Zhao Zhiran busied herself until she reached the end of the line, finally sucking out the last team member's potent semen; however, the fluid overflowed from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her alluring jawline and dripping onto her soft, ample breasts.
These hand-picked candidates for elite special forces possessed semen volumes several times that of the average man—to say nothing of the explosive force of their release—leaving Zhao Zhiran struggling to swallow it all...
Standing by the window, Zhao Zhiran plucked a dried, white, film-like patch of congealed semen from her breast, her gaze drifting toward the "hunting ground" Luo Shaowen had orchestrated using her as his instrument.
Those team members had been personally trained by her older sister, Tang Lanyan, and were intimately familiar with her combat style. In an environment where supernatural powers were suppressed, the gap in strength between the team members and her sister narrowed further—compounded by the addition of powerful fighters from Black, White, and Southeast Asian backgrounds.
Looking through the film of semen, Zhao Zhiran seemed to envision the scene awaiting her sister: being drenched from head to toe in that "white, cloudy fluid"...
Zhao Zhiran was right.
Deep within the jungle—modeled after the terrain of northern Myanmar—and following a fierce pursuit, several figures moved stealthily, crouching low as they slowly closed in on a naked, snow-white body leaning against a tree trunk. Her towering, full breasts—reminiscent of a queen bee's abdomen—heaved and trembled with her rapid breathing.
Glistening sweat rolled like beads down her smooth, supple skin, tracing the contours of her athletic yet sleek physique.
Tang Lanyan arched her beautiful back; the line flowing from her wing-like shoulder blades to her slender, taut waist and firm, rounded buttocks formed a breathtakingly graceful curve. She pushed off the tree trunk, tossing back a thick, dark ponytail tied simply with a strip of torn cloth.
Her sharp, beautiful eyes darted briefly, instantly pinpointing the locations of all her pursuers. The sight of those familiar faces caused even the typically decisive "War Queen" to hesitate and wonder for a moment; yet, almost immediately, her willow-leaf brows—which swept upward toward her temples with a blend of softness and unshakeable heroic spirit—arched slightly, and her brilliant, star-like eyes regained their steely resolve.
Treating them simply as traitors, she—a warrior through and through—left all complex matters to Zhiran, refusing to burden her mind with such things.
It was not that Tang Lanyan lacked intelligence or the inclination to think; rather, a pure warrior has no room for extraneous thoughts. At the very least, when it came to combat, her level of focus was fully worthy of her title, the War Queen.
Since they had appeared here to hunt her down, she would show them no mercy.
However, Tang Lanyan was unaware that she was actually inside a "hunting ground"; the idea of a "pursuit" was a fallacy, for this was a trap specifically orchestrated for her by Luo Shaowen.
From the moment of her capture in northern Myanmar to her secret transport to Shen City, Tang Lanyan had remained in a drugged, unconscious state. Even later, while held in the underground base, she never once left that "prison cell"—or, more accurately, that "sex chamber."
Tang Lanyan did not even realize that she had already left northern Myanmar.
Luo Shaowen knew that to truly conquer Tang Lanyan, he had to defeat both her resilient body and her even more resilient spirit on a "battlefield" familiar to her.
Thus, he had devised this scenario: feigning a lapse in security, he allowed Tang Lanyan—who had never ceased her resistance—to seize the opportunity and make a desperate bid for escape. Of course, there was no chance of a clean getaway; the exit from the "base" led directly into a forest designed to function like a labyrinth.
Furthermore, the ingenious layout, surrounded on all sides by mountains, completely concealed the "Luoshen Tower," while the artificially adjusted, hot and humid climate perfectly mimicked the tropical jungles of northern Myanmar. Even so, the "War Queen" was not easily fooled.
Her combat instincts were powerful and pure; not even the slightest flaw could escape Tang Lanyan's sharp eyes.
However, this jungle maze had been personally designed by Zhao Zhiran—the person who knew her best. Furthermore, the implanted chip, while unable to control Tang Lanyan directly, could exert a subtle influence on her.
