Suddenly, Sister Lan Yan's movements faltered. Her round buttocks, slender waist, and beautiful legs all trembled gently, while milky fluids gushed and overflowed from the tight, wet folds surrounding the embedded cock.
It was a clear sign to Li Dong that his Sister Lan Yan had reached her climax once more.
Qin Yan, too, had reached his limit. At the peak of ecstasy, her honeyed depths clamped down with extreme intensity; the vaginal muscles coiled and twisted around him like thousands of tiny mouths sucking voraciously, or like a powerful, constricting grip. His cock twitched and throbbed violently. The ejaculation felt as though his very flesh were being torn out by a hook—a sensation of agonizing pleasure that made the world spin and his consciousness blur—yet still, he continued to ejaculate with furious, unstoppable force. As Qin Yan convulsed and pumped his semen into Tang Lanyan's tight, wet slit, Li Dong—who had been watching the scene with a body-melting, thrilling intensity—felt a sudden, sharp ache in his own loins.
—He ejaculated silently into Shen Weiwei's mouth.
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When Li Dong snapped back to reality, he was astonished and elated to see that Qin Yan—who had been full of vigorous energy just moments ago—was now lying unconscious on the ground.
The cock between Qin Yan's legs had shriveled into a sodden, dark lump of flesh, hanging limply to one side. Meanwhile, Sister Lanyan seemed to have regained much of her strength; her complexion looked far better than it had right after the red liquid was injected, and a hint of her signature spirited, heroic bearing had returned to her expression.
However, the sight of a string of semen dangling from her slightly flushed labia—nestled between her beautifully rounded, full buttocks—still made Li Dong feel a strange, aching pang of distress.
Just then, Sister Lanyan made a move that stirred a complex, bittersweet feeling in Li Dong's heart. After her heaving bosom settled and her breathing slowed, she lowered her gaze to the flaccid member between Qin Yan's legs.
She stared at it for a long moment before suddenly extending a slender, snow-white foot, rising onto her tiptoes to reach toward that dark, fleshy lump.
Li Dong had assumed she intended to maim or destroy Qin Yan's manhood; her bare feet were strong enough to leave imprints on armored plating, so it would have taken hardly any effort to crush the defenseless, limp organ.
Yet, under Li Dong's watchful gaze, she merely stepped on it and rubbed her foot back and forth, as if simply satisfying a moment of curiosity. Sister Lan Yan even spread her long, shapely big toe—with its graceful curve—and her second toe, which was as smooth and delicate as a peeled scallion, to clamp onto the soft member and lift it slightly. Even in its completely flaccid state, the shaft held by her jade-like toes still appeared thick and substantial, resembling a slumbering python.
For some reason, as she gazed at the member—clearly hinting at the magnificent size it would reach when fully erect—Sister Lan Yan's bosom rose and fell gently, and a faint flush seemed to creep across her cheeks...
Li Dong's heart sank slightly. He knew Sister Lan Yan had a habit: after defeating a formidable foe, she would deliberately commit the opponent to memory, replaying the encounter in her mind and strategizing how to defeat them even more easily next time.
But now, Sister Lan Yan was treating Qin Yan—no, she didn't view Qin Yan himself as the formidable foe.
Instead, she seemed to regard this member as the "formidable foe." She traced the contours of the shaft with her toes, as if she intended to cherish the memory of that intense coupling they had just shared.
Li Dong shook his head vigorously. *No, how could Sister Lan Yan...*
Yet, deep down, he already believed this assessment—not only because he knew her so well, but because her expression did not lie.
Just as Li Dong wavered in his thoughts, the holographic projections masking a nearby section of the perimeter wall—which had made it look like a mountain peak—suddenly vanished, revealing the towering wall itself.
Immediately afterward, a massive mechanical gate slowly rose.
A figure appeared within Li Dong's field of vision. In an instant, his entire attention was drawn to the figure before him; he was utterly shaken, for he had never imagined that this person would appear here.
It was his eldest uncle.
Luo Shaowen.
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Let us turn back the clock a short while.
Deep within the underground chamber amidst the ruins of Black Street, the old servant—having finished tidying up and ensuring Jiang Yingji would harbor no suspicions upon waking—had been constantly pondering a way to escape.
He understood that remaining here meant eventual discovery by Luo Shaowen; naturally, he needed to devise an escape plan as soon as possible.
He had not been idle, however. Whenever he ventured out, he would deliberately leave behind talismans imbued with a trace of his soul energy, cleverly disguised by carving them directly into the stones.
There was no need to worry about detection by drones. Although modern machinery—particularly high-precision infrared cameras capable of spotting the heat signature of a mere ant—far surpassed the technology of his own era, it still could not penetrate the concealment of such simple talismans.
Over the past few days, he had scouted various locations, though he had been careful to avoid the skyscraper that clearly served as Luo Shaowen's stronghold.
The patch of jungle that had appeared so abruptly was another area of keen interest; he had planted numerous talismans there, allowing him to sense any movement within.