Zhao Ziran's body trembled slightly, then her arms tightened around the man's neck.
"Don't test me anymore." Luo Shaowen leisurely withdrew his finger, gently wiping the beauty's smooth, milky buttocks.
It wasn't dirty, of course. While staying with the Luo family father and son, Zhao Ziran had almost nothing to eat but semen, besides some fruits and vegetables. Before leaving, she even washed herself with milk—a daily ritual.
The chrysanthemum-like opening was warm and smooth as oil, its delicate folds rich and moist, softly wrapping around the fingertips, almost as exquisite as a vagina.
"Catching you wasn't that complicated, it's just that those two idiots from the Luo family couldn't keep an eye on you."
"Letting you escape was ultimately a problem, and besides, probably only you could have found my sister's weakness."
"You sisters are truly remarkable. Not only are you a talented woman, but also—a Lv5 enhancement-type superhuman, tsk tsk, truly impressive."
Luo Shaowen spoke to her as if chatting casually, seemingly with a hint of admiration, but Zhao Ziran felt as if she had been plunged into an ice cave.
She had originally thought that her sister must have failed to be captured.
Based on her understanding of her sister, there were few rivals at Lv5, and once she advanced, she would likely be able to rival Xiao Dong immediately.
That would almost be the strongest combat power below the Lv6 forbidden level!
But even with all this, her sister was still captured by Luo Shaowen?
Zhao Ziran pressed her cherry lips tightly together, her thoughts a jumble of unspoken emotions… She knew her sister was resolute and strong-willed; once she set her mind on a goal, she would never turn back.
Therefore, even after repeated deductions, even her sister, the strongest among the enhancement-type users, would only have a maximum of about 30% chance of advancing to Lv5 under immense pressure.
This wasn't just because Lv5 Diamond Body was only a theoretical level.
Furthermore, the enhancement system differed from other extraordinary ability systems; almost everyone could only reach Lv4 Steel Body.
Any further beyond that would exceed the limits of ability, surpass the limits of firearms, and step into the near-godlike realm.
Her sister had succeeded—but such a sister, even if attacked by an entire nation, would remain unscathed.
She could even survive a nuclear blast for a short time.
While she would still need the necessities of human survival like air and water, unless she were imprisoned, her Lv5 enhanced movement speed would allow her to escape the nuclear blast's epicenter quickly and safely.
Therefore, it's said that even a nuclear bomb cannot kill a Lv5 enhanced user.
Only this level can truly help Xiao Dong.
But if even a Lv5 can be captured, how can Xiao Dong be helped to defeat the enemy?
…
In a monotonous, pure white room with no windows, only a single, large, opaque pane of glass.
Zhao Ziran was still only wearing her sexy lingerie, and she had been sitting on the bed for a while.
Luo Shaowen, who brought her here, brought her directly here, instead of immediately taking her to the laboratory or to see her sister as she had imagined.
After a while, even someone as resolute as Zhao Ziran felt a strange, piercing sense of despair.
Here, even she saw no hope of escape.
She could only hope that her sister… or perhaps, Xiao Dong…
Zhao Ziran walked to the glass wall. In this monotonous room, the glass wall couldn't have been meaningless.
Perhaps, the person she had always wanted to see… was right across the street.
But before she could sink into those faint, sorrowful thoughts, the sound of a door opening rang out.
Zhao Ziran's hand, which had been pressing against the glass, involuntarily tightened, leaving a faint mark. The next second, her slender waist was suddenly gripped from behind by a pair of hands. She turned to see Zhao Hao, his face grim.
"Hehe, Zhao Ziran, we meet again."
Zhao Ziran didn't speak. Zhao Hao simply chuckled and carried her to the bed.
The sparse, semi-transparent fabric, the lace trim, and the crisscrossing straps encasing her large breasts trembled, like large, strangely swollen, elastic water balloons.
With each rise and fall, her full, snowy breasts surged and swayed, almost bursting out of the pale red lace.
And those sensual, yet naturally beautiful curves instantly aroused an indescribable excitement and desire. To Zhao Hao, Zhao Ziran was originally an unattainable, privileged young woman.
Although they shared the same surname, Zhao, and were related by blood, the Zhao family was a vast and powerful clan. Zhao Hao's blood relation to Zhao Ziran was extremely distant, and their talents were incomparable.
Even though Zhao Hao possessed other extraordinary abilities and wasn't merely a researcher, his social standing was still worlds apart from Zhao Ziran's.
But now, she lay before him, her body reclining, offering no resistance.
Zhao Hao knelt on the bed, grasping Zhao Ziran's full, firm breasts with an almost impatient eagerness, and slipped his hand inside the thin triangular fabric.
He grasped a mound of plump, moist, and incredibly smooth flesh. Through the sheer fabric, Zhao Hao's hand could be clearly seen kneading her breast.
The round, white mound of flesh wriggled and deformed between his fingers, then he began to pull and stretch it.
A pair of voluptuous breasts sprang forth, swaying alluringly.
"Squeak, pop...tsk squeak..."
Zhao Hao lowered his head, kissing and kneading these snow-white breasts. The areolas, slightly engorged with blood, rose and twisted, the center seemingly forming a small diamond shape, the nipples, even more rosy in color, nestled within, indescribably tempting.
Zhao Hao sucked on the tender areolas, his mouth working them incessantly. This was Zhao Zhiran's most sensitive area, causing her to clamp her legs together and moan softly.
"Mmm, ah...Zhao Hao, you...mmm, what do you mean by betraying your sister?" Zhao Zhiran pressed down on Zhao Hao's shoulders, panting as she spoke.
Zhao Hao raised his head, licking his lips. Below, at the tip of his rounded breasts, rising and falling with his breath, the areolas were slightly parted, revealing a single, erect, delicate, cherry-red nipple.
A trace of saliva lingered on it, making it appear even more indescribably tender.
Zhao Hao said, "If it weren't for this, how could I have tasted you sisters?"
As he spoke, Zhao Hao lowered his head again and sucked on her nipple, alternating between the two.
Zhao Zhiran stretched her arms to her sides, gently clutching the white sheets.
After a while, as if he had satisfied his craving, Zhao Hao stood up, lifted Zhao Zhiran's legs, and pressed them down.
Zhao Zhiran's delicate body was exceptionally supple, just like Tang Lanyan's, easily assuming any position.
However, compared to Tang Lanyan's resilient, elastic, and strong body, as if made of thin satin and steel, Zhao Zhiran's softness seemed so delicate and pure.
The perfect body before him, coupled with Zhao Zhiran's status as Tang Lanyan's sister, immediately excited Zhao Hao, who had suffered a great setback with Tang Lanyan.
He manipulated Zhao Zhiran like a woman in labor, her legs bent wide open, knees touching her shoulders, arching her back like a snow frog.