The sensations faithfully reflected the overwhelming, uncontrollable pleasure coursing through her vagina.
Tang Lanyan was momentarily confused. Zhi Ran's appearance was unexpected. In her memory, Zhi Ran should have been at the Guizhou base. Even if danger had arisen, with Zhi Ran's intelligence and resourcefulness, she shouldn't have been in such a predicament.
Indeed, Tang Lanyan was right.
Before executing the plan, Zhao Ziran had prepared numerous contingency plans, taking into account many unfavorable factors. Combined with her keen intuition, theoretically, almost no one could catch her.
However, Zhao Ziran hadn't considered what would happen if she lost her composure.
The scene before her was indeed shocking, but Tang Lanyan didn't remain confused for long. As the "Queen of War," being confused was not her style.
She leaped from the bed, her soft toes barely touching the ground, her lithe body weaving behind him like a flower in flight. She planned to subdue Luo Shaowen first, then rescue Zhao Ziran from his arms.
Her snow-white body moved like the wind, her black hair swift and agile, whipping behind her with a spirited air. Broad shoulders and narrow ribs framed her lithe and shapely upper body. Two round, snow-white breasts, like white rabbits, swayed proudly, their delicate, rosy areolas and tiny, bud-like nipples almost brushing against two alluring red shadows.
Between her full hips and large breasts, her slender waist, as thin as a willow branch yet as supple as a sheet of steel, twisted with a twist, and her incredibly long legs shot straight up towards the sky. Her bare feet, seemingly small and delicate like lotus petals, yet capable of tearing through steel, aimed at Luo Shaowen's neck.
"No, sister!"
Zhi Ran seemed to cry out urgently.
The next moment, Tang Lanyan felt as if a sour, tired berry inside her had been crushed, an intense, astringent fatigue spreading through her limbs like splattered juice.
"Mmm!"
Tang Lanyan groaned softly, her delicate body trembling, and she staggered back a few steps.
The feeling came quickly, and it ended just as quickly, lasting only an instant. It seemed like her imagination, yet she knew it undeniably affected her movements.
Zhao Ziran, however, understood what was happening. The chip implanted in her sister's body didn't just have the effect of shifting her competitive spirit.
The chip also recorded her sister's "nerve" and "hormonal" information. Yesterday's repeated intense orgasms were her sister's first true defeat.
That cry, and the languid, exhausted sleep filled with semen, until now... the aftereffects couldn't be compensated for by a good night's sleep.
The chip was like an enemy that had infiltrated her body, recording the hormonal changes during her "defeat." Whenever her sister attempted to break free of her inhibitions, the conditions for re-activation would be met.
Just like before, the hormonal imbalance caused her sister to briefly malfunction.
Of course, since she performed the surgery herself, only she knew a little trick to eliminate this side effect… but now was certainly not the time…
Luo Shaowen made a "squeak" sound, pulling his sticky, white-semen-covered penis out of Zhao Ziran's body. Her two soft, red lips parted slightly, the intricately folded labia resembling a blooming rose. The opening below her vulva was nearly half the size of a thumb, moist and pink inside, with abundant folds of flesh.
The vulva seemed to still be steaming, its labia spasming and contracting.
Between the folds of flesh, a paste-like white semen was still dripping wetly, and with each contraction, a thick, milky fluid gushed from the depths of her pink vulva.
Luo Shaowen released her, letting Zhao Ziran fall onto the bed. Her long, bare legs were spread wide, and white fluid flowed from her vulva, a scene of utter debauchery and utter disarray.
Luo Shaowen walked towards Tang Lanyan, his penis throbbing, dripping drops of white fluid.
Tang Lanyan's starry eyes glanced at his penis, and a strange wavering appeared in her previously pure and resolute expression.
Instinctively, she felt as if she had once again encountered the only beast she could never overcome, and her beautiful back subtly tightened.
But like an Amazonian queen born for battle, never giving up, her inner pride wouldn't allow her to waver, and her gaze hardened once more.
Her curvaceous, taut, and smooth body, elegant and dense like a female leopard, suddenly lunged forward, her full, trembling, round, snow-white breasts rapidly magnified in Luo Shaowen's gaze, seemingly about to crash directly into him.
"Whoosh!"
The whooshing sound carried a faint, honey-scented fragrance.
But just before their bodies collided, Tang Lanyan's body twisted incredibly smoothly, her slender, firm waist contorting half a circle, her long, strong legs like springs, whistling as they gripped Luo Shaowen's neck.
Between her wide-open, snow-white legs, muscles bulged, firm as balls, yet the overall shape appeared exceptionally long and agile. Her inner thighs, like inverted dates, revealed a slightly parted, tender, soft labia, like a breathtakingly beautiful, moist burst of honey, a glistening sheen of moisture.
Like orchids and musk, the allure was irresistible.
Her long, beautiful legs seemed to hook around Luo Shaowen's neck like a spider, but then suddenly froze, the exertion momentarily halted, the muscles in her legs trembling slightly.
*Smack!*
A large hand suddenly grabbed Tang Lanyan's knee. Her beautiful leg, which should have easily pulled Luo Shaowen to the ground, was instead firmly grasped and pushed downwards, causing Tang Lanyan's lithe body to be thrown to the ground by Luo Shaowen.
One long leg was lifted high, the knee pressing against her full breasts. The plump triangle between her thighs, squeezed together by the misaligned thighs, appeared even more ripe and juicy, like a ripe peach.
The glistening moisture seeping from her vulva was dazzling.
Luo Shaowen clicked his tongue softly, and his thick, erect member, hovering between his legs, slammed hard against her lower abdomen with a *smack*.
Tang Lanyan bent her other knee and raised it, her smooth, slender calf brushing against Luo Shaowen's leg muscles. Her delicate, powder-covered foot, using her slender, white toes as a springboard, swiftly slid and pressed against Luo Shaowen's chest.
As a War Queen, Tang Lanyan's feet were exceptionally exquisite and beautiful. While her figure was naturally tall and slender, her feet, in terms of size, weren't actually smaller than many women's, but their lines were slightly raised. Her insteps were like soft, creamy jade, and her toes, as delicate as silkworm paws, were slightly curled like cat paws, arranged neatly.
Corresponding to her soft, slender toes, her toenails, though small and even, were more delicate than usual, contrasting with her soft, smooth, pale pink, fleshy soles, giving her an exceptionally delicate, refined, and petite feminine appearance.
Especially considering the War Queen's incredibly strong and unyielding personality, which even men wouldn't yield to, the fatal allure she evoked in men was unimaginable.
The feeling of her smooth, delicate feet against his chest was like that of a newborn baby's bottom, with a hint of finely ground powder. But the War Queen was, after all, the War Queen; her body was incredibly strong. Once she exerted force, her seemingly boneless feet revealed a dangerously resilient strength, instantly lifting Luo Shaowen up.
"Hmm!"
At this moment, Tang Lanyan suddenly arched her head again, and that bursting sensation returned. Her knees trembled, and Luo Shaowen pressed her down once more.
This time, even her two slender, jade-like legs were firmly held in his hands. With a flick upwards, the War Queen's legs were upside down, her exceptionally strong, long, and shapely legs swaying in the air.
Luo Shaowen then lowered his head, his large mouth "hissing" as he covered the swollen, full, tender vulva between her legs.