Almost all the veteran members of the mountain base were gathered here. Most of them were stark naked; even worse, traces of white fluid still clung to their erect members...
"Although these men were all defeated by you in the bedroom, I promised to let them share in this feast, and I won't go back on my word."
They loosely encircled Sister Lan-yan. Some stared at her as if she were prey, while others wore complex expressions—a mix of reluctance and shame—yet their eyes betrayed an undisguised lust. They were like a pack of dogs that had tasted blood; there was no going back to their former, orderly lives.
The Black man who had once escaped him glared at Sister Lan-yan with particular ferocity, his eyes locked intently upon her.
"If you choose to submit now, I can spare Li Dong and let you two reunite. After all, since I took Li Zhiyu's heart, I suppose I'm practically half a father to him."
"And that bunch of losers could become your subordinates again; you could punish them however you pleased..."
Luo Shaowen's words were a mix of threats, coercion, and inducements. Tang Lan-yan furrowed her brows slightly and shook her head firmly. "Xiao Dong has spoken of you. He did once regard you as a father figure, but if he knew what kind of person you truly are, the rage and disappointment he'd feel would be immense."
She didn't even spare the men a glance, shaking her head at Luo Shaowen. "I won't let you get your way."
Hearing this exchange, Li Dong felt as though his very soul had been struck by a heavy hammer; a crushing, oppressive weight settled upon him. He had long speculated about his own origins—especially given his "Pure Yang" constitution and the vague realization that Aunt Yingji was his mother—and by following the clues, he had already uncovered a few hints of the truth. That mysterious powerhouse who had burst onto the scene and sunk an American aircraft carrier—Li Zhiyu—was very likely his own father.
And now, he finally knew for certain that Li Zhiyu was indeed his father.
This revelation exposed a cruel truth: his eldest uncle was the mastermind behind it all. He had targeted not only Li Dong but had also ruthlessly victimized his father, Li Zhiyu... Li Dong could barely catch his breath; the events of the day were so shocking that he found them hard to process, leaving him momentarily stunned and motionless.
Suddenly, a fragrant presence drew near. A soft, smooth hand reached gently toward his crotch; instead of stroking him, it simply held his flaccid penis gently, as if offering comfort.
Li Dong glanced at Shen Weiwei. Her expression had softened, and a look of sympathy seemed to play across her face. He couldn't help but smile wryly, yet for some reason, feeling his member held in that soft hand brought him a strange sense of solace.
He steadied himself and looked back at the scene before him. Luo Shaowen, hearing Tang Lanyan's refusal, turned cold. He spoke in a tone that sounded almost regretful:
"What a pity, then. I suppose I'll just have to fuck you into submission myself!"
Luo Shaowen casually tore off his silk robe, instantly revealing a powerful, muscular physique as solid as refined steel. His member, which had been hanging limp like a giant serpent, suddenly reared upward—visibly surging like a dragon awakening. As it swelled to a massive size, its color shifted from brown to a deep, glowing crimson, and thick blue veins bulged prominently, snaking their way up the shaft.
The mushroom-shaped glans looked like a goose egg swollen to a deep purple hue; the urethral opening pulsed rhythmically, seemingly radiating waves of intense heat. Whether in terms of size or rigidity, it was unlike anything Li Dong had ever seen—surpassing even that of Black men—for it wasn't merely a matter of sheer size; it possessed an extraordinary, searing heat and rock-hard firmness.
The mere sight of it seemed hot enough to burn.
As Luo Shaowen revealed his naked member, Zhao Zhiran stood nearby, a rosy flush spreading across her lovely face; she bit gently at her tender, pink lips, her legs turning weak beneath her. As Luo Shaowen absorbed more of the Pure Yang energy, his cock had grown even more formidable than before; anxiety and concern mingled in her beautiful eyes as she watched her sister intently.
From an observer's perspective, the moment that massive cock was revealed, Tang Lanyan's body stiffened slightly, and her breathing grew suddenly rapid.
Her magnificent body—strong yet possessing the unique, graceful curves of a woman—trembled gently. Her ample, perky breasts—full and pointed like hanging melons or teardrops—heaved continuously, visibly bouncing and quivering.
The pale cherry-pink areolas, smooth and free of bumps, were now studded with a ring of fine, goosebump-like peaks. Her nipples, flushed a tender red and engorged, stood erect like cylindrical grapes; elongated to the length of a pinky-finger tip and swollen to a deep, purplish-red hue, they—along with the raised, mound-like areolas—resembled the tip of a papaya, looking incredibly alluring.
Her snow-white skin, glistening with moisture and smooth as silk, rippled with the slight trembling of toned, shapely muscles. Fine beads of sweat seeped out, coating her fair skin in a glistening, crystalline sheen.
Fragrant sweat gathered into droplets that slid swiftly down the graceful contours of her body; her skin was so smooth that the droplets could not cling, cascading rapidly all the way down to her ankles. Zhao Zhiran felt a sudden pang of tension; knowing her sister well, she understood that this wasn't merely fear. It was more akin to the involuntary, adrenaline-fueled trembling a warrior experiences when facing a formidable foe.
Yet, the mere sight of that "weapon" was enough to make the formidable "Battle Queen" tremble and tense up—her body reacting instinctively. The gravity of her demeanor now was worlds apart from how she acted when facing Qin Yan.
"How does it compare to before?" Luo Shaowen asked teasingly. "Do you think I still can't conquer you?"
Tang Lanyan's attention was almost entirely fixed on that massive, throbbing member. Hearing his words, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, her face flushing as if she were suppressing something. A moment later, she arched her slender waist and lifted her long, snow-white neck, staring defiantly right at Luo Shaowen without yielding an inch.
"You can't!"
Nearby, hidden within Shen Weiwei's barrier, Li Dong shuddered at her words. Although Sister Lanyan's voice sounded resolute, Li Dong—who knew her well—could see a trace of wavering in her.
It was a silent testament to the fact that his uncle possessed the power to "conquer" her...