and women was probably not her sister's forte.
Just as she had predicted, a woman's body was naturally her sister's weakness. No matter how much she trained, no matter how strong her breast muscles became, like thin steel beams, capable of supporting her breasts high,
her full, rounded breasts, shaped like a wasp's belly, could never become as firm as a man's muscles.
Even if her thighs were filled with the lithe, flowing muscles of a female leopard, her vulva remained plump, soft, and incredibly delicate...
Not to mention, her sister probably didn't even know how sensitive her body was.
Using her "weakness" to fight her "strength," against a black man like a gorilla, a martial arts master Qin Yan, a man like a Siberian bear, a whole night of relentless, exhausting "hand-to-hand combat"...
Tang Lanyan's body was truly exhausted to the point of weakness, enough to make her powerful, tireless sister... show obvious signs of fatigue.
This was precisely when her sister was most vulnerable, and at this moment, she faced the most fearsome greed, Luo Shaowen.
Zhao Ziran bit her lip, feeling worried for her sister. Greed never fought unprepared; he was likely using his biggest trump card on her.
When she performed oral sex on him earlier, she had noticed a recently healed wound on Luo Shaowen's left chest.
With each strong, barely audible heartbeat, a surge of heat and life force erupted from his chest.
When she was close, she felt a burning heat throughout her body, and her lower body became wet… like a woman's instinct, stirred by something irresistible.
She knew that wasn't the sound of an ordinary heart.
It seemed that after this period of "blood transfusion," Li Zhiyu's pure yang heart could now be used by Luo Shaowen.
Having initially gained Luo Shaowen's trust, she, as China's most talented woman, arguably the most brilliant scientific researcher,
naturally wouldn't be abandoned by Luo Shaowen. She participated in many research projects, indirectly helping him. However, she didn't come away empty-handed. By becoming deeply involved, she learned many of Luo Shaowen's secrets.
A crucial point was that Luo Shaowen was after Li Zhiyu's heart.
After a blood transfusion, if he could implant the Pure Yang Heart, and with the extraordinary power of the transfusion, Luo Shaowen could potentially obtain a "pseudo-Pure Yang Body."
It's called pseudo because, being greedy, Luo Shaowen could never gain the Pure Yang Heart's recognition.
He could only replicate Li Zhiyu's powerful physique, exhibiting characteristics of a Pure Yang Body—essentially implanting a "prosthetic" Pure Yang Body plug-in.
The reason it took so long to complete was because the Pure Yang Heart strongly rejected Luo Shaowen, requiring a blood transfusion to barely accommodate him.
In contrast, even a savage black man could barely implant it without backlash, although he ultimately couldn't withstand the immense power and almost had his remaining kidneys explode.
But that was because he himself couldn't.
But the greedy Luo Shaowen couldn't do that. If he used the heart directly, the only result would be mutual destruction.
Even after a "blood transfusion," the problem wouldn't be completely solved.
After all, the purest essence of the Pure Yang Body had already been excluded; how could it possibly accommodate the most refined Pure Yang Heart?
Luo Shaowen's previous research team couldn't solve this fundamental problem.
In fact, it could be said that no one in the world could solve this problem—except for her, Zhao Zhiran.
With her "help," the obstacle was overcome, the impossible became possible, but at a cost: at least a significant portion of Luo Shaowen's body was no longer truly his own.
Very similar to a cybernetic prosthetic body.
And all of this was done through Zhao Zhiran…
But even if the conditions were right to use the heart, one problem still needed to be solved.
The Pure Yang Heart is extremely averse to the Seven Deadly Sins, so it would occasionally cause agitation within him, stirring up powerful essence blood—this was the incompatibility.
Therefore, a woman capable of matching the strength of his heart was needed to successfully accommodate the incredibly powerful and restless essence and blood; otherwise, Luo Shaowen would never be able to adapt to this heart.
Such a woman shouldn't exist, but…
Zhao Zhiran looked at her sister…
The answer was self-evident.
The beauty's small hand touched the cold, thick glass, silently pleading, "Sister, I'm sorry, please bear with it a little longer…"
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When Luo Shaowen stepped inside.
The originally bare, almost empty cell had been transformed into a five-star "brothel."
A large bed, big enough to fit several people, stood in the center, with several wardrobes and shelves nearby.
At a glance, the interior was filled with a dazzling array of erotic lingerie: barely-there panties, transparent lace bras, black stockings, white stockings, fishnet stockings… all of which were both alluring and arousing.
On the other side was a large bathtub, the water having been changed again, still equipped with a heater, emitting a gentle steam.
Tang Lanyan's snow-white, naked body lay on the soft bed, her beautiful legs slightly drawn up, her full breasts, pert like wasp bellies, the rounded rims forming two pointed mounds.
The thick flesh of her breasts pressed against her ribs, creating two deep folds, the upper edge of the breasts less pronounced than the lower edge, resembling plump teardrops.