Seeing them again, Li Dong was at a loss for words.
Inazuma's beautiful eyes reddened slightly as she looked away. The Divine Child approached, her small feet, clad in black wooden clogs, appearing even more plump and white, neatly arranged, her toes, as white as newly born silkworms, adorned with purplish-pink henna.
As her slender toes touched the ground, her heels lifted slightly, revealing the beautifully curved arch of her foot, her pale pink ankles, and her jade-like skin. Li Dong couldn't help but recall the time by the campfire when he held a girl's delicate feet, carefully tracing each toe with his tongue, kissing her pearly little toes until they curled slightly.
Beside her, Inazuma, the future Thunder General, her white feet curled up, also had a glistening sheen on her tender feet.
Noticing Li Dong's gaze, the Divine Child smiled enigmatically. Standing before him, her first words were neither a coquettish reproach nor a rebuke.
"You're back?"
Li Dong nodded subconsciously, then shook his head, a hint of apology on his face.
That night he knew the girls' feelings, but he knew the land his beloved longed for was across the sea, so he could never reciprocate their expectations.
The goddess understood his feelings, and knew that keeping him was unrealistic. She stretched out her long, slender, delicate arms, wrapped them around his neck, and, standing on her exquisite toes, kissed him on the lips.
Then she whispered in his ear, "You don't need to come often, but you should at least come to see me."
When the girl rushed towards him, he could feel that beneath the magnificent kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms and vermilion was a smooth, brocade-like body, curvaceous and shapely.
With a slight tilt of his head, he could see two alluring mounds of snow-white flesh, the full breasts pushing open the hem of her kimono, like awakened snow, full and ready to burst.
There wasn't a trace of underwear...
Looking at Inazuma standing there, her cleavage was also deeply exposed, her belt and collar slightly disheveled. He seemed to understand something, a strange pang of sadness rising in his heart, yet he nodded as if possessed.
"Hand her over to us."
Taking the sleeping policewoman from Li's arms, Miko pulled her best friend aside. The two exchanged a glance, one with guilt, the other gently biting her cherry lips.
The gaze lingered for a few seconds, then, inexplicably, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
"He escaped from the airport."
Miko, now wrapped around his neck, their breasts pressed together, whispering in his ear as if nibbling.
As the priestess of the Inari Shrine, the Inari fox statues scattered throughout this land were her natural eyes and ears; she knew best where Xu Pengxuan had escaped to.
Startled, Xu Pengxuan even abandoned Yoshiwara Tsubaki and escaped by plane. A small airport had been built nearby, with small private jets on standby. Less than ten minutes after escaping the base, he boarded a plane bound for Shen City.
This had happened half an hour before his arrival. Li Dong was speechless; Xu Pengxuan, having died once, was far too cautious.
To avoid a direct encounter with "Star" in Sakura World, he had even abandoned the most convenient method of returning directly to Shen City via Yoshiwara Tsubaki.
"Who disturbed him?" Li Dong asked. Actually, he already knew the answer.
"A girl, and... Cui Yuanxuan."
Li Dong sighed. It was her, after all.
Shen Weiwei, what does she want?
Clearly, Shen Weiwei, now embodying "Jealousy," possesses the ability to appear and disappear unpredictably. Yoshihara Tsubaki and Cui Yuanxuan, originally allies recruited by Zhi Ran, vanished after the battle with the mysterious figure.
Now it seems they didn't die; they were likely rescued by Shen Weiwei, who then sent Yoshihara Tsubaki to "Lust's" side…
It seems I must find an opportunity to ask Shen Weiwei face-to-face what she's planning.
............
The Luo Family.
"Mmm~"
A languid, sweet moan echoed in the room, like a spring breeze, carrying a faint fragrance.
Beneath the thin blanket, a shapely, curvaceous body stretched out its alluring form. A head of smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down her beautiful back, slightly tousled yet thicker, its black sheen like silk, giving an impression of cascading waterfalls and flowing rivers.
