[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 5

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Chapter Two: Iron Shirt in Another World

"Go get me a glass of water."

Beatrice sat on a stone slab, her naked body now clad in Lanling's tattered clothes. Her own clothes had long been torn to shreds, and even Lanling's were ripped to shreds, barely covering his vital parts.

"Yes, Master."

Lanling was docile. He had never been a zombie slave himself, but he had seen other zombie-made slaves. Now, he acted entirely like a zombie slave towards its master.

Under a rusty tap, Lanling filled a similarly rusty iron vessel with water. He glanced furtively at Beatrice, and seeing she wasn't looking this way, a wicked smile crept across his face as he spat twice into the vessel. Damn it!

If it weren't for the fear of that "hybrid witch" tasting it, he'd love to piss on her and bring it to her…

Didn't she want him as her slave?

Okay! As she wished. But who would ultimately benefit? We'd wait and see!

"Master, water."

Lanling respectfully presented the water to Beatrice. As Beatrice glanced at him and reached out to take the water, Lanling suddenly swayed, the iron vessel in his hand tilting, spilling more than half a cup of water onto the tattered clothes covering Beatrice's lower body.

Beatrice instinctively flinched, the movement aggravating her injuries. As she let out a painful groan, the tattered clothes slipped down, revealing her alluring dark skin and slightly swollen, mysterious area to Lanling.

Lanling couldn't help but swallow, but his face showed no sign of lust. He reached out in terror, frantically trying to wipe away the water spilled on Beatrice's lower body...

Because Beatrice's injuries were aggravated, her body was weak and painful, and she couldn't dodge Lanling's hand for a moment.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to..."

Lanling frantically wiped her hands, his dirty hands groping the area around Beatrice's freshly cleaned inner thighs and the edge of her private parts.

*Slap!*

A sharp sound rang out, accompanied by Beatrice's furious voice: "Get out!"

Lanling staggered from the slap in Beatrice's rage, falling to a nearby seat. His eyes were filled with grievance and confusion, but inwardly he was laughing almost maniacally. *Slap me, you little devil.* Beatrice's body, which can only break the skin with its fangs, is she afraid of simple physical attacks?

Beatrice's face was flushed, her body trembling, whether from the pain of her injury or simply from Lanling's anger.

"Master, I... I didn't mean to. I don't know what happened, my body just won't obey me,"

Lanling hurriedly explained, his innocent expression enough to convince anyone that he had suffered a great injustice.

Beatrice's trembling gradually subsided, but the bloodshot eyes filled with rage showed no sign of abating. She wanted nothing more than to kill this bastard immediately!

If it weren't for her confidence in her initial embrace, and the fact that Lanling's performance perfectly matched the description of the initial embrace in her awakened consciousness, she would have truly suspected that this bastard was feigning weakness...

Her awakened consciousness told Beatrice that vampire descendants after the initial embrace would indeed experience a loss of balance due to the sudden surge of power, and this condition would last for a month until the vampire descendant's body was fully transformed and the external characteristics of the vampire race appeared.

A month...

Beatrice felt a headache coming on. Only a moment had passed since the initial embrace, and this bastard had already driven her to the brink of madness. It seemed that she absolutely couldn't let him get close to her again until his body was fully transformed!

Glug.

Beatrice took a large gulp of water, as if trying to extinguish the flames of her anger.

Lanling couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. If this "hybrid demoness" knew she had just drunk his saliva, would she become the first monster in history to be driven insane by anger?

"Master, can you forgive me?"

Lanling said pitifully.

Beatrice sighed and said coldly, "Stay away from me from now on, or you'll be asking for trouble!"

"Mmm-hmm,"

Lanling nodded repeatedly, then asked疑惑地问道, "But if I stay too far away, how can I serve you?"

Lanling's feigned ignorance made Beatrice both laugh and cry. Facing this man, her usual wisdom seemed utterly useless.

"You bastard, did something kick your head?"

Beatrice said almost helplessly.

Lanling cursed inwardly, *Damn it, you bitch, your head's been kicked by a donkey!*

Thinking this in his heart, but daring not to show it on his face, Lanling scratched his head and said seriously, "I don't think so..."

Then, his eyes lit up as if he suddenly remembered something, and he said, "Master, just now when you...you...you...you...you...you seemed to kick my head, huh? Wait, you're not a thing either...I don't know if that counts..."

Beatrice almost exploded with anger. After taking two heavy breaths, she stared at Lanling with cold eyes, her lips moving as she silently chanted something.

Lanling felt the dormant heat within him begin to stir again. A moment later, the heat began to surge and churn in his blood, and the temperature rose rapidly, as if the strange heat was making his blood boil.

This situation made Lanling panic. He couldn't understand how such a seemingly low-level bewitching sorcery could have such a terrifying effect.

