Shadow Watch: King's Action

Chapter 1: Rescue

In 2070, 20 years after the Omnic Crisis, humanity and omnics enjoyed a period of peaceful coexistence.
However, an extremist omnic organization known as the "Zeroers" plotted a terrorist attack, attempting to reignite
the war between humans and omnics.

Overwatch immediately dispatched a special team to King's Road, London, to rescue the trapped civilians and eliminate the remaining
Zeroers. The team members included battlefield medic Dr. Angela Ziegler, Lieutenant Reinhardt
Wilhelm , lead engineer Lindholm, and a new member of Overwatch: Tracer Lina Oxton.

Morrison, the commander of this operation, sat in the command center and said, "Guys, the British
government has refused Overwatch's involvement in the operation. Therefore, this is a secret mission for you. No backup, no
supplies, everything is up to you! The task of rescuing Mondata and the mayor is yours! Complete
the mission , and more importantly, come back alive!"

On the Overwatch plane, Reinhardt was polishing his beloved rocket hammer. He brandished the hammer and
shouted, "Ha! I'll let those omnics taste the power of this hammer! I'll show them the precision of
German craftsmanship!" Reinhardt hummed a cheerful German folk song, confident in the operation.

Torbj?rn, standing nearby, wasn't interested in the folk song, but was quite interested in the hammer in Reinhardt's hand.

He pulled out a small engineering hammer from his backpack and gestured, "Don't underestimate this little hammer; it can build anything.
Reinhardt, let me see how sturdy your armor is." With that, Torbj?rn picked up the hammer and tried to smash
Reinhardt 's armor. Reinhardt was fed up with Torbj?rn's habit of wanting to repair anything he saw. Seeing Torbj?rn's
fanatical gaze holding the hammer, Reinhardt ran away in fright.

Tracer was a new member of Overwatch. At 19, she still had a touch of youthful innocence and
the freckles typical of British girls. She had recently learned to control her time-travel ability, and this was her first mission. Tracer
was a cheerful British girl, and with her homeland being attacked by evil omnics, she felt duty-bound to stand
up . She looked out the window; the plane had already reached London, which was now ravaged by war,
filled with smoke and fire.

Just as she was looking on with worry, Dr. Ziegler patted her on the shoulder from behind. "It's alright,
Lina, we'll succeed. The people of London are counting on us. Believe in yourself, we've put
a lot of effort into you, and the Commander has high hopes for you too."

Ziegler pointed to the time stabilizer on Tracer's chest. Two years ago, due to a flight accident, Tracer
fell into a time vortex. It was Winston who invented the time stabilizer, allowing Tracer to return to reality. As a result
, Tracer gained the ability to time travel. With this advantage, even Genji, known for his agility,
couldn't withstand Tracer's attacks. Just now at the training base, Tracer easily defeated Genji using her Blink ability.

Tracer hugged Ziegler. At the base, Dr. Ziegler was like a gentle older sister, taking great
care of the newcomer Tracer. She was exceptionally kind and friendly, always wearing a loving smile. No wonder Dr. Ziegler was
called "Angel."

"Thank you, Dr. Ziegler. I will definitely live up to your expectations. Let's work together!"

Ziegler stroked the little girl in front of him, which reminded her of when she first joined Overwatch, also
fighting with a heart to save the world.

"Alright! Time to get off the plane, guys!" Reinhardt's loud voice interrupted the two girls' tenderness.
"We're about to enter the Zero-point air strike zone. We have to walk through the subway to get in. Come on! Let's
do something big!"

Chapter Two: The Attack

The Special Operations Team walked through the London Underground. "Guys, check your gear.
We're about to start fighting." Reinhardt patted his armor to remind everyone.

"Don't worry, old man, my Forge is always ready!" Torbj?rn said confidently.
Dealing was his forte, and he was full of confidence in dealing with Omnics.

"No problem, sir!" Tracer touched the time stabilizer on her chest. A flash of light, and Tracer
appeared ten meters in front of everyone. Another flash, and she was back in the same spot, as if nothing had happened.

"Time stabilizer working... Let's get to work!" Tracer spoke in her distinctive London accent, amusing
everyone .

