Now Tang Lin sat on the edge of the bed, his erect penis throbbing.
Zhao Ziran sat on his lap, her full buttocks squeezing together, slightly spreading open to accentuate its size; her bronze skin and smooth, white flesh seemed glued together.
Tang Lin wrapped his arms around Zhao Ziran's slender waist, unlike Tang Lanyan's firm and resilient waist, it was as smooth as porcelain.
Zhao Ziran's waist was more voluptuous, plump yet resilient, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, soft and supple.
With her waist pulled, her full breasts naturally pressed against Tang Lin's chest. The gossamer-thin gauze offered no protection for her delicate nipples, and even the thinnest gauze increased friction on her nipples.
"Ah!"
Zhao Ziran's nipples were so delicate; with such a gentle rub, she immediately threw her head back and cried out softly.
Tang Lin rubbed and kissed Zhao Zhiran's fair neck wantonly, his lips moving downwards until he took her rosy nipples, barely concealed by a thin veil, into his mouth, sucking and tugging at them to create their delicate shape.
Meanwhile, his large penis was positioned between Zhao Zhiran's buttocks, the thin lines barely visible, his almost naked member pressed against her vulva, its heat stimulating her labia.
After several rounds of friction, her labia, like juicy fruit, were overflowing with vaginal fluid, wet and slippery, as if soaked in oil.
His lower body grew increasingly hot and wet. Tang Lin couldn't resist reaching down to her slender waist. From there, the curves suddenly broadened, swelling into two large, round mounds, like a full moon.
After kneading for a moment, Tang Lin's large hand plunged into her plump buttocks, lifting them up. His engorged member, glistening with vaginal fluid and even slightly whitish from being rubbed, seemed to spring back to her abdomen with a "smack" from between her labia, the wetness and stickiness still trailing strands of vaginal fluid.
After the initial impact, his penis suddenly sprang up again, the glans striking her two swollen labia.
"Mmm, ah~"
Zhao Zhiran tilted her head back and moaned softly, her nipples thrusting even more forward, almost touching the man's mouth.
Soon, both pink nipples, sucked and licked, were stained damp against the light gauze, even more pointed and erect.
Tang Lin's breathing was heavy, his large penis aimed at Zhao Zhiran's delicate labia—the next moment, her labia parted, and fluid splashed everywhere.
On the very bed where she had once longed for intimacy with her beloved, he was being driven deep inside, straight to her core!
Zhao Ziran let out a soft "Ah!", her voice carrying a strange, indescribable quality, rising and falling gently.
Tang Lin cupped Zhao Ziran's large buttocks, slightly baring his teeth, then slowly began to thrust.
It wasn't his first time fucking Zhao Ziran. Although she had indeed gripped him extremely tightly just now, those tight, sticky folds like small mouths seemed to be squeezing and pinching, as if trying to reject something.
But it wasn't enough to make him ejaculate immediately. After a moment of adjustment, his thick penis began to thrust in and out of her tender hole.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
The tender, plump ring of flesh, with each thrust of his large penis, churned and pulled out of her opening, her snowy buttocks trembling and swaying with each impact.
The vaginal fluid was churned into a pale, whitish liquid, forming shimmering silver threads with each thrust.
Zhao Zhirang let out a soft, sobbing moan, her jade-like legs trembling, her delicate, white toes curling tightly…
Compared to the previous times, Zhao Zhirang seemed unusually impatient with penetration now.
He tentatively thrust deeply and repeatedly… but after only ten or so thrusts, his penis suddenly became wet, and Zhao Zhirang trembled all over, throwing her head back and crying out in a groan, her tender orifice contracting violently in a climax.
Enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, Tang Lin intended to bring Zhao Zhirang to another climax in one go.
Grasping her snowy buttocks, he thrust even faster, splashing water everywhere.
But Zhao Zhirang took a few deep breaths, her hands gripping Tang Lin's shoulders tightly, her breathing carrying a hoarse, tearful tone, constantly leaking fluids from the penetration.
But instead of a complete collapse of her defenses like before, Tang Lin grew increasingly impatient, the ecstasy creeping slowly and intensely like ants crawling.
Tang Lin thrust into her, panting heavily. Zhao Ziran was incredibly wet, making his penis feel as if it were soaking in a hot spring. His tender orifice seemed to have returned to its previous state, neither too light nor too heavy, yet perfectly sucking, squeezing, and enveloping his shaft.
Each stroke felt like being scraped and kneaded by invisible hands, each with varying pressure, biting and clamping in different sections.
The pleasure grew clearer and sharper, causing him to suddenly lose his mind. He let out a low growl, his hands digging into her plump buttocks, his thighs trembling as he thrust repeatedly, pouring semen into her tightly clenched orifice.
Even during ejaculation, Zhao Ziran's vagina continued to suck and gnaw like countless tiny mouths, drawing out every last drop of semen.
Just like during the oral sex in the taxi, the ejaculation was even more intense, with a greater volume of semen than before. Tang Lin's legs were weak and trembling, almost to the point of fainting.
When Tang Lin came to his senses, he found himself lying on the bed. He saw Zhao Zhiran, dressed in sexy lingerie, her legs curled up, her buttocks raised, her large, white breasts pressed between his legs, almost stretching the thin red ribbons to the point of breaking.
His penis was erect, being sucked by a plump, pink mouth.
