The shoulder straps had slipped loosely onto her snow-white arms, her areolas half-exposed, almost naked.
The glass of wine was resting on Zhao Ziran's rounded buttocks as she reclined, her small hand supporting it, occasionally bringing it to her lips for a light sip. A faint blush quickly appeared on her cheeks, as delicate as cherry blossoms.
The languid, reclining beauty of her figure was irresistible to almost any man.
However, her cool and alluring clothing wasn't meant to seduce anyone. Ever since Simon had played with her nipples, they had blossomed like flower buds in spring, as if remembering the taste of opening, occasionally swelling and becoming engorged with blood.
While not yet fully erect and protruding from the areolas, they were exceptionally sensitive.
Zhao Ziran was thoroughly annoyed. She was incredibly focused when doing research; the title of "China's Talented Woman" wasn't solely based on her brilliant mind.
No one knew how much sweat and effort she had poured into it.
So she simply put on a silky, sheer dress, even more daring than a nightgown—the kind of attire typically reserved for intimate moments, hence its bold and alluring appearance…
She had originally planned to change out, but she'd gotten used to wearing it these past few days, so she decided to keep it on… After all, she had her white lab coat over it, and it seemed she could even give Xiao Dong a "surprise."
Thinking of this, a charming, expectant smile appeared on Zhao Ziran's pretty face. Her cheeks, already slightly flushed with the effects of the alcohol, rose even more flushed.
"Xiao Dong, what will you think?"
Recalling the embarrassed expression on his face when she asked him to buy her underwear and learned her measurements, Zhao Ziran's smile deepened.
Moreover, her measurements had changed somewhat since then, but she hoped… this time, he would measure her himself.
The blissful moments of romance were always fleeting.
About half an hour after takeoff, Zhao Ziran suddenly heard faint movements and sounds coming from inside a door.
Her first thought was, could someone be there?
However, she quickly dismissed the thought, because Tang Shuyi had entered the cabin before her. Even if she didn't see her in the lounge, she must be somewhere on the plane.
Besides, the pilots were isolated in the cockpit; the only one making noise could be Tang Shuyi.
"Tap, tap…"
But soon, Zhao Ziran became suspicious, because the footsteps seemed somewhat noisy…
The next moment, the door was flung open.
The room was dark, with no lights on. She could only vaguely see a snow-white body lying prone, buttocks raised, breasts swaying.
Then, the figure slowly crawled out from inside, using all four limbs.
It was Tang Shuyi. Her voluptuous body was completely naked, a thin dog leash around her long neck, and a fluffy tail curled between her buttocks.
But her position was wrong; she had clearly entered the anus.
Before the figure behind her appeared, Zhao Zhiran pursed her cherry lips, her eyes cold and unsettling.
And after the figure appeared in the darkness, she lowered her thick eyelashes, her intelligence revealing everything.
"Hehe, talented woman, we meet again."
Luo Shaoheng's gaze, filled with interest and greed, lingered on Zhao Zhiran's curvaceous, semi-naked body. Even though he had already witnessed everything through the installed cameras, the perfect shock of seeing it with his own eyes still ignited his lust, making his lower body hot and restless.
Zhao Zhiran remained silent, maintaining her composure even in this predicament.
She gently set down her wine glass, stretched out her snow-white arms, interlaced her fingers, and then gracefully rose, walking towards Luo Shaoheng.
"Did you arrange all of this?" Zhao Zhiran asked softly.
Luo Shaoheng slightly withdrew his gaze from Zhao Zhiran's ample bosom. He naturally knew what she was smelling. He felt a surge of pride and self-satisfaction at having so easily driven Zhao Zhiran to this desperate situation.
He readily admitted it…
To further humiliate Zhao Zhiran, he briefly recounted what had happened since their departure, his greedy gaze constantly roaming over her alluring body.
However, Zhao Zhiran's eyes flickered with a strange light. From Luo Shaoheng's reply, she hadn't gleaned anything truly valuable.
If Luo Shaoheng's actions were truly as he claimed, she would have already detected them and wouldn't be able to continue acting so brazenly under her nose.
However, there are no "ifs" in life.
Regardless of the truth, Luo Shaoheng had set this trap and appeared before her. Having used her last resort, she had no other options.
Zhao Ziran's eyes flickered. She raised her small hand and gently removed the incredibly thin silk ribbon from the nape of her neck, pulling it down her slender arm.
A bouncy, beautiful breast emerged, its pointed tip swaying heavily, its snow-white flesh alluringly undulating. A cherry-pink areola half-covered a small, delicate nipple, soft and tempting.
Seeing Luo Shaoheng's gaze naturally drawn to her breasts, Zhao Zhiran suddenly gritted her teeth, a strange blush rising on her pretty face. Her beautiful legs trembled slightly, muscles tensing, the curves of her breasts revealing alluring lines beneath her snow-white skin. She suddenly approached Luo Shaoheng with incredible speed.
Then, her legs abruptly stopped, one long, alluring leg in stockings rising above her shoulder, the stiletto heel of her high heel sweeping down towards Luo Shaoheng's face.
The fragrant breeze was captivating, but it brought with it a deadly danger.
But the next moment, with a "smack," the long, beautiful leg didn't land on Luo Shaoheng's head; instead, he firmly grasped Zhao Zhiran's slender, shapely ankle in his hand.
Her jade-like legs were lifted, and Zhao Ziran, losing her balance, fell backward. Although her large breasts jiggled and she bounced like a rabbit, the fall wasn't too hard. Firstly, her legs were still being held, and secondly, the floor was covered by a thick wool carpet with a wooden floor underneath.
Therefore, although Zhao Ziran's vision blurred and she seemed to see stars, she was unharmed. However, what made her most desperate wasn't that her legs were being held… but that her back hand hadn't worked.
Hidden in the soles of her high heels were miniature hallucinogenic robots, which could be released by curling her toes. Direct contact wasn't necessary; simply entering the respiratory tract with airflow would induce hallucinations and unconsciousness.
She had released the hallucinogenic robots the moment Luo Shaoheng appeared… but it had no effect whatsoever. Even deliberately lifting her leg to sprinkle the fine powder of the hallucinogenic robots onto Luo Shaoheng's nose had no effect.
This should have been a powerful robot, capable of inducing hallucinations in enhanced, dangerous-level superhumans, and even those of other types, down to LV.4.
But now it had served no purpose whatsoever. So… all she could rely on was her strength, not much stronger than that of an ordinary housewife…
Luo Shaoheng seemed completely unaware of all this. Frankly, he was still very cautious about Zhao Zhiran. Even though she was already in his hands, he had observed her from another room for a full half hour, finding no threat whatsoever, only witnessing a burning lust within him.
That's why he brought out the "little bitch," intending to shock Zhao Zhiran and then take her down.
He was still wary of Zhao Zhiran's backup plan. He knew that even if a woman like her seemed powerless, she was not to be underestimated.
Simon's fate was a cautionary tale.
However, when Zhao Zhiran made her move, to be honest, he was somewhat disappointed. The great talent of China's last resort was merely self-defense with her fists and feet?
Moreover, the force of his attack was weak; while not exactly flashy, it wasn't far off.
However, that disappointment was only fleeting. He was even more excited about having won Zhao Ziran over. Just how alluring was this body he had long coveted?
Since Simon hadn't tasted it, he would taste it for him!