【Human Past Events】(3)

Night 366

12,000 meters above the Gulf of Oman

The wind kept blowing. Yang Tianming's glider was like a leaf in a raging flood,

being swept away and carried into the distance. Yang Tianming didn't know where he was. The sun had already set. He hadn't

eaten all day; not only had that woman eaten him clean that morning, but he had also used up a lot of his energy using a high-dimensional weapon.

Dehydration.

Yang Tianming began to see stars, and the veins on the back of his head throbbed even more intensely, pressing on his optic nerve. His surroundings

and the area below him were sometimes pitch black, sometimes bursting with various colors, then gradually fading away. He could probably only see

starlight by looking up. The wind whistled, and Yang Tianming moved rapidly through the sky.

Oh no, the stars in his eyes weren't disappearing anymore. Was he severely dehydrated? Not only did they not disappear, but

the bright spots in his vision began to expand. A huge cloud drifted by, obscuring part of the bright spots.

That wasn't an illusion; it was the city below!

Finally, there was hope. The electromagnetic shock caused by the nuclear attack during the day had triggered electronic countermeasures devices in various countries.

The lights that had illuminated the city below indicated that the electromagnetic environment had improved. Yang Tianming turned on his watch and

activated the extreme cold atomic clock and terahertz transmitter. The weak signal of the terahertz electromagnetic waves, amplified by nano-

vacuum tubes ,

transmitted the absolute time signal from the extreme cold atomic clock at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second from 13 directions to the 20,000-kilometer-high MetaGP satellite positioning cluster. The information was quickly transmitted back to the US Central

Command. After calculation and judgment by 3 billion lines of code, two seconds later, an X-51 spaceplane

took off from Manas Air Base in Kyrgyzstan.

But Yang Tianming couldn't hold on that long. The glider's altitude continued to decrease, and it had begun to enter the troposphere.

Yang Tianming's sense of direction began to dissipate, and the world spun around him. The air was no longer thin, but it was also uncomfortably humid.

"Boom—" A thunderclap. Yang Tianming felt a tremor in his glider. The specially designed suit rubbed against the surrounding

particles , generating static electricity and emitting faint blue light. Yang Tianming was suffocating,

unable to maintain his balance on the hang glider any longer. It suddenly disintegrated, and he was tossed into the air by the massive turbulence. Yang Tianming was half-reclined, spinning

as he fell. He could finally see the sky; the violent spiral made it impossible for him to distinguish whether the purple and red

trails were lightning or stars. How he wished he could be a star in a clear night sky, like when he

was a child , lying on a bamboo bed in the backyard, counting the stars.

Yang Tianming felt no fear; his life had been without regrets for half a year. He had built

countless models of the vast world and knew that all conditioned phenomena were illusions, and whether he would live or die was not a matter of cause and effect, but

only of fate.

"Plop." Yang Tianming was caught from behind by a pair of hands, or rather, a body. Those hands

embraced Yang Tianming's strong chest muscles from under his armpits, stopping his freefall. "Is it an angel?" Yang Tianming wondered to

himself . Yang Tianming felt a warm sensation from behind; even through their clothes, he could feel

the firm, soft breasts. Especially the nipples, shyly pressing against his spine. A few strands of hair

drifted from the back of her neck to her face, playfully brushing against his skin. A faint fragrance

wafted .

Suddenly, Yang Tianming was pushed, spun 540 degrees, and saw

a blue lightning bolt separating him from a girl in white. What a close call! After the lightning bolt, the girl in white, shimmering with static blue light, approached Yang

Tianming again and embraced him once more. This time, from the front. Graphene nanoropes began to contract, pulling

the girl in white and Yang Tianming upwards, towards the stratosphere.

