At this moment, Sister Lan Yan's back was not resting against the tank. Perhaps to make the act easier, Qin Yan had repositioned her body so that her side faced the tank, leaving her back directly exposed to Li Dong's line of sight.
Consequently, Li Dong had a clear view. Although the distance between his and Shen Weiwei's location and Tang Lan Yan's position might have been too great for an ordinary person to discern details, it was no issue for Li Dong—or rather, for the "Martial God," this distance was effectively no different from having the scene right before his eyes. But now, for the first time, he regretted possessing such keen eyesight—the ability to see everything unfolding before him with such startling clarity.
He recalled the most intimate, boundary-blurring moment he had ever shared with Sister Lan Yan: the time she had injured her inner thigh and asked him to bandage the wound.
Her combat trousers, stained with flecks of blood, had been cast aside, revealing a pair of bare legs—lithe, long, shapely, and perfectly smooth. He had always known her legs were long, but seeing them up close like that made him realize just how extraordinary they truly were.
And there, at the apex of those breathtaking legs, lay her exposed sex. Sister Lan Yan rarely dressed in a traditionally feminine style; she owned no fancy lingerie, and since combat trousers were breathable and didn't trap sweat, many team members—pressed for time during combat—simply wore nothing underneath.
Yet, while Sister Lan Yan was indifferent to gender norms, she was fastidious about cleanliness. Unlike some team members who might have treated a wound near the groin without removing their underwear, she had done otherwise.
She had opened her legs to him without reservation. Even though she was unconcerned with formalities and saw little distinction between men and women, this was different.
Unlike the casual nudity of a communal bathhouse, exposing herself so completely to a man in a private setting signified absolute trust—and... tacit consent.
An atmosphere thick with unspoken intimacy began to brew; like a bottle of fine wine uncorked, the mere scent of it was enough to leave one intoxicated. While bandaging the area, he had once been unable to resist planting a kiss on Sister Lan Yan's labia.
The sensation of that tender, soft, and yielding flesh against his lips was something he would never forget.
Yet, contrasting sharply with that beautiful memory was the scene before his eyes now: Sister Lan Yan's labia being brazenly spread, kneaded, and manipulated by his two fingers. With his keen eyesight, he could clearly see how the tender labia were stretched and distorted as his fingers toyed with them.
He could see the glistening fluid shifting with every movement; his fingers were coated in a wet sheen, the sparkling moisture extending all the way to the base of his digits.
Suddenly, Qin Yan thrust both fingers between the labia, moving them slowly, before seeming to grasp something and pulling it downward.
It was two thin, pinkish, tender strips of flesh; held between his fingers, they were stretched taut—pulled nearly two or three centimeters out from the delicate opening—becoming so thin and tender they appeared almost translucent.
Qin Yan released the tender strips and used his index and middle fingers to spread the outer labia wide. Inside, two willow-leaf-shaped petals—vibrant red and glistening—were revealed; most lewdly, a glistening, viscous thread of sexual fluid trickled from between them.
He then grasped the two inner petals again, rubbing and kneading them incessantly. The plump, tender outer labia writhed around his fingers, and he once more gripped the inner petals, pulling them outward from the outer labia. Li Dong felt his breath catch, a tingling sensation spreading deep within him; he realized that what he was seeing were Sister Lan Yan's inner labia—more delicate and lovely than flower petals—being stretched remarkably far by Qin Yan.
It was only after that time he had bandaged her that Li Dong learned just how plump and tender her outer labia were—rounded and full, rich and fleshy like the halves of a clam. Even when her legs were spread wide, the vulva remained tightly closed, revealing only a sliver of pink flesh at the edges when pulled—a soft, rosy hue nestled within the cleft.
At this moment, as her flesh firmly gripped Qin Yan's two fingers, those delicate inner petals were being drawn out from between the lush, full outer labia...
"Mmm... ah...~"
Tang Lanyan's moans seemed tinged with a faint, sobbing note; her shapely body trembled, her muscles twitching slightly. As her inner labia were stretched taut, her long, shapely thighs quivered and parted slightly, as if she had gone completely limp and lost all strength.
Suddenly, Qin Yan withdrew his two fingers, trailing a strand of glistening, erotic fluid. Li Dong felt a momentary sense of relief, but the very next instant, a massive glans—resembling the head of a one-eyed python—appeared between Tang Lanyan's thighs.
It took the place of his fingers, pressing against Sister Lanyan's labia.
The plump, tender flesh of her labia parted slightly under the pressure of the glans; the thick, soft folds half-enveloped the tip, looking like a split peach, while the copious juices made the massive glans slick and glistening.
Watching that massive glans rub gently against her tender folds, Li Dong felt a tingling numbness spread through him. He knew he ought to rush out and stop it at all costs, yet for some reason, his legs felt as heavy as lead; he couldn't take a single step, and his heart was pounding like a war drum.
Was he really going to watch this happen with his own eyes...?
Just as his mind was in turmoil, the thick, engorged shaft thrust upward; the massive glans suddenly forced the labia apart, burying itself deep between the outer lips.
Qin Yan's cock paused for a split second; he shifted his stance slightly, angling his thighs as if settling into a horse stance, and then—with a single, powerful surge—he thrust upward. His massive cock drove straight in, burying almost its entire length into Sister Lanyan's honeyed depths. Seeing Qin Yan's cock disappear into Sister Lan Yan's honey-sweet slit with his own eyes, Li Dong felt his mind go blank; he had never imagined that witnessing the woman he loved being penetrated by another man would deliver such a massive shock.
Although the video circulating around the base had somewhat prepared him, the impact of seeing it in person was on an entirely different level.
"Ah...!"
As the thick, engorged, and searingly hot cock forced its way past the tight, tender flesh and thrust all the way to the core of her flower, Tang Lan Yan's eyes widened and her head arched back; she let out a sharp, high-pitched moan tinged with a hint of a sob.
The impact on her core left it feeling exquisitely weak and achy, sending waves of tingling numbness radiating through her entire body. Deep within, the object—which had left her burning and tingling ever since the injection—seemed to resonate with the thrust, turning her limbs to jelly and bringing her to the brink of a mini-orgasm the very instant he penetrated her.
Her vaginal walls clamped down tightly, and juices overflowed continuously from the point of union.
Qin Yan took a deep breath; he truly hadn't expected that, even after multiple rounds of lovemaking, Tang Lan Yan's pussy would remain impossibly tight. Countless tender, smooth folds—like reactive sea anemones—clamped and bit down upon him, while her powerful vaginal muscles relentlessly squeezed and twisted.