As his blood boiled to a certain point, Lanling felt as if his internal organs were submerged in boiling water. The intense pain caused him to collapse to the ground, groaning in agony. To alleviate the pain, Lanling slammed his head against the ground repeatedly, as if doing so would make him feel better.

Thump…

A marble slab on the ground shattered into pieces after Lanling slammed it several times, yet Lanling's forehead was only slightly red, without any external injury.

Beatrice was quite satisfied with Lanling's performance. She had just cast a spell to punish vampire descendants… However, what surprised her was how strange this man's body was. It was so hard that it could shatter marble, and even her sharp fangs could only pierce a little skin, and the wound healed incredibly quickly.

Beatrice's lips slowly stopped moving; the spell ended.

Lanling's violently trembling body quieted down, lying on his back on the ground, occasionally twitching. His naked body, after the ordeal, was even dirtier than before; sweat from the pain had stuck all over his body, making him look like a mud figure.

"This is your punishment for insulting the progenitor,"

Beatrice said arrogantly.

Ouch...

Lanling groaned, shifting his body in pain. Hearing Beatrice's words, he cursed inwardly, "I'm still your grandfather!" But after such a painful experience, he calmed down. Although he had previously decided to turn the tables on Beatrice, his mindset was still stuck in his past as the zombie god. He despised Beatrice, this "hybrid witch," from the bottom of his heart. This heartfelt contempt prevented him from fully recognizing the situation, and it unconsciously showed in his words and actions.

"If there's a next time, I'll make you suffer a hundred times more than before!"

Beatrice said in a cold tone.

Lanling felt utterly miserable. His current situation was already excruciating, but now this "hybrid witch" had added to his suffering. Most importantly, he'd inadvertently fallen for her spell…

Damn it, this was practically Sun Wukong's headband!

Lanling glanced at Beatrice, who now looked down upon the world like an empress, her contempt making Lanling's teeth itch with hatred.

He wondered if killing this woman would break the shackles of this strange sorcery… A murderous intent stirred within Lanling.

Beatrice looked at Lanling with disdain, somewhat puzzled. According to what she knew from her awakened consciousness, the progenitors had absolute control over the vampire descendants they created. The punishment spell she had just used was merely something the progenitors had created to punish or torment their descendants for their own amusement.

Strange, was this guy really that stupid?

Was that blasphemy truly unintentional?

These doubts only flashed through Beatrice's mind for a moment; she had more pressing questions she wanted answered…

"Get up and answer all my questions,"

Beatrice said coldly, then wrapped the cloth around herself and sat down in front of a stone slab.

Although Lanling's hatred for Beatrice had reached its limit, adhering to the principle that one must bow one's head under the eaves, he could only temporarily submit when he had no power to resist. There would always be an opportunity, and when that opportunity came, he would surely make this "hybrid witch" wish she were dead. In

the past, Lanling saw women not only as prey but also as playthings to while away his long life. In his mind, he had to act like a gentleman towards women because any woman he set his sights on would be drained of her blood in a short time. Therefore, Lanling always tried his best to give these women the greatest pleasure in their short lives.

However, facing Beatrice, Lanling felt that he could no longer be a gentleman as before. For the first time, he had the idea of torturing a woman…

"Hurry up!"

Beatrice shouted angrily.

Lanling struggled to sit up, utterly helpless. The pain within him had lessened considerably, but the torment had left him completely weak; every movement felt like it drained all his strength.

"Please ask, Master,"

Lanling said, head bowed, worried that his anger would betray him. He needed to wait for the right moment, to find a way to break free from the sorcery controlling his body, and then strike this hybrid demoness with a swift and decisive blow!

"What's wrong with your body? Why is it so tough? And why do your wounds heal so quickly?"

Even when asking a question, Beatrice spoke as if giving orders to her vampire descendant.

"Uh…"

Lanling hesitated. His body's peculiarity had finally been discovered. Hmm… how could he possibly explain this away?

Suddenly!

Lanling's eyes lit up. A brilliant idea flashed through his dejected mind like lightning.

"Master, I once practiced a technique that could reshape the body…"

Lanling blurted out, his tone ambiguous, hoping to pique the hybrid demoness's curiosity and lure her into his trap.

After rattling off a long list of miraculous benefits, Lanling's eyes gleamed as he looked at Beatrice.

In his description, he deliberately highlighted some advantages relative to Beatrice's current injuries—damn it, he wasn't worried she wouldn't take the bait!

Sure enough, after Lanling finished speaking, a strange light flashed in Beatrice's eyes. Did such a miraculous technique really exist in the Eastern Continent?

If she could cultivate it, wouldn't that mean her injuries could heal quickly, allowing her to find the source of the mysterious summoning sooner and obtain the strongest power? [Bonus! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Spray External Long-Lasting Divine Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter

] Seeing the change in Beatrice's eyes, Lanling couldn't help but feel a surge of secret joy. The trap was set; it was just a matter of whether this "hybrid demoness" would take the bait.

