Her toes were held close together, gleaming with a lustrous, pearly sheen, while the soles of her feet glowed with a rosy, healthy flush. From her slender, rounded heel to the plump ball of her foot, the arch formed an exquisite, graceful curve—delicate and smooth as a lotus petal.
Though her skin appeared softer and more tender than an infant's, no one could doubt the "Battle Queen's" formidable strength. As she brought her foot down, the smooth, creamy instep revealed faint traces of blue veins and slightly taut tendons, lending an air of lethal efficiency to her movements. But at that very moment, a massive steel hand suddenly sprang into action; with a swift motion, it shot upward to grip Tang Lanyan's fair, slender foot, followed by a furious roar:
"Bitch!"
"Did you think I wouldn't take precautions? Did you think you could just beat me like a dog? This mechanical arm was made for this exact moment!"
*Zzzzt!*
The crackle of electricity erupted like a flock of agitated birds; visible arcs of current surged up her smooth, shapely calf, racing irresistibly across her entire body.
"Ah...!"
Tang Lanyan's body went instantly numb, and she couldn't help but throw her head back and scream. While such a powerful shock wasn't lethal to her "Steel Body," it completely robbed her of the ability to move. The current surged upward directly from the sole of her foot; the stinging, numbing sensation pierced through her beautiful leg like a blade, shooting straight up to her groin in a split second.
A sudden, melting sensation washed over her intimate area; the heavy, aching feeling combined with the electrical numbness caused even this battle-hardened Warrior Queen to go limp and cry out.
The Black man below then heaved her foot, toppling Tang Lanyan to the ground. His mechanical hand kept a vice-like grip on her sole, while his other—unmodified—hand reached out to seize her other slender, delicate foot, hoisting both of them upward in one motion.
He pinned the Warrior Queen's long, shapely legs against his shoulders, pressing her rounded knees against her own ample, resilient breasts. Her thick, dark ponytail cascaded onto the ground like rich silk; even amidst the dirt and withered twigs, its lustrous beauty remained undimmed.
The Black man was ecstatic; he cranked up the voltage in his mechanical palm, as if intent on unleashing the full force of the charge in one go. "Ahhh...!!"
Tang Lanyan arched her snow-white neck high; her rounded, jade-like buttocks—pressed upwards—quivered violently. Between her plump, glistening labia majora—spread slightly by the tension of her thighs—her delicate, semi-translucent inner lips (resembling tender pink fish-flesh) fluttered rapidly. Synchronized with the intense trembling of her firm, voluptuous hips, it seemed as though something was on the verge of bursting forth.
The Black man seemed to realize what was happening; grinning, he shifted his hips to the side, clearing the view so everyone could see the Warrior Queen's full, rounded buttocks and witness the spectacle about to unfold.
*Szzzt!*
Suddenly, from between those lush, protruding labia—blooming like the petals of a peach—a solid, silvery stream shot out in a straight line!
The urine arched upwards, soaring nearly ten meters; only at the very end of its trajectory did the silver arc break into a cascade, scattering like a fine mist of rain.
"Heh heh, look! That bitch is pissing!"
Amidst the Black man's excited shouts, the former members of Lanyan's squad, gathered nearby, stared in a daze. One man standing close by felt a splash on his face; a few droplets landed on his skin, carrying a faint, exotic scent—a blend of musk and orchid, with the subtle, sharp tang of urine beneath it.
It made the experience all the more intoxicating.
Compelled by an inexplicable impulse, he wiped the droplet from his face and tasted it. A strange, unique flavor spread across his tongue... This was the taste of Captain Lanyan...
He felt his cock hardening to the point of bursting—even more rigid than when Zhao Zhiran had sucked it. While Zhao Zhiran's status was certainly exalted, here in the deep-mountain base, Tang Lanyan was a god—a Valkyrie—the very object of their devotion. Back in the communal bathhouse, he used to gaze in a trance at Captain Lan Yan's naked body—agile as a female panther yet radiating feminine allure—fantasizing about her accidentally stepping in the thick, clotted pools of semen he had ejaculated onto the floor and into the drains.
He had yearned desperately to taste her charms, yet—like the vast majority of the team—the most "intimate" contact he had ever experienced was during a sparring match: just before blacking out from a kick delivered by her snow-white, tender sole, he had felt a sensation of incomparable smoothness.
The crotches of the watching team members were all bulging with thick erections; whenever they glanced at one another, they could see faces flushed red with lust.
The sight of the urine spurting from between Tang Lan Yan's shapely thighs and her lush, voluptuous labia—opening and closing lewdly—shattered their final inhibitions and mental barriers, stirring a restless, primal urge within them all.
Just then, the Black man's excited shout cut off abruptly, sounding like a drake whose neck had been suddenly throttled.
In his frenzy, he had failed to notice that the electrical charge powering his artificial organs had run dry; furthermore, having shifted his body aside so the others could see the view between Tang Lan Yan's thighs, he no longer had a firm grip on her beautiful legs.
Tang Lan Yan's combat intellect and instincts were worthy of her title, "Battle Queen." Even though the electric current ceased, she realized the Black man hadn't noticed yet; she didn't lash out prematurely, nor did she stop the flow of urine, choosing instead to keep the enemy deceived.
Then, just as he was shouting in excitement, the silver arc of urine vanished. Her agile, long legs suddenly broke free; her soles slipped from his grasp, and the muscles of her shapely legs flexed beautifully as they clamped around his neck like a pair of snow-white shears, yanking him toward her. Leveraging the recoil force, she suddenly twisted her slender waist; her shapely, curvaceous upper body seemed to "rise" into the air, her long ponytail whipping behind her—a movement of indescribable, spirited grace.
The Black man let out a startled shout as that wet, plump, and succulent slit loomed large before his eyes; traces of urine still clung to her labia, and a warm, musky scent—mingled with the sharp, distinct tang of fresh urine—wafted into his face.
Then, a heavy weight descended upon his shoulders and neck; the Warrior Queen's lithe, snow-white body had coiled itself high around his throat. Instantly losing his balance, the Black man crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud.
The violent impact of the back of his head hitting the earth caused the incredibly strong Black man's body to convulse; he immediately blacked out completely, rendered incapable of further resistance.
Tang Lanyan panted softly, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat that made her snow-white flesh look as though it had been coated in smooth, lustrous oil—translucent and fine as porcelain.
She remained seated upon the unconscious man's face for a moment rather than standing up immediately; although she had defeated him, a burning sensation deep within her anus was intensifying, draining a significant amount of her stamina.
She eventually rose to her feet, only to find her path blocked.
It was the team members.
They surrounded Tang Lanyan; the scene they had just witnessed had not frightened them off...
That naked, grappling struggle had been so lewd and breathtaking that it set their lust ablaze. Some had even torn off their clothes, standing stark naked with their massive, engorged cocks fully erect as they closed in on their former captain—the "Valkyrie."
In truth, Tang Lanyan held an incomparable place in the hearts of these team members.
Had the recruiters not offered the ultimate temptation—Captain Lanyan herself—how could they have ever chosen to "betray" her? The video circulating among the base's personnel all but shattered their barriers of reason, forcing a realization upon them: even a Valkyrie could be fucked...
Under the greedy whispers, the weeds of desire in their hearts grew wildly, bursting through all rational restraint—compelling them to yield to their lust.