A private plane landed in Europe to refuel and refuel before taking off again.
However, the cabin door remained closed throughout. The interior had been sealed for over ten hours; no one knew what was happening inside, or what was currently taking place. Even the pilots were kept strictly secret.
After another long day of flight, the plane was about to reach the other side of the world.
An island nation off the coast of Africa.
At this moment, the plane was unusually quiet for a moment. After a day and a night of intense activity, even Luo Ming and his son Luo Shaoheng were finding it exhausting.
However, the results were "glorious." The once luxurious and tidy living room was now covered in dried sweat and water stains. Sofas, chairs, the bar, the area in front of the windows, and the floor all bore traces of intercourse, some dry, some wet. A pungent, sweet, musky, and pungent aroma permeated the entire space.
Even the strongest stench of semen couldn't mask it…
The large fabric sofa, as big as the bed, was covered in dried, smudge-like stains, semi-wet white fluid, and fresh, damp sweat, staining like ink, leaving almost no spot completely clean.
A snow-white, voluptuous, slender, and graceful body lay on its side. The exquisitely undulating white skin was covered with dried white marks, and faint red marks lingered on the rounded buttocks and slender waist. The cleft between her snow-white thighs was particularly messy.
Semen, white fluid, and indescribable dripping stains mingled together. Dried white fluid clung to the sparse pubic hair, like soft grass stained with frost. Her vulva, like a small steamed bun, was swollen and red, the labia parted, the swollen flesh a delicate pinkish-red. A thick, white fluid oozed from the folds of her rosy vulva, winding down her thighs. Beneath her large, snow-white buttocks lay a patch of smeared flesh, contrasting with the half-dried marks on her thighs, creating an exceptionally alluring and sensual scene.
After a while, the beauty on the bed shifted her buttocks, slowly straightening her back. She glanced at her pair of full, bell-shaped breasts, covered in marks of kneading and kisses, especially at the nipples. The areolas were swollen and red, the two nipples half-covered, yet still unable to conceal their swollen, rosy berries.
Her beautiful eyes didn't reveal much emotion, but as she shifted her legs, her brows furrowed slightly in a soft pain. She bit her red lips and breathed softly a few times.
Even though her legs felt like they were being stabbed with knives, Zhao Ziran simply closed her eyes, calmed her breathing, and soon rose from the bed as if nothing had happened. However, a faint blush had inexplicably crept onto her cheeks.
Her delicate, white feet moved slowly to the airplane window, gazing out at the horizon where the sky met the sea, stretching to the horizon above the vast ocean.
Zhao Ziran bit her lip, staring blankly at the scene, lost in thought. Perhaps if she had known this would happen, she could have ignored her inexplicable shyness and reserve, at least leaving behind a beautiful memory?
Back when she was traveling the world, towards the end of her trip to Shiki Island, in this country with its thriving sex industry, she had prepared a set of lingerie. Even someone as intelligent and knowledgeable as her was stunned, her face flushing:
An extremely thin red silk ribbon encircled her snow-white neck, tying a small knot just below her delicate collarbone, holding two small, triangular pieces of sheer red gauze that barely covered a third of her breasts. The edges of her nipples were adorned with delicate lace, and the back was also tied with an equally thin silk ribbon.
Let alone covering two mounds of snow-white, enormous breasts, one could only worry that the silk ribbons, barely stronger than a strand of hair, might suddenly snap while walking. The rosy areolas, shrouded in a hazy, transparent red gauze, appeared even more tender and delicate. If the areolas weren't tightly closed, the playful nipples might shyly peek out from behind the lace and floral embellishments.
If the upper part could barely be called underwear, then below, a thin ribbon adorned with lace cinched the side of her plump, rounded buttocks, sloping diagonally down her thighs along her C-shaped groin. A lace butterfly, cleverly perched on her sparse pubic hair, graced her full mons pubis.
Two thin ribbons gently pierced the labia, causing the tender slit to bulge slightly. Her small vulva resembled a round date between her thighs, full and plump, radiating an alluring, pale pink hue.
She could imagine what it would be like if she walked into his room dressed like this. Would he be even more dumbfounded than she was?
Or would her cheeks flush red, her voice hesitant, her gaze darting around, unable to look directly at him, yet unable to resist stealing glances?
Such fantasies made a slight smile involuntarily appear on her lips…
But in the end, she didn't take that step. Perhaps it was because of her sister, perhaps because of his fiancée, or perhaps it was a strange shyness that prevented her from taking the initiative. She always thought things would unfold naturally… In this matter, she was no longer entirely confident.
With an indescribable regret, the beauty touched the porthole glass, but the slightest movement sent a throbbing, tingling pain through her legs, accompanied by a faint itching and numbness. Even amidst the swelling and pain, it was incredibly clear, like ants gently scratching. This strange and shameful sensation vaguely outlined a path in her lower abdomen, leading to a faintly swollen entrance…
If it were just a slight movement…
"Tap, tap"
The soft sound of bare feet on the carpet interrupted Zhao Ziran's thoughts. Even without turning around, her animalistic panting betrayed her identity.
A pair of hot, large hands reached up from behind her waist, caressing her rounded buttocks and slender waist. The exquisite, smooth feel of her skin made the man greedily knead her up and down.
Zhao Ziran's thighs were full and voluptuous, the curves from her thighs to her waist resembling a ripe pear—thin-skinned and plump, as if filled with creamy, melt-in-your-hands texture.
"Hiss..." The man's hot chest pressed closer, inhaling the fragrance of Zhao Ziran's neck and shoulders, his hot breath brushing against her cheek. "Zhao, the great talent, could you have imagined this day would come?"
"Mmm~ Ah..."
His large hand traced the curves of her waist downwards, roughly kneading her round, snowy buttocks. One hand slipped under her buttocks, his thick fingers parting her slippery, oily, swollen labia, the folds of flesh being roughly peeled, kneaded, and manipulated.
The beauty's thighs trembled and clenched, posing no threat to the intruder. The Luo father and son had withdrawn their penises from her tender orifice in less than half an hour. The swollen, red, and fleshy labia were scraped open by rough fingers, the tender flesh stinging like needles, yet also accompanied by an indescribable tingling, numb sensation.
"Squeak..."
Two fingers pried open the soft vulva, then bent and sank into the wet, sticky opening, making a blush-inducing squelching sound as they dug.
"Damn, so tight!"
The man behind her, Tang Lin, wore a slightly annoyed and gloomy expression. He wasn't complaining about Zhao Ziran's vaginal opening being too tight, the soft, sticky walls making it difficult for his fingers to move. Rather, he was simply thinking: after being repeatedly violated and "developed" by Luo Shaoheng and Luo Ming, it was still this tight.
One could only imagine how narrow and oppressive it was immediately after being deflowered!
But for a whole day and night, aside from a brief moment of pleasure, he hadn't even managed to touch Zhao Zhiru's fingers, let alone experience that alluring, honeyed spot.
After successfully seducing Zhao Zhiru, the Luo father and son seemed to have changed. They had been relatively polite to him before, but now, while they hadn't said anything, a subtle dislike lingered.
The father and son had been taking turns possessing Zhao Zhiru, and he was seething with anger, but he couldn't afford to turn against them. After all, he had come to Shiki Island as a "bodyguard," a fact on record.
Without the person behind them and the immense power of the "banquet" he was involved with, even the Tang family would have a hard time getting past this hurdle.
This was probably why the Luo father and son were so fearless. Now he was taking the blame, but he couldn't have the beauty. If he didn't let them fume with their anger...