A throbbing, fiery red penis, its glans erect, drew ever closer to Shen Weiwei's wet, sticky vulva. Her eyes were fixed on her genitals, unblinking, as if she wanted to witness the moment of their union.
Her cheeks flushed a fiery red, as vibrant as ripe apples. The girl let out a soft "hmm," and her small hands traced the beautiful lines of her thighs, moving to her bulging, full vulva, now a tender, arousing rosy pink.
The next moment, her rosy slit blossomed again beneath her fingers, moist and glistening with nectar. The girl's fragrance, like orchids and musk, filled the air, so alluring and aphrodisiac…
My breathing grew heavier, but suddenly a snow-white face flashed through my mind… seemingly a little younger than Xue Tang, yet strikingly similar.
Suddenly, a hint of hesitation arose in my heart. My penis and her vulva were only centimeters apart, yet I refused to make contact.
A hint of anxiety flickered across Shen Weiwei's face. She seemed to exert even more effort to spread her legs, revealing two bulging ligaments at the base of her thighs. In the center was a slightly raised, full mons pubis, sparsely spreading along the sides of her labia, with neatly gathered pubic hairs on top.
Suddenly, a clear, slightly whitish nectar gushed from her delicate, pink vulva, which opened and closed like a breathing mouth. It flowed over the pinkish-brown clitoris, glistening in the smooth crevice of her buttocks.
"Come on~" the girl continued her seduction.
I groaned, my penis thrusting even harder, the rounded glans pressing even more firmly against the entrance between her two pink labia. Warm and moist, it seemed to be gently sucking, as if trying to draw my penis in…
But at the critical moment, a drawn-out, plaintive moan, like a sob, suddenly came from the screen. Looking up, I saw a thick, hard penis tightly blocking Yu Tang's wet, honeyed entrance, trembling gently.
Realizing what had happened, my mind exploded. A wave of tingling, numbness, frustration, and anger washed over me. Although my penis was even more erect and ready to burst, I regained my senses from my daze.
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly clasped my hands, which were supporting Shen Weiwei's delicate knees, together, pulling her long, white legs closed. The beautiful sight of her blooming flower between her legs vanished instantly.
I then withdrew, only to see Shen Weiwei staring at me blankly, her long, curved eyelashes trembling slightly. Her eyes flashed with embarrassment, shame, anger, and a hint of something else, which was hard to define. Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears.
"You…look down on me?" the girl asked softly, her head lowered.
"I didn't mean to look down on you," I said slowly, shaking my head. I then looked at Yu Tang on the screen, who was being relentlessly penetrated by Xu Pengxuan's thick, hard penis. "I just can't leave Yu Tang alone."
Shen Weiwei pursed her red lips and let out a sneer. "This is the real Luo Yu Tang? If she wasn't happy, would she masturbate with that fake penis all night, or would she wet the bed with orgasms?"
The girl leaped off the platform, her snow-white arms wrapping around my neck. She leaned forward, a rich, oppressive feeling pressing against my chest, while her alluring breath rang out… In my ear:
"Don't worry about Yu Tang. They're having so much fun… Don't you want me at all?"
But I pushed her away again, saying, "You just said Yu Tang doesn't like having sex with him."
I walked outside. No matter what, I couldn't watch Yu Tang succumb to this…
Looking at the empty doorway, Shen Weiwei took two steps back, her smooth buttocks pressed against the hard counter. She lowered her head for a moment, then suddenly threw her head back and let out a strange laugh—resentful, crazed, and sorrowful—a laugh that would send chills down anyone's spine if heard.
She bent down and took out the bracelet she had just taken off from the pocket of her hot pants near her feet. She then pressed it a few times, and almost simultaneously, soft moans of "Ah, ah~" echoed.
"Young Master Xu… someone's here… he…" The girl paused, then continued, "It should be related to 'Star'."
Upon uttering this, the sounds of lovemaking emanating from both the screen and the bracelet ceased. A deep voice replied, "I understand."
…
I walked down the narrow, dimly lit corridor, intending to retrace my steps and question someone. But before I could even step out, a series of rapid, powerful, muffled footsteps sounded ahead.
My ears twitched. Almost instinctively, I discerned the weight, height, gender, and even the strength of those approaching…
Four men, all over 1.8 meters tall, skilled in martial arts, at least at the internal strength level.
They were coming towards me. With no other way out, I stood still, circulating my energy and waiting for them to appear.
Sure enough, shortly after, four burly men wearing sunglasses and suits appeared from around the corner.
The leader, clearly the one in charge, removed his glasses and scrutinized me carefully. He then turned to the three behind him and said, "This is the person the boss is looking for. Cripple him and take him over."
So, they're always going to cripple people?
I frowned slightly. These people seemed utterly reckless, like old-fashioned gangsters. And crucially, they genuinely possessed such abilities. Judging from their footsteps and breathing, all four had reached the "Dark Force Entering the Membrane" level of internal energy cultivation.
Some people confuse true qi with internal energy, but they are actually two different powers. The former is a supernatural power that has emerged in recent years, possessing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, enabling extraordinary feats.
The latter, however, is martial arts passed down from ancient times, also known as "Martial Arts." It requires diligent practice, originating from the body's meridians. At a high level, it grants the power to shatter stone, its power no less than that of a supernatural being with true qi.
At least on the surface, internal strength has three levels. First is Ming Jin (manifest strength), straightforward and easily neutralized even with immense force.
Then comes An Jin (hidden strength). Unlike Ming Jin, which only distinguishes by the magnitude of force, An Jin becomes more complex, with three realms from the inside out: An Jin penetrating the bones, An Jin penetrating the membranes, and An Jin penetrating the skin. At the final stage, one can occasionally remain unaffected by rain; this is the threshold of Hua Jin (transformation strength).
Martial arts are difficult. Even the martial arts fanatic Yuan Hui of Kongshan Temple only reached the peak of Ming Jin, not yet crossing the threshold of An Jin penetrating the bones.
Therefore, martial artists who have reached the An Jin penetrating membrane stage are already formidable masters, many possessing unique skills. Sometimes, even Hua Jin masters can be caught off guard and suffer unexpected defeats.
It's quite surprising that martial artists of this level would willingly act as henchmen, and four An Jin masters are certainly enough for me to deal with seriously.
The lead martial artist waved his hand, and the three men behind him rushed forward, their footsteps kicking up dust and making a clanging sound. It was clear their calves were reinforced with steel plates; even a car would likely be dented by such a kick.
I secretly gathered my inner strength, my breath like an arrow, adjusting all my muscles and meridians to their optimal state. In that instant, a martial artist using internal energy launched a powerful horizontal kick. I dodged the attack like a leaf in autumn wind, then, following the momentum, my hand suddenly seized the man's calf like an iron clamp.
With a push of my accumulated internal energy, the man, propelled by the combined force of my own strength and the force I applied, slammed uncontrollably into the wall.
"Bang!"
A deafening crash, rubble flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the man was almost half-embedded in the wall, trembling, bleeding, and groaning. Perhaps due to shoddy construction, dust quickly spread, so I simply closed my eyes.
As for the dust and rubble, there was no need to worry. Having already channeled my energy to the surface of my body—a master of neutralizing force—I was completely unaffected, untouched by even a downpour, all thanks to the force of "rebound."
The flying stones and dust scattered across my body like water on the surface of a hot oil pan, boiling and scattering, yet leaving not a single mark. On the contrary, the other two who rushed towards me were covered in dust and covered in red welts from the stones.
Even as the ashes swirled around them, their eyes were blurred, and they spun and kicked like headless flies in the gray haze…