Even though he had lost his senses, his eyes were still one of the most vulnerable parts of the body. Tang Lin, who was pouncing like a beast, instinctively paused and abruptly turned his head to avoid them.
"Swish!"
A fragrant breeze brushed against Tang Lin's cheek, the heel of his shoe scraping across the skin, leaving a trail of blood. Tang Lin winced in pain, letting out a low growl as he wildly swung his arm towards the slender, jade-like leg. He was lucky; his frantic swing almost caught Jiang Yingji's calf.
Feeling something indescribably smooth slip from his grasp, Tang Lin growled in frustration, his spine and waist suddenly thrusting forward without any leverage. His large hand followed the graceful curve of the slipping calf, swiftly seizing the slender ankle.
However, the Shanghai Queen's calf was like a delicate, supple piece of fat, as smooth and tender as if coated with fine pearl powder. Before he could even get a firm grip, it slipped away unnoticed, sliding all the way to her ankle.
"Swish!"
Tang Lin reached back to grab Jiang Yingji's heel, but still failed. The smooth, powdery texture remained unchanged from ankle to heel; even the transition from her slender ankle to her delicate heel was as smooth as a baby's skin, without any roughness or stickiness.
Naturally, he couldn't hold on. Although he managed to keep the high heel, her smooth, jade-like foot slipped through his fingers like a fish.
Jiang Yingji quickly retreated, her long, slender leg slightly raised due to the loss of a shoe. Fortunately, her balance was excellent, and her psychic powers made her even more agile, allowing her to walk on her bare foot without difficulty.
After creating distance from the "beast," Jiang Yingji removed her left high heel, revealing two delicate, rounded, and beautiful feet. She then stood still, though a blush rose to her face, and she began to breathe softly.
She wasn't skilled in close combat, and even using her psychic powers as internal energy, she couldn't fight like a martial artist. The physical exertion was considerable, and continuing like this might be dangerous.
But when she looked at the "beast," she found him frozen in place, clutching the high heel, a hint of confusion in his eyes. His expression suddenly cleared for a moment, and he glanced at her.
Jiang Yingji's heart skipped a beat; that glance felt strangely familiar.
She almost blurted out her husband's name, but the brief contact made her realize that the man before her was not Li Zhiyu, the husband she had spent every day with.
Sure enough, the confusion in the "beast's" eyes quickly vanished. Although he seemed to have regained some rationality, his gaze towards her became even more wicked and greedy.
Tang Lin remained standing there. The smooth, delicate touch and the subtle fragrance had stirred something within him, causing a momentary blurring of consciousness, but it had temporarily calmed the restlessness within him, restoring some of his senses.
Tang Lin recognized Jiang Yingji, of course, but that didn't mean he would stop. On the contrary, the powerful energy within him gave him unprecedented confidence, and the once unapproachable Queen of Shanghai was now somewhat embarrassed and awkward thanks to him.
Beneath her long, snow-white, plump legs, a pair of bare, jade-like feet rested on the ground, while the high heels she had worn were now held in her hands.
The front of her long dress was torn open, and after the intense movement just now, the tear had widened further.
Two full, trembling breasts, like melons, were almost bursting out of her dress. The soft, rounded flesh parted diagonally in a teardrop shape, the beautiful flesh overflowing, the sides and nipples swollen, as if the original covering had been torn into two strips of cloth, each wrapping one breast.
However, in the midst of the vigorous movement, the breasts rose and fell, swaying and shaking. How could the two torn strips of cloth possibly contain them? Naturally, they parted further, revealing a delicate, silken areola, its rosy tip almost spilling out, and with each breath, the erect nipple appearing and disappearing.
Compared to her normal state, her skin was slightly engorged, perky, rounded at the top and long at the bottom, rosy and translucent, like a delicate cherry blossom bud.
Tang Lin licked his lips, gripping the exquisite high heel, bringing the opening to his nose, inhaling the captivating scent. A faint, warm fragrance lingered where her lotus feet had touched her.
The natural fragrance from her smooth skin seemed to carry a hint of sourness, like nectar crushed on fresh grass—indescribably rich and alluring.
"Damn... can a woman smell this good...?"
Tang Lin had seen countless women and understood the difference between perfume, cosmetics, and natural body odor. He couldn't help but greedily glance at Jiang Yingji. Even the high heels she had worn, carrying a hint of her own body scent, possessed an unusually alluring fragrance. What if he really pinned her down and fucked her freely?
He couldn't resist taking another deep sniff, then stretched out his tongue and licked along the arch of the high heel, licking the hollow of the heel with an unusually lewd motion, as if he were licking not the high heel, but the smooth, delicate sole of the Queen of Shanghai's feet.
His lower body was swollen and red, his large, veiny penis erect, almost bursting open his trousers. Tang Lin casually tore open his ripped pants, and his penis sprang out, appearing enormous.
Tang Lin's actions made Jiang Yingji frown; this was definitely not something her husband would do. "Hehe..."
Just as Jiang Yingji frowned, Tang Lin suddenly moved, his large penis trembling with a terrifying aura.
Jiang Yingji had no intention of letting him get close. With a wave of her jade hand, a strange, eerie wind arose, and several more corpses sprang up from the ruins. Though their movements were stiff, they were fearless and charged at Tang Lin like mad tigers.
This time, Jiang Yingji didn't hold back. The consciousnesses of many superhumans who had died in the space hadn't completely dissipated, making them her puppets.
Although these corpses were no match for Tang Lin, their sheer number was overwhelming. For every corpse knocked away, ten more pounced, preventing Tang Lin from easily getting close. Besides this, Jiang Yingji unleashed a variety of other methods and techniques.
The sheer number of attacks was dazzling; even strategic-level superhumans would be defeated by her.
However, despite absorbing Li Zhiyu's power, making Tang Lin resemble a volcano about to erupt, at least for this moment, the entire space was his domain.
As time went on, Jiang Yingji's weakness became apparent. Tang Lanyan found an opportunity, knocking away the puppet blocking her path and instantly closing in on Jiang Yingji, her large hand reaching for her.
"No…!"
Her breasts heaved violently as she gasped for breath. This time, she barely managed to dodge, but her already precariously fitting clothes couldn't hold up any longer, tearing open amidst her breasts.
A pair of large, full breasts eagerly broke free of their restraints, bobbing and swaying as they sprang out. The flesh was so soft and tender, as if filled with milk. The base of the breasts, already difficult to meet due to the narrowness of her chest, resembled a teardrop, and when stretched, it appeared even more astonishingly long.
Like an elongated oval shape, the weight of her breasts pressed against the tender areolas, causing the small, cherry-pink areolas to widen slightly. The cherry-pit-like nipples swung in the air, leaving two undulating, vibrant red streaks.
Sweating from the movement, a few drops of fragrant sweat mingled with the rich, intoxicating scent of her breasts splashed onto Tang Lin's face, causing his reason to once again succumb to the edge of bestiality!