Although Lingxuan was satisfied, having only ejaculated once inside Yelena before using her internal energy to press acupoints on the back of her neck to put her to sleep, he had essentially only focused on dealing with Alice, who was still a virgin not long ago.
But it was still progress.
The only drawback was that ejaculation was still too rapid each time… a consequence of the loss of her vital essence.
However, Alice's condition had finally stabilized, putting her mind at ease. Next, she needed to follow the previous clues to see if she could find the mastermind behind it all.
He had figured it out by now. The person who imprisoned Sister Zhiran and Sister Lanyan, manipulated Andre behind the scenes, and even wielded considerable power overseas, was likely the same person who had plotted against him across the strait years ago.
The true mastermind.
Moreover, he sensed a nemesis. This person must also be one of the Seven Deadly Sins. If it wasn't the previously unseen Sloth, then it could only be Greed.
However, he still needed to uncover the other party's identity himself.
If only Sister Zhiran were here… Sister Zhiran was so insightful; if she were by his side, he wouldn't be running around like a headless fly.
Thinking of Sister Zhiran, and then of the video of that black man assaulting her, a strange pang of bitterness welled up inside him. Now he had to admit that he liked Sister Zhiran.
Although they had never spoken aloud, they understood each other implicitly. And then there was Sister Lanyan… Even someone as oblivious as him couldn't have been completely oblivious to the different ways she treated him. It was just that at the time, he was preoccupied with Xuetang, his fiancée, and hadn't confessed.
Now that he had lost Sister Lanyan and Sister Zhiran, he examined his heart again and realized how important the two women had become to him, an inseparable part of him.
This time, it was his turn to protect Sister Zhiran and Sister Lanyan!
This trip meant he wouldn't be returning to Lingxiu's house anytime soon. He needed to contact Lingxiu to say a proper goodbye, as this trip might involve confronting the mastermind behind it all, and the danger was undeniable.
He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.
When he left Shen City last time, Lingxiu gave him a private contact method—the key to a small chip implanted in his wrist, which allowed him to share his location.
Currently, the wrist chip and mobile phone were used in parallel, with the former being more private; for work, the mobile phone was used more frequently.
Of course, he didn't have the wrist chip on him, as it was risky to be hacked, and special agents weren't allowed to use it. He couldn't contact Lingxiu directly, but he could check her location on his phone through location sharing.
"Hmm?"
Upon checking, he discovered that Lingxiu's location was quite close to her home, specifically in a nearby hotel.
Logically, Lingxiu should be on duty right now. Why was she there?
Although puzzled, he acted anyway and quickly found the hotel, only to discover it was a so-called "love hotel."
These kinds of hotels are almost exclusively for couples; they're usually small and secluded. However, it was still possible to find out which room Lingxiu was in—after all, special agents have very little clearance to check rooms.
Without alerting the front desk staff, he quietly went up to the third floor of the hotel, to a room at the end of the corridor.
His hearing was incredibly sharp; as soon as he got close, he heard intertwined breathing, the moans and gasps of two people, seemingly a man and woman locked in passionate embrace.
Accompanied by the controlled sounds of flesh colliding, a faint, muddy, pounding sound, though subtle, still reached his ears in minute detail…
Taking a deep breath, he remembered Lingxiu's passionate, yearning kiss when they parted… Using his privileges, he opened the door. With his abilities, as long as he didn't want to be discovered, almost no one could detect his presence; but upon entering the room, he was greeted by an air thick with lewdness. From the doorway, clothes lay scattered haphazardly on the floor.
The first item was underwear.
A damp stain remained at the crotch, revealing the black pencil skirt, hat, blue top, stockings, and a askew high heel. A crumpled lace bra hung at the foot of the bed.
On the bed lay two naked bodies. The foot of the bed faced the door. A muscular man's body pressed down on top, two shapely, slender, white legs resting on either shoulder.
Below was a full, firm, snow-white buttock, a striking contrast to the skin tone of a man's buttocks.
A long, thick, jet-black penis stretched between two soft, white labia, their edges edged with delicate, dark downy hairs. It thrust in and out rapidly, its force like a jackal's, as if to ravage the small opening beneath it. The thick, radish-like shaft stretched the tight opening into a large, bright red circle with each withdrawal.
The labia majora were everted, the thin, translucent flesh drooping over the shaft, pulling it out with them. A fine, foamy white fluid overflowed from the opening, like a white ring blooming around the edge of the red, tender flesh. Upon insertion, it trickled down between the snow-white buttocks.
Between her buttocks, a stream of white fluid flowed continuously, soaking the sheets beneath her. The fluid barely penetrated the surface, glistening with a whitish sheen.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."
The penis thrust deep and forcefully, the rapid slapping turning the buttocks, pointing upwards, red and tingling, yet it didn't stop for a moment, clearly reaching its climax.
"Ah, ooh... ahh... no... ahh, too deep... ooh, so numb... ahhh!" At the head of the bed, her long, black hair, scattered around the pillow, twitched and swayed, her delicate head shaking, emitting moans that sounded almost like sobs, a plaintive, high-pitched cry at the end.
"Is Captain Ling about to climax again? It's squeezing like it's biting inside!"
"Hiss...so good, a few more climaxes and my big cock can take it!"
The man thrust faster, his head bobbing up in pleasure, revealing a slightly lewd, chubby face. Li Dong didn't recognize him, but if Yu Tang were here, she would definitely recognize him, because this was Ma Zhikai, whom she had "raised" to replace Kang De as bureau chief.
Moreover, Li Dong didn't know that he had unintentionally become Ma Zhikai's scapegoat. That day, after he took the Ling sisters home after they had been raped and deflowered, Ma Zhikai took advantage of the situation and "fucked" the two sisters again.
When he returned to find the scene of devastation, he felt guilty. Fortunately, Ling Xiu was still unconscious, only Ling Xuan was awake. Finally, under the girl's pleading eyes, he had no choice but to take the blame using the identity of "Xing".
But now, it seems everything has returned to square one—
Lingxiu's feet, hoisted onto Ma Zhikai's back, were tightly curled up, the insteps and slender legs almost forming a straight line. Her snow-white, pale orange toes were curled like cat's claws, her ten delicate toes slightly white from the effort.
Her pinkish-white toenails were clenched like a fist, except for her beautifully shaped big toe, which was raised high, as if trying to grasp something intangible, or perhaps desperately trying to release something.
"Ahhhhh...uh...—"
Suddenly, Lingxiu stretched out her hands, pushing against the man's chest and ribs, her snow-white neck arching upwards, her slender waist arching. Halfway through her scream, her small mouth was kissed, leaving only the sounds of thick saliva and sobbing.
Suddenly, her smooth, snow-white buttocks trembled violently, her waist spasming like a shrimp in hot water. Gushes of fluid gushed from her tightly sealed honeyed orifice, like a gushing spring.
Ma Zhikai let out a long sigh, "Ah—," and stopped thrusting. He pressed his hips down, burying his entire large penis deep inside her vagina, remaining motionless, seemingly enjoying the intense, gripping sensation deep within her during orgasm.
A moment later, his large penis slowly withdrew from her honeyed vagina. The swollen shaft glistened with her vaginal fluid, and where the veins bulged, there were streaks of white residue from friction. Her labia, stretched wide from being penetrated, writhed slightly in a wanton manner, revealing the moist flesh between the two labia. The vaginal opening continued to contract and spasm as if breathing.
Deep within the bright red honey cave, a trickle of white fluid slowly overflowed with the contraction, flowing out of the clam's mouth and down the cleft. It was shiny white, but it was not semen; rather, it was love fluid that had been rubbed into a paste.