Before Yuanhui could even comprehend it, the intense heat forced him to rip his trousers to shreds. Instantly, from the center of his two strong, muscular thighs—thin skin seemingly containing plates of steel—a long, thick, reddish-brown penis, as long as a child's arm and as hard as a pestle, shot out like a dragon, its shaft curved and covered with bulging veins.
The glans, as large as a black plume, was menacingly erect, steaming and leaping in the air, a sticky substance seeping from the urethral opening, emitting an indescribable, pungent odor.
A struggle flashed in Yuanhui's eyes. Years of cultivation had instilled in him an instinctive urge to silently recite the "Vajra Pestle Sutra." The intense heat within him seemed to momentarily subside, restoring some semblance of reason. But all this effort vanished the moment he glanced down casually.
The black mist had dissipated from the vulva, which was now bulging due to the posture, leaving only a thin strip of black cloth covering the exposed peach blossom valley. However, this cloth, bearing such a crucial burden, had somehow rolled up into a single thread, embedding itself between the two plump, tender labia, resembling freshly baked snow-white buns.
The tender labia were slightly parted, revealing glimpses of the fragrant, rosy flesh of the vulva. Even more erotic was the fact that the rolled-up cloth embedded in the jade valley was so wet it seemed almost dripping with oil. Meanwhile, the delicate labia, the cleft of the buttocks, and the snow-white thighs were all covered in glistening moisture, staining the stockings with large, dark oval patches.
The slightly concave bedsheet beneath her buttocks was stained with a dark, wet patch, resembling the scene of a little girl losing control of her bladder…
This incredibly erotic scene, accompanied by a rich, alluring fragrance, assaulted Yuan Hui's senses, instantly melting the last and most resilient thread of his will. The aphrodisiac scent he had previously detected, like slightly rotten orchid petals or ripe, cracked fruit, suddenly became clearer and more seductive.
Intense.
Yuan Hui's reason crumbled once more. He only remembered pouncing on the stunning beauty on the bed like a wild beast. Her exquisite, elegant dress, like a work of art, was torn apart like fragile paper under his large hands. With a soft sigh, perhaps a hallucination, her high, firm breasts suddenly sprang forth, like a pair of dazzling, snow-white jade rabbits, incredibly full, as if piled high with snow.
The breasts were perfectly rounded, their tips like jade peaks, a rosier hue than those of a young girl. Two nipples, carved from rubies and crafted from pink agate, were set against areolas as delicate as silkworm membranes. Surprisingly, compared to the ample breasts, they were small and pointed, like buds swaying in the spring breeze. Yet, the clearly defined, pinhead-sized milk ducts on the nipples suggested that they were not like those of a young girl, lacking lactation experience.
Before the exposed nipples could even get enough air, a large mouth greedily bit down. The plump, soft, snow-white flesh, along with the luscious, rosy nipples, were swallowed whole. The lips and cheeks seemed to want to melt the tender, white flesh into solidified fat and suck it into the mouth.
"Sizzle, sizzle, slurp..." A series of mesmerizing sucking sounds filled the air as the soft, creamy breasts were sucked harder and harder, transforming from round, peeled coconut shells into plump, elongated nipples.
When Yuanhui finally couldn't hold on any longer and released her heavy breasts, the soft flesh suddenly bounced back, the undulating white waves almost dazzling the eyes. It was as if the two round, melon-like breasts were filled with tiny, oozing creamy milk, so soft it could almost suck a hand.
Yet, the flesh was remarkably elastic. After a few tremors, it stubbornly held back the creamy milk, returning to its alluring, teardrop-shaped, slightly upturned form!
Although her breasts had regained their shape, the tender flesh around the nipples bore a large, red, lip-print-like mark from the intense, relentless sucking. The saliva-covered, rosy nipples became slightly more pointed than the other, creating a slight asymmetry between the two flawless breasts, as if a waste of their beauty.
But what happened next changed everything…
Because, in the next instant, Yuanhui, her eyes bloodshot, grabbed the base of her other, full breast, making the nipple even more erect, the rosy nipple glistening like an autumn grape.
"Slurp..." The blood-pumping sucking sound resumed. Presumably, when this nipple, still wet with saliva, touched the air again, it would be indistinguishable from the other, both bearing a large hickey...
"Slurp..." From a narrow crevice built between the walls, barely wide enough for one person, came the sound of swallowing saliva, this time from Zhang Zichen, who had been hiding there.
Even though this "ancient person," residing in another's body, rarely saliva or sweat, the erotic scene before his eyes, seen through the narrow opening, was simply too tempting. Frankly speaking, although he drooled over Jiang Yingji and was filled with lust, so far, the most he had done was touch and lick her silk-stockinged feet.
Those incredibly alluring breasts—he couldn't bear to touch them, and even glancing at them was daunting, fearing Jiang Yingji would notice. The sheer number of spells and restrictions she'd placed on this aged body was enough to make him wish he were dead at the slightest thought.
It was like the Monkey King from Wu Cheng'en's Journey to the West, whom he'd only met once.
Now, however, they were being torn open at the chest in a brutal way he'd only fantasized about in his dreams, like a pair of delicate white rabbits being wantonly sucked and played with by Yuan Hui…
This envy was deep-seated, a genuine itch in his bones, but at the same time, a sudden cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Something terrified him, to the point that his back trembled.
According to his original plan, he should have "bewitched" Jiang Yingji, then lured Yuan Hui, allowing her to defile the Queen of the Demon City to a degree no more than what he had just done. That way, his mission would be accomplished.
Based on Zhang Zichen's understanding of Jiang Yingji, this queen who dominated Shanghai, though extremely domineering and even ruthless towards everyone, had personally dealt with dozens of those who coveted her. One moment they were laughing and chatting, the next, she would calmly order him to suffer a "heart attack," never to see the sun rise again.
Therefore, in every sense, Jiang Yingji was a ruthless flower, except towards Li Dong and those connected to him. There, she would transform into a graceful, gentle, and affectionate beauty…
So, most likely, Jiang Yingji wouldn't drive Yuanhui away. She would simply teach this disrespectful, ungrateful monk a lesson, then permanently sideline him…
This was exactly what Zhang Zichen wanted; a backup plan should remain a backup plan.
However, the situation was exactly as he had predicted. Yuan Hui, unable to suppress the surging yang energy within him, had fallen into a beast-like state. Jiang Yingji's clothes were tattered, and even her soft, enormous breasts were marred by two shocking hickeys. Her snow-white flesh was distorted and deformed under his large hands.
It seemed no one could stop this "beast" named Yuan Hui. What made Zhang Zichen break out in a cold sweat was that the colorless and odorless anesthetic he had administered, containing a spell, was used in a very small dose to avoid Jiang Yingji noticing. Therefore, he had only dared to secretly play with her little feet, not daring to make any rash moves, fearing that in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yingji would open her beautiful eyes, as bright as morning stars.
As expected, Jiang Yingji should have opened her eyes shortly after Yuan Hui made her move…
But the situation was quite the opposite. As Yuan Hui's actions escalated, the Queen of Shanghai remained like Sleeping Beauty, completely at her mercy…
Zhang Zichen's mind raced with various thoughts, but none could explain the current situation. He felt a cold sweat break out on his back and immediately decided to leave…
Because, in case something really happened, he needed to get as far away from Jiang Yingji as possible, so that his remnant soul would have a sliver of hope of escape!