His penis, especially the vas deferens, was slightly sore, but under Zhao Zhiran's tight, vacuum-like suction, it remained incredibly hard, and pleasure rapidly accumulated.
Soon, Tang Lin felt a sensation as if he were in space—a strange feeling of weightlessness.
Then, a sharp, tingling, and throbbing pain pulled him back—
He saw Zhao Ziran covering his penis with her hand, her snow-white neck undulating as if swallowing something.
The intense, hangover-like pleasure finally overwhelmed him, a burning pain shooting through his penis as if a fiery line had been drawn through it.
Tang Lin almost fainted, his consciousness blurring like a broken thread. When he looked up again… he saw another pink, moist mouth covering his penis.
Zhao Ziran's mouth had slipped from his penis countless times. This time, apart from some thin, watery semen, his penis was limp and wouldn't get erect no matter how gently or forcefully it was teased or sucked.
Zhao Ziran wiped her tender, pink lips, gracefully stood up, and her bare feet slipped off the bed.
She saw the white coat beside the bed, picked it up, and put it on, concealing her shapely figure. Then, barefoot, she slipped on high heels, her expression languid and elegant, tall and beautiful, almost transforming back into the aloof, privileged woman she once was.
Zhao Ziran went to Li Dong's room. The emergency equipment was hidden under his bed; only she and Xiao Dong knew the password.
She opened the box. The emergency release device inside had indeed been used. It was a product she had researched in her early days; it had significant side effects, and Xiao Dong wouldn't have activated it unless in the most urgent situation.
Even so, she firmly believed Xiao Dong was safe and sound. She also noticed that someone had stayed in this room just in the last few days.
The room's password was known only to her and Xiao Dong.
Further down was an emergency life support pod. With it, combined with her precise manipulation skills… breaking free of control was within reach.
However, for the chip, preventing the host from breaking free is its primary obligation etched into its code.
After her "improvement," the nanochip can now sense even her every thought. After all, the chip comprehensively monitors the electrical signals within her body and can even simulate them to control her body.
This is far beyond the primitive version of the nanochip, which could only crudely control the body and input some simple obedience signals.
A bead of sweat appeared on Zhao Ziran's forehead. She was currently battling against the chip implanted within her.
Clearly, such a massive amount of computation was extremely taxing on her mind and body, not to mention the same amount of physical exertion consumed by the implanted nanochip.
In fact, this chip has a fatal weakness.
It is ineffective against any superhuman who can generate energy flow within their body. After all, nanochips are incredibly delicate and fragile; how could they remain intact under the impact of a brutal energy flow?
But these are things Zhao Ziran cannot do.
Together with her sister Tang Lanyan, she could be considered an invincible powerhouse, but Tang Lanyan possessed the "body," while she possessed the "brain."
Unlike the body, the brain lacks self-protection capabilities.
Therefore, even someone as intelligent as Zhao Ziran, once deprived of protection and entering a wolf's den, ended up in her current predicament.
But now, she saw a glimmer of hope… Zhao Ziran bit her cherry lips, her hands moving constantly while her subconscious struggled to regain control of the chip.
This was no longer a matter of multitasking; countless calculations were being performed in her mind every second, rapidly depleting her sugar reserves and quickly causing a drowsy feeling.
However… she still had a large amount of "nutrients" stored within her, so she didn't need to worry about energy depletion for the time being.
On a microscopic level, the pheromones and electrical signals within her body were like two raging torrents, vying for control of key information channels.
This was naturally uncomfortable; her body alternated between hot and cold, her movements sometimes fluid, sometimes stiff, her delicate body drenched in fragrant sweat.
It was as if her snow-white skin was covered with a layer of translucent, oily sheen, a few strands of hair clinging to her pink cheeks, adding to her allure.
However, Zhao Ziran's hands continued operating steadily… Soon, she reached the final step.
Now, all she had to do was lie down, and in a few minutes, the chip would be completely removed.
But just then, footsteps sounded at the door… Zhao Ziran's body trembled, and she bit her cherry lips.
It wasn't Xiao Dong's footsteps.
Soon, a strange yet familiar man appeared in the doorway.
The moment he appeared, Zhao Ziran helplessly shrugged. Even though the medical pod was ready, lying down in front of him was pointless.
So, she simply stared intently at this man.
The instant he appeared, her previous guesses became reality.
"So you really are greedy?"
The man who appeared at the door, or rather, Luo Shaowen, still smiled at Zhao Ziran, offering no answer, but it seemed no answer was needed.
"How did you find this place?"
Luo Shaowen walked up to Zhao Zhiran. Zhao Zhiran bit her lip, meeting his gaze. He sighed and said, "You don't actually think I don't know what those two idiots in the Luo family are plotting, do you?"
He pointed to the room opposite, saying, "That paralyzed guy inside has his own agenda too."
"But, not even knowing he's been implanted with a bio-tracking device, does he even deserve to be called one?"
Luo Shaowen said, "I haven't spoken to a smart person in a long time, lest others think I'm stupid too."
He seemed to remember something, suddenly revealing an expression of interest:
"I know someone you really want to see."
"Let's go see her later. Reunion is a happy thing."
Zhao Zhiran suddenly felt a chill, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Even with Luo Shaowen's appearance just now, she had never felt such despair.
Under these circumstances, Luo Shaowen wouldn't lie to her.
There are only two people she cares about—
Who are they, Xiao Dong, or... her older sister?