Yang Tianming's head nestled against the girl's chest. With his last breath, Yang Tianming blew on the girl's chest:

"Fairy Sister, you've finally come! I'm so thirsty, so thirsty." Yang Tianming shook his head, brushing aside his white

, bluish-green outer garment, revealing several large water droplets on his smooth, snow-white skin. He couldn't tell if

it rainwater or the girl's fragrant sweat. Yang Tianming took a deep breath and sucked. He began

sucking from the girl's chest down to her perfectly curved breasts, taking her pink nipple into his mouth and sucking relentlessly. At this moment,

due to lack of oxygen, Yang Tianming's mind was blank; he was acting purely on instinct to survive, or rather, to woo her.

His hands began to wander, wrapping around the girl's waist

and caressing her fragrant back through her furry outer garment. Despite the cacophony of the wind, the world and

the restless heart finally calmed down, as if only the hungry Yang Tianming remained, nestled peacefully in

the arms of the pure young girl. Sweet milk was suckled from her pink nipples, flowing into Yang Tianming's mouth and

into his body.

The wind faded into the distance. Nanowires pulled the two out of the troposphere and into the X-51

spacecraft . Once inside, the hand that had been holding Yang Tianming suddenly turned and shoved him to the ground, followed by a

slap. The blow jolted Yang Tianming awake. Sitting in the cabin, Yang Tianming saw the girl's horrified expression and hurriedly

cried out , "Big sister... Big sister... Oh no, Zhuang Lingjin... Sherry Chuang,

I..." With the help of the girl's milk, a sliver of Yang Tianming's brain regained its function. Relying on this last vestige of reason,

Yang Tianming conjured even more lewd thoughts.

"Sherry, I'm really about to die. I'm so hungry and thirsty." Yang Tianming feigned, but in reality,

he was on the verge of death. "Sherry, I want it." Most of Yang Tianming's brain was still oxygen-

deprived. Zhuang Lingjin pounced on Yang Tianming, bracing herself on the floor, looking down at him, scrutinizing him. This little brother in front of her

really was about to die. Was it really going to happen? Zhuang Lingjin's long hair fell over Yang Tianming's haggard face. Through his

blurred could still make out Zhuang Lingjin's delicate features and her flawless, ethereal skin,

whiter than snow. Zhuang Lingjin, the number one guardian among the "organization's" guardians.

Yang Tianming slightly raised his head, moving half an inch closer to Zhuang Lingjin, her soft fragrance intensifying. Yang

Tianming trembled as he opened his mouth, wanting to get even closer to Zhuang Lingjin's open chest. No sooner said than done, Zhuang

Lingjin grabbed a dose of morphine and jabbed it into Yang Tianming's arm.

Yang Tianming twitched twice, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed. He smirked foolishly, drool dripping from his mouth, making indistinct noises.

Zhuang Lingjin returned to the cockpit, set the unmanned system to its maximum speed of 3,000 kilometers per hour,

and sped back to base.

Kyrgyzstan,

Manas Air Base, midnight .

A group of medical personnel who had been waiting at the airport saw the U.S.A.X-51 land smoothly

and rushed Yang Tianming into the emergency room.

An hour later, Yang Tianming emerged from the emergency room with teary eyes, just in time to meet Zhuang Lingjin.

"Seriously, Big Sister, do I need to rest for a bit?" Yang Tianming complained, sniffling.

"This is punishment for your rudeness. If you do this again, I'll throw you out." Zhuang Lingjin

reprimanded him sternly.

"You wouldn't dare," Yang Tianming thought to himself. When Zhuang Lingjin first invited Yang Tianming to join

the "organization," Yang Tianming had already shown some inappropriate interest in her. Who knew if she was the kind of

woman who was all bark and no bite? Thinking of this, Yang Tianming couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Sister Zhuang, you should know that in my life I've seen 103,000 women and created 20,001

models, but there's only one, number 20,001, only one original (body

). You're not one of them, so I won't be interested in you," Yang Tianming explained seriously.

"Come with me, we have a guest from Russia." Zhuang Lingjin seemed to be hiding her blushing face, turning

her petite body around, her perfectly toned figure revealed in that instant.

