Under this inexplicable feeling, I subconsciously nodded, agreeing to Yu Tang's request.
"Kiss me."
"What..." I hurriedly shook my head. I would agree to any other condition, except... I didn't want to reconcile with Xue Tang at this crucial moment...
Yu Tang looked up at me, repeating, "Kiss me."
Seeing the somewhat resolute look in Yu Tang's eyes, I finally softened. I sighed softly and took the initiative to kiss Yu Tang's two cherry-red, moist, and alluring lips. The girl let out a soft moan, cupping my head in her arms, and in an instant, our lips were locked together in a passionate embrace.
Although Yu Tang's pink lips were incredibly soft and had a wonderful feel, I couldn't fully reciprocate due to my doubts. Yu Tang let out a dissatisfied groan, then suddenly offered her soft, smooth pink tongue, lightly touching the tip of my tongue. Then, as if enticing me, it slid and swirled, gradually making a "sizzling" sound.
The subtle sweetness of her saliva and the warm fragrance of her breath gradually drew me in. My tongue couldn't resist curling up to meet hers, and after a few brief intertwines, her smooth, tender tongue, like a shy little rabbit, gently pushed away. My tongue followed, then began a series of smooth, swirling sucks.
Her fragrant tongue retreated a little more, and I chased after it again, until finally, without realizing it, my tongue was inside Yu Tang's mouth, entwined between her delicate, peach-like cheeks. Our saliva, sweet as honey, grew increasingly intoxicating…
What I had initially intended as a light kiss on Yu Tang's lips ended up being a naked, intertwined kiss with hers for nearly ten minutes.
When our lips parted, saliva clung to each other, and we breathed heavily. Two blushes rose on Yu Tang's smooth, jade-like cheeks, making her exceptionally alluring.
Suddenly, I felt a slight dampness on my waist and hips. Looking down, I saw a dark, damp patch spreading between Yu Tang's snowy mounds and the crotch of her legs, carrying a faint, musky fragrance…
In an instant, my lower body throbbed with desire, and I felt utterly embarrassed. I gently pushed Yu Tang away and fled into the room, leaving only her watchful gaze behind me.
…
That night, Shen City resembled an inverted sea of stars, yet it shone even brighter than the Milky Way.
However, even in a sea of stars, there were dark corners. This was a small airport belonging to the Luo family. Signal lights flashed in the sky as a private plane from Shiki Island slowly landed.
Luo Shaoheng, the head of the Luo family, waited beside the runway with a few trusted confidants.
With a soft hiss, the hatch slowly opened, and a man in a sharp Western-style suit, with black hair and features resembling an Italian, stepped out. His eyes were downcast, and his face held an air of superiority.
Behind this man, a stunning figure in cherry blossom green gracefully emerged.
With a soft "tap, tap," a pair of snow-white feet appeared beneath a skirt embroidered with cherry blossoms, clad in black wooden clogs. The calves were slender, the ankles tapering, delicate and exquisite. The toes, like jade beads, were slightly curled, the toenails translucent and pink, like cherry blossoms fallen directly onto pearls—indescribably alluring and adorable.
She wore an extravagantly luxurious and vibrant pink kimono with cherry blossom patterns. The sash was adorned with tassels, and the sleeves were exceptionally long and wide, requiring her elbows to be constantly placed above her waist, otherwise the cuffs would drag on the ground.
The most striking difference between this kimono and ordinary kimonos lay in the area around her shoulders. From the top of her firm, snow-white breasts, the area was almost entirely bare, revealing her fair, jade-like skin, her partially exposed, rounded breasts, and the deep, snow-white cleavage—all extremely eye-catching.
Above her head, her thick, jet-black hair was styled into an intricate bun, adorned with a cherry blossom that looked as if it had just been plucked from a tree, blooming exceptionally brightly. This perfectly complemented her stunningly beautiful face, making her appear alluring and incomparably gorgeous.
Seeing the two people emerge, a strange glint flashed in Luo Shaoheng, the head of the Luo family. He stepped forward and said, "Mr. Simon, Ms. Yoshihara…we meet again."
If the National Security Bureau were present, they would be extremely surprised, because the leader of the two who disembarked from the plane was named Simon, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride, a strategic-level superhuman.