"Medical equipment working properly, everything ready!" Ziegler lit up her angel wings. Besides her
signature Valkyrie armor, she was also carrying a large tank of healing serum on her back for this mission. There were thousands of
injured civilians, and the medical energy of her combat suits was far from enough. This tank of healing serum was
her backup.

"The light is dim ahead, watch out for ambushes." Reinhardt walked at the front, raising a barrier to protect
everyone .

Sure enough, just around a corner, a group of omnics appeared ahead, their laser weapons
firing "rat-a-tat-tat" at the team. Just as Tracer was about to use "Flashback" to avoid the damage, the laser
beam vanished into thin air as soon as it touched the barrier. Countless attacks were blocked by the massive barrier.

"Don't worry, friends. I'm your shield!" Reinhardt confidently raised his shield and
advanced step by step.

"Wow! Reinhardt, your shield is amazing!" Tracer exclaimed in surprise. She raised her
Pulse Pistol and mowed down all the Omnics in front of her. "Haha, that was easy. Looks like the Zeroers
aren't so bad ." She no longer hid behind Reinhardt's shield. Taking
advantage of the narrow terrain and her "Flash" ability, she dashed forward, firing her Pulse Pistol incessantly,
scattering .

"I've cleared the area, everyone, keep going... Ah!" With Tracer's scream, a bright flash of light from
an explosion . The diminutive Torbj?rn, with his sharpest eyes, exclaimed, "It's an EMP bomb! The little girl is in danger!"

Hearing this, Ziegler immediately activated her Valkyrie armor; the "Guardian Angel" function allowed her to
instantly fly to her teammate's side. With a flap of her wings, she soared forward.

"Lina, watch out!" Ziegler rushed to Tracer's side, spreading her wings to shield her.

Just as Ziegler managed to catch Tracer and was flying back, a loud gunshot rang out from the distant darkness.
A beam of red light struck Ziegler squarely in the back, piercing the healing serum tank and
knocking him down from mid-air. Ziegler, preoccupied with throwing Tracer forward, yelled, "Get back to
Reinhardt !"

