In the smooth, carpet-like Maybach, Luo Xuetang gently crossed her legs. The smooth silk fabric flowed almost effortlessly over her rounded, snow-white thighs.
Like gently flowing water, the skirt rippled softly, outlining her shapely legs. Her shapely buttocks, pressing against the skirt, resembled plump, ripe peaches, accentuating her slender waist.
The flowing silk skirt dipped below her thighs, embracing her full, rounded thighs and the Y-shaped triangle formed by her mounds. With each gentle friction, the area deepened, exuding an alluring, almost nosebleed-inducing sensuality.
Xuetang gazed out the window, her cherry lips parting slightly as she murmured, "You bad boy."
"You made me miss you again."
A faint blush rose on her beautiful face, like a sip of strong liquor, a captivating glow.
As if remembering something, she gently bit her cherry lips again. Her eyes flickered, and her delicate, jade-like fingers, like spring onions, pressed lightly through the silk against the small, slightly protruding, soft, and tender pearl at the top of her vulva.
"Ah~"
As melodious as a nightingale's song, tinged with a shy reserve, the beauty gently rubbed and turned her fingers through the thin silk.
Even though no one could see, she kept her legs tightly pressed together, like a shy young girl…
However, she didn't notice that above the back seat, several tiny, pinhole-sized objects, hidden in a corner, were emitting a barely perceptible red glow.
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, the car braked to a stop. Xue Tang, blushing, pulled her fingers out from between her legs and saw several black vehicles rapidly approaching from the rear left and front and rear.
The beauty instinctively tensed up, her small hands clutching her full breasts. Just then, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the car. Although the luxury car's doors were blast-proof, they were easily opened with specialized tools.
A tattooed head peered out from behind the door. Xue Tang finally understood what was happening. Her red lips tightened, and she curled her slender waist, pushing her beautiful back against one side.
"Ah!"
The man squeezed inside. Without thinking, Xue Tang kicked out, but her shapely, long, and slender leg, as delicate as an elf's, was easily grabbed by the tattooed man.
Xue Tang struggled, pulling her leg back, her skirt sliding up to her upper thigh.
Instantly, her rounded thighs, her bare buttocks as white and smooth as a peeled egg, and her perfectly hairless, tightly closed vulva, like a young girl's, all came into the man's view.
The tattooed man's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. His grip loosened, allowing Xue Tang's slender leg to break free, her high-heeled foot kicking his face.
The man's face snapped back, but aside from the impact, he felt little pain.
Besides Xue Tang's subconscious restraint when kicking a bad guy, even as a sophisticated urban woman, there were her high-end heels. Even the soles were made of exceptionally soft, precious leather, almost as soft as a young girl's skin.
These custom-made, expensive shoes were actually only suitable for red carpets and rarely worn. They were practically brand new, having barely been used.
The tattooed man, oblivious to all this, only felt that the woman before him was unlike any other woman he had kidnapped.
A wicked glint rose in his eyes. He grinned maliciously and lunged, grabbing Xue Tang's struggling leg.
As a sophisticated urban woman, Xue Tang had never experienced anything like this before. A tear welled in her bright eyes as she tried to pull her leg away from the man's grasp.
Her shapely buttocks pressed against the door behind her, offering a fleeting sense of security—
But this security vanished as quickly as ice under the sun.
"Ahhh!"
With the sound of a door opening behind her, her shapely back lost its support, and she lurched backward, halfway down. Her slender waist was caught, and a slightly damp handkerchief covered her nose, catching a whiff of a sweet, yet pungent, scent, seemingly mixed with alcohol.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her scream abruptly ceased…
At the same time, the tattooed man, holding Xue Tang's delicate leg, removed her high heel from her now-struggling foot.
In an instant, a delicate foot, its alluring shape barely concealed by a light brown, almost transparent stocking, was revealed. A pale pink hue permeated the skin.
The tattooed man grasped Xue Tang's slender, rounded ankle. The foot before him possessed a supple arch, beautiful lines, and a full, plump shape. From heel to toe, it was delicately rounded and concave, with long, rounded toes curling at the toes of the stocking like lustrous pearls, evenly and neatly formed.
Furthermore, it exuded a faint, sweet fragrance, like flowers seasoned with honey. Aside from a subtle hint of high-quality leather, it carried a naturally warm and comforting body scent.
The tattooed man greedily moved his face closer, leaving a faint trace of saliva on the sole of her foot. Even through the stockings, he could feel its unparalleled smoothness.
Recalling the fleeting glimpse of her flawlessly smooth, snow-white, hairless, naturally white vulva, he was instantly aroused.
"It's incredibly exquisite!?"
"Alright, stop licking! Get her in the car!"
Even one of his companions couldn't stand it; this guy not only licked her but also rubbed his cheek against her, making everyone's blood boil.
Not long after, the group left behind their rickety car, changed into several inconspicuous vehicles, and sped away…
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The Bund, the most bustling area of Shanghai.
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the river, the surging water carrying a person slowly ashore.
The surrounding tourists were stunned. Although this was the age of supernatural beings, such a miraculous scene was still extremely rare.
Standing on the shore, Li Dong waved his hand towards the water. Beneath the surface, a colossal black-and-white beast, its form appearing and disappearing, flicked its tail, spouting a spectacular jet of water that shot dozens of meters high like a fountain.
Then, swaying its tail, it swam towards the sea at a speed like a swimming dragon.
Back in familiar Shanghai, gazing at the towering skyscrapers of the Bund, his heart pounded with a slight excitement.
Although he hadn't been gone long, everything he had experienced while suffering from amnesia still felt somewhat distant from his true self, as if he had leaped out of a cage.
The world suddenly became clear.
And this wasn't an illusion. As a "Martial God," his greatest strength wasn't even his unique Yang-attribute true qi.
It was his martial arts cultivation, approaching the pinnacle of alchemy. At such a level of cultivation, his perspective on the world was naturally different; the amnesiac self was still himself, but he was now seen through the eyes of a "Transformation Realm" expert.