Long, slender, and shapely arms stretched upwards, her graceful upper body clad only in a sheer, translucent lace nightgown. Her smooth, snow-white skin, beneath the thin fabric, glowed with an alluring pale pink hue.
A simple bow tied at her waist seemed to instantly tighten the black veil, perfectly outlining her butterfly-like upper body and her full, rounded, smooth buttocks, more rounded and delicate than a boiled egg, creating a beautiful silhouette.
Only a simple rope bound her waist, and her large, round, full breasts, like snow-white jade rabbits, stretched taut over the loosely draped front of her dress, resembling ripe peaches, thin-skinned and overflowing with milk, their lower edges rounded like bee bellies, or like trembling, full teardrops.
Her breasts were astonishingly large; from behind, they appeared as two trembling mounds, yet the nipples stood erect like peach tips, their pale cherry-colored areolas and round, pink cherries proudly protruding like tender bamboo shoots.
"Too small..."
Luo Xuetang glanced down, a slight blush rising to her jade-like cheeks.
Her "too small" wasn't referring to her breasts, but rather to the nightgown she was wearing, left in her fiancé's room... Before her disappearance, the two had been living together for some time.
This was the nightgown she wore when she was eighteen; after several years, it no longer fit, not because it was too short.
At eighteen, she was already a slender, tall, and petite young woman, so the clothes should have fit her perfectly.
But in the years since, her figure had remained as graceful as a willow, her waist so slender it could be encircled with one hand, her curves incredibly beautiful.
Her breasts, however, had grown like inflated balloons, becoming round, full, and bouncy, as if she were cradling two large jade rabbits, lively and captivating with every movement.
Her lower body was as plump as a peach, her slender waist and large, round buttocks resembling the bottom of a round gourd, or a full pear, full, firm, and alluringly curvaceous.
Her early pajamas, tied at the waist, were stretched taut by her curves, the nightgown that barely covered her thighs and slightly revealed her underwear now completely exposing her round, pert buttocks, white and smooth as a peeled boiled egg.
And her breasts were also wide open, her jade rabbits perky.
But she still often wore this nightgown, because it was prepared for her by that big bad guy, Li Dong.
Whenever she slept in that bad guy's room, she would wear this nightgown… as if it were witnessing the changes she had undergone over the past seven years in his place.
Barefoot, with her delicate, slender, and jade-like feet, she got out of bed. A note remained on the dressing table.
It was a message she left for him the day he returned, ending with a cute pig's head.
"Bad guy… come back."
She lowered her swan-like, long neck, her beautiful eyes glistening, a sudden glint of light flashing at the corner of her eye.
As if she were a proud swan, she raised her slender neck again, as if not wanting "him" to see the glint in her eyes.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
"Miss, today…"
Recognizing it was the butler, Uncle Qin's voice, Xue Tang opened the door with her delicate feet. Uncle Qin stood behind the door, still in the position of knocking, his eyes wide as he stared at her, his body suddenly hunching slightly.
Her delicate skin felt a slight, crawling sensation, as if stimulated by his gaze… Xue Tang suddenly realized… what her pajamas were like today…
A blush crept onto her pretty face, but facing Uncle Qin, who had watched her grow up, she didn't think he had any ill intentions. So, blushing, she calmly stepped back, closed the door, and whispered, "Uncle Qin, wait a moment."
But she didn't see the old butler outside the door, who seemed frozen, his eyes still wide open, as if trying to deeply imprint the beautiful figure that had just appeared at the door into his mind.
The young lady who had just appeared—her pair of round, full, dazzlingly white breasts were so eye-catching between the open black lace, the two nipples faintly visible, pink with a hint of purple, utterly captivating.
Beneath her slender, rounded waist, her full, pear-shaped buttocks stretched the hem of her lace skirt, the plump flesh resembling polished ivory, so delicate that it was difficult to hold a drop of water.