When Li Dong arrived at the airport for the last flight, it was already late at night, the early autumn night air carrying a clear, cool chill.
Just like his current mood, even though he had indeed obtained the clues left by Sister Zhiran in the video.
But those scenes, recalling them, still constantly tormented his mind: Sister Zhiran's swaying, full buttocks, her panties barely covering her anus and vagina.
The private scenes that only he had ever seen were now exposed to the gazes of black men.
Even being pried open by the black men's dark, radish-like fingers, their delicate labia and anus being directly played with.
The scene of Sister Zhiran kneeling on the ground, her elegant, rosy lips sucking on the black men's thick, hard penis; the scene of the large penis thrusting in and out between her plump, round buttocks, trembling as it poured thick semen into her vagina.
Even more disturbingly, the perfectly proportioned, curvaceous Zhi Ran was lifted up by a black man like a little girl being held to urinate, her knees tucked in, and fucked to orgasm. Her round, snow-white buttocks convulsed violently, and a long stream of urine flowed out…
And then there was Zhi Ran's anus, red and swollen from being fucked, slightly bulging out a bright red opening, constantly contracting and leaking streaks of semen…
He had so many beautiful memories with Zhi Ran, intertwined with these scenes, like a new wound sinking into his heart, tingling, numb, and painful, refusing to fade away.
Only by taking action could he temporarily forget these scenes.
But before boarding the plane alone, Li Dong was still worried about Xue Tang. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye again, so he persistently tried to contact her again, but still no one answered.
Perhaps Xue Tang had other things to do. He shouldn't be overthinking, but after watching Zhi Ran's video, his chaotic emotions still weighed heavily on his mind.
He knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he sent Xue Tang a final message and entered through the boarding gate.
As a plane streaked across the star-studded night sky...
Xue Tang finally managed to sit up from the damp, crumpled, and creased bed, her knees pressing against a particularly wet spot.
Her beautiful, watery eyes glanced at the sheets beneath her, where an unusually large wet patch was visible.
The sheet had absorbed too much water, sinking slightly in the center, creating a glistening sheen.
Irregular, spreading welts covered an area larger than the space where the two of them had been sitting cross-legged.
The entire room reeked of a sensual, fiery atmosphere, like orchids rotting and fruits ripening; a faint, seductive scent wafted into her nostrils with every sniff.
A flicker of embarrassment and shyness crossed Xue Tang's watery eyes. This wet patch was like a painful memory, one she was forced to confront.
She truly wanted to escape the whirlpool of lust, only wanting to be with her beloved.
She admitted that for a time she had half-heartedly given up and allowed herself to succumb to desire, but from the moment Li Dong reappeared, she secretly made up her mind.
The series of events yesterday and tonight, which could almost be described as orgy, whether active or passive, the indulgence in pleasure, the shame of being in another's arms, the sweet embrace with her lover, the lingering joy—all these gave her courage.
She decided to escape the whirlpool of desire.
But as soon as her uncle appeared, she was once again helplessly plunged into the sea of desire, unable to extricate herself; she bit her cherry lips, glanced at her uncle who was back in the bathroom, supported her trembling waist, and decided to leave this place as soon as possible, determined not to have sex with her uncle again.
But as soon as she got up, a pair of strong, hot hands gripped her sweaty waist, instantly making her body, still recovering from her orgasm, go limp and weak.
"Niece, where are you going?"
"I want to go home," Xue Tang cried, turning around, but the moment her uncle touched her, her slender waist and shapely buttocks went limp as if electrocuted.
Those large hands traced the curves of her waist, gently kneading her buttocks, as if possessing magic, sending a faint tingling sensation through the areas touched.
The hands continued to wander towards her anus, suddenly touching the area around her anus.
"Mmm~" Xue Tang couldn't help but raise her head, her whole body trembling.
"Uncle, no... this place, ah!"
Suddenly, her buttocks were parted by a hand, and a wriggling tongue probed her anus, gently circling the delicate veins before withdrawing slightly.
Xue Tang screamed, her head thrown back. Her uncle rarely touched this area, especially not in this room that still seemed to hold Li Dong's scent, which only intensified her shame.
When his tongue withdrew, she thought it was over, her contracted anus trembling as it relaxed.
But unexpectedly, in that instant of relaxation, his wet tongue precisely pressed against her most sensitive spot—her anus.
"Ahhh…!"
Xue Tang's entire body suddenly tensed and arched like a fish out of water, her legs arching, her toes clenching in unbearable agony.
Her uncle's tongue, as if alive, probed her anus, almost squeezing into her tender cavity, then spiraling and licking along the sensitive lines.
Xue Tang's eyes were glazed, her body tense. She knew what her uncle was doing, but this kind of thing didn't happen often.
Before, her uncle hadn't seemed particularly concerned about her anus, never forcing anything.
But now, her uncle gave her an even more terrifying, more greedy feeling, as if he wanted to devour her entire body, from head to toe.
His large tongue moved, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her, making her almost unable to think, only able to plead instinctively, "No...not there...ah, um, Uncle, please...it's dirty there...ooh."
Luo Shaowen suddenly released her chrysanthemum, and Xue Tang's delicate body involuntarily relaxed, but the next moment she was pulled into Luo Shaowen's arms.
Her face was still flushed, her damp black hair clung to her cheeks, tears streaked her eyes, and her panting appearance added to her tragic beauty.
"My niece's chrysanthemum is not dirty at all," Luo Shaowen laughed, lowering his head to kiss Xue Tang's cherry lips.
Xue Tang's panting lips were caught off guard by his kiss, their lips locked in a deep, rhythmic kiss, moving back and forth. A large tongue probed into the small mouth, greedily hooking and swirling the small tongue around, the kiss producing continuous smacking sounds.
Just as Luo Shaowen had said, his tongue and lips carried only the warm, pleasant scent of delicate skin, sweat, and a mixture of sweet, musky fluids—not a trace of dirt.
As beings of pure Yin constitution, they not only possessed a delightful, musky fragrance, but their skin was also flawless, without a single tiny scar, wart, or mole—a gift of divine regeneration.
Even the slightest imperfection could not remain on their bodies.
In ancient times, they were even called "immaculate women," their sweat fragrant, and their anus clean and pale pink, without warts or pigmentation, as delicate as a newborn.
Naturally, it attracted covetous eyes. The reason Luo Shaowen hadn't previously focused so much on Xue Tang's chrysanthemum was because her vagina offered him greater benefits; but now, having initially integrated his Pure Yang Heart, it was time to fully enjoy every part of his beautiful niece's body.
He certainly wouldn't let go of the little chrysanthemum he'd been craving.
Xue Tang, dizzy from the kisses, was lifted up by Luo Shaowen and carried to the bathroom. He'd only gone to fill the bathtub; tonight wouldn't end so simply.
This was merely the beginning of a deep, immersive battle.
Moreover, after enjoying his niece's beautiful body and replenishing his Pure Yang Heart, he would continue his relentless assault on Tang Lanyan.
Until he had subdued the stubborn queen of war…