Charles leaned down, kissing the right then the left, his moist, purplish-red tongue tracing the smooth, snow-white skin, teasing the delicate red nipples, even leaving faint red kiss marks.
Charles had already discovered that the two girls were pretending to be asleep. In truth… wasn't this all part of his plan?
Watching the girls' sensitive bodies tremble slightly and flush under his tongue and his manipulative grasps, biting their teeth to forcibly endure the sensation—wasn't that also a breathtakingly beautiful scene?
Charles smiled slightly, pulling Shen Weiwei's body to his right. Her full, soft breasts pressed against his chest, the slightly hard nipples arousing him. He kissed his way up her delicate collarbone, stealing the girl's first kiss. His tongue pried open her red lips, her trembling teeth hesitant to use force, easily slipping away as her pink tongue succumbed to the invasion of his large, purplish-red tongue.
"Smack~"
The sounds of their lips swirling, sucking, and licking filled the room. After a moment, he released Shen Weiwei's lips, looking at the girl's moist red lips, licking them with his tongue, and pursing his lips: "Not bad."
Then he embraced the girl on his left, Luo Yutang.
Her cherry-pink lips, as delicate as freshly peeled diamonds, were parted and caressed by two full lips. Sometimes the lips were sucked, sometimes they were joined in a soft murmur. From the thin, slightly upturned upper lip to the full, moist, jelly-like lower lip, the lips were traced with an almost ethereal, almost mimicking motion, until a large, purplish-red tongue emerged, parting the two pearly lips. The silver teeth offered little resistance, readily offering their small, fragrant tongue in return.
"Smack...tsk, chu...tsk~"
The sticky kisses echoed in the room for a long time, perhaps several times longer than Shen Weiwei's kisses before. When their lips parted, the two tender cherry-pink lips were slightly swollen and red, appearing even more moist and alluring.
After releasing Luo Yutang's lips, Charles moved closer to Shen Weiwei, lifting the girl's long, slender legs and parting her plump labia, examining them closely.
He kneaded her clitoris with his hand, pulled apart her delicate pink labia, and parted her tight opening, admiring the dense, fleshy folds and the pinkish-white, slightly translucent proof of her virginity.
Charles stuck out his tongue and licked the tender flesh a few times, then inserted it into her opening, swirling it around a few times. As he withdrew from the slightly contracted, moist virgin's honeyed orifice, his tongue drew out a trail of lustful fluid…
"Excellent…" But a hint of regret appeared on Charles's face as he muttered to himself, "It's a pity I'm still not as good as her."
As he spoke, his long, slender fingers gently caressed Luo Yutang's hairless mound. His index finger slipped between her closed labia, stirring it for a while, gathering a trace of glistening fluid. He brought it to his nose, smelling it, then revealed an expression of utter ecstasy, his lips enveloping his finger, licking it repeatedly.
For lust, nothing is more alluring than what ancient Eastern texts call the "pure yin body," or the "perfect female body" in the West, especially the abundant virgin nectar—compared to which honey is utterly insignificant.
For Charles, the most regrettable thing is that of the two Luo sisters, only the younger sister is a virgin. Otherwise, what a wonderful sight it would be to have both "perfect female bodies" side by side!
"Let's start with an appetizer."
However, being able to obtain a perfect female body is already a stroke of luck. Charles quickly calmed himself and turned his gaze to Shen Weiwei beside him.
He spread Shen Weiwei's legs apart at the knees, forming an "M" shape that accentuated her plump, rounded buttocks. Between her two alabaster-like buttocks, a light brown chrysanthemum with a pinkish stamen bloomed slightly. Her full vulva protruded even more, her fleshy labia slightly parted, revealing a small opening glistening with a wet, sticky sheen—perhaps saliva or vaginal fluid.
Charles's pale, unusually curved and long penis, with its bluish-purple veins, reached towards Shen Weiwei's wide-open legs. The large, purplish-red glans pressed against the moist opening, ready to force its way in.
"Boom!"
At that moment, the French window shattered, and a chilling killing intent rushed in. Charles rolled backward without thinking, but dozens of bright red wounds appeared on his pale skin.
Standing before the broken French window was a person, ramrod straight, their skin covered in scars, faintly tinged with a burning red—it was Xing.
Shen Weiwei said, "At that time, Xing wasn't the most powerful Martial God."
"Later, everyone thought he was already an invincible Martial God... but that wasn't true."
"Because I witnessed Xing's battle with Charles. He did quickly defeat Charles, but when Charles collapsed in disbelief, Xing suddenly collapsed as well, as if he had been barely holding on."
"After Xing fell unconscious, his appearance changed. Not only did his physique change, but his face also changed."
"When Yu Tang saw his changed face, she murmured, 'Brother... at that moment, I knew that this great hero who descended from the heavens wasn't here to save me.'"
Shen Weiwei didn't elaborate on what happened next:
Yu Tang's petite and delicate body was surprisingly strong. She lifted Xing onto the bed, looking at his slightly pained expression, his flushed skin radiating a wisp of white steam, her small hands touching here and there.
Relying on the knowledge learned from the Jiang family, she quickly concluded that her brother's "yang" energy was too abundant. It seemed that excessive use of his true energy had damaged his body. In this situation, perhaps only a female body possessing an equal degree of "yin" energy could save him through yin-yang union.
A hint of joy appeared on Yu Tang's pretty face. Without hesitation, she leaned over him, pried open his lips with her hands, and then opened her mouth, letting a thin, translucent liquid slide into his mouth.
"You come too..." Yu Tang called to Shen Weiwei, who was kneeling beside her. The girl's eyes showed shyness, but recalling the desperate moment when she was about to be violated, and the figure descending like a superhero, a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.
The two beautiful girls, face to face, their glossy black hair intertwined, two pink tongues darting out, saliva sliding from the tips, forming two silvery threads that fell into Xing's mouth.
Not long after, Xing seemed to wake up, but before the two girls could cheer, Xing, his eyes burning with an almost bestial fervor, suddenly sat up and embraced one of the soft, delicate bodies.
And this body belonged to… Shen Weiwei.