Xun'er's body, drenched in lust and semen, clung limply to him, as if boneless. Her dark eyes, once gentle and tender, were now bloodshot, their rims swollen and red. Tears streamed down her semen-soaked, pale cheeks like pearls from a broken string.
"I'm sorry... Brother Xiao Yan..."
Her voice was broken and hoarse, choked with deep sobs and regret. Her cries, like the feeble whiff of a wounded young animal, echoed in the damp cave, filled with the despair of abandonment. Yet, this pitiful grief contrasted starkly with the lewd spectacle her body now displayed, creating a jarring and deeply moving contrast.
Her vagina, swollen from a day and night of frantic pounding, her delicate pink labia turned outward, like a rose that had been over-tortured. Thick, white sperm continued to flow from her fucked-open hole, snaking down the dried-up streaks of cum on her inner thighs, dripping onto the rough rock with a sticky sound. Her buttocks, already drenched in their sweat, love juices, and semen, had a thick, sweet, and voluptuous scent.
Despite her heartbreaking sobs, her delicate hands, as if driven by a greater instinct, never ceased to play with herself. With unconscious lust, her pinky finger gently, yet teasingly, penetrated her vaginal opening, already drenched and sticky with cum and love juices. The fingertip gently teased her swollen, sensitive clitoris, caressing the nearly numb folds of her vaginal opening, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. The spontaneous stimulation even tinged her mournful cries with a faint moan of satisfaction.
"Ooooo… I'm sorry… Ooooo…" Her cries grew more strident, her cheeks twitching slightly with sobs. Tears mixed with the semen on her face and dripped down her chin. Yet, between her sobs, her glistening tongue, with a sense of utter lust and abandon, slowly and compulsively reached out, gently licking the warm, sticky semen on her cheek.
The sweet, fishy taste mingled with his masculine scent, along with her own salty tears, slid into her mouth. Her soft tongue carefully searched for every drop of his life essence sprayed onto her face, scooping it up and swallowing it. The action was a gesture of complete surrender to desire, an unabashed enjoyment of her own lust. Her tears and semen, tears and desire, intertwined on her delicate face, forming a most shocking image—a picture of utter depravity and yet a primal blossoming.
"I can't go back... Ah... Brother Xiao Yan... I can't go back... I can't bear it..." Xun'er whispered hoarsely, her words filled with despair, yet also with a kind of morbid pleasure, a sense of complete liberation. Her vagina, after his cock had completely withdrawn, felt a sudden emptiness, but that emptiness was quickly filled by the torment of her fingertips. Her wet index and middle fingers were now completely immersed in her vagina, stirring and scraping vigorously, trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen, while also trying to suppress the surging emptiness and hunger.
Her body trembled again from the deep masturbation, and her fingertips pulled more semen out of her vagina, causing it to flow through her fingers. She was completely lost in her own world of lust, weeping, masturbating, and licking, all three simultaneously occurring in a paradoxical beauty of extreme, unparalleled sensuality. Her pale, delicate face bore the marks of ravage, smeared with semen and tears, yet radiated a captivating, alluring glow from her utter abandon.
Her plump breasts heaved dramatically from the pleasure of masturbation, her two pink nipples, moistened by the semen, appearing even more erect and alluring. In the dim light of the cave, her semen-smeared body shone with a unique sheen, a sign of complete possession, complete satisfaction, and yet also complete destruction.
Her cries of "I'm sorry, Brother Xiao Yan" sounded helpless and mournful in the depths of the cave. Tears mingled with the semen staining her face, blurring Xun'er's dark eyes. Yet, her delicate fingertips never withdrew from her slippery, swollen vagina. Instead, between her sobs, she gently rubbed her sensitive clitoris with an indescribable sense of despair and abandon. Her swollen labia opened and closed beneath her fingertips, each gentle stroke sending a subtle tremor through her body, mingling her mournful cries with an uncontrollable moan of satisfaction.
Her tongue, glistening with moisture, hungrily licked the remnants of semen on her cheek. The salty, sweet taste, like a deadly poison, completely eroded her remaining sanity. Her lips, moistened with semen, opened and closed with a sticky sound, as if silently proclaiming her current depravity.
"There's no going back... Ah... Brother Xiao Yan... I can't go back... I can't take it anymore..." Her voice was completely hoarse, carrying the devastation and abandon of complete release. Her tense body convulsed slightly from the inner struggle and the utter abandonment of her flesh, but more than anything, she was completely numbed by the sheer exhilaration of this endless sensuality.
Yet, in that moment of utter grief and lust, Xun'er's gaze suddenly focused, and a heart-wrenching smile, tinged with bone-chilling chill and maddening possessiveness, crossed her tearful face. That smile contrasted strangely with the tears and semen staining her face, a smile both alluring and terrifying.