Yang Tianming quickly followed, shouting, "You had them give me so many stimulants, I definitely won't perform

well."

There was no other way. This was the "organization's" job.

The visitor was the Russian National Security Advisor. The other party complained, "The proxy war on the western front

is intensifying , Russia's budget is almost exhausted, and various bandits and outlaws within the country are stirring up trouble, causing unrest. However, the Chinese

government is clinging to natural gas prices, seemingly intent on taking advantage of the situation. Our government has reached a stalemate that can't

be resolved ; we can only rely on negotiations at higher levels. Tomorrow, Tsar Peter the Great will be meeting with Maitreya Buddha in Jiangdu; we hope

you can find a way to make an exception."

"A leniency is certainly possible. But you must blow up the Bitcoin miners' association in Eastern Europe tonight. Their mining

machines are distributed in 16 underground bunkers in western Ukraine. This kind of operation, where many small things are crushed,

is not easily intervene in. You must clean it up thoroughly so that Peter the Great's meeting with Maitreya Buddha in Jiangdu tomorrow will be very pleasant.

Remember to have Peter go to see Dipankara Buddha before the banquet."

The meeting ended quickly. Yang Tianming glanced at the news on various websites; the global crackdown on Bitcoin was in full

swing, Bitcoin vulnerabilities were being exposed, and various funds were beginning to search for safer and more

reliable electronic currencies. Yang Tianming smiled knowingly. Within professional circles, the safer and more anonymous Darkcoin

was quietly gaining traction, awaiting its official debut in the world media.

This process would naturally involve the collapse of Bitcoin and turmoil in certain countries. The current proxy war

couldn't the key figure was Dipankara Buddha. Yang Tianming obtained a top-level military hotline through Manas Air Base and,

in an absolutely secure quantum communication room, connected to the holographic channel of Dipankara Buddha at the Lingtai Temple in Jiangdu.

"May Buddha have mercy. If Peter the Great comes to Jiangdu tomorrow to ask Maitreya for gold, please grant him permission," Yang Tianming said,

his hands clasped together, avoiding eye contact.

"Hahahaha," Dipankara Buddha, though aged, still possessed a deep and powerful voice. "My

Buddha-dharma is boundless, knowing all things in the universe and traversing all events. There's no need for your further words. I recognize your 'organization'

and know Peter's intentions. I've known Peter for many years. A few years ago, Peter was

crowned by the Pope of the Vatican, acquiring the title of Emperor of the Third Roman Empire, becoming Peter the Great. Meanwhile, my esteemed land of Jiangdu

is thriving, every inch of land is precious, possessing a third of the world's wealth. There's no reason for us to accommodate him."

"Forgive my presumptuous words, but those thousands of miles of gold and silver fields are merely objects of worship for believers,

to be admired from afar, not to be handled. We and the Demon Realm will offer 10 billion Darkcoins

directly to the Great Roc Bodhisattva on Pearl River Island. Once Emperor Peter succeeds and Eastern Europe is thrown into turmoil again, this currency will appreciate,

bringing immeasurable glory to the Bodhisattva and Buddha, and absorbing all the incense offerings from the mortal world."

"Yang Zixi." The Ancient Buddha Dipankara called out Yang Tianming's name, sending a chill down Yang Tianming's spine.

"Do you know how many kinds of beings exist within the Three Realms and the Six Paths?" The Ancient Buddha Dipankara, with

his imposing presence , changed the subject, becoming cryptic.

"This junior is foolish, but I know of those who believe in Buddhism and those who do not." Yang Tianming deliberately flattered Dipankara.

Dipankara looked up and read out, word by word, "There are those who believe in Buddhism and those who believe in demons; both are in

the minority. Those who neither believe in Buddhism nor demons are also in the minority. Most people believe in both Buddhism and demons, seemingly without faith, but in reality, they

believe in both. And there is a type of person who transcends these four categories; they neither believe in Buddhism nor demons, nor do they neither believe in either, nor do they

believe in Formlessness, human form, Buddha form, and demon form all become illusions in this person; when seated, they are more virtuous than Buddhas; when rising,

they are more wicked than demons; they have the potential to become either Buddhas or demons."

