In the bedroom of Jiang Yingji, the current head of the Jiang family in Shanghai—almost undisputed as the most noble, beautiful, and shrewd woman, revered and adored as the "Queen of the Magic City"—besides her still-even breathing, there were soft rustling sounds and abnormal panting.
A hunched old man was reaching out and embracing her beautifully shaped, delicate, and subtly flesh-colored feet, caressing and stroking them incessantly. A trace of moist saliva already clung to her slightly curled, jade-like toes, encased in stockings.
Especially the delicate toes, the rounded, pearl-like toe pads resembling plump grapes, and the soft, moist indentations between the toes—all these made it easy to imagine how that aged, purple tongue, through the sheer stockings, would obsessively lick the tender toe spaces and suckle at the tiny toes.
After finally setting down those delicate, powder-like feet, his demonic hands moved along her slender, graceful calves, caressing her straight shins. He lifted her legs, as if touching a precious jewel, tracing the exquisite curves of her calves. These naturally beautiful curves captivated even Zhang Zichen, the Great Heavenly Master who had seen countless treasures in his life.
He even had the urge to peel off the stockings—one of the pinnacles of modern technology—from those jade-like legs. He felt that these precious stockings, worn by Jiang Yingji, didn't enhance her beauty; rather, they somewhat hindered his direct experience of the wonder of naked skin. However, Zhang Zichen ultimately abandoned this tempting idea—he needed to leave as few traces as possible. Now was not the time for him to do as he pleased; if the Queen of Shanghai discovered his intentions, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, the most exquisite and mysterious place at the end of the stockings quickly captured his attention, leaving him no time to think; between the slightly parted, slender, and rounded thighs, the outlines of fleshy buttocks and hips were faintly visible beneath the black stockings, plump and alluring.
This only accentuated how plump and juicy the high, triangular mons pubis looked, and the two plump labia were particularly prominent… At first glance, it seemed as if she wasn't wearing underwear at all.
But when Zhang Zichen looked closely, her breathing heavy, she noticed a tiny piece of fabric covering her two plump labia. It appeared to be made of the softest silk, and while it should have protected the labia from being seen, it was now slightly recessed, as if bitten into the vulva.
Thus, the outer labia majora were revealed before Zhang Zichen's eyes. The hairless, naturally beautiful, plump labia made Zhang Zichen's breathing heavy. In truth, based on Jiang Yingji's skin, appearance, and figure, he had already roughly confirmed that she possessed the "Ultimate Yin Body" described in the books, a body capable of bringing ruin to a nation, and perhaps even surpassing it—something unthinkable...
One crucial characteristic of this constitution was a smooth, hairless vulva, like a white tiger...
Zhang Zichen's breathing was heavy. If he were still the Zhang Tianshi who roamed the Ming Dynasty, he would never have let such a golden opportunity slip by. After all, achieving pure Yang and immortality was the dream of every cultivator.
However, now... this body could do nothing, yet Zhang Zichen's heart burned even more intensely.
Meanwhile, his burning desire surged unaffected by his depleted body. After all, for this "ghost" who had abandoned his physical form, the most important thing was no longer the body, but the soul.
Amidst this surging emotion, his claws had already slid up Jiang Yingji's thighs to her groin. The moment he touched her genitals, the indescribable softness and tenderness made his already weak respiratory system whet like a bellows. Only one regret remained in his mind: he couldn't even remove the clothes from the person before him.
To make up for this regret, Zhang Zichen practically buried his head between Jiang Yingji's legs. His claws, resembling hands, pressed against her tender labia, slowly pulling them apart. Instantly, more and more delicate flesh overflowed from the edge of her panties. Even through the stockings, the rosy, moist sheen and the tender, supple flesh were clearly visible.
Then, with a slight pull, the tender vulva tightened its grip on the crotch of his pants, transforming from a surface into a line. At this point, the entire vulva was almost fully revealed, its outline clear, plump and tender, both mature and youthful…
Zhang Zichen was once again certain that this was truly a naturally formed white tiger. While the "white tiger," one of the most prized female genitalia, wasn't exclusive to those with an exceptionally yin constitution, there was no doubt that this was the finest among them.
People generally believed that women with thick, black, curly pubic hair, resembling a small black rabbit hiding in their genitals, possessed strong sexual desire—a symbol of abundant yin. However, Zhang Zichen disagreed. While such women certainly had strong sexual desire, their yin was merely average, perhaps even inferior to that of a virtuous and respectable young lady.
Women with an extremely abundant Yin constitution will, ironically, generate a trace of Yang from this extreme Yin, thus remaining hairless. This is the fundamental reason why women with an extremely Yin constitution are often described as having a "white tiger" (a pubic area with no hair). Other types of "white tigers" are more often due to congenital deficiencies, lacking vitality and appearing as worthless as chicken ribs.
Zhang Zichen's heavy, hot breath, like a broken bellows, pattered on Jiang Yingji's delicate, hairless genitals, causing her, even in her unconscious state, to slightly furrow her brows and let out a soft, almost mosquito-like moan.
This finally brought Zhang Zichen, whose eyes were already bloodshot, back to his senses. He suddenly felt waves of discomfort throughout his body, as if an old, dilapidated vehicle was bearing a weight it shouldn't have. Indeed, Zhang Zichen, a powerful cultivator with a Core Formation stage soul, was being supported by a frail old body that had been bedridden for decades and had never stood up for a single minute.
This was, of course, the operation of stuffing a giant into a dwarf's body. It was also a natural prison and a death sentence. Once Jiang Yingji lost trust in him, she would allow the body to be "blown open" like an egg, leaving him with only death.
According to his secret investigation, the Shanghai heroine had actually had several "servants" before. Clearly, these were all like him—powerful individuals whose souls remained, puppets in Jiang Yingji's hands, doing all the dirty work for her, only to be discarded when she no longer needed, their souls perishing along with their aging bodies.
In Zhang Zichen's view, this woman's title of "Queen of Shanghai" was probably well-deserved.
He didn't want to become like those "predecessors," and fortunately, he already had more than one card in his hand. And if he succeeded… even the resurrected Emperor of the Ming Dynasty would envy him.