She abruptly withdrew the finger from her vagina, and with a hint of dissatisfaction, she fiercely yet seductively thrust the semen-soaked fingertip into her mouth, greedily slurping it up. Her tear-stained, dark eyes now held a predatory glint as they stared at Zhang Wei, as if intent on devouring him alive.
"I can't have it... I can't have Xiao Yan... and no one else... can either!" Her voice, hoarse and sobbing, transformed into a cold, resolute roar, brimming with utter venom and possessiveness. Her slender waist jerked as she spoke, and even though her vagina continued to leak semen, her body erupted with astonishing strength and determination.
Her labia, rosy and plump from excessive sex, trembled slightly with excitement and fury. Her cum-soaked thighs clamped together, gripping Zhang Wei's still-naked body tightly and possessively, as if she wanted to completely rub him into her flesh.
"Heh... since I've been fucked so hard by your cock that there's no turning back, then... then I'll take you with me and show them... those pretentious bitches that they're not even worthy of touching Brother Xiao Yan!"
Her voice was filled with lustful malice and twisted pleasure. Her semen-soaked fingertips, with a force that threatened to pierce him, pressed fiercely yet seductively against his chest. Her body, already drenched in semen and love juice, now exuded a rich, lustful aura, yet also carried an unmatched strength and resolve.
With astonishing speed and force, her slender jade fingers swung forward. Within the dim cave, a visible ripple rippled through the air, and a mysterious energy instantly enveloped Zhang Wei's naked form. His form, along with the lustful aura stained with it, seemed completely obliterated by this energy, leaving no trace. The next moment, he felt a flash before his eyes, and the surrounding scene began to blur and stretch, as if travelling through space.
When his vision cleared again, the sound of wind and water in the valley was no longer the sound of the valley, but the clamour of voices and the air filled with a unique aroma of spices, herbs, and the grandeur of a magnificent palace. They suddenly appeared in a resplendent and magnificent hall.
The hall was immensely spacious, its walls adorned with carved beams and painted buildings, ablaze with colour. In its center stood a towering circular auction platform, its surrounding tiers of seats filled with powerful individuals and wealthy merchants, lavishly dressed and with a variety of expressions. The air was thick with tension and excitement, and the aroma of various rare treasures intertwined, dazzling the senses.
Xun'er was no longer the pitiful, semen-soaked, fallen girl. Her clothes had somehow been straightened, the pale black dress draped across her exquisitely sculpted body, emphasizing her exquisite curves to perfection. Though tears still stained her beautiful face, beneath the thin layer of tears lay a cold, almost pathological possessiveness and determination. Her dark eyes now blazed like two icy flames, filled with utter madness and determination.
Her delicate hands, with an undeniable strength, gripped Zhang Wei's arm tightly, almost like they were embedded in his flesh. Her fingertips could feel the blood coursing beneath his skin, and the cold control she felt filled her heart with a perverse sense of satisfaction. She left her body uncovered, as if a declaration of intent, a provocation tinged with lust. His naked body seemed so out of place in this magnificent hall, yet, thanks to Xun'er's resolute possessiveness, it exuded an unsettling, primal wildness.
She practically dragged him through the bustling crowd, each step imbued with an unstoppable determination. Her gaze swept over the elegantly dressed women around her, a coldness and contempt evident in her eyes. Her destination was clear: a vermilion door at the back of the auction house.
Inside, an elegant reception room. A woman in a gorgeous red cheongsam stood with her back to them. Tall and voluptuous, her ample breasts outlined by the cheongsam seemed to burst forth, and her slender waist, which could be grasped with every hand, swayed with a fatal allure. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down, exuding the charm of a mature woman. She lowered her head, gently polishing a crystal-clear jade pendant in her hand.
Hearing footsteps, the woman slowly turned. She had a captivating face, her charming eyes slightly raised, their movements brimming with allure. It was none other than Yafei, the Mitel family's top auctioneer.
When her gaze fell on Xun'er, a flicker of surprise flashed in her phoenix eyes, followed by a meaningful smile on her usually calm face. However, when her gaze reached Zhang Wei, naked and tightly held beside Xun'er, her already captivating eyes suddenly narrowed, a flicker of disbelief and shock, followed by a fleeting glint of amusement and inquiry.
"Miss Xun'er, what brings you here?" Yafei's voice was as melodious as a nightingale, tinged with a hint of alluring laziness. Her gaze shifted between Xun'er and Zhang Wei, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, but deep within those phoenix eyes lurked an unconcealed curiosity and assessment of the strange pair before her.
Xun'er's face was covered with tears, but her eyes were cold and resolute. She didn't answer Yafei's question, but instead pulled Zhang Wei's body closer to her, her possessiveness obvious.