Yang Tianming broke out in a cold sweat and quickly bowed his head, replying, "Please enlighten me, Buddha."

With that, the golden light of the Dipankara Buddha faded, and he vanished into thin air.

Outside the communications room, Zhuang Lingjin asked, "How did the talks go?"

"The deal was done. But there's one more thing." Yang Tianming was somewhat absent-minded, even a little excited.

"What is it?" Zhuang Lingjin asked, puzzled.

However, to the dazed Yang Tianming, that puzzled look was simply an innocent, irritating expression.

Yang Tianming replied blankly, "I've been targeted by the Buddhist realm. They want to recruit me. I need to go to Jiangdu quickly;

I want to test the waters of Lingtai." A sense of novelty, excitement, and anticipation welled up inside him, stirring

a chord within him. Yang Tianming's mind raced, not only planning for tomorrow but also for

tonight.

Zhuang Lingjin solemnly instructed, "When you go to Jiangdu, don't cause any trouble. We don't

need to provoke the Buddhist realm right now."

Yang Tianming stared intently at Zhuang Lingjin, slowly raising his hand. As Zhuang Lingjin watched the hand approaching her

, intending to retaliate, Yang Tianming whispered, "Shery," drawing her gaze back to him.

He moved his attention to Yang Tianming's mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Yang Tianming snapped his fingers near Zhuang Lingjin's ear: "Time

Barrier - start!"

Within the fixed space, Yang Tianming moved at near the speed of light, making time pass

incredibly slowly for him, while to the outside world, only a moment had passed.

Yang Tianming dragged Zhuang Lingjin into the communications room, capturing her cherry-like lips in his mouth, sucking on her sweet

saliva tender tongue, entwining wildly. At the same time, Yang Tianming ripped open

Zhuang Lingjin's outer garment, grabbing at her exquisitely beautiful breasts and jade-like arms. Then, Yang Tianming

squatted and slowly removed Zhuang Lingjin's tight pants, revealing red lace panties. Through the bright red panties, Yang

Tianming teased Zhuang Lingjin's clitoris with his tongue, causing her entire body to react.

Yang Tianming leaned Zhuang Lingjin against the wall, letting her two snow-white thighs wrap around his waist, while

he wrapped his arms around her waist. Zhuang Lingjin's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her areolas pink.

Yang Tianming pulled out his penis and forcefully pierced Zhuang Lingjin's hymen, thrusting wildly into her tight vaginal

walls , quickly ejaculating thick, hot semen. This

semen, rapidly produced from Zhuang Lingjin's breast milk, was now being given back to her.

It's said that a virgin's first time isn't pleasurable. Yang Tianming slowed down,

gradually . He wanted to bring Zhuang Lingjin to orgasm.

A wanton moan, "Ugh...", sent a shiver of pleasure through Yang Tianming. Due to

the absolute soundproofing of the communications room, the base staff outside were completely unaware of what was happening.

Yang Tianming turned Zhuang Lingjin over and leaned her against the wall. Zhuang Lingjin, exhausted, rested one hand on her forehead, leaning against the wall,

panting softly, while her other hand rested on her waist. Yang Tianming inserted his enormous penis

between Zhuang Lingjin's legs. Even without penetrating deeper, it was already being squeezed between the delicate, tender flesh of her thighs, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. On her smooth

skin , there was a mixture of Yang Tianming's semen and Zhuang Lingjin's virgin blood, along with the vaginal fluids flowing continuously.

"Little brother, you're so good! It hurts so much! I want more, I want more!" Zhuang Lingjin

called . It was unclear whether she was calling for this 21-year-old brother, or his big brother.