Reinhardt, using Charge to reach them, accidentally triggered a roadside trap, detonating two bombs—one an EMP bomb, the other a live one. The deafening tremor shattered the
dilapidated subway structure, sending piles of reinforced concrete crashing down. 　　Affected by the EMP, Reinhardt's barrier temporarily failed; he only had time to pull Tracer to his side before the falling debris nearly buried the road ahead. Wounded Ziegler collapsed to the ground, about to be isolated . Behind the falling rocks, she shouted, "Don't worry about me! Get out of here! It's a trap. Finish the mission!" 　　Another red flash appeared, and a bullet struck Reinhardt precisely at his feet. Without his shield, Reinhardt couldn't cover Ziegler's retreat; this was clearly a warning from the assassins. He could only pick up Tracer and leave, crying out in anguish, "Let's go, we're out!" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Chapter 3: Modification 　　Ziegler was in excruciating pain. The bullet had not only shattered the healing serum canister but also pierced her back . She could feel blood gushing from her left abdomen; at this rate, she would bleed to death in minutes. She looked around in despair. The dark subway was empty; since the deafening gunshot, it had become deathly silent again. 　　Ziegler gasped for breath, her vision blurred by blood loss. She had to stop the bleeding. She suddenly saw the shattered healing fluid spilled all over the ground—the very lifeline meant to save thousands of injured people. 　　With difficulty, she uttered a few words, "Valkyrie, activate emergency treatment..." Then she fainted . 　　After an unknown amount of time, Ziegler awoke. The wound on her left abdomen had completely healed, and the healing fluid on the ground was gone. It turned out that the Valkyrie system, in order to save the dying Ziegler, had forcibly absorbed the remaining fluid and injected it into her body, filling the wound and repairing her body. 　　However, the healing fluid was a highly concentrated solution, meant to be combined with other components and converted by the "Angel's Staff" to become gentle healing energy. Now, to revive the dying Ziegler, it had been directly injected into her body. Regardless of whether her body could withstand it, even if she survived, the high concentration of fluid flowing inside her body could have unpredictable consequences. 　　Ziegler glanced at the vital signs monitor on her arm. She vaguely remembered that before she lost consciousness, her vital signs had dropped to only 9%, but now they had risen to 126%, then suddenly jumped to 127%. Could this thing even break 100%? 　　She was extremely puzzled; even as a medical doctor, she didn't know the current situation. 　　She stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and confirmed that the wound on her left abdomen had indeed completely healed. She shifted her body , feeling incredibly light and comfortable, even a little warm. She tried activating the Valkyrie System, and as the angel wings unfolded, she immediately felt a surge of heat flowing through her body. 　　"It's the healing serum… enough for thousands of people, and now it's all been absorbed into my body… unbelievable ." 　　"Warning! Warning! Vital signs have exceeded the body's limits, body temperature is rising, and unpredictable ." 　　The Valkyrie System issued a dangerous warning. During the time Ziegler activated the Valkyrie System, the vital signs monitor began to fluctuate violently again, rising by 7%, reaching 134%. 　　"Unpredictable! It means..." Ziegler hurriedly shut down the Valkyrie, but the heat had already spread throughout her body. She now felt extremely hot, and her body began to itch, as if... a certain part of her was growing ! 　　"Growing? So that's... Ugh!" Ziegler knelt down in pain, one hand supporting herself on the ground, the other clutching her chest. 　　"My breasts, why my breasts..." The heat was now all drilling into Ziegler's breasts, the thin stream of heat constantly stimulating her body, her breasts were visibly swelling! 　　"So itchy... so uncomfortable..." Ziegler subconsciously kneaded her breasts with both hands, the heat spreading even more with the massage , her breasts growing larger with each kneading. 　　"I see... The effect of healing energy is to promote cell and tissue regeneration, and the healing essence not only regenerates cells, but also causes them to begin proliferating growth, and the most suitable cells for proliferation are mammary gland cells... Hmm ... Ahhhhh!" 　　Outside a London Underground station, a woman with a shapely bottom, wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit and purplish-blue skin slowly emerged , a smug smile on her lips. Her cold, topaz eyes were devoid of any emotion. 　　Her bewitchingly beautiful face and captivating expression constantly exuded a deadly allure. She casually tossed her long ponytail and said to the air, "Come out, Sombra, congratulations on passing Black Claw 's review! Nice EMP!" 　　After saying that, Black Lily turned her head and looked into the depths of the subway, whispering, "Shadow Watch—Activate!" 　　Chapter Four: Shame Ziegler knelt on the ground in discomfort, his chest itching unbearably. In a short while, his breasts had swelled from a C cup to an H cup. The custom-made combat suit was stretched taut, making it difficult , but it was a perfect fit. 　　She cut a slit along the chest area to release some of her swollen breasts, and two bulged out from the cut. However, because her breasts were so swollen, the small opening wasn't enough to relieve the pressure. In desperation, she cut two circular holes along the chest area, letting her two full breasts hang straight out, which finally made her feel much better. 　　"This is so embarrassing..." Ziegler gently stroked her breasts. Instead of sagging, her overgrown breasts had swelled into round, plump papaya-like nipples. Looking at the dramatic change in her breasts, which she had been with day and night , Ziegler felt a stirring within herself. 　　With a touch of curiosity, Ziegler gazed at his own bright red nipples, like two delicate pink puddings adorning his round breasts. A warm current flowed through his body, coursing through his body with every breath.

Stimulating her tender nipples, she made them swell and grow. She gently pinched one with her fingers, and a tingling, electric sensation
instantly spread throughout her body.

"Ah—!" The intense stimulation and shame made her instinctively cover her chest with her hands, but with this
pressure , her two pink nipples actually gushed out a stream of white fluid. "It's...milk..."
She tried squeezing a few more times, and the fullness in her chest became more and more obvious. Each squeeze released a lot of white fluid, and
later, she didn't even need to squeeze; with each breath, white milk gushed out.

"This won't do; I have to think of something." Ziegler looked at the flowing milk on her chest, the
milky white milk running down her chest in two white streaks. She took out the storage containers from her combat suit, held them
to her chest, gently squeezed with one hand, and carefully caught the contents with the containers in the other.