Thinking about the enormous benefits this "hybrid demoness" would bring him once she stepped into the trap, Lanling couldn't help but feel excited.

"Is your technique really that effective?"

Although Lanling's resilient skin had already proven the wonder of that "mysterious technique," Beatrice still couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Yes, Master, that's what the old man who taught me the technique said, and it's been very effective after I practiced it,"

Lanling said softly.

"An old man? You mean this technique was taught by an old man?"

Beatrice became curious.

"When I was very young, I was once on the street when an old man stopped me and said I had great talent and wanted me to buy one of his books to save the Fengyun Continent..."

Lanling said with a smirk.

"Uh..."

Beatrice found it somewhat unbelievable. After a moment of surprise, she carefully examined Lanling's neck. At this moment, the wound on Lanling's neck had almost healed, leaving only a faint scar.

This situation made Beatrice disbelieve Lanling's words, and her heart grew more expectant. Perhaps, this was a stroke of incredible luck that would allow her to escape from her desperate situation.

"My descendant, I command you to teach me the miraculous technique,"

Beatrice said in a deep voice.

Lanling was secretly hoping that Beatrice would make this request sooner. Without the slightest hesitation, he perfectly played the role of a docile vampire descendant, reciting a mantra in a low voice.

Although Beatrice could speak the language of the Eastern Continent, she only understood the spoken words and basic vocabulary.

Lanling's mantra was far too complex for her. Concepts like dantian and spiritual energy were completely incomprehensible to her, like listening to some kind of heavenly scripture.

After Beatrice asked her questions, Lanling patiently explained them to her.

Although he secretly cursed this "hybrid witch's" poor comprehension, besides achieving his goal, he considered it a chance to practice his teaching skills on this woman.

Hmph… if he could teach this stupid witch, what stupid student couldn't he teach? Poor Beatrice,

a top student from the Royal Academy of England, if she knew what Lanling was thinking, she'd probably want to kill herself on the spot…

Night fell… the long day passed, and night returned.

Lanling's throat was parched from speaking, and he began to regret his idea; it was a recipe for disaster. He'd been teaching her all day, and this woman only understood the first few lines of the incantation. At this rate, it would probably take at least half a month to get her to understand everything.

It was just a few lines of the incantation, but as Lanling explained in detail, Beatrice had already begun to circulate her energy within her body. A faint warm current rose from her lower abdomen, then slowly and gracefully flowed throughout her body. The comfortable feeling made her feel that her physical pain had lessened considerably.

"It's amazing,"

Beatrice muttered softly. She hadn't expected that the Eastern Continent had such a miraculous technique; it sounded obscure and difficult to understand, yet it had such wondrous effects.

As Lanling continued explaining, he looked at the approaching dusk outside and inwardly groaned.

This demoness seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, showing no sign of stopping, but now it was getting closer and closer to class time. Damn it, was she going to skip class the next day?

Just as Lanling was anxiously trying to figure out how to escape, Beatrice, who was intently listening to Lanling explain the technique, suddenly trembled. A blood-red halo appeared in her eyes, two fangs automatically extended from her lips, and the fleshy wings on her back suddenly spread open, trembling and flapping against the ground.

It was Beatrice's daily feeding time...

Beatrice's blood-red eyes sized up Lanling like a ferocious beast. The feeling of hunger, and the subconscious craving for blood, made her set her sights on the only living being in front of her.

As a zombie, how could Lanling not see Beatrice's current state?

"Blood... I want blood..."

Beatrice made gurgling sounds in her throat.

If it weren't for her reason telling her that she absolutely could not drain this man's blood, and that she still needed to use this man to do more for her until her injuries healed, she probably would have already pounced on Lanling and fiercely bit his neck.

In fact, there were other reasons why Beatrice didn't want to drink Lanling's blood. This detestable man had such strong skin forged by this magical technique; biting him was so strenuous, her teeth went numb, and she could only get a tiny bit of blood—just thinking about it was enough to give her a headache.

Besides, in Beatrice's eyes, Lanling had already become her vampire descendant, and his blood no longer held the same allure for her as ordinary human blood.

"Master, you want blood?"

Lanling asked nervously.

"Go get me some blood! Quickly!"

Beatrice shouted sharply, her bloodthirsty light growing even brighter.

"I... I can only buy it for you at the hospital..."

Lanling said, his eyes darting around.

Beatrice roared, "Then hurry up and go!"

"Uh..."

Lanling said with difficulty, "Master, but I don't have any money..."

Beatrice wanted to slap Lanling to death, but after thinking about it, what he said made sense. In this situation, buying blood plasma at the hospital was the only option.

"I have British gold coins in my clothes! Hurry!"

Beatrice urged, her thirst for blood leaving her weak and causing her recently healed injuries to flare up again.

