"Brother…"
As we parted, Yu Tang's snow-white arms wrapped around my neck, her soft breasts pressed against mine, her breath sweet as orchids.
"Do you still see me as a little girl?"
The memories of last night were gradually resurfacing in my mind like fragments. Although I couldn't piece them together completely, I remembered the scene of Yu Tang riding on me like a little snow leopard, her body bouncing and swaying.
Those jade-like breasts pressed against my chest now, that stunning swaying motion back then—I'll probably never forget it for the rest of my life.
Just as I asked myself, these two sisters, whichever one… I can no longer let go.
But to immediately treat Yu Tang as my girlfriend, my lover…
is incredibly difficult. After all, I've always treated Yu Tang as a younger sister for so many years, and I really can't naturally reach out to her sensitive areas.
"Brother, don't speak…"
Yu Tang revealed a sly expression, tilting her snow-white neck upwards, and said, "I don't know you're in a difficult position right now, but if you continue to treat me like a little girl… then don't kiss me."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed, and those dewy red lips almost stole my soul. How could I lie to myself?
Then, our lips lightly touched, and then parted as if electrocuted.
…
Watching my brother, no, my lover's departing figure, Yu Tang's pretty face was flushed, her cheeks burning. She stood there, stunned, holding her red lips, as if wanting to keep that fleeting kiss forever.
After parting from Yu Tang, I returned alone to my riverside residence. By then, I had realized the extraordinary nature of the residence that Sister Zhi Ran had prepared for me. It wasn't particularly luxurious, but rather hidden in a narrow gap within a residential area, with several routes leading to and from it, each conveniently located in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras. It was astonishing. This reminded me of Zhi Ran's methods—always so ingenious and meticulous, her intelligence unparalleled. Perhaps only Zhuge Liang of ancient times could barely compare to her?
With the same intelligence, coupled with her absolute memory, it seemed to me that Zhi Ran's role far surpassed that of some strategic-level superhumans.
"Zhi Ran must have foreseen this situation and left me something useful."
Now, I no longer intend to use normal procedures to deal with Xu Pengxuan. Judging from yesterday's events, his influence was far more deeply entrenched than I had imagined, and there were even traces of superhumans...
This was practically a small-scale war among superhumans!
Back home, I carefully searched every corner, finally finding the key under the bed in the bedroom.
"The password?"
Looking at the exposed combination lock, I couldn't help but scratch my head. But after all, it was my Zhi Ran; she wouldn't make things difficult for me... So, it must be something we both knew.
First, I entered Zhi Ran's birthday, error…
Then I entered Lan Yan's birthday, still an error. Luckily, this combination lock seemed to have no limit on the number of attempts, so I could try them one by one, but after more than ten tries, it still didn't work.
I was a little frustrated, and started thinking carefully again. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind…
I remembered something that both Zhi Ran and I knew…
But, probably, maybe, it was unlikely she would use it as a password?
But regardless, I had to try.
So, I slowly entered a set of numbers: "97, 58, 89." As I pressed the keys, Zhi Ran's curvaceous figure and her mischievous smile involuntarily appeared in my mind.
I took a deep breath to suppress that infatuated thought.
"Click!"
A soft mechanical click, and the complex mechanical lock unlocked. I couldn't help but blush. Zhi Ran had actually used her own… as a password.
However, once the machine was fully activated, what was revealed puzzled me. It wasn't something like a gun or equipment, but a small communicator, resembling one worn on the ear, with a cold, metallic sheen and the practical style that Zhi Ran always liked.
"It should have some function..." I reached out and picked it up, examining it for a moment. It looked exactly like something meant to be worn on the ear, so I tentatively put it on.
Instantly, a faint stinging pain shot through my temples!
My mind felt like it was exploding, incredibly swollen and burning. Memories flooded back like a burst dam!
I finally knew... who I was.
…
In the tropical rainforest on the border of the Dai Kingdom.
Lush green trees, decaying matter everywhere, gnarled old vines hanging everywhere, yet no one could tell whether what hung down were vines or venomous snakes.
This is a sweltering, green hell, yet it's home to at least tens of thousands of people. But they aren't settled residents; they are drug traffickers, warlords, and slaves—
The Golden Triangle.
This place lies in the cracks between various forces. Cultivating drugs allows for harvesting several times a year, leading to the rise of numerous militias and warlords.
Meanwhile, in a large camp not far away, unusual smoke billows. Several old armored vehicles have exploded with horn-shaped steel flashes from their sides or fronts, black smoke billowing from inside. However, they don't appear to have been destroyed by artillery shells, because on one of the horn-shaped fragments, there remains a small, inconspicuous finger mark.
Strangely, could it be that armor-piercing bullets shaped like fists still exist in this world?
This was, of course, impossible. The perpetrator was naked in a clear, ankle-deep stream, her body curvaceous, flawlessly white, yet possessing the robust strength of a leopard. Water droplets traced the delicate lines of her waist, highlighting her slender abdomen, and the beautifully contoured hips slid down to the high mound of her pubic mound.
The clear water dampened the lush, curly pubic hair, making it cling to her snow-white flesh. Despite its dense, dark pubic hair, the delicate inverted triangle of black hair did not overshadow the full, creamy white of her pubic mound. Moreover, the two plump labia, nestled between her thighs and a pink slit, were surprisingly sparse, like a ripe, fragrant peach, arousing intense desire.
Her long, moist legs, nearly two-thirds the length of her body, were slender and strong, their muscles undulating like water beneath her snow-white skin. Graceful yet not delicate, firm yet not angular, they created a perfect blend of strength and beauty. Even Michelangelo, resurrected, would be powerless to alter their exquisitely long legs.
Looking at her upper body, her breasts were rounded and firm, the lower edge of her breasts forming a perfect semicircle, full and voluptuous. The upper edges of her breasts, which should have succumbed to gravity and sagged due to their size, were instead supported and curved with fullness by her thin, steel-like skin and the strength of her muscles.
Whether viewed from above or below, her breasts were full and pert, like a pair of flawless, round moons, with a slight upward curve. Her areolas were tiny, pale and smooth, without any warts. The two small, cherry-like nipples were so tender and fresh that they almost seemed out of place with her overall appearance.
"Splash..."
Clear stream water was scooped up from her snow-white ankles and poured over her delicate body, washing away the trace of blood on her cheek.
At that moment, a ray of sunlight pierced through the trees, illuminating her exquisitely sculpted features, making her face seem to glow. If a man with amnesia were present, he would be overjoyed to recognize her as his Amazonian goddess, Lan Yan!
Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps broke the idyllic scene.
Tang Lanyan turned her head and looked sharply. She saw a tall man emerge from the woods and stare at her intently. His indescribably hot gaze kept shifting between her thighs and her breasts, and his gaze was as unpleasant as a slug crawling on her.
Tang Lanyan frowned slightly, but didn't seem to care much. Although none of her original team members had come with her this time, she was already used to openly exposing her nakedness. Even though she didn't like this temporarily assigned teammate, she didn't treat him differently.
Of course, Tang Lanyan wasn't without a concept of shame, but influenced by her personality, she didn't believe there was much difference between men and women. What men could do, women could do too, and perhaps even better…
Men could freely expose their bodies, not caring about others' opinions, and so could women.
For convenience, she always showered and even urinated with the male team members during missions… While the male team members blushed, she remained unfazed.