Simon grasped her fleshy foot and, without hesitation, bit into the delicate sole. He used his teeth, and Zhao Ziran seemed to shudder, her breathing quickening, yet she still didn't utter the sound he wanted to hear.
Simon's hard teeth tore at the stockings, ripping them open from the sole with a sharp tear. He first licked the soft, supple sole with his tongue, then bit into her plump, delicate toes.
Her toes were long and slender, soft and tender; the pain of biting them was unimaginable. Simon bit and licked, nibbling at the grape-like pads of her toes, then delving into the delicate crevices, licking and nibbling.
Zhao Ziran's foot was so soft and tender, plump and boneless. Simon, caught up in the moment, sucked almost half of it into his mouth. It was only because Zhao Ziran's feet were small and long, smooth as lotus petals, that he could have accomplished this.
Simon found Zhao Ziran's jade-like feet exceptionally smooth and tender. Perhaps from a day of playing hide-and-seek, her small feet were glistening with a slippery, fragrant sweat, their scent like a delightful sauce made from fresh flowers and a touch of vinegar.
Simon sipped and sucked, occasionally biting and licking away the alluring flavor. He then moved from her ankles down her thighs, biting and nibbling, his stockings torn along the way, revealing her moist, sticky, snow-white skin.
At the end of her plump, beautiful legs, Simon was astonished to discover that beneath her lace-trimmed nightgown, the full triangle of her vulva was clearly visible. A light tuft of dark hair adorned her snow-white mons pubis, sparse strands of dark hair growing downwards like tassels on either side of her full, moist labia majora.
—She wasn't wearing underwear!
For a moment, even Simon held his breath. He bit down hard on Zhao Zhiran's inner thigh, leaving one tooth mark after another, until he reached her groin, her tender, swollen labia close at hand.
However, Simon discovered a horrifying fact.
Zhao Zhiran's peach-like vulva was completely dry, without a trace of moisture.
He couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Zhiran was truly as unresponsive to his caresses and torment as she appeared. Perhaps, even more so, was Zhao Zhiran a woman without any feeling?
This possibility filled Simon with immense frustration. He couldn't kill Zhao Zhiran; even if she fell into his hands, it would only mean more torture and humiliation. After all, China was still a colossus standing tall in the world, a force not to be trifled with even without the God of War.
Zhao Zhirano was undoubtedly one of China's most prized possessions. Simon wanted to torture her relentlessly, even to the point of altering her personality and raping her beyond recognition. As long as he didn't kill her, China wouldn't pursue a life-or-death struggle with him.
Even if Zhao Zhirano's brilliant mind were truly driven mad, China probably wouldn't really cause him trouble. Interactions between nations and powers are always pragmatic, driven by self-interest rather than sentimentality.
If Zhao Zhirano lost her unparalleled intellect, her value to China would end there.
Even if her status remained extremely noble, as a descendant of the founding aristocracy, it wouldn't change that.
However, if Zhao Zhirano were impotent, the pleasure he derived from raping and retaliating would be negligible, not to mention that it wouldn't be possible to drive her to madness and complete breakdown.
Clinging to a last shred of hope, Simon reached out and used his thumb to pry open Zhao Zhiran's soft, smooth labia majora with a soft "snap."
The tender, rosy labia, like a blooming lotus, were exceptionally pink, trembling and writhing, translucent and alluringly smooth.
However, aside from a slight normal moisture, there was none of the wet, sticky sensation he had expected.
Frustrated and frantic, Simon looked up and saw Zhao Zhiran's clear gaze fixed on him. Her eyes still held pity, but now tinged with mockery and scorn.
Enraged, Simon ripped apart the nightgown that now resembled a scarf wrapped around Zhao Zhiran's waist.
His lust grew, and he grabbed Zhao Zhiran's beautiful legs, spreading her hips completely. He didn't even bother to remove his own pants, tearing them to shreds as he aimed his erect penis at her plump vulva.
Even with a dry vagina, he wanted to torment the woman closest to his enemy first.
Just as his large glans pressed against her full, fleshy labia, which bulged open and pressed against her thighs in a futile last stand,
Simon stared intently at Zhao Zhiran's face. He couldn't believe she could still make such an expression as he was about to penetrate her, even just a slight panic, a change in her pretty face. He could gain a wonderful sense of revenge from that. He would thrust into her fiercely amidst her helpless expression!
But he was utterly disappointed. Even facing the despair of losing her virginity, Zhao Zhiran's expression remained unchanged.
A hint of pity even appeared in her eyes…
For the first time, Simon felt no sense of accomplishment in defiling his enemy's woman. He gritted his teeth in hatred, his eyes once again glancing at Zhao Zhiran's pert breasts.
Both rosy nipples on her jade-like breasts were hidden within the pink areolas, but the small, diamond-shaped opening seemed slightly larger than before.
One nipple, as if shyly peeking out, finally revealed its delicate "true face" to Simon.
It was like a glistening, translucent cardamom bud, almost transparent, smooth and translucent like a silkworm's membrane. Peel away a layer of skin, leaving only a thin layer of oil, and its tenderness would be comparable, truly trembling and fragile enough to break at a touch.
Simon's heart stirred. His penis wedged between the honeyed openings, and he lowered his head, taking the half-exposed, glistening cardamom bud into his mouth.
"Mmm..." Zhao Ziran trembled, and for the first time, a moan escaped her lips.
Simon, his mouth agape, greedily sucked on the alluring nipple, his tongue swirling and stimulating the smooth, tender areola.
He clearly felt Zhao Ziran's body stiffen slightly; her previously steady breathing became rapid and erratic.
Suddenly, something sticky and tender seemed to be sucked out between his teeth, erect like a baby's finger. His tongue moved over it, the texture indescribably soft and supple. The engorged nipple felt soft and smooth with a slight firmness, like a ripe cherry that couldn't be melted or sucked away.
But the nipple in his mouth was incredibly sticky and tender, yet remarkably firm. Rolling around in his mouth, it even had a strange, sweet, musky scent.
It wasn't the so-called "milk fragrance," but rather a natural, viscous aroma emanating from within, incredibly alluring and sensual.
"Mmm..."