But just as I approached Shen Weiwei, she exuded an extremely eerie aura.
It felt like standing on the edge of a skyscraper, one more step and you'd plunge into an abyss. Sure enough, it wasn't that simple. I exhaled and stopped, and saw a wisp of purple energy suddenly swirl beneath Shen Weiwei's feet, like some kind of solidified mist, rotating around her body as if it were alive.
"Whoosh!"
A thick purple mist rushed towards me like a king cobra leaping out of its shell. I had already focused my mind and instinctively threw a punch. With a "whoosh," layers of air exploded, instantly scattering the "snake's head."
But it clearly had no effect. The scattered purple mist enveloped her again, and as the purple mist around Shen Weiwei grew denser, both its power and speed increased.
"Drink!"
My internal energy surged violently, even my clothes billowed, making me appear larger. A visible shockwave erupted, dispersing the surrounding purple mist…
But what puzzled me was that, according to my estimation, there shouldn't have been only this much mist.
After a few more exchanges with the purple mist, I finally understood what was happening.
The purple mist before me was actually absorbing a portion of my internal energy, resulting in only six or seven tenths of my power being effectively utilized.
"What…is this?"
I punched again, breaking through another cloud of purple mist, and shouted loudly at Shen Weiwei, who stood at the center of the mist, resembling a pillar constantly emanating dense purple fog.
My intention was merely to buy some time, but unexpectedly, the purple mist suddenly slowed its movements, and then Shen Weiwei's soft voice came from within:
"Have you ever heard of jealousy?"
"What jealousy?" A thought stirred in my mind, but I didn't have time to think it through.
Shen Weiwei smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to forget even this. Let me tell you."
"Jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins… It originally belonged to someone else, but he died, well, no."
"He didn't actually die completely at first; instead, his soul attached itself to me."
"Let's call him the previous Jealousy."
Shen Weiwei seemed lost in memories, a slight, contemptuous smile playing on her lips. "The previous Jealousy didn't know… the greatest source of jealousy's power isn't actually money, power, or appearance… but rather, emotion."
"When the calamity came, he offered no resistance whatsoever." "Li died such a pathetic death, but because of the unique nature of the Seven Deadly Sins, his soul survived."
"Just like someone else," Shen Weiwei said with another mocking smile. "But he wasn't as lucky as another person, because he met me."
"His jealousy is nothing compared to mine... You know, there was once a guy named Xing who took my virginity... but he doesn't even remember me."
Four years ago, in a presidential suite, two young girls lay naked on a large bed. Under the light, their bodies were flawless, with slender waists and rounded hips. Their breasts, though not large, were delicate and pert, with pale pink areolas rising from their small buds, making them incredibly alluring.
Her long, shapely legs were exquisitely curved and voluptuous, with snow-white, delicate feet that possessed the plumpness and youthful fullness of a young girl, yet still retaining a touch of childlike softness. The skin of her rounded ankles, full soles, and tender toes was thin and delicate, a pale pink tinge beneath her fair complexion, so tender it seemed as if she had never walked.
However, although both girls were very petite and beautiful, the difference in their appearance was surprisingly obvious. The girl on the left seemed younger, her skin as smooth as cream, a translucent white with a hint of soft pink beneath, giving her an almost fragile, baby-like appearance.
Her limbs were slender and long like an elf's, her breasts perfectly shaped like bamboo shoots, the base of her nipples slightly raised, like inverted jade bowls, arching in an alluring curve, clearly indicating her astonishing future potential.
A slender, plump waist, smooth, snow-white buttocks beginning to form rounded curves, and between two long, shapely thighs, a smooth, tender vulva; a white, tender belly, and small, rounded vulva, its labia tightly closed, tinged with an alluring pink like a ripe peach.
On the other side, the slightly older girl's mons pubis, though full and protruding, as delicate as a delicious snow bun, already had a neat tuft of sparse, light hair. Fine, soft pubic hair grew on either side of her pink, peach-like labia, arching against a closed, pink slit.
"I think you've already guessed..." Shen Weiwei said with a coquettish smile, reaching out to lift her short skirt, instantly revealing her rounded, plump thighs and her full, peach-like vulva, covered in lush, dark hair, still damp.
"Of these two girls, one is me… and the other is Yu Tang."
As Shen Weiwei recounted her story, a strange pain welled up in my mind. My brows furrowed, and familiar images seemed to flash through my mind, but upon closer examination, only a lingering ache remained.
"Actually, Yu Tang and I were just pretending to be asleep. Perhaps his men knew we couldn't escape, so they used a very crude sleeping potion, which is why we woke up quickly."
"Who is this person?" I pressed my head and asked in a low voice.
"I only found out later… his name is Charles of Lust."
A pale-skinned, brown-curly-haired, naked foreign man with a physique comparable to a Greek marble statue walked towards them, his steps stained with the dampness of his shower.
"The best main course truly needs the most beautiful green leaves to appreciate its extraordinary nature," Charles said with relish in fluent, not-so-stiff, but rather quite fluent, Chinese.
He walked between the two girls, first grasping the right girl's full, tender breast with one hand, gently pinching the rosy nipple, then moving his other hand to the left, grasping the pointed, jade-like breast, playing with it in the same way. After a moment, he sang in a song-like tone, "How wonderful~"