Zhao Ziran hugged her jade-like legs tightly, her two round, white, full, and perky breasts pressed together with her fragrant knees, swollen and overflowing. Her rosy nipples, recently fondled and teased, adorned her snow-white peaks.
Seeing Luo Ming appear, she merely glanced at him calmly. Though the blush on her pretty face hadn't faded and a hint of pain was faintly visible, she didn't seem to disregard his presence.
Seeing this scene, Luo Ming's initial excitement vanished considerably. Zhao Ziran showed none of the despair, timidity, or panic he had imagined. Although she was curled up with her legs crossed, semen flowing between her white jade-like buttocks, staining her stockings, a disheveled sight...
This was the most pathetic state Luo Ming had ever seen Zhao Ziran in, yet he still wasn't satisfied.
Having fallen to this state, shouldn't she be trembling with fear, crying and begging for mercy, even actively groveling and pleading?
Why was he still so calm?
Luo Ming had waited far too long for this day. As fellow researchers, he hadn't just met Zhao Ziran now.
Luo Ming and Ziran had known each other for quite some time, back when he was still hailed as a rising star of the Luo family, a true genius.
Yes, from the very beginning, relying on his family's influence, he produced a string of achievements, receiving flattery and adulation wherever he went. Even Luo Ming himself almost believed he was truly unmatched.
—She appeared.
Then, Zhao Ziran was a young girl, wearing an ill-fitting white lab coat, revealing slender, elfin legs. Her small, white feet, like frost, adorned her in wedge sandals, her delicate pink toenails flawless, resembling tiny, round flower petals.
Her long, black, glossy hair was tied in a thick ponytail. Her face was unmade-up, yet she possessed a pure and radiant beauty, like a lotus emerging from water.
She was like a beautiful young girl who had secretly run away from home, but her appearance was at an unprecedented scientific event… and she was the absolute protagonist.
Because this girl, not yet fifteen years old, had solved a technological barrier that stood before humanity like an insurmountable mountain: the realization of controlled nuclear fusion.
Her appearance was supposed to be to receive an award, but upon receiving the grand prize, she showed no excitement whatsoever. She simply pocketed the award, a prize that countless experts present could only dream of, without even giving an acceptance speech, and left, causing a stir.
It seemed that this achievement, unimaginable to ordinary people, was merely a cup of bland tea to her.
From then on, Zhao Ziran never appeared publicly at any award ceremonies again, the reason for which remained unknown.
Therefore, many scientific awards had to be postponed later, simply because the protagonist never showed up…
From that moment on, Luo Ming knew clearly that neither the halo of genius nor the attention of the crowd would remain on him anymore. Although he was the heir to a powerful conglomerate, a top scientist, and even later awakened to superhuman abilities, surpassing countless others in both family background and talent, he wasn't even qualified to be a supporting character to Zhao Zhiran.
Zhao Zhiran was like an insurmountable mountain; every research achievement he was proud of felt shameful even mentioning it in front of her… Their only collaboration was to present Zhao Zhiran with a difficult problem.
He threw his most challenging research topic, one he had almost no clue about, at Zhao Zhiran.
However, after reviewing the materials, and in the short time it took to go to the restroom, Zhao Zhiran had thoroughly grasped his topic.
He could picture the girl sitting on the toilet, urine splattering like pearls between her thighs, her head propped up by her other hand, listlessly pondering the problem that had been troubling him. Perhaps her labia weren't even completely dry yet, and she had already solved the problem that had been driving him to the brink of obsession…
The stark contrast before him gnawed at his heart with jealousy. Far from admiring Zhao Zhiran, he felt intense humiliation and anger, which transformed into overwhelming hatred and intense desire for her.
He dreamed of pinning Zhao Zhiran down beneath him. He had waited far too long for this day.
With this expectation, even in Zhao Zhiran's current disheveled state, he remained unsatisfied.
He wanted to see Zhao Zhiran in an even more miserable and wretched state. He wanted to shatter all her aura, to confine her divine wisdom to nothing more than figuring out how to grip a penis to please a man!
Luo Shaoheng watched his son's expression with great interest. He, as the father, was perfectly aware of Luo Ming's thoughts. He had brought Luo Ming here to ignite the pent-up frustration that Zhao Zhiran had suppressed for so many years.
Even if he had finally seized this opportunity, he couldn't keep Zhao Zhiran under control for too long.
After all, Zhao Zhiran's status was undeniable; if things dragged on, the government would have to intervene.
Therefore, he needed to thoroughly subdue and conquer Zhao Zhiran in a short period.
He would use any means necessary… Once he controlled Zhao Zhiran, then… A glint of ambition flashed in Luo Shaoheng's eyes; he wasn't willing to be second to anyone.
Luo Ming glanced at Zhao Zhiran again, but instead of rushing forward, he clapped his hands.
Another door opened, and Tang Lin emerged, carrying a machine.
Tang Lin also looked at Tang Lanyan on the ground with greedy, longing eyes, then walked towards them with the machine.
Luo Shaoheng's eyes flashed. His son, after abandoning scientific research, still possessed a unique talent for tinkering with things related to controlling people.
Luo Ming's awakened telekinetic abilities were actually quite weak, but perhaps due to his past as a scientist, his telekinetic powers could be manipulated with extreme precision.
They could even reach the cellular level.
Last time, controlling Tang Shuyi, although Tang Lin was an inside man, the greatest credit went to Luo Ming for implanting another set of nerves in Tang Shuyi's neck, rendering the actually quite strong Tang Shuyi powerless to resist.
Even if she wanted to speak to someone, it would be futile; the microchip hidden in her neck would detect keywords, rendering her unable to utter a sound.
If it could be used on Zhao Zhiran…