Lanling quickly ran to Beatrice's ripped clothes, grabbed the pieces, and frantically searched. After a moment, more than ten gleaming gold coins inlaid with crown patterns appeared in his hand.

"Damn it, this is too little. So this witch is penniless too..."

Lanling weighed the gold coins in his hand and muttered to himself.

Come to think of it, it was quite a coincidence that Beatrice had British gold coins on her. With Beatrice's current strength, would she still carry money like an ordinary person?

With the plundering she and her brother had done recently, they already possessed wealth beyond measure. These dozen or so gold coins were simply because she still maintained the habits she had when she was an ordinary person; she always felt uncomfortable without money on her.

Moreover, based on the exchange rate between Tianlong Coins and British Gold Coins, one British Gold Coin could be exchanged for one thousand Tianlong Coins. These dozen or so gold coins could easily be exchanged for over ten thousand Tianlong Coins. Just imagine, how many people casually carry ten thousand Tianlong Coins in cash?

Poor Lanling, unaware of their value, unjustly labeled Beatrice as a pauper.

While Lanling was still weighing the gold coins, Beatrice impatiently shoved him, her bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

Lanling got up, his face contorted in pain, and said, "Master, I... how can I go out naked now?"

As he spoke, Lanling glanced at the fragments of his clothes covering Beatrice, his heart filled with resentment.

Beatrice subconsciously looked at herself, her face flushing red, and then she shouted angrily, "I don't care! If you don't want me to drain your blood, then hurry up and get me some fresh blood!"

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle!

Lanling cursed inwardly, then slipped away, not caring about being naked. Before leaving, he added, "Master, the magical technique I taught you is very effective for calming the mind; it might make you feel better. I'll go buy you some blood plasma now." He then

bent down, feigning to wipe the mud off his legs, and, taking advantage of Beatrice's inattention, grabbed two dental models and quickly walked outside.

He hadn't gone far when Lanling secretly glanced back at Beatrice. She was indeed sitting cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, silently enduring the pain, seemingly practicing according to the instructions Lanling had taught her.

Seeing this, a cold, triumphant smile crept across Lanling's lips…

Practice, practice!

Haha... That's a cultivation technique I got from my fox spirit lover. Its function is to strengthen essence and nourish vitality, increase yin energy in the body, and cultivate yin essence. It's a unique cultivation technique of fox spirits. Most fox spirits have extremely strong sexual desires, which is the result of practicing this technique. They rely on the increase of yin essence and then use unique methods to cultivate their power...

Lanling wouldn't be so kind as to let Bilis increase her power, so he would definitely not teach her his unique method.

Lanling's plan was that this technique would allow Beatrice to strengthen her essence, increase her yin energy, and enhance her libido... Hehe, Beatrice treated Lanling like a slave, unaware that Lanling had already decided to make this "hybrid demoness" his vessel without her even realizing it. Although this demoness's yin essence wasn't very pure, it was better than nothing. In Lanling's situation, having such a vessel was definitely an unexpected surprise...

Chapter Three: The Beautiful Biker

Lanling scurried through the streets and alleys, cautiously sneaking in the shadows under the walls, his hands covering his crotch, a look of bewildered amusement on his face.

Damn it, if the demons he knew from his previous world knew about his current state of disgrace, walking naked through the streets, he would probably become the laughingstock of the entire demon world.

Every time Lanling crossed an intersection, he was filled with anticipation, hoping that a male pedestrian would pass by and he could catch him. Those two tooth models could make his zombie aura circulate for three minutes, enough to steal a set of clothes, and maybe even some money.

Although the alley Lanling walked through was somewhat secluded, it usually had some pedestrians. However, the gloomy weather tonight directly affected people's mood for going out at night. He walked for quite a while without seeing a single person.

The hunched posture was really uncomfortable; Lanling's back ached, and he was filled with disappointment.

After walking for a while, he simply straightened his back. Anyway, there was no one around, so why bother suffering like this?

Even if there were people, so what?

Bananas and pineapples, the street is a latrine, anyone who looks is a pervert!

If a man comes, I'll just strip him naked; if a woman comes… well, she'll have it easy. You know, men with Lanling's assets are rare…

Lanling walked naked, strutting confidently out of the alley and into a main road in Qinglong City.

Whoosh…

a burst of motorcycle noise roared over. Lanling subconsciously looked over, and a blinding light made him squint. He could vaguely see a large group of motorcyclists speeding towards him.

"Damn, there's a streaker up ahead!"

A voice clearly reached Lanling's ears amidst the roar of a motorcycle.

Despite his earlier fearless attitude of "the street is a latrine, anyone who looks is a pervert," when he was actually seen, this zombie god, who always considered himself noble, couldn't help but feel his face burning. He turned around and tried to dart back into the dark alley.

"Haha, chase him! Chase him! Finally, some fun!"

another voice laughed, followed by a chorus of cheers from both men and women. Then, countless lights shone towards Lanling, and the roar of accelerators grew louder.

