Amidst the scattered clothes, Zhao Ziran's exquisite and supple body trembled slightly. Her slender waist arched at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and even with her red lips tightly pressed together, a moan involuntarily escaped from between them.
Suddenly, Simon grinned, catching her off guard, and abruptly bit down on her nipple, which was as smooth and sticky as cream, as tender as a berry!
"Ah...!"
Zhao Ziran froze, her slender waist trembling as she arched like a bridge, and a high-pitched, delicate moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
And whether it was an illusion or not, Simon felt a slippery wetness between the two delicate labia where his glans was pressed. He deliberately rubbed it, and the labia seemed to have been coated with oil, becoming slippery.
As he continued to suckle and nibble at the incredibly tender nipple, the wetness intensified. With each slid of his glistening glans up and down, a soft, oily sound, impossible to ignore, escaped between her thick, tender labia.
The areas where his glans pressed were sticky, moist, and tender. His glans, held between her labia, felt as if it were being sucked by a sticky little mouth, completely devoid of any dryness.
At this point, Simon suddenly realized that this woman was probably not a "stone woman" at all.
In fact, her body was incredibly delicate and sensitive, far more so than the average person.
However, what was terrifying about this woman was that she could suppress her body's instincts to a certain extent with her conscious will!
He almost mistakenly thought she was a "stone woman" with an asexual constitution!
Believing he had grasped the key point, Simon didn't become even angrier; instead, he felt a surge of joy. Now, he could torment Zhao Ziran to his heart's content.
Because if this was the case, she wouldn't be the same woman she had been before. Even in his hands, trapped in a desperate situation, she had acted like a mistress treating a stray dog—calm and unpredictable.
A "capable" woman—he had too many ways to make her obedient!
Simon sucked on the tender, pink nipple in his mouth, wanting to see Zhao Ziran's terrified expression. But to his surprise, although the woman's face had flushed slightly, she still kept her lips pursed, looking at him with a hint of pity.
Simon found it utterly amusing. Even now, she was still putting on an act. The so-called genius girl of China was nothing special.
He grasped her full, jade-like breasts and kneaded them wantonly. The tender, pink nipples, like unmelting cream, rolled around in his hands, the touch exceptionally exquisite.
Zhao Ziran trembled all over, clenching her teeth, yet unable to suppress her exquisite moans.
"Mmm...mmm~ Ah, mmm~"
Simon's arms passed under Zhao Ziran's knees, spreading her incredibly long thighs as wide as possible. Her legs pressed against her body, her peach-like buttocks even lifting off the ground, her plump lower body completely exposed.
Her inner thighs swelled, rising high like steamed buns, her two smooth, moist labia majora plump and parted, both the two cherry-pink labia inside and the swollen, slippery labia majora glistening with a sticky sheen, as if coated with oil.
Near the vaginal opening, down to the pale, moist bud, everything glistened with moisture…
"What else do you want to say?"
Simon regained his composure, his thick, swollen penis gently pressing against her labia. He only wanted to hear Zhao Ziran's pleas, but no matter what she said, he would thrust in without hesitation.
Zhao Ziran blushed, breathing slightly, but a mocking smile appeared on her face as she looked at him. "I had originally planned to use my first time, which I was supposed to give to Xiaodong, to buy more time if there wasn't enough," she said.
"However, you're still too stupid," Zhao Ziran sighed, shaking her head.
"I can see right through you."
"So, you have no chance."
"What…" Simon's face darkened, a chill running through him. He found it utterly absurd. He had driven Zhao Ziran to this point; how could a woman whose labia had been parted by his glans still evoke such a chill in him?
In this position, Zhao Zhiran could easily see the thick, fleshy penis protruding from her slightly parted labia with a simple lift of her head, yet she seemed completely oblivious.
"Do you know where this is?"
Here?
Simon didn't understand what she was talking about. This was just an ordinary beach; he had chased Zhao Zhiran here because she was desperate.
Zhao Zhiran shook her head, her cherry lips parting slightly as she said, "I came here because it faces the East Sea."
"And I am here, waiting for the Dragon King."
The Dragon King?
Simon felt a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't recall where he had heard the name before. Now, with such a beautiful woman practically right beside him, he didn't want to waste any more time thinking.
Because no one could stop him from having sex with Zhao Zhiran today, especially since she had revealed that she was still a virgin, having just taken the virginity of the High Priestess Inari the night before, and now Zhao Zhiran's virginity was a precedent.
Simon should have been incredibly excited, but for some reason, a strange chill crept up his back.
His penis was already pressed against the lower part of the honeyed crevice, at the socket where he could faintly feel the suction force, yet he hesitated for a moment, wasting a little time.
Suddenly, Simon felt an inexplicable pressure coming from the direction of the sea. He turned his head and saw a man with strange horns faintly visible on his head walking across the sea about a hundred meters away.
The seemingly long distance was covered in a single breath as he stepped onto the beach.
Only then did Simon fully realize that this was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, dressed casually, wearing cloth shoes, and despite crossing the sea, the soles of his shoes were completely dry.
Seeing him, Simon immediately abandoned the delicious meat that was about to be devoured, and with a whoosh, he spread his wings from his back, intending to escape into the sky!
Simon finally remembered who the "Dragon King" was.
That was the only strategic-level superhuman in China, besides its top-ranking personal guard, who never deployed.
That was a superhuman beyond compare.
Because it wasn't human.
It was an orca, capable of transforming into a human, virtually invincible in the sea, hence its title "Dragon King."
However, it never interfered in human conflicts.
Even its allegiance to China was for unknown reasons, seemingly a promise to protect the coastal creatures.
Why was Zhao Ziran able to wait for it?
Or rather, why did it respond to Zhao Ziran?
For a moment, Simon was utterly perplexed, but then he suddenly felt immense regret, because he finally realized why Zhao Ziran was only wearing a thin silk nightgown under her white coat, without a bra or underwear—it wasn't out of panic during her escape.
She was even wearing more elaborate stockings properly; how ridiculous that he had been so arrogant as to assume she wasn't wearing underwear because she was running away? So this woman was waiting here, her provocative gazes and words, the allure of her naked body, even her virginity—all were merely stalling tactics, bargaining chips to await the Dragon King's arrival!
And he had easily fallen for her trap, not only finding himself in danger as she wished, but also failing to take the bait of her virginity…
But give me a little more time!
As crisis loomed, this was what Simon thought. He had been utterly defeated by this woman named Zhao Ziran.
But now there was still a chance. He would definitely make a comeback, and next time he would never fail!