Zhao Ziran felt a pang of sadness.
She knew that Luo Shaowen currently held the upper hand. If she didn't help Luo Shaowen "conquer" her sister, her sister might face even more unpredictable dangers.
Therefore, she didn't regret her decision.
Even so, she believed her sister Tang Lanyan's resilience wouldn't stop there.
Besides, she hadn't given up. To make amends for her mistake, she had tried every possible way to send messages out, but even she felt the chances of delivering them to the right person were slim.
However, she still believed in Xiao Dong. Even though she had deliberately concealed his memories before setting off to confuse potential manipulators, once he realized he couldn't be contacted, Xiao Dong would definitely use every means to find any clues related to her, and perhaps he would discover this.
Her greatest hope lay with the Luo family father and son. She had guessed their intentions from the beginning, so when filming those videos, she didn't deliberately suppress her desire—she presented herself in the most authentic and lewd manner before the camera.
She was actually being fucked by a black man until she lost control of her bladder; it wasn't faked.
To cover up the message she truly wanted to convey, she had to deceive her own body.
Only then would the Luo family father and son find the videos useful.
Moreover, she knew that given the Luo family father and son's character, if they were desperate, they would definitely try to spread those videos… therefore, those videos had the highest probability of being leaked.
But just thinking about the content made her inexplicably moisten, her once-closed vulva slippery as if soaked in oil.
On one hand, she desperately wanted Xiao Dong to see and understand her message; on the other hand, the thought of Xiao Dong witnessing such lewd scenes made her body tremble slightly.
Women are always torn by the love of their beloved, their hearts filled with countless emotions, even a brilliant female researcher is no exception.
Just as she was struggling with this dilemma, a message arrived.
To deceive the enemy, one must first deceive oneself. Although the chip implanted in her body didn't completely control her actions—because Zhao Hao had a small loophole he could exploit—
Now, the parts of her body she could control had expanded from just her left little finger to nearly ten percent of her entire body. For her, this was enough to do many things in crucial moments.
However, she was still lying low, pretending to be completely controlled…
Her "performance" was so convincing that even someone as shrewd as Luo Shaowen began to believe her, granting her some access to the base.
Of course, she still had no real freedom, only access to facilitate her research, including communication within the base.
The message was from Luo Shaowen, saying he was coming soon—to "favor" the sisters. For a moment, Zhao Ziran's feelings were complex and difficult to describe. Since Luo Shaowen wanted the sisters to be together, she could finally meet her sister, Tang Lanyan, but there was nothing she could do at the moment.
Moreover, the thought of what would happen when Luo Shaowen returned made her cheeks flush slightly, a strange and inexplicable shyness rising within her.
In fact, the possibility of sharing a husband with her sister was something she had considered.
On one hand, she knew better than anyone the allure of her sister. Perhaps her sister, Tang Lanyan, herself didn't know, but she knew it better than anyone else.
On the other hand, those were just fantasies in her erotic dreams; she had never imagined that such a day would actually come.
Moreover, even in her erotic dreams, only Xiao Dong's face appeared in her mind. Even if the sisters shared a husband, she had never considered doing it with anyone else.
Although she knew from the moment she found herself in this situation that it would come sooner or later, she still couldn't help feeling shy.
...
How much time had passed was unknown.
Tang Lanyan finally regained consciousness. She propped herself up, curling her long, slender legs as she sat diagonally up from the bed.
She frowned slightly. Although she felt she had rested for a long time, her strength didn't seem to have fully recovered.
A subtle, electric-like sensation rippled through her muscles, accumulating into a faint ache. This feeling was extremely unusual.
It was present in every muscle from her feet and toes to her neck and shoulders. It wasn't the feeling of intense exercise, but rather a strange, penetrating fatigue that lingered throughout her body.
Tang Lanyan didn't know that this tingling fatigue was the feeling of utter exhaustion after passionate lovemaking, a feeling so profound that one didn't want to move a single finger.
Even if she was incredibly strong, such exertion without proper nutrition inevitably affected her physical strength.
She raised her head and saw a shelf beside the bed, laden with pairs of soaked underwear.
They seemed to have been slightly fermented amidst crushed fruit, honey, and orchid petals, their sweet, slightly musky scent almost wafting towards her.
Her starry eyes widened slightly, a strange sense of resentment rising within her…it was like a row of dense marks of defeat.
To the Queen of War, it felt like a blatant humiliation and provocation.
Suddenly, the sound of two airlocks opening echoed.
Tang Lanyan pursed her lips, her starry eyes sharp, like a proud female leopard whose territory had been invaded, looking towards the doorway.
But unexpectedly, what appeared before her were two bodies, joined together like conjoined twins, naked and engaged in intercourse.
The woman was completely naked, her skin as white as snow, her figure graceful and slender, her proportions exquisitely perfect—both voluptuous and curvaceous, a balance bordering on perfection.
She clung to the muscular male body, her long, snow-white legs wrapped around his waist, her head buried in his shoulder, her thick, jet-black hair cascading down her back and waist, ending at her full, rounded buttocks.
This further accentuated the soft, white flesh of her buttocks, making them resemble large, plump, juicy pears.
Beneath two round, alabaster-white buttocks, a thick, dark reddish-black penis, as thick as a child's arm, was inserted erect. The two plump, tender labia were stretched open, swollen and swollen, revealing a ring of tender, red flesh that clung tightly to the large penis. Thin, viscous, whitish fluids glistened from the vagina with each thrust.
"Ugh...ah, so deep...no...ah, ah...!"
The lewd moans were a voice Tang Lanyan knew all too well, along with a slender yet shapely figure, unforgettable at first glance…
Although they didn't bathe together often, how could sisters not know each other's bodies?
Zhi Ran.
It was her younger sister, Zhao Zhi Ran.
Luo Shaowen carried Zhao Zhi Ran straight to the bedside. Tang Lanyan could directly see how the pink flesh inside her sister's vagina was being kneaded and pulled out, repeatedly ravaged.
The nectar was churned into a thick, white paste, a fine layer of milky fluid accumulating around the labia, the sound like the muffled gurgling of water being forced into a tight vaginal canal.
"Sister... oh... no... I'm going to climax... ah...!"
Zhi Ran's smooth, soft, snow-white feet were intertwined, her jade-like insteps arched forcefully, her full, slender, and alluring big toe spasmodically curled up, while the remaining smooth, long toes curled tightly back, her lotus-petal-like, soft, and translucent soles arched firmly, her arches taut.