Lanling inwardly groaned, his anger rising, but he was facing a large number of bikers. The energy his two teeth could sustain for three minutes wasn't strong enough. In such a short time, it was impossible to kill such a group of bikers with that kind of energy.

Helpless, Lanling had no choice but to swallow his anger and run quickly through the alley...

The bikers behind him had already entered the alley, the dazzling lights casting a long shadow of Lanling on the ground. The cheers grew louder and more ear-piercing, igniting Lanling's boundless killing intent.

As Lanling ran, his eyes, filled with murderous intent, glanced back at the leader of the biker gang. This bastard was the loudest… and his build seemed similar to his own…

The corner ahead drew closer to Lanling. The bikers, like cats chasing mice, could easily catch him, but they weren't in a hurry. Instead, they kept a steady distance, revving their engines, toying with Lanling.

The corner drew nearer, and the shadowy figure in the distance beckoned to Lanling like a demon's hand.

With all his might, Lanling leaped, temporarily escaping the light and entering his own darkness.

Two seconds…

Lanling touched the tooth model now pressed against the fangs, feeling the trace of zombie energy coursing through his body. He let out a long breath, the relief almost making him shout!

The motorcycle headlights illuminated the darkness.

"Catch that guy, haha, find some branches and whip his ass!"

"Hoo hoo... You're running naked, you can't escape..."

"..."

"..."

Lanling's body, bathed in the crimson zombie aura, rose slowly, his fingernails, sharp as blades, silently snapping open.

Hearing the laughter, a cold smile appeared on Lanling's lips, his hands slightly spread. The zombie aura permeated the air, and the dark corners that had just been illuminated by the motorcycle headlights were plunged back into darkness as if covered by a thick curtain.

"Nightfall..."

Lanling parted his lips slightly, the four words like the death knell of hell. With the zombie aura he could use at this moment, he could only maintain this most basic level of corpse magic... but it was enough.

The leader of the biker gang was the first to rush into the corner, the dazzling motorcycle headlights suddenly turning blood red.

The motorcyclist also sensed something strange. His once powerful motorcycle seemed to be stuck in a sludge-like mass, the roar of the accelerator barely registering, the surrounding air so thick it made it impossible to move.

"Ah..."

The biker was about to yell for his companion behind him, but the sound was abruptly cut off. Through his helmet visor, he saw only a blood-red blur before something struck his helmet, his body jolted violently, and his consciousness went black.

Two seconds...

Lanling had already knocked the biker unconscious. He hadn't killed him outright because he disliked wearing clothes worn by the dead.

Of all the actions just now, there was only one small detail Lanling hadn't anticipated.

He hadn't expected the biker to have another person on the back, thus wasting an extra second of what he planned to do in one second.

Two seconds later, Lanling grabbed one in each hand and lifted the two bikers, dressed in leather jackets and helmets, up.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, crimson zombie aura swept towards the bikers rushing around the corner. Immediately afterward, the sounds of motorcycles colliding, screams of agony, and curses erupted outside.

Lanling chuckled triumphantly, then sprang into the distance, disappearing into the darkness…

Deep in a narrow alley, Lanling tossed the two bikers to the ground, grabbed a nearby water pipe and snapped it in two. He used the gushing water to wash the mud off his clothes, then quickly stripped the tall, burly man who had led the chase completely naked.

A moment later, Lanling patted his leather jacket with satisfaction. Although a little tight, the elastic fabric accentuated his muscular chest, giving him a rugged, wild look.

Having finished, Lanling glanced at the watch he had just stolen; there were still forty minutes before his antique appraisal class started.

He calculated the distance; the journey from here to the artifact appraisal class would take about ten minutes if he was quick. That meant he had thirty minutes to spare.

Thirty minutes… a bit short, but it seemed about right… Lanling's gaze shifted to the skinny biker in the leather jacket and helmet.

The reason he'd brought this biker along was because, based on his experience, she was a woman…

Lanling liked women; women could be alluring, beautiful, seductive, even wanton. But he disliked violent, barbaric women devoid of compassion.

However, from a zombie's perspective, such a woman was perfect prey. Like Catherine, the more wicked a woman was, the stronger her yin energy. Although Lanling didn't have fangs to suck her blood, it didn't stop him from considering her body an extra bonus for the night.

Suddenly!

Lanling's body trembled violently, and the zombie aura around him vanished abruptly.

"Pah..."

Lanling spat out the tooth model, which had shattered into powder from the zombie energy in his mouth. Those lingering three minutes were over. Wait... something's not right. Today it seemed a little longer than usual, though only by a few dozen seconds, but Lanling still felt it.

Heavens!

Earth!

Could my body be recovering?

Lanling felt incredibly excited at the thought, but then his body swayed. The weakness from using the zombie energy left him no time to think about it. After taking a few long breaths, he finally recovered.

He slowly approached the female biker and crouched down.