Because Zhuang Lingjin's vagina had been injured from previous penetration, tonight was intended to allow it to heal

properly . But her anus was a different story. Yang Tianming lifted Zhuang Lingjin's firm, pert buttocks

, placing his penis on her cleft, rubbing it up and down against her brocade panties. Soon, Yang Tianming's penis became enormous again. Yang

Tianming ripped Zhuang Lingjin's panties, pressed his penis against her anus, and laboriously

penetrated deeper , feeling the heat and moisture within her. The walls of her anus seemed to have a suction force,

writhing as they received the newcomer, drawing in his large penis.

"Ah...ah...keep going...brother, you're so good...I love you the most, brother." Zhuang Lingjin's firm, shapely buttocks, honed through daily

training began to sway, encouraging Yang Tianming to go deeper. Yang Tianming wiped

the sweat from his brow and kissed Zhuang Lingjin's shoulder: "I love you the most, sister...you're so beautiful...so beautiful...I

want you so much." With that, Yang Tianming thrust forward with all his might, slamming Zhuang Lingjin against

the wall, fully penetrating her anus, stretching open her small passage.

"Ahhh! Ah...so good...so big...you naughty brother...I can't take it anymore!"

Zhuang Lingjin , supporting her waist, continued to seduce Yang Tianming. Yang Tianming pressed down on Zhuang Lingjin's waist, launching

a relentless assault on her rear. Wave after wave, he fucked Zhuang Lingjin until she cried out in agony. "Little brother is so amazing

… Sister can't take it… I'm about to cum… Just give it all to sister," Yang Tianming said, also getting into the swing of things, his hands

groping aimlessly, from her waist to her lower abdomen, gripping her waist and

thrusting . "Sister, kiss me… kiss me now!"

Zhuang Lingjin's waist was pressed down, preventing her from straightening up. She could only lean back, turning her face to

hook her tongue around Yang Tianming's. Her long hair draped over her shoulders was already enough to make Yang Tianming lose control; the girl's smile, her tongue licking

her lips, made him irresistibly drawn, and he greedily kissed Zhuang Lingjin. The two men throbbed with passion,

their breaths mingling with the soft scent of the young woman's body, her sweet saliva, and the tightness of her buttocks.

Yang Tianming's penis pounded wildly in the woman's anus, plunging straight to her core, so hot that Zhuang Lingjin, who had been leaning

against the wall, collapsed to the floor, pleading with Yang Tianming, "Little brother, I'm going to lose it, I can't take it!" Yang

Tianming was only bluffing; faced with such a beautiful, naked body, he could no longer restrain himself, crying out, "Sister

is so beautiful, I love you the most, give me everything!"

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

They both reached climax simultaneously. A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed from Zhuang Lingjin's narrow vagina, and hot

semen roared into her womb. Their minds went blank, as if they had entered

a state , enjoying seemingly endless pleasure.

They clung tightly to each other, as if finding a sense of security in the narrow, dark room.

After the climax, Yang Tianming quickly regained his senses. If Zhuang Lingjin woke up, she would

definitely . Yang Tianming's penis shrank back in fear. He quickly put Zhuang Lingjin aside, pulled up his pants,

rushed out, grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and stimulants from the infirmary, and hurriedly ran to the airport.

Zhuang Lingjin gradually woke up, thinking she had just had a dream. Suddenly, she realized that she had just been talking to Yang

Tianming . Only then did Zhuang Lingjin realize that she had embarked on a path of no return. She quickly straightened her clothes, picked up her torn

underwear, wiped the semen and vaginal fluid from the floor, wrapped it in her coat, opened the door, and rushed back to her

room . While checking her smartwatch to ask her subordinates where Yang Tianming was, she disposed of her "stolen goods,"

throwing them into a garbage bag, packing them up, and throwing them into the base's trash can.

The Russians had already left Yang Tianming a J-35 from the Shanghai Cooperation Organisation for business trips to the East. With the

Shanghai Cooperation Organisation (SCO) designation, Yang Tianming could now openly pilot his vehicle from the Northwest into China.

Above the ancient Silk Road, a disheveled young man slept soundly.

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