Tang Lin was finally satisfied, resuming a slow pace of thrusting into her honey hole. He didn't want to stand in empty space.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling of being watched. He figured the possibility was slim; he was practically half-master of this space now, how could someone possibly be watching him without his awareness?
Since he thought it was just his imagination, Tang Lin ignored it.
However, he didn't want to be disturbed. This was a crucial moment for him to absorb Li Zhiyu's power. With the Queen of Shanghai, digesting and absorbing the energy within his body wouldn't be a problem.
However, being in this temporary, special state of "pseudo-pure yang," Tang Lin could sense that the power that had almost burst him was only a small fraction of the vast power hidden within this space.
It was like an unclaimed treasure trove laid out before him; it seemed that with just a reach, the forbidden domain was within his grasp!
An uncontrollable greed surged within Tang Lin, and a crazy idea popped into his head… If he could absorb all the power, would he become another Li Zhiyu?
As this thought arose within him, Tang Lin didn't notice that the heat within his body, which had subsided slightly, began to surge chaotically once more…
Possessing the Queen of Shanghai while absorbing her husband's power…
Tang Lin grew increasingly excited. He carried Jiang Yingji into the room, casually found a bed, and pressed the Queen of Shanghai's voluptuous body onto it, hoisting her long, snow-white legs onto his shoulders. His massive penis pounded relentlessly.
"Slap, slap slap slap…"
Her snow-white, jade-like, unusually plump buttocks were pressed onto the old bed, slightly upturned to receive the thrusts of his massive penis. The shaft was covered in white semen; each thrust stretched her thick, tender labia wide open, and as it penetrated deeply, the semen naturally flowed down her vulva, trickling down her buttocks like a stream.
With each thrust of Tang Lin, the old bed creaked as if it could no longer bear the weight. A pair of delicate, snow-white feet helplessly extended from the man's shoulders, swaying like lotus blossoms with each thrust. The pink and tender toes, like jade beads, curled tightly, sometimes spread wide.
The gurgling sounds of water mingled with the plaintive moans, like a symphony of lascivious beauty, echoing through the old room.
However, Tang Lin, focused on fucking the Queen of Shanghai, didn't notice that on a faded certificate on the wall, three words were written, one crooked and one upright:
[Li Zhiyu]
Luo Shaowen appeared in a pitch-black room, before him a black box resembling a coffin.
Luo Shaowen was, of course, extremely cautious. His ultimate victory against the father and son was due not only to meticulous planning but, more importantly, to caution.
If he had chosen to confront them directly, Li Zhiyu wouldn't be standing here today.
He stood before the black box containing Li Zhiyu's mangled body for a moment, sensing that this still vibrant body, even without a heart, wasn't the source of the disturbance in the Black Street.
"Who could be the first to arrive?"
Luo Shaowen murmured to himself, not asking, for kneeling between his legs was a shapely, slender, and alluring body.
It was Zhao Zhiran.
But clearly, Zhao Zhiran couldn't answer his question now, for her delicate, cherry-red lips were sucking on his thick, long penis, the movements large and fluid, each sound unusually muffled.
Her cheeks and lips were slightly elongated, distorting her beautiful face, detracting from her beauty but adding an indescribable eroticism.
Her elongated cherry lips, like a fleshy ring, sucked so tightly it was impenetrable. The shaft she swallowed and released was smooth and shiny, leaving hardly a trace of saliva.
Clearly, it wasn't as effortless as it appeared. Occasionally, she would swallow deeply, her deep throat holding on tightly, and something soft and moist seemed to writhe beneath her slightly sunken cheeks.
A large bulge appeared on her slender, snowy neck. The delicate muscle groups there, difficult for ordinary people to control precisely, were used to their fullest extent by Zhao Ziran. Like a living creature being devoured, they contracted and released, sucking and churning with intense suction, leaving no room for even a sliver of air.
It was no less powerful and intense than the contractions and sucking of a tender vagina during orgasm, but far more agile, focusing intently on every sensitive spot of the shaft.
This was Zhao Ziran's unparalleled "vacuum suction."
But Luo Shaowen was no ordinary man. After a minute or two of stalemate, when Zhao Ziran's face flushed slightly and her breathing became a little rapid, he finally ejaculated, shooting his hot, thick semen into her sucking mouth.
After a long while, her cherry lips withdrew, making a "pop" sound as she inhaled. A noticeable red mark was visible where her lips had been sucking, the upper part of the mark being a darker shade.
Luo Shaowen's intense "battle" with the War Queen not long ago, while bringing her to several orgasms, had nearly caused her to collapse.
Clearly, even in this special "battle," the exceptionally talented War Queen was gradually grasping the knack. If the two sisters were to attack together, the outcome would be unpredictable…
The digestion of pure Yang energy had clearly stalled, and the pure Yin body was no longer having much effect on him.
After all, for the Seven Sins Sect, and even the oldest branch of the Seven Sins Sect, fusing pure Yang power was no easy feat.
If it weren't for his good niece over the years, allowing him to accumulate a trace of pure Yin essence within his body, he would never have had the opportunity in the first place.
Therefore, his greatest regret was not obtaining his niece's virginity. If he had obtained her virgin Yin essence back then, digesting it would have been much easier.
Only a contest of equal strength, a union of Yin and Yang, a desperate act of intercourse like with War Queen Tang Lanyan, could stimulate the fighting instinct of the Pure Yang Heart, thus allowing him to truly fuse with it.
Furthermore, gathering three Pure Yin bodies would greatly aid his digestion of the "body." However, the most important thing was the "banquet."
Because it could help him digest the "intention." Only when the "body" and "intention" were unified could he truly digest Li Zhiyu's power and completely erase the traces of his existence!