Looking at her face, blurred by the helmet visor, he secretly sized her up. What did she look like? By his standards, what score would he give her?

Lanling was already slightly disappointed with her figure; her slightly protruding chest lacked any hint of a voluptuous figure.

If it weren't for her long, shapely legs accentuated by her leather pants, Lanling certainly wouldn't have been interested in her.

Besides a pretty face, the only things a man can appreciate about a woman are her breasts, buttocks, and thighs. Luckily, this woman seems to have one redeeming quality; now it's just a matter of her face.

Lanling's hand slowly moved to the zipper of the female biker's top, then gently pulled it down. Inside the leather jacket, a red lace bra caught Lanling's eye.

Women who like red are unrestrained and passionate; undoubtedly, in bed, Lanling liked women like this.

The shallow cleavage revealed the woman's still-developing breasts. Lanling sighed softly, his eyes fixed on the female biker's helmet with a gamble-like intensity.

Holy crap…

When Lanling removed the female biker's helmet, a cascade of smooth, long brown hair cascaded down, revealing a fair and delicate face beneath.

Her delicate nose and slightly full red lips made Lanling's eyes light up. Goodness, she was a mixed-race beauty!

The only flaw was the youthful air about her, making her face appear somewhat immature; she looked to be around sixteen or seventeen.

Such a refined, porcelain-like beauty should be cherished and protected, at least not handled roughly when possessed.

However, Lanling recalled the mocking laughter and jeers from the bikers when he was chased naked, and his anger flared, his gaze towards the female biker turning cold.

What goes around comes around!

At this age, she should be in school, but instead, she was out at night being a biker; naturally, she would pay the price…

Lanling's fingers lightly brushed across her high, straight nose, then touched her red, sensual lips with two fingers, and slowly slid down… her beautiful collarbone, her smooth chest skin, and finally, with a bang, Lanling's fingers forcefully ripped off her red lace bra.

Two well-proportioned breasts, though not as breathtaking as a leaping rabbit, still stood out dazzlingly. The two rosy nipples stood erect the moment they touched the air, the pink areolas proudly proclaiming her vibrant youth.

It seemed this woman hadn't had much sexual experience… Lanling subconsciously thought. This was a characteristic usually reserved for virgins, yet it appeared on this female biker. If she were a virgin, it was impossible for someone of her delinquent background.

Lanling glanced with amusement at the naked body of the male biker beside her, who had been stripped of his clothes, and inwardly scoffed. This woman was used to small men; she wondered if she could handle his ample assets.

Lanling's hand grasped the female biker's breast; it was soft yet elastic, and she gently flicked the rosy nipple. The nipple trembled slightly, becoming even more erect.

*Whoosh…*

Due to time constraints, Lanling had no patience for this slow appreciation game. His hands flew as he pulled down the leather pants. With a sudden jerk, the opening tore, but instead of coming off as he'd expected, he couldn't remove them. He seemed to have forgotten that his strength was now less than that of an average person.

Lanling smiled wryly and had no choice but to patiently pull off the female biker's pants.

Ah… lace panties, the same as her bra, the intimate area entirely made of lace, a hint of dark color that made one's blood boil. Those long legs were even more shapely and slender than Lanling had imagined.

Lanling's hand touched the red lace panties, ready to tear them off like the pants, but he hesitated and pulled away. He turned and picked up the torn leather pants, then got up and bound the female biker's arms and legs together, arching her back, her front completely exposed, utterly lewd.

Lanling had a habit of disliking women who were unconscious. In his opinion, even if a woman struggled and cried out, it was much more satisfying to be manipulated like a piece of wood.

After binding her, Lanling firmly stuffed the bra into the female biker's mouth.

On a night like this, any scream would bring unnecessary trouble, and Lanling didn't want to be disturbed by anyone at this time.

Then, he got up and walked to the water pipe on the wall, scooped up some water, turned back to the female biker, and poured it over her head.

Two handfuls of cold water were poured over her head, and the icy chill had already awakened the female biker's senses.

When Lanling knocked them unconscious, he only used physical strength, and the control was only enough to make them unconscious for a few hours. Awakening them with water was enough.

Hmm...

The female biker woke up from her unconsciousness, let out a groan, and then subconsciously shook her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with tiny water droplets.

Lanling quickly put on the male biker's helmet and gazed at the beautiful woman through the glass.

"Ugh..."

The female biker opened her eyes and felt a chill run through her body. She couldn't move her limbs. She stared in panic at the man in biker attire before her, instantly recalling the events before she lost consciousness. A wave of intense fear washed over her.

"You're awake."

Through the helmet, Lanling's voice was deep and gruff, completely lacking its former magnetism. In this night, in this environment, such a man, such a voice—it all instilled unprecedented terror in the female biker.

"Ugh..."

She struggled fiercely, but Lanling's restraints were too tight. Her struggles only made her body bulge more, revealing a certain private area to Lanling intermittently.

