Zhao Zhiran felt the fresh air and sunshine outside, and her body immediately felt a sense of relief and comfort.
Even though she had just been raped by Luo Ming and his son before leaving home, and her vagina was still slightly burning, it didn't affect her improved mood.
No matter what had happened before, as long as she got out, regaining her freedom was inevitable.
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Zhao Zhiran closed her eyes to rest. Luo Ming's sophisticated control system had become more challenging for her, making it significantly more difficult to interfere with or deceive it using her abilities.
However, she could still manipulate her subconscious, influencing her endocrine system and nerve signals to temporarily deceive it.
Such meticulous manipulation required an astonishing amount of computational power; in Luo Ming's understanding, almost no one could accomplish this.
Although he had considered the possibility of Zhao Zhiran escaping, his attention was focused on external matters, and he never imagined that Zhao Zhiran could achieve this.
Just as he never imagined, even the "pregnancy" was the result of Zhao Zhiran deceiving the chip.
In fact, Zhao Zhiran's uterus was currently clean. While many sperm had indeed traveled through it, in the intricate system of the human body, the mere arrival of sperm did not guarantee pregnancy.
A slight imbalance in endocrine function could prevent the egg from being released.
At most, it would just give the sperm a three-day trip to the uterus…
Therefore, once she escaped, she only needed some equipment to easily solve this problem, or at least disable the control chip.
She wouldn't even need to return to the laboratory in the mountains of Guizhou.
She and Xiaodong had a simple set of experimental equipment at their "home" in Shen City.
Soon, she would be able to see Xiaodong.
A slight smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, but suddenly she felt a large hand reach up from the back of her head. Her slender neck bent downwards, and instantly a hot, thick penis appeared before her eyes.
This penis was even larger than Luo Ming's, dark and swollen, with bulging blue veins.
"Zhao, the talented lady, give it a lick too."
Tang Lin's forced smile drifted over, and Zhao Zhiran rolled her eyes slightly, but could only comply.
Before setting off, perhaps to win over Tang Lin, Luo Ming hinted that he could make advances on her along the way.
At least until the nanochip controlling her was removed, Zhao Zhiran couldn't disobey his orders and could temporarily deceive the chip by controlling her subconscious.
But that wasn't something she could use casually. Even if she wanted to perform calculations comparable to a supercomputer, it wouldn't be easy; she would quickly feel exhausted.
Unless she were her older sister, Tang Lanyan, with her robust physique, she could truly use such calculations for an extended period.
Unfortunately, her physique was only slightly stronger than an average woman… and the person beside her wasn't her sister, Tang Lanyan, but Tang Lin.
Tang Lin's penis aimed at Zhao Zhiran 's small mouth, and with a gentle thrust, it entered her warm, moist, and delicate oral cavity.
Before Zhao Ziran could move, Tang Lin pressed her head down, his large penis thrusting in and out of her mouth. Because her head was tilted to the side, the first thrust didn't reach her throat; instead, it seemed to bend around inside her mouth.
The large glans left a slanted indentation on Zhao Ziran's left cheek. The second, the third… naturally followed the same trajectory, aiming straight for her cheek.
"Uh… sizzle… slurp…"
Zhao Ziran's pretty face turned pale from the thrusting, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, leaving a glistening trail.
At this moment, the taxi driver noticed something amiss. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw what was happening, and his driving swerved involuntarily.
The woman, dressed in a white lab coat that couldn't conceal her snow-white breasts and full hips, her long, black-stockinged legs swaying gracefully, exuding a languid elegance and a serene air, was a rare beauty he had rarely seen in his years as a taxi driver.
Especially her aura, and her exquisitely beautiful, ethereal face, even without makeup…
Now, that delicate and pretty face was slightly distorted beneath the large, dark penis. With each thrust, her alabaster-like face rose and fell, her pink lips parted slightly, pouting, and glistening saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, clinging to her elegant chin.
It added a touch of lewdness.
Zhao Zhiran was unaware that someone was watching her. Although she looked somewhat disheveled, she remained calm.
Since Tang Lin was pressing her head down, preventing her from moving, she did the opposite. The instant Tang Lin thrust, her small mouth sucked on his entire glans as if in a vacuum.
In that brief moment of stillness, her tender tongue slid laboriously along the side of Tang Lin's glans, then suddenly, using the momentum, she guided the entire penis towards his throat.
"Ah!"
Tang Lin cried out in pleasure, his penis feeling as if it were being squeezed and constricted, constantly being swallowed, sucked into the wet, narrow passage like a tube.
Fully filled and thoroughly satisfied, the tight, writhing interior constantly squeezing, while his small mouth sucked like a vacuum—the intense, extreme pleasure almost brought him to ejaculation.
He, of course, didn't know that even the most robust and powerfully built African chieftains, raised in the jungle on raw meat and raw food, couldn't last long under Zhao Ziran's tight, vacuum-like suction.
That kind of mouth, honed through meticulous control and countless penises, was beyond Tang Lin's comprehension.
Soon afterward, Tang Lin ejaculated profusely, his head thrown back as he slumped onto the back seat.
Zhao Ziran gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her throat moving rhythmically as she swallowed and released fluid.
She had practically drained Tang Lin of his last remaining semen, then sucked and released the glans, leaving only her moist, red lips, without a single drop of semen spilling out.
As Tang Lin lay limp, Zhao Ziran leaned close to the driver's ear and softly uttered an address.