Black Street.
This peculiar space is now filled with ruins, even massive fissures. But these aren't earthquake cracks; they're more like the space's own "renewal," for from these fissures emerge buildings and scenery unlike anything seen in the Black Street before.
These are reflections of scenes vividly etched in Tang Lin's memory, scenes that are all real—this space is too special. In the words of ancient Taoist alchemists, it's called a Grotto-Heaven; in Buddhist circles, it's the Western Paradise.
It's called a Grotto-Heaven because of its creative power; it not only creates a more favorable environment for disciples' cultivation, but the Grotto-Heaven's master can also freely project their innermost thoughts. However, not a single blade of grass or tree can be taken outside, but within this space, they are absolutely real, incredibly wondrous.
As for Tang Lin, he certainly isn't qualified to be the master of Black Street.
However, Black Street was left behind after Li Zhiyu's death, meaning it's essentially—without a master.
Tang Lin possessed pure Yang bone marrow, essentially granting him the key to an empty, unclaimed home, making him temporarily the master of this space.
This is why his memories were reflected. However, the difference between Tang Lin and Li Zhiyu was vast; Tang Lin lacked the ability to recreate a hidden world, hence the catastrophic scene.
Amidst these ruins stood a small, old-fashioned house, a type of self-built dwelling that had disappeared on the outskirts of cities, residing only in remote towns. This unassuming building stood out starkly here.
With a little attention, one would notice how undamaged it was, seemingly transported from another era, amidst the apocalyptic landscape of the Black Street.
The Black Street, once vibrant and bustling, was now eerily quiet. But this tranquility was shattered by soft moans.
Following the sound, the source was precisely this building.
The closer one gets, the clearer the sound becomes—a soft, plaintive moan, delicate yet steady, exuding an extraordinary air of elegance and grace. The voice is beautiful as heavenly music, but not the sweet, crisp sound of a young girl; it is more composed and magnetic, revealing the owner's long-held status and noble beauty.
But now, this noble voice is filled with suppressed gasps, sobs, and incredibly melodious moans. The groans are unusually muffled, as if something is pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe, yet they forcefully open their mouths to moan, making it sound extremely lewd and seductive.
Meanwhile, another wet, muffled sound, like a leech clinging to a bone, accompanies the melodious moans, accompanied by sudden, rising and falling gurgling sounds, always interspersed with an unusually loud slapping sound of flesh.
"Ah...woo—ah...um, ah...—"
"Slap, slap slap slap slap...!"
The scene inside the room was even more astonishing. A long, exquisitely made dress was torn into countless pieces, scattered everywhere.
On the old bed, the most striking sight was an exceptionally moist, plump, and soft buttocks, mature and full, pressed upwards. Her beautiful legs were folded, highlighting the fleshy buttocks in a breathtakingly alluring way.
They were truly too full. It wasn't just simple roundness, but an indescribable moistness. The flesh trembled like gelatinous jelly, yet possessed an unparalleled softness and tenderness, giving a feeling of roundness and smoothness, as if filled with creamy milk, surging and undulating.
The slender waist peeking out below created the illusion of a delicate branch bearing a large fruit, but that was merely a misperception. Though slender, the waist was plump and fleshy, exuding mature allure. The reason it appeared so exceptionally thin was due to the incredibly full and rounded buttocks at this angle!
It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight, rarely seen in the world—yet the culprit behind this spectacle was an enormous, dark-skinned penis, its veins bulging, a hint of red tinged with black.
Its owner pressed two exceptionally beautiful legs against the beauty's shoulders, squatting like a gorilla, knees against her full, snowy breasts, her fair, shapely calves dangling helplessly and lasciviously on either side of her head.
His back undulated like waves, his firm buttocks rising and falling, covering the round, snowy bottom below.
Each thrust was accompanied by a loud squelching sound. The large penis stretched the two hairless, exceptionally moist labia wide open, gripping the shaft like tender, fleshy rings. With each thrust, the full, tender rings of flesh bloomed layer by layer like flowers.
The large, peach-pink labia majora, with two delicate, bright red clam-like labia inside, were originally small, delicate flower lips, hidden within the labia majora, even pinker than the tip of a tender peach in spring.
But now they were engorged and red with blood, swollen from the intense scraping as the large penis moved in and out. The tender, reddish-brown inner flesh was the last to be pulled out by the penis, clinging to the shaft like glue, layer upon layer, thin and translucent, stretching almost a finger's length as it clung to the shaft.
The tightness and suction of the tender orifice, combined with the force of the large penis thrusting in, produced an unusually thick, wet sound. The firm buttocks, with their prominent testicles, slammed against the large, white buttocks, causing the incredibly plump, snowy flesh to ripple and surge, creating waves that spread from the tip of the buttocks to the base, even lingering on the waist.
Amidst this swaying, the delicate labia were stretched to their limit, and white fluid gushed out, joining the gurgling stream of white fluid flowing between the buttocks.
"Squeak..."
The old bed groaned under the weight, bouncing and lifting, making one worry that it might collapse at any moment.
"Damn...it's so fucking wet, and so tight! No wonder...Li Zhiyu died young!" Tang Lin said, pressing in as far as he could, his firm buttocks pressing against the snowy, plump buttocks, even squeezing the flesh slightly outwards, slowly grinding against each other. The black and white mingled, like a large, starkly contrasting millstone. Tang Lin wasn't black, so his skin wasn't that dark, but compared to the smooth, white, flawless, jade-like buttocks beneath him, it was nothing.
"Ah...wooo...!"
Her jade-like legs were stretched out and curled up tightly, the point of contact emitting an unusually thick, squelching sound, as if a large stick was churning inside, causing the plump labia to twist left and right, the white fluid gurgling and overflowing from the vulva.
It resembled grinding soybeans into milk on a millstone, even the fine bubbles were almost identical, but the stretching and pulling, the viscosity approaching that of thick milk, was incomparable to soybean milk.
"Ah…—"
Jiang Yingji's two elegant, pale hands gripped the sheets tightly, her swan-like neck arched high, lifting her beautiful, fair chin, her entire voluptuous, long, naked body trembling slightly.
"Ah… um… ah, ah—"
Jiang Yingji's breasts heaved, her large breasts too full and plump, the milk soft and delicate, swelling like white peach mountains in her lying position, yet her chest and ribs could hardly contain them, further compressed by her knees, the slightest movement causing a surging torrent.
Tang Lin, his eyes burning with desire, lowered his head and sucked hard, lifting the enormous breasts, areola and nipple together, until they became suspended, full, trembling melons.
"Ah…—"
When he released her, the breasts bounced back, their white flesh undulating, a bright red sucking mark now clearly visible on the nipple, which had become a luscious, rosy red.