"You mean, you want me to let you go?"

Lanling asked.

"Ugh..." The female biker nodded vigorously, her large eyes glistening with fear, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Is it comfortable being naked?"

Lanling crouched down, reaching behind the female biker and gently rubbing her firm, pert buttocks.

"Ugh..." The female biker shook her head violently, twisting her body in an attempt to escape Lanling's large hand.

A glint of violence flashed in Lanling's eyes. He suddenly tightened his grip on the female biker's buttocks, pinching hard, causing her body to tremble and a look of pain to appear on her pretty face.

"Then why did you chase after other people when they were naked? I thought you liked being naked. So, I satisfied your desires, what will you repay me with?"

Lanling said teasingly.

The female biker seemed genuinely frightened. She first shook her head violently, then suddenly nodded, mumbling incoherently, her eyes full of pleading.

"How about repaying me with your body?"

Lanling said with a laugh that sent shivers down the female biker's spine.

As he spoke, Lanling's hand had already moved between the female biker's legs. Because her legs were bound while kneeling, a thin slit appeared in that pink area, causing Lanling's lower abdomen to heat up.

"Don't you have sex often?"

Lanling gently traced her most intimate spot with his finger, eliciting a soft moan from the female biker. Her body tensed abruptly as she said, "Your body is too sensitive."

As he spoke, Lanling's fingers swiftly parted her pink flesh, pressing against a small clitoris…

The

female biker shook her head violently, her legs clamping tightly together, trying to prevent Lanling's hand from moving. Lanling pressed harder with his fingers, then slowly massaged her, saying, "Your legs are quite strong, suitable for an old tree to take root…"

Under Lanling's skillful flirting, the female biker's pained eyes gradually softened, and her long legs even relaxed slightly.

Lanling grinned mischievously as he withdrew his hand between her legs, a drop of glistening, viscous liquid from his fingertip tracing a dazzling line that fell to the ground.

"You're starting to look forward to me, aren't you?"

Lanling held his finger to the female biker's face. The female biker closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, shaking her head violently.

"When you're torturing others, have you ever thought about what it's like to be tortured?"

Lanling sneered, smearing his finger, still wet with her juices, on the female biker's lips.

Her sexy red lips, stained with such a lewd liquid, glistened like lipstick...

Lanling glanced at his watch, stood up in front of the female biker, and reached out to unzip his leather pants, revealing his already monstrous and swollen member protruding from them.

Lanling glanced at the naked male biker beside him and said with a smile, "My dear lady, after tonight, you'll be like a gluttonous cat that's used to eating porridge but has suddenly tasted meat and fish—you'll never be satisfied with just porridge..."

The female biker instinctively opened her eyes. When she saw the enormous thing in front of her that almost made her faint, her face was filled with fear, and she looked at Lanling with pleading eyes, shaking her head vigorously.

"I'll teach you a lesson for free. When you don't have absolute strength, you should keep a low profile. Even if you want to bully someone, it's best to find someone who is definitely not as strong as you, understand?"

Lanling said "earnestly."

Waaah...

The female biker was completely terrified, shaking her head and nodding haphazardly, hoping for a miracle and Lanling's pity with pleading eyes.

Helplessly, Lanling was already at the point of no return...

He squatted down, put his hands around the female biker's slender waist, and lifted her up forcefully, pointing that protruding and alluring place at his lower body.

Then, with a gentle tap, he sent a shiver through the female biker. As Lanling felt the warm, moist touch on his lower body, he began to slowly thrust forward.

"So tight..."

Lanling groaned. This woman's muddy passage was exceptionally narrow. Although he had already aroused her, entering still required considerable effort.

Ugh...

The woman's head snapped back, her pretty face contorted in pain, her eyes filled with despair!

Boom...

As Lanling entered slightly, he forcefully thrust downwards, his monstrous member penetrating deeply.

The female biker's body shuddered violently, her eyes rolling back. Her body tensed and then suddenly relaxed; the intense pain had caused her to faint.

Holy crap.

No way!

Lanling stared wide-eyed at the traces of blood flowing from where his lower body had joined with the female biker's. A virgin? She was a virgin?

A delinquent girl who hung out with bikers could be a virgin?

For a moment, Lanling was overjoyed. Such an opportunity was as rare as winning the lottery. Although he found it hard to believe, the bloodstains and the virgin essence surging from the female biker's body forced him to accept that it was all real.

"I will teach you the first lesson of being a good woman..."

Lanling leaned down and gently sucked on the female biker's nipple twice, whispering softly.

Then, his movements slowed down considerably, thrusting rhythmically, his technique of absorbing the woman's virgin essence continuously.

This female biker had an ordinary constitution, and her virgin essence was far less useful to Lanling than Beatrice's demonic essence. However, this stroke of good fortune and the exciting scene excited Lanling immensely. While absorbing the virgin essence, he also considered the female biker's feelings, using his superb sexual skills to stimulate her body.

