On the distant island of Shiki, a similar act of humiliation and depravity was nearing its end.
In a suite of a luxury hotel, the air was thick with the rough breathing of men, damp and acidic, the sheets disheveled and soaked—all exuding a decadent, hormonal atmosphere.
A lamb-like body lay on the bed, her black hair, damp and streaked with white, cascading across the messy sheets. A gag was stuffed into her mouth, saliva dripping freely.
Her voluptuous, milky-white body was covered in red welts from the abuse, and patches of semen, sometimes dry, sometimes wet, on the skin. Her long, shapely legs were bound with rope from the ankles to the wrists, tied behind her back.
In this position, not only were her snow-white breasts erect and high, but her legs were also spread wide like a frog's back, her bright red buttocks, plump vulva, wet and swollen labia, and the gushing semen silently revealing a scene of utter debauchery.
Luo Ming and Tang Lin sat on the bed with expressions of utter satisfaction. Their penises were slick with oil, the glans and ridges covered in a thick, creamy white fluid, their pubic hair completely soaked.
After four hours of lewd acts, the two had finally released some of the intense desire that had accumulated over time.
Especially Luo Ming, who spent all his time with the perfectly proportioned Zhao Zhiran, only able to look but not touch, had long been burning with pent-up lust. His release on Tang Shuyi was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, only intensifying the wicked fire within him.
He wondered if Zhao Ziran, with her cold and shrewd demeanor, seemingly in control of everything, foresaw that he would soon be lying on this bed, at the mercy of others.
Just thinking about it filled Luo Ming with excitement.
His hands, which were kneading a pair of plump breasts, suddenly tightened their grip, the nipples seeming to burst as they overflowed from his fingers. The deep red nipples stood erect, trembling helplessly, while Tang Shuyi arched her back, letting out a soft, whimpering sound like a lamb.
"Hehe, your aunt is quite something..."
Tang Lin, still resting, was holding his aunt's smooth, milky-white bare feet, sucking on each of her slender toes. Hearing this, he said, "Your standards are too high, kid."
"My aunt is a fiery beauty in the capital's social circles. So many celebrities, tycoons, and political bigwigs haven't been able to win her over."
"If they knew we could be like this now," Tang Lin said, licking Tang Shuyi's soft, white, and pink soles with ecstasy, "they'd be so envious."
Luo Ming simply smiled without saying a word. Admittedly, Tang Shuyi was already a rare beauty among women—cold and fiery, with a noble status.
However, compared to beauties like Zhao Zhiran and her clansman Tang Lanyan, the difference was obvious.
Take Zhao Zhiruo, for example. Although her figure was concealed by her white coat, his discerning eye could tell that she was a unique woman with a perfectly proportioned figure. Her hips might not be the most shapely, her breasts the largest, her waist not the slimmest…
But on Zhao Zhiruo, everything was so perfectly proportioned, a natural beauty. Every step she took, the natural sway of her body, exerted an immense, unconscious attraction on men.
On top of this, Zhao Zhiruo's charisma was also undeniable. The two complemented each other perfectly; no one in the world could replace Zhao Zhiruo—she was a one-of-a-kind, exquisite beauty.
Of course, Luo Ming had seen more than just Zhao Ziran; there was her sister, the War Queen Tang Lanyan, and her cousin Luo Xuetang, whose allure far surpassed Tang Shuyi's…
Each of them was far superior, especially since he had already tasted Luo…
"Pat, pat."
Light footsteps interrupted Luo Ming's thoughts. Luo Shaoheng emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe.
He glanced at the scene on the bed, immediately frowning slightly. "It's almost dawn," he said. "Go quickly and wash Shunu clean. Don't let Zhao Ziran notice anything."
Luo Ming and Tang Lin chuckled, quickly untying Tang Shuyi's restraints. They carried her limp body into the bathroom. Even with good soundproofing, the soft moans and sobs of her could still be heard.
Luo Shaoheng, however, paid no heed. He walked to the French windows and gazed in another direction.
After learning of Zhao Ziran's arrival on Shiki Island, what choice will Simon make?
*****
The lush rainforest has always been known as a green hell.
However, for a superhuman like Tang Lanyan, whose strength is close to Enhancement Level 5, it's like walking on flat ground.
But Tang Lanyan's journey has been somewhat unsuccessful.
A swift, leopard-like voice swept through the dense forest. Ahead was a rushing river, and behind came the deafening roar of engines.
Several armed gunboats approached on the river ahead. Tang Lanyan noticed their menacing gun barrels and the presence of tracking missiles specifically designed to target superhumans. Several Southeast Asian officers, seemingly officers, were scanning the area with binoculars.
More importantly, the Annamite flag was blatantly displayed on the boats.
Tang Lanyan's gaze turned cold. Ever since she resolved to leave the battlefield, wherever she went, armed personnel would precisely intercept her. Initially, these were armed groups from the Golden Triangle region.
Later, especially as she approached the border, the attacks became increasingly frequent, and the vehicles, even armored vehicles, bore Annamese insignia.
Zhao Hao, who had come with her, had not reappeared. Combined with James's sudden attack and the leak of all supply points, everything pointed to Zhao Hao.
Moreover, Tang Lanyan was certain that Zhao Hao was also involved in this pursuit, because each interception and attack precisely coincided with her needing to eat and rest. Even the waterholes along her route had been poisoned.
The shelters she chose for rest were often equipped with traps, such as trigger-activated anesthetic gas or tranquilizer darts.
Her habits in selecting shelters and water sources were known only to her team members who had worked with her.
However, none of the team members were transferred this time. Only one person knew her habits:
Zhao Hao, her companion.
Betraying Tang Lanyan wasn't unexpected, but she still couldn't understand how the other party knew her exact location.
Even with the pursuers closing in and the river about to block her way, Tang Lanyan, after taking cover against a large tree, began to check herself again.
Her once sturdy combat uniform was now tattered and torn from the intense fighting and long march:
The black bodysuit on her upper body was ripped open at the waist, revealing her firm, strong waist, exuding a steely power, and even the deep indentations of her buttocks were faintly visible.
Her muscles, though as strong and resilient as steel, were somewhat lacking in definition, particularly her breasts and buttocks, which, despite their abundance of flesh, couldn't be sculpted to resemble her waist and hips. However, her powerful gluteal and armpit muscles made these areas incredibly firm, compact, soft, rounded, and supple.
Simply standing there, her curves were instantly striking, her figure sculpted like a work of art, displaying a unique beauty that combined strength with feminine grace.