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When her entire chest pressed against me, the feeling was indescribable. Two extremely resilient, soft melons pressed tightly against me. Strangely, even though they had been completely deformed, I could still feel their sharp, pointed shape, with the surrounding flesh pressing against the tip, which in turn pressed against the two nipples. It was as if they refused to be flattened, constantly trying to regain their peaked, rounded shape, slightly upturned, like a peach. Their elasticity was astonishing, and I could even feel Yutang's two soft yet firm pink grapes "embedded" into my skin.
But this is not the worst, or it is just the beginning... Yutang is still drilling upwards, and her tender breasts are constantly rubbing against my abdomen and chest, warm and smooth, just like two lumps of fat moving on my chest, but it brings a feeling of lung pressure that can only be felt when diving into ten meters of sea water.
At the same time, the "scratching" feeling brought by the two hard nipples is an indescribable temptation, which makes my gluteus maximus tighten involuntarily. A strange feeling flashes from the vicinity of the tailbone to my brain. I took a deep breath to relieve this charming pleasure. I felt the muscles on my back tremble slightly, and my lower body couldn't help but begin to become engorged with blood.
"Ugh~" I couldn't help but let out a gasp from my nose. I felt an incomparable heat from the place where my abdomen and chest were pressed against Yutang's naked skin. Beads of sweat seeped out from between our skin and blended with each other.
Perhaps it was because of this little bit of lubrication that Yutang's movements went much more smoothly... Finally, as if she had been waiting for something for a long time, her beautiful little head finally popped out from the neck of my clothes. However, although the T-shirt was quite elastic, the neckline was still not wide enough to accommodate two necks.
So Yutang's slender, jade-like neck could only be nestled against mine, with her smooth little chin resting on my shoulder muscles. The girl's hair fragrance, with a hint of moist heat, was faint and aphrodisiac, and her slightly panting breath was almost sprayed at close range on my neck and under my ears, warm like orchid, making people imagine how sweet and tempting the girl's lips were.
I could only take a deep breath and force myself to suppress the gushing emotions. No matter what... Yutang is my sister... Yutang is my sister...
But the deeper I breathed, the more I could smell Yutang's subtle fragrance, which made me almost unable to control myself and I could only struggle hard against lust.
At this moment, Yutang suddenly whispered in my ear: "Brother...well, pull your clothes down a little more."
The warm breath against my ear almost ruined my efforts, but once I understood Yutang's meaning, my free hands reached for her back. A quick touch revealed why. The T-shirt had reached the top of her back, almost to the level of her shoulder blades, exposing her slender waist and pert, rounded, snow-white hips. I took another deep breath, grabbed the rolled-up shirt, and pulled it down.
During this time, my hand touched the tender skin on Yutang's back, which was as soft as fat and as smooth as porcelain. The skin and the flesh of the chin were so delicate and well-proportioned, with just the right ups and downs. The curve on her slender waist, which gradually narrowed and finally reached a tight waist that was almost only wide enough to be held in one hand, was even more imaginative.
Finally, I moved on to her plump, round buttocks, and traced the entire curve of Yutang's back with my hands. It was unbelievable that the little girl who was once so lovely and angelic in her princess dress was now so...
Tempting... Yes, I can't deny it no matter what words I use. I am indeed attracted by Yutang's perfect and tempting body.
Suddenly, I remembered the feeling of hugging Xuetang's naked body seven years ago. My heart suddenly surged with love, but I didn't know whether it was for Xuetang or Yutang in my arms...
"Bang!" Suddenly there was a loud noise, followed by a chaotic clamor. "It's inside! Search every room!"
"Shoot if you see it!"
I turned my head to look at the door, frowning. Just now, when Xuetang said that Xu Pengxuan would let the gangsters come over, I was a little skeptical. After all, from common sense, I haven't had the chance to cause trouble for him yet, so why is his reaction so violent?
There were several loud bangs outside the door, a girl's screams, and a lot of footsteps approaching quickly.
Just when I was about to tell Yutang to hold me tight, I felt two slippery arms under my clothes "sliding" to my back like snakes, and then two soft and snowy legs "climbed" to my waist like spiders.
Their feet were clasped behind my hips, their chests and waists pressed even tighter against mine. The adrenaline I'd been pumping through, fueled by the impending danger, involuntarily transformed into dopamine, sending me into a strange, ecstatic trance. I felt a surge of pride. After all, I was a transcendent underground warrior who'd walked between life and death. How could I possibly be afraid of these gun-toting gangsters?