When the female biker awoke, her body was overwhelmed by an unprecedented pleasure. This pleasure clouded her judgment, momentarily forgetting her fear and panic. Waves of exquisite sensations propelled her towards a peak.

Ugh...ugh...

The female biker's brown hair cascaded to the ground, swaying uncontrollably. Bound, she could only passively endure.

Lanling gripped her plump buttocks, lifting her forcefully, ensuring each thrust reached its deepest point.

Gradually, Lanling grew dissatisfied with this kind of sex.

He withdrew from the female biker's body with a panting breath. The female biker, her eyes glazed and lost in ecstasy, was suddenly deprived of the feeling of fullness and instinctively opened her eyes wide.

"Wait, this is when you'll be happiest,"

Lanling whispered. Then, he suddenly untied the ropes binding the female biker and removed the bra from her mouth.

The pause in pleasure brought the female biker back to her senses, and her eyes regained some clarity.

As soon as she relaxed, she instinctively wanted to run away, but after Lanling's unrestrained assault, her body was weak and powerless. She hadn't even taken two steps before Lanling grabbed her back.

Lanling pushed her against the wall, making her face the wall to control her movements.

"Are you willing to leave? The fun has only just begun..."

Lanling whispered in her ear.

"Bastard, let me go!"

the female biker struggled and shouted.

If she weren't so weak, Lanling would have had a hard time controlling her.

Lanling pressed one hand firmly against her body, while the other hand reached out to her front, kneading her full breasts forcefully, his fingers curling up to gently tease the rosy nipples...

Hmm...

Although her reason told her she had to escape this beast's grasp during the struggle, her stimulated body betrayed her reason, letting out a shameful moan.

Lanling controlled her body, and in the instant she lost her focus, he suddenly lifted her lower abdomen, causing her body to arch upwards, her buttocks facing Lanling.

"Let me go, let me go, I'll kill you! Demon, my father is Zhenwu... um..."

The female biker's screams were choked by Lanling's hand. Lanling covered her mouth with his hand, found the right position, and thrust in forcefully.

"I don't care who your father is. I only know that the person you like most right now is me..."

Lanling's seductive words rang out as if possessed by magic, and as he spoke, his lower body began to thrust rapidly.

Um... um...

The female biker's reason was once again overwhelmed by the physical pleasure, and her desire rose rapidly under Lanling's teasing.

Lanling began to use the art of absorbing yin and yang, while his hands skillfully teased the various sensitive areas of the female biker's body.

Finally, Lanling gripped her slender waist tightly with both hands. With each thrust, his lower abdomen slammed against her pert buttocks, the plump flesh changing into erotic shapes with each impact.

The moans, initially intermittent and involuntary, grew into a continuous stream…

Gradually, Lanling no longer needed to control her body; the female biker herself thrust backward to meet him, her arms bracing against the wall, her flowing hair glistening with sweat.

Lanling felt the female biker's body temperature gradually rising, and a secret joy welled up within him. His movements became even more powerful, his techniques of sexual cultivation reaching their peak.

Ah…

the female biker's head rose high, letting out a long moan, her body thrusting backward forcefully, tense, stiff, occasionally trembling slightly—her climax had finally arrived.

Lanling felt the surging waves of virgin yin energy rushing into his body; the cool sensation invigorated him, instantly erasing the fatigue of their previous lovemaking.

He continued his relentless thrusting, his hands reaching out to grab the female biker's breasts and gently lifting her upper body.

As her virginity gradually diminished, Lanling felt a chill run through him, and a sudden panic gripped him. He

released his pent-up desire with a muffled groan after a series of thrusts… The female biker trembled violently from the intense heat. When Lanling withdrew and released her, her body slumped against the wall, her head tilted slightly to one side, her face pale, and a trail of saliva dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Lanling looked at her, recalling the sudden chill that had washed over her body during the cultivation session, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. Damn it, it seemed that after absorbing the essence of that "hybrid demoness," although it had no effect on the zombie energy, his cultivation technique had actually improved significantly. Moreover, after absorbing this little delinquent's virgin yin essence, he felt his internal strength increase considerably, his spirits lift, and his physical condition noticeably improve.

Lanling was pleasantly surprised. He suddenly remembered that after using the tooth model, the duration of his zombie energy usage had increased by several tens of seconds. Connecting everything that had happened in the past two days, it seemed that the "hybrid demoness's" yin essence was more effective than he had initially thought.

Thinking of how Beatrice's yin essence had increased and her libido had strengthened after practicing the fox spirit's essence-strengthening and primordial cultivation technique, a wistful smile appeared on Lanling's lips…

Suddenly!

The great bell in the center of Qinglong City rang.

Lanling's expression changed, he glanced at his watch, and with a shout, ran out of the alley.

Damn it, he was late…

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