It clouded her ability to distinguish the reality of the jungle around her.
"Come out." Tang Lanyan pursed her lips and cast a cold, sweeping glance at their hiding spots. Several former teammates stepped out awkwardly; though they dared not meet her gaze, their eyes were irresistibly drawn to her naked body—skin fair and translucent, smooth as if dusted with powder, standing out starkly against the lush green backdrop of the jungle.
Her slender yet athletic physique—combining the agile, powerful lines of a panther with feminine grace—exuded a heroic aura that made it impossible to look away; it was a breathtaking, stunning beauty.
Yet, under Tang Lanyan's piercing scrutiny, the men felt a twinge of guilt and regret. One of them was just about to speak...
Suddenly, a massive, dark-skinned man pushed his way out from behind the others; his limbs had been replaced with gleaming mechanical parts.
It was James, the Black fighter who had been battling Tang Lanyan ever since their days in northern Myanmar. Even his flanks bore clear signs of mechanical implants—all of which were, naturally, Tang Lanyan's handiwork.
He shook his shaved, dark head, a ferocious snarl twisting his features, and charged straight at Tang Lanyan without a word.
James possessed a chimpanzee-like, hulking physique that was already heavy, and with the added weight of extensive mechanical implants, the ground seemed to shake and mud splattered wildly as he ran. Tang Lanyan, however, did not waver in the slightest; far from retreating, she charged straight toward the black man's massive frame.
Yet, she did not choose a direct, head-on collision. Just as the two were about to crash into each other, she displayed incredible flexibility, suddenly arching her back to dodge the black man's steamroller-like bear hug.
To onlookers, the "Battle Queen's" fair, agile body seemed to drop low as she leaned sharply backward; in an instant, her long, shapely legs and toned, slender waist formed a dramatic, sweeping arc.
Beneath her rock-hard, flat abdomen, her mons pubis rose high and soft like a mound of snow. The firm muscles of her thighs and belly—devoid of any excess fat—accentuated the lush, voluptuous fullness of her labia majora, a feature that defied the toning effects of her rigorous training. The sparse, youthful patch of hair atop that snowy mound formed a small inverted triangle, instantly captivating every eye.
Then, with a snap of her slender waist—which had been bent into a deep "S" curve—she unleashed explosive power, much like a compressed spring of high-grade steel. Her massive breasts, stretched taut by the rapid backward arch, took on a firm, elongated, and voluptuous oval shape.
As her agile upper body snapped back into position and she leapt forward, her huge, heavy breasts bounced vigorously—one rising as the other fell—while her crimson nipples traced heart-stopping streaks of red through the air.
One look made it obvious that such a heavy bust would severely compromise one's balance; it was no wonder Tang Lanyan had once considered having them surgically removed.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhiran and Li Dong had vehemently dissuaded her. Otherwise, this pair of perfect, massive breasts—combining fullness, perkiness, roundness, and a lush, supple texture, all while defying gravity thanks to powerful pectoral muscles—would have been lost forever. Naturally, it also treated the onlookers to a dazzling spectacle...
After springing up with the agility of a gymnast, Tang Lanyan balanced on one leg and executed a sudden, spinning pirouette; her tied-back ponytail whipped through the air, while her other leg—impossibly long, shapely, and powerful—lashed out like a snow-white whip toward the back of James's neck.
*Thwack!*
The Black man was kicked so hard he pitched forward and tumbled across the ground, gouging a massive crater in the earth.
Tang Lanyan stood still, catching her breath; a bead of perspiration trickled down her alabaster neck. For some reason, her power seemed constrained by an invisible force, limiting her to a mere Level 4 "Body of Steel" capability. Moreover, whenever she engaged in strenuous movement, a sensation of heat would flare deep within her anus, continuously draining her stamina.
But that was a problem for later; she raised her foot, preparing to finish off the opponent who had been pestering her. Her foot was fair, smooth, and seemingly spotless—a result of her "Body of Steel" enhancement ability, where the transition between steel and flesh caused any clinging dirt or debris to simply fall away.