But I thought to myself, no matter what, I must not let Yutang get hurt, even if it's just the slightest scratch on her snow-white skin!
If that happens, I won't forgive myself.
The sound of complicated footsteps came to the door. When the gang members started kicking the door while shouting, I put one hand around Yutang's waist, then took a deep breath. A surge of power surged from my abdomen and passed through my body. Then I pulled up the messy sheets on the bed and rushed to the door like the wind.
At the same time, the door was kicked open by several big feet, but the next moment, the gang members holding guns suddenly widened their eyes, because they only saw a scarlet curtain sweeping over. It was obviously just the softest cloth, but for some reason it seemed to have turned into a thick and elastic steel plate.
The swift sweep of the weapon, accompanied by screams, actually sent the three or four gunmen standing behind the door careening against the wall. There were only a few loud bangs and slight vibrations, and dust suddenly fell, leaving cracks on the painted wall. In this country, even the most aggressive gangs couldn't have every member armed; those holding guns were ultimately just a few desperate criminals. The men behind were armed with machetes, pipes, and other such tools. Even in this technologically advanced age, these were still incredibly useful and convenient tools for fighting.
It was just that a few of them were using mechanical arms to wield knives and steel pipes, so their power would naturally be much greater than before. Back to the present, these people were stunned. Several gunmen fell to the ground with blood spurting out without even firing a shot. What should they do if they just wanted to get some Ares?
Soon, however, they no longer had to worry, as the scarlet curtain swirled in with a whoosh, sending them careening backward as if struck hard. Some, however, seemed to smell a strange, subtle fragrance like rotting orchids, the greasy smell of melons and fruits, tinged with a hint of fresh semen—an utterly erotic scent. Before they passed out, they couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy, envy, and resentment...
Another burst of noise came, and the leading people also raised their pistols. When they rushed around the corner, they saw this scene: "corpses" were lying all over the ground amid groans, and a young man walked out holding something that looked like a bed sheet in his hand.
Strangely, the young man was hugging a girl to his chest, or perhaps "stuffing" her would be a better word. His army-green T-shirt completely enveloped the girl's waist and up, the fabric so tight it threatened to burst. One could imagine how tightly they were pressed together. The small head that had peeked from the crook of the young man's neck now turned. Her eyes were bright, her nose was sharp, and her teeth gently bit her soft, pink lips. Her expression was simply captivating... And below the waist, almost her entire, soft, round, and delicate buttocks were exposed. Her long, well-proportioned, beautifully sculpted legs were wrapped around her waist like a jade belt, making one wonder what it must be like.
And that wasn't all. From the valley of the beautiful girl's round buttocks, a white liquid occasionally dripped out, stretching like yogurt. No one was new to sex, so how could they not understand what had just happened? Jealousy, envy, and resentment surged in their hearts, and they wished they could rip the man's head off and kick it like a ball! The leading gunmen immediately raised their pistols and pulled the trigger without hesitation, but only a single shot rang out. It turned out they didn't use these things very often and had forgotten to even release the safety...
The only bullet that was fired hit the bed sheet that suddenly started spinning when the man raised his hand, and it bounced off like hitting a steel plate, making a small hole in the wall.
Everyone was horrified, and the gunman, who had hurriedly released the safety, was unable to fire a second shot because he saw the bed sheet dancing like a flower, rushing towards him at a rapid speed...
After rushing around another corner, I encountered the fourth wave of gang members. As usual, I dealt with the gunman first, and then knocked down all the people behind him. The bed sheet I grabbed temporarily played a significant role. Under the infusion of internal energy, the originally extremely soft and moist bed sheet turned into a "fan" comparable to an iron plate.
With one dance, gang members' bones and tendons were broken, and they were thrown screaming... A man with mechanical legs endured the pain like falling rocks and barely stood up, but he didn't dare to rush forward. "You have to be alive to take care of your medicine!" This is simply ridiculous. How can you break someone's limbs with just a bed sheet? That's too much!
Just as I dealt with one wave of noise, another wave of noises could be heard faintly. I suddenly felt a headache. At this time, Yutang suddenly said, "Brother, go over there, turn left... then turn right, and go to the tailgate over there."
The girl's breath was warm and charming, like the fragrance of orchids. Her tender lips seemed to touch my earlobe accidentally, and I felt a subtle tingling sensation. I couldn't help but hold my breath. Without asking Yutang why, I just followed her instructions.