In no time, four storage containers were filled. Pure white, freshly squeezed human milk, its aroma filling the air. Ziegler
curiously took a sip. The rich milky flavor had a subtle sweetness; she hadn't expected her own
milk to taste like this. Her

breasts, after being milked, had shrunk slightly, no longer as swollen as before, but still
about . Ziegler closed the storage containers, carefully storing the four containers filled with her freshly squeezed milk. She then realized that
her combat uniform was a one-piece design, and for the sake of fluid combat movement, she couldn't wear underwear underneath, not even a bra or
panties. In other words, she was completely naked after taking off her combat uniform.

Her breasts were blatantly exposed to the air; she couldn't just go out like this. Looking around
, she noticed the combat uniform had a skirt-like hem; she decided to simply tear it off to cover her chest. This avant-garde
style added a touch of sexiness and allure to this field medic.

After tidying her clothes and brushing off the dust, Ziegler tried her best to look presentable. But
the shattered healing serum tanks scattered on the ground… She looked at them with regret. Now, without it and having lost
contact with the team, Ziegler was genuinely worried about whether the mission could still be completed. In short, she first needed to leave the subway and reach the surface
before she could make any further plans.

Chapter Five: The Surface Back to the action team, Reinhardt, with Tracer and Torbj?rn, escaped the subway and
finally reached the surface. They weren't ambushed again along the way, confirming that the previous ambush was
aimed at them.

Reinhardt led a dejected Tracer by the hand. The EMP had affected her time-space stabilizer, temporarily preventing her from
using her time-travel ability. She felt deeply
guilty . Flashes of light occasionally appeared around her, as if she were about to disappear into a time-space vortex at any moment.

Reinhardt encouraged her, "Don't worry, little girl. Missions are never smooth sailing. Although Dr.
Ziegler unknown, we can still contact command, so things aren't too bad. Torbj?rn,
what's the situation with Morrison?"

Reinhardt and Tracer's communication equipment had been destroyed in the explosion, except for
Torbj?rn, who . He said, "Command intelligence indicates that Ziegler's vital signs dropped to a dangerous
level, but she's slowly recovering. It must be the Valkyrie system working; don't worry about her safety.
Also , they discovered Black Widow has arrived in London!"

"Black Widow? I've heard Commander Anna mention her name. She's a ruthless sniper trained by Talon
. She must have been the one who ambushed us in the subway. Be extremely careful in the upcoming missions; I
wonder if she'll still be lurking in the shadows," Reinhardt replied.

"But how did they escape the Zeroes' anti-aircraft fire? Is
Talon ?" Tracer asked, puzzled. "I don't know. Talon's influence is all over the world, and most terrorist activities are related to
them . But we Overwatch were founded to combat their evil ambitions, weren't we?"
Reinhardt replied confidently.

His words strengthened the group's resolve, and they continued towards the signal station to cut off the Zeroes' signal terminal!

Chapter Six: Fans

In London, a young man was looking around, seemingly hiding from something. He crouched low, tiptoeing
quickly through the alleyways. Suddenly, he heard something, startling him so much that he immediately pressed himself against the wall, afraid to breathe
. A patrol of omnics passed by on the street he had just walked through, not noticing him, and
continued on their way . The young man breathed a sigh of relief and slowly emerged from the alleyway.

But as soon as he stepped out, the omnics in front of him sounded an alarm. They immediately turned and
opened fire on the young man's position. Fortunately, the young man reacted quickly, rolling into a nearby shop. The omnics were
rushing , their machine guns still firing.

At this critical moment, several bright yellow laser bullets flew past, obliterating the patrolling omnics
. The person was none other than Dr. Ziegler, who had emerged from the subway! Ziegler quickly stepped forward and pulled the young man out of
the shop . "Are you alright? Let me see if you're injured anywhere." The young man looked at the
kind and gentle woman before him and the mark on her arm, immediately recognizing her.

"You are, Dr. Angela Ziegler, the angel of Overwatch! Oh my god, you are my idol! I
've heard your story since I was a child, and becoming a doctor like you, saving lives, has always been my aspiration! Holy
Lord! You really didn't abandon us. That damned British government did nothing, and Overwatch really did come to our rescue!"
The young man excitedly began to pray on the spot.

