Under the tight embrace of Zhao Ziran's tender orifice, the gentle yet intense sucking, like the ecstasy of a living being, Luo Ming felt an overwhelming pleasure, and couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts.
A large penis continuously moved in and out of her small hole, Zhao Ziran's opening stretching into a thin, delicate pink ring. With each thrust of the penis, it slid in and out, soon dripping with white fluid, winding and dripping down her snowy buttocks.
"Slap, slap, slap!"
The sounds of flesh slapping were incessant, the speed of the thrusts causing her white buttocks to ripple and turn a cherry-red.
Zhao Ziran's slender arms wrapped around Luo Ming's neck, moaning lasciviously, her full, perky breasts heaving as if leaping, her nipples already showing tender areolas, the color of spring cherry blossoms, exquisitely beautiful.
With each swaying of her fair breasts, messy pink shadows were drawn.
Luo Ming, grinning, gripped Zhao Zhiran's slender waist, thrusting into her so that her long, jade-like legs swayed as if in a breeze; her honeyed orifice sucked tighter and tighter, a wave of fluid gushing out, even his penis couldn't contain it.
His glans, washed by the lustful fluid, was enveloped in a warm, oily liquid, its surrounding contractions intensifying, instantly doubling the pleasure.
Luo Ming could no longer endure it, and with a low growl, he thrust deeply into Zhao Zhiran's vagina, ejaculating to the very depths…
Zhao Zhiran knelt on the ground again, sucking his penis, cleaning his glans completely.
"Zhiran, do you want to go back?"
Luo Ming held his penis, patting and tapping it against Zhao Zhiran's exquisite face, feeling that her naturally elegant, aloof, and languidly beautiful face was perfectly suited to his penis.
Zhao Zhiran looked at him with a smile, "Master, will you let me go back?"
Luo Ming hesitated for a moment, then his gaze fell on Zhao Zhiran again.
Zhao Zhiran gracefully rose, straddling Luo Ming's lap like a little girl, her breasts pressed against his bare chest, her pretty face flushed. She kneaded her large breasts as she said, "Master, aren't you worried?"
Luo Ming grabbed one of her large breasts and began to knead it like soft cotton. "No matter how clever you are, who could be worried?"
Although he said this, a hint of arrogance lingered on Luo Ming's face. His fingers lightly pinched and twisted Zhao Zhiran 's tender nipple, clearly indicating something different from his words.
Zhao Zhiran stopped speaking, her delicate body sliding down to take Luo Ming's penis into her mouth again.
After a while, Luo Ming let out a muffled groan. Zhao Zhiran sat up and swallowed his semen.
Luo Ming gently massaged Zhao Zhiran 's plump buttocks, saying, "Then I'll let you go back. I know you possess a lot of research data on the Pure Yang Body."
"After all, probably no one is more convenient for research than you."
"To deal with that person, you must know the weaknesses of the Pure Yang Body. Go back, organize your data, and tell me all your research results."
He patted Zhao Zhiran 's delicate buttocks, saying, "I know you have it."
In truth, Luo Ming didn't know much. He only knew that of the only two Pure Yang Bodies in the world, one had always stayed by Zhao Zhiran 's side, and that it had been in a coma for nearly three years after being injured.
Given Zhao Zhiran 's intelligence, it was impossible that she hadn't conducted in-depth research.
And he and his son didn't want to deal with Luo Shaowen for no reason; rather, in their view, Luo Shaowen himself didn't pose much of a threat; the real threat came from the Pure Yang Body he controlled.
They vaguely guessed her identity, and their hearts were filled with apprehension. But with Zhao Ziran, there was certainly a way to solve the problem.
Perhaps Luo Ming didn't realize that his confidence in Zhao Ziran was even stronger than her own.
That was the mental imprint left by a single moment when, in the time it took to urinate, her labia barely dry, she had solved a difficult problem that had long troubled him…
However, in a sense, he was right. Zhao Ziran understood the structure of the Pure Yang Body better than anyone else. Since she could pull Xiao Dong back from the brink of death, she could naturally use another method to stop the Pure Yang Body from functioning.
And for a researcher, the research lab is the most important place. It not only contains familiar or unique equipment, but also stores countless amounts of data.
This data often reaches terabytes, vast and complex.
Even with Zhao Zhiran's photographic memory, she wouldn't deliberately memorize complicated and useless information. Therefore, the best way to obtain Zhao Zhiran's research results was to release her.
Of course, releasing Zhao Zhiran was risky. However, he had no choice but to let her go… After all, Zhao Zhiran was from the Zhao family of Kyoto, and her trip to Shikijima was documented.
Although he had already sent Tang Shuyi back ahead of time, delaying things for a while,
he couldn't detain Zhao Zhiran indefinitely. He had to release her.
Fortunately, the nano-control implanted in her nerves was now complete. Although releasing Zhao Zhiran still carried some risk, he believed she couldn't escape his grasp.
"You'll go back with Tang Lin."
Mentioning Tang Lin, Luo Ming's gaze turned slightly cold, but he knew now wasn't the time to deal with Tang Lin. In fact, during this period, he had even allowed Tang Lin to have his way with Zhao Zhiran several times.
The rift should be temporarily mended; we'll deal with him later.
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The next day.
In front of the Luo family gate, a tall, slender woman in a white lab coat, black stockings, and high heels clicking, got into a taxi with a robust man who looked like a soldier from a novel.
It was Zhao Zhiran and Tang Lin. The reason they were brought back together was because, like Tang Shuyi, Tang Lin was one of Zhao Zhiran's "bodyguards" for this trip.
Naturally, he should go back with her.