The woman behind him was none other than Yoshihara Tsubaki, a strategic-level superhuman from Shikishima, known as the Sakura Queen.
These two had been defeated and severely injured by a strategic-level superhuman codenamed "Martial God" in Shanghai four years ago, and had virtually disappeared since. Unexpectedly, they had now returned to Shanghai…
Simon looked at the head of the Luo family, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Four years ago, I really owe you a debt of gratitude; otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to leave."
The Sakura Queen nodded, covering her mouth and smiling, "I also owe you a debt of gratitude for your care back then…" She spoke fluent Mandarin with a distinct northern accent.
Shikishima was originally called Japan, and was listed as a country not to be conquered by the Ming Dynasty's founding emperor. However, during the reign of the Yongle Emperor, the emperor usurped power, which was known to the Yongle Emperor. He then ordered Zheng He to lead a fleet to land on Japan, conquer it, abolish the usurper emperor, abolish the national system, change the country's name to Shikishima, and appoint the Shogun as King of Shikishima. From then on, the upper echelons of Shiki Island revered Chinese characters, and over the centuries, this influence gradually permeated the lower classes, leading to Chinese and Shiki language becoming jointly recognized as official languages of Shiki Island.
Luo Shaoheng smiled and responded a few times, then extended his hand to shake hands with Simon. Unexpectedly, Simon only touched him with the fingertips of his white-gloved hand. A flicker of anger flashed in Luo Shaoheng's eyes, but he concealed it well, continuing to lead the way with a smile.
"We came here this time because we heard that the Martial God has reappeared in Shen City. Two years ago, the Martial God was apparently seriously injured in the Strait. We wonder what his strength is now," Simon suddenly said.
Luo Shaoheng's eyes flickered. Connecting this to the strange behavior of Xu Pengxuan's men these past few days, and the information he had gathered, he immediately understood the reason why these two strategic figures had come together.
Four years ago, three of the Seven Deadly Sins—Charles of Lust, Simon of Pride, and Guxin of Greed—along with Choi Won-hyun, the city guardian from South Korea, and Yoshihara Tsubaki, the cherry blossom queen of Shikishima—a total of five strategic-level superhumans, practically turned Shen City into a no-go zone for Chinese superhumans.
But then, a previously unknown Chinese superhuman, "Star," suddenly appeared. Lust was killed, Simon, Guxin, and Yoshihara Tsubaki were seriously injured, and only Choi Won-hyun was spared by "Star."
"Star's" formidable combat power inevitably brought to mind the world's first strategic-level superhuman who appeared more than a decade earlier.
Compared to the later strategic-level superhumans who possessed various flaws and remained ultimately within the realm of "humanity," he was more like a flawless god, also known as the perfect strategic-level superhuman.
Although "Star" seems somewhat immature, he undoubtedly possesses similar characteristics. After defeating four out of five strategic-level fighters working together in a single battle, he was dubbed the "God of War," signifying transcendence of humanity and nearing the forbidden realm.
Two years ago, during the second Taiwan Strait conflict, Star was ambushed by a superhuman from Taiwan while confronting several strategic-level fighters. He was severely injured, and rumors circulated that he was dead, while others said he was in a vegetative state…
Regardless, the appearance of someone resembling "Star" always attracts considerable attention.
Luo Shaoheng chuckled and said, "I've heard about this, but judging from the events, this person may not be the God of War."
After all, the photos taken on the street show a significant difference between this person and Star in features and even appearance. Furthermore, although their martial arts style and internal energy attributes are somewhat similar, this person is essentially a low-level version of the God of War. It's more accurate to say that this is a disciple of the God of War than the actual "Star."
Simon nodded in agreement. True Qi, like martial arts, has a certain degree of inheritance. He also guessed it might be a disciple of the God of War. After all, the God of War's injuries were so severe—his abdomen was pierced, and his true Qi was almost completely destroyed. Even if he miraculously survived, he couldn't possibly reappear to hinder them.
But even if he was just a disciple of the God of War, he had to be nipped in the bud. Recalling that near-death moment four years ago, the uncontrollable trembling and the warm dampness in his crotch, a deep, intense hatred flashed in his eyes.
Unseen by Simon, a strange look flickered in Yoshihara Tsubaki's bright, clear eyes. It seemed to be—worry.