When he pressed his mouth against her elegant, full lips—grinding, sucking, and licking until he hooked his tongue around her sweet, smooth, and tender one—he felt a bliss akin to ascending to the heavens... His cock had already pried open her thick, tender labia when, suddenly, the unexpected happened. The old servant never imagined that, almost immediately after Tang Lin's self-detonation, the position of "Master of the Black Street"—which he had expected to remain vacant for some time—would suddenly be snatched away by someone else.
To be honest, the old servant was utterly bewildered. After the dissipation of Li Zhiyu's lingering consciousness, only those possessing a "Pure Yang Body"—or an existence akin to it, like Tang Lin—could harness the resonance of the same origin energy to claim the ownerless spatial realm.
Could it be that Pure Yang Bodies were appearing one after another?
Neglecting even Jiang Yingji, the old servant rushed to investigate, only to discover—to his shock—that the person who had snatched the prize was none other than Luo Shaowen, the Chairman of the Luo Group!
The old servant was no stranger to Luo Shaowen. Beyond the "Queen of Shanghai," he had also been keeping a covetous eye on the other two sisters with "Pure Yin Bodies"—Luo Xuetang and Luo Yutang—and had naturally noticed something suspicious about Luo Shaowen.
He had even vaguely sensed that Luo Shaowen might be an "Evil Entity."
Transcendents have existed throughout history, though under different names; for instance, shapeshifting transcendents were once called "monsters" (yōkai), while those of the "Seven Deadly Sins" variety were known as "Evil Entities."
Evil Entities and those with the "Innocent Heart" (Chizi) are natural-born adversaries, as incompatible as fire and water—not to mention that the old servant had uncovered evidence suggesting Luo Shaowen might actually be one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Li Zhiyu's demise was inextricably linked to the Seven Deadly Sins; theoretically, therefore, Luo Shaowen was the least likely person to inherit Li Zhiyu's legacy.
Yet, the reality was undeniable: Luo Shaowen—the least likely candidate—had not only seemingly consumed the power of Li Zhiyu's "Body" but had also seized control of the remnant of Li Zhiyu's "Will."
In the end, Luo Shaowen detected his surveillance; to escape, he was forced to abandon the avatar he had gone to such great lengths to secure.
The loss was devastating! The old servant was filled with bitter regret. It was a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; he had fancied himself the oriole, only to realize—like Tang Lin—that he was ultimately just the mantis.
Now that Luo Shaowen had taken control of Black Street, the old servant could no longer come and go at will; he was forced to remain in hiding. Fortunately, Luo Shaowen did not yet possess a true Pure Yang Body and could not perfectly command the entire spatial domain, leaving just enough room for him to stay concealed.
However, Luo Shaowen's influence was spreading ever deeper. The ruins where the old servant hid had once harbored other surviving superhumans, but they were being captured or killed one by one. The shapeshifting superhuman who had just been slain—arguably the most powerful among them besides himself—was gone now, filling the old servant with a profound sense of impending doom.
Black Street had become increasingly alien and perilous.
Yet, there remained one final glimmer of hope...
Taking a circuitous route to evade drone surveillance, the old servant returned to a dilapidated ruin—a place that had once been a bar.
Black Street had once teemed with superhumans, driving a massive demand for sexual services; at its peak, there were tens of thousands of prostitutes and exotic dancers, making bars and nightclubs ubiquitous.
The old servant hadn't chosen this spot at random. He knew Black Street like the back of his hand and understood exactly where one could hide. Although this place appeared to be a bar, it was actually a covert trading hub. Even though Jiang Yingji was the "Underground Queen" of Shanghai and strictly prohibited the drug trade, numerous such underground exchanges existed within Black Street.
Many of these had been backed by the old servant himself, cultivated as potential bolt-holes—though he had never truly expected to need them.
Given its level of concealment, the location was safe enough for the short term, which was why he had stashed Jiang Yingji inside.
The old servant discovered the secret code amidst the ruins and successfully navigated the labyrinthine underground passages to locate the chamber where Jiang Yingji was concealed.
The room was suffused with an alluring, subtle fragrance—reminiscent of crushed orchid petals blended with rich, sweet milk—that was deeply refreshing and indescribably sweet and heady.
The only piece of furniture was a sofa, upon which lay a slender, snow-white female form, reclining on its side. Her body was voluptuous yet supple, boasting exquisite curves; her skin possessed the flawless luster of fine jade, glowing with a milky, creamy radiance. A cascade of raven-black hair draped over her naked, smooth, and stunning physique, spilling like a silken waterfall along her graceful contours.
Locks of hair, long enough to reach her hips, brushed against the side of her hip—which appeared exceptionally full and rounded in her reclining posture—and trailed down toward the fork of her thighs, partially veiling a smooth, hairless mound of Venus that was as plump and white as a fresh ball of dough.
Between her tightly closed, tender labia, a faint trace of glistening moisture was visible—a sight of the utmost allure.
The old servant greedily swept his gaze over every inch of Jiang Yingji's skin before fixing his eyes upon her bosom. Her snow-white, creamy breasts were pressed together, creating a deep, enticing cleavage; they were incredibly full and swollen—resembling stacked bells or heavy, bell-shaped water sacs brimming with milk. The sheer volume of flesh stretched the skin near her armpits and caused her fragrant shoulders to tilt slightly under the weight—a truly spectacular sight.
The weight seemed to cause her areolas to swell and puff outward like small mounds, while the rosy nipples atop them appeared enlarged—resembling round, cherry-like pillars with deep, indented tips that seemed to hold a tiny droplet of milky-white fluid. It appeared thick and rich—resembling neither sweat nor sexual fluids—and gleamed with a bright, oily whiteness. On the breast pressed underneath, the viscous white substance at the tip had gathered into a trembling droplet, poised as if to spill over at any moment.
The faint, milky fragrance permeating the air seemed to emanate from this very source.
The old servant instinctively swallowed hard. He reached out to cup one of Jiang Yingji's massive breasts; it felt smooth and soft, as if heavy with milk. With a gentle squeeze, the white fluid at the tip swelled; a jet of milk spurted out, followed by a steady, trickling flow that spilled from the rosy nipple.
A rich, warm milky aroma wafted over him. His breathing deepened as he opened his mouth wide to latch onto the rosy, lactating nipple; with his cheeks working rhythmically and eyes half-closed in a trance-like state, he began to suckle voraciously.
*Slurp... squelch...*
As he sucked, the nipple elongated; the massive breast sprang free from his mouth, yet the erect, rosy tip continued to ooze a stream of milky white fluid.
Grasping her supple waist, the old servant lifted Jiang Yingji's body so she sat leaning against the sofa, then took the tender, rosy nipple into his mouth once more.