In terms of pure strength, Tang Lanyan's streamlined muscles, hidden beneath her snow-white skin, possessed undeniable explosive power.
Not only were they in no way inferior to the black man's strong, bulging muscles, resembling those of a gorilla, but they might even surpass them. However, days of hunger and thirst had reduced her stamina to less than thirty percent.
Even so, thanks to her superb power-generating technique, the black man couldn't gain the upper hand.
However, due to the attack she had just unleashed with her near-diamond-like body, her internal energy was disordered. Not only had her stamina not recovered, but her steel body hadn't fully healed either. The black man's strength had temporarily surpassed hers.
But hearing the black man's sinister laugh, the unwavering resolve of Tang Lanyan's slightly flushed face, like that of an Amazon warrior, remained largely unchanged, let alone the fear and panic the black man had anticipated.
Tang Lanyan's struggles weren't in vain; instead, she stared intently at the black man, sending chills down his spine. Her breasts rose and fell gently and powerfully, the two mounds even lifting the heavy body of the black man slightly.
James, also an enhanced superhuman, could keenly sense that the exquisite body he was pressing beneath him was slowly, gradually becoming stronger. Even the natural contractions of her muscles made him increasingly unable to suppress her.
The black man was terrified, a primal fear flashing in his eyes. He felt as if he were pressing down on a sleeping beast; even if he succeeded for now, he knew that once his opponent awoke, she would tear him to pieces.
This feeling was so intense, like a countdown, growing stronger with each rapid heartbeat beneath him.
He gritted his teeth, refusing to utter another word, and quickly activated the special power-generating organ within him—a organ he had recently implanted and was not yet fully functional.
Instantly, a tingling, numb sensation spread, like snakes crawling and ants crawling. Tang Lanyan's expression changed slightly. As the current intensified, even arcs of electricity leaped from the black man's skin. The current caused her brows to furrow more and more, especially her breasts, which were pressed against his skin, becoming abnormally swollen and numb from the electric shock. Amidst this tingling sensation, her delicate nipples were particularly sensitive and itchy, as if being constantly bitten by snakes.
Finally, Tang Lanyan's brows furrowed, and she opened them, letting out a soft, trembling moan.
The black man's fear turned to excitement. His previously limp, swollen penis, like a coiled dragon awakening, gradually grew larger between their skin. Unlike the rest of her skin, Tang Lanyan's lower abdomen was smooth and flat, like creamy milk, but inside remained strong, resilient muscles.
Only the tender mounds between her legs, like her breasts, could never be hardened, no matter how much she tried. They were soft and delicate, incredibly tender to the touch, as if any softer and they would melt into milky cream.
The black man twisted his waist, rubbing his penis against Tang Lanyan's lower abdomen. Even though the skin on her waist was thin and resilient, lacking the softness one would expect from fleshy meat, it was incredibly smooth and slippery, like flowing milk. His strong, energetic body and elastic waistline "kneaded" his penis, giving James the feeling of being clamped by thin steel, yet it was so supple and silky.
This alone gave the "battle-hardened" black man an urgent urge to release.
The black man breathed heavily, his nostrils carrying not only the scent of earth but also a faint, delicate fragrance like orchids, cold and clear, like a starry night sky.
Especially the warm, moist, and alluring breath from her delicate nose, so close to his own, made the black man unable to resist any longer. He tried to take advantage of the situation, slowly twisting his body, attempting to raise his hips so that his penis, not much smaller than a donkey's, could escape the restraints between their bellies and reach its proper place.
However, they were currently locked in a struggle. Even with his current advantage, he couldn't completely control the War Queen's lithe body.
In fact, the strength they were maintaining was so great that even if they were holding a steel rod instead, it would be deformed beyond recognition.
Those slender yet incredibly powerful white legs prevented James from lifting his hips, leaving his penis stuck between the black and white flesh.
The black man gritted his teeth, but dared not change the current situation, because even a moment's lapse in attention would allow the War Queen to seize the opportunity and completely reverse the situation.
So he could only continue increasing the current. A series of faint crackling sounds rang out as arcs of electricity danced and flowed across the snow-white, dark body. Even the surrounding earth seemed to dry and blacken imperceptibly, as if struck by lightning.
James felt the hairs on his body stand on end, his skin tingling and itching; the power was almost at its limit.
Tang Lanyan's cheeks flushed a sunset-like rosy hue. Her beautiful eyes closed, her rosy lips slightly parted, her snow-white neck tilted back, and she uttered no sound except for her increasingly rapid breathing.
Meanwhile, the heaving of her full, elastic breasts grew weaker, her vise-like legs loosened slightly, and her entire agile, powerful body seemed to be gradually weakening.
The black man's heart raced with an unusual intensity. The War Queen seemed to have been subdued by him. He could hardly believe it, yet he couldn't doubt it. After all, two nations had used every dirty trick in the book, and he had unleashed his final trump card—breasts pressed together, limbs entangled—how could even the most tenacious War Queen possibly turn the tide?
The more he thought about it, the more itching he became, further solidifying his judgment. He tentatively lifted his hips slightly; her legs, though still tightly gripping him, noticeably lessened their pressure.
However, he was still uneasy. He increased the electric current, causing a throbbing pain in the artificial organ within his abdomen. The current arc thickened, and the War Queen visibly trembled, her body suddenly tightening around him before gradually relaxing. He felt her body was softer and warmer than before.
As a fellow Enhancement user, James knew this was a sign that she could no longer maintain her steel body.
The Enhancement System doesn't directly transform the body into "steel." Rather, under the influence of extraordinary power, the body undergoes a wondrous enhancement, with increased resilience, strength, and density.
The body won't become an "iron man" or "stone man." Strength is difficult to measure, but resilience is extremely tangible. For an Enhancement System Lv4 with a steel body, it's as natural as drinking water or breathing. If this cannot be maintained, there's likely a problem with the body.
Clearly, under the powerful electric current, the War Queen is finally no longer a threat!
James was overjoyed, feeling that this happiness had come too suddenly. He stared intently at the War Queen's red lips, tentatively leaning down and pecking at her full lips.
"Smack."
Her bright eyes, like stars, did not stop him in the slightest.
Having exhausted all other options, the black man, without hesitation, took a deep breath and sucked on Tang Lanyan's tender, red lips. Her lips, soft and sticky like unmelting jelly, resembled Tang Lanyan's usual image. After a few moments of sucking, his lust intensified, and he boldly extended his tongue.
His thick tongue, still carrying the smell of blood, parted her red lips and met her smooth, fragrant tongue. Unlike the delicate, watery feeling, the saliva in the War Queen's mouth was extremely sparse, like a rare, thick honey—thick and sweet, yet barely noticeable.
James was completely lost in the kiss. The mere fact of kissing the War Queen, as dangerous as a female leopard, sent shivers of excitement through him, a feeling of snakes crawling down his spine.
"Sizzle~"
He pressed his lips together, his tongue swirling and churning against her smooth, fragrant tongue. The War Queen's cold gaze was close, as icy and piercing as a harsh winter, while her small mouth was warm and soothing like spring, glistening with slippery, sweet saliva.
Suddenly, her smooth, creamy tongue ceased its passive churning and began to move on its own, wriggling against the larger tongue. The small space in her mouth, thick with saliva, made the sizzling sounds of their churning exceptionally clear.
Gradually, he felt the War Queen's full, firm breasts begin to rise and fall rapidly again, but this no longer filled him with any sense of danger. The War Queen was tilting her head back, not only offering her fragrant lips but also actively entwining and sucking them.