Seeing that the young man had no serious injuries, Ziegler asked, "Where did you come from? Why are you alone?"
The young man, agitated, stammered, "Dr. Ziegler, I...we came from the nearby medical station. A few days ago,
the Zeroes launched a terrorist attack in London, displacing thousands. We're all refugees who have gathered together.
I just went to search for food nearby, but the Omnics' encirclement is too tight. If this continues, I'm afraid we won't last more than a few days
..."

Her professional instincts as a healer compelled her to hug the young man and comfort him, disregarding her own tattered
appearance . Ziegler held the young man close, reassuring him, "It's alright, Overwatch will rescue you!"
Her large breasts pressed against the young man's face, making it difficult for him to breathe. The young man was somewhat surprised; he didn't recall
Mercy 's breasts being this large. And why did he smell a faint milky scent?

However, Ziegler immediately realized this and quickly released his grip on the young man. The young man's face
was slightly flushed, his eyes fixed on the angel's tattered combat suit, a mixture of shyness and excitement in his gaze.
Ziegler hurriedly covered his chest, explaining, "It was torn during the battle with the omnics, don't overthink it."

Ziegler stood up, and the young man saw a new sight. The combat suit originally had a skirt-like
hem , but Ziegler had torn it off along with it, revealing the tight combat pants underneath. At
this close range, the young man could clearly see that the angel's lower body was tightly wrapped in black fabric,
vaguely outlining the shape of her mons pubis.

Coupled with her unusually large breasts, the young man suddenly felt that the real angel was incredibly
sexy and alluring, making his mind race. The young man stared at the angel's perfect figure for
a while, making Ziegler blush.

Although Ziegler was a mature woman in her thirties,
the bewildered seemed to transport her back to her teenage years. She said coquettishly, "Alright,
have you seen enough? Take me to your medical station."

The young man said his name was Chester, a medical graduate student at the University of London, and that it was hearing about the angel's deeds
that inspired him to pursue medicine. Along the way, Chester told Ziegler many more stories about her; the young
man truly admired Ziegler.

Chapter Seven: The Medical Station

After passing through countless alleys, the young man led Ziegler to an abandoned factory.
Several makeshift tents had been erected, dividing the empty factory into several areas. Inside, a row of simple
wooden beds lined both sides of the aisle, filled with wounded and sick soldiers. The lighting inside was dim, indicating
extremely difficult conditions.

“When the Zeroers attacked, I was with my mentor. He risked his life to let me escape.
Before he died, he told me to save as many people as possible. So, I had to fulfill my mentor’s last wish. I went everywhere
to help the wounded and sick, using the medical school’s limited equipment to save as many people as possible.” Chester
described the situation at the medical station to Ziegler, his tone heavy as he spoke.

“Let me take you to change your clothes first. You don’t look like a good doctor right now.”
Chester led Ziegler to another tent, gave her a new set of clothes, and pulled the curtain closed before leaving.
Actually it was called a curtain, but there were large gaps on both sides, and people outside could clearly see what was going on inside.

Ziegler held the clothes in her hands, and now she was in a dilemma. It was a black off-the-shoulder bodycon cheongsam
with a white medical coat. “Chester, don’t you have any pants or something?” “The conditions
are tough , I had no choice. This is the only thing that fits. Please bear with it.” Chester’s voice
came from outside.

Because she was wearing a one-piece combat suit, Ziegler wasn't wearing a bra, probably to avoid affecting
the flow , including her underwear. That's why she
blushed shyly when Chester stared at her genitals. At that close distance, it was practically the same as seeing the shape of her genitals directly.

Ziegler took off her shirt, revealing a pair of heavy, enormous breasts. These breasts
were significantly larger than before, at least an E-cup, all thanks to the treatment fluid. Injecting a high-concentration fluid directly
into the human body was an experiment never done before, and no one knew what serious consequences it would produce. If it was just
like this, it was a blessing in disguise, at least making her even more sexy and alluring.

At this moment, Ziegler noticed a pair of eyes watching her from outside the curtain. Without a doubt, it was
Chester . Ziegler was exasperated; this young man claimed to admire her, yet he kept doing these
sneaky things. However, Ziegler had her own plans. She spoke, "Chester! Is that you? I knew
you were outside!"

Chester, outside the curtain, was startled. His gaze had been fixed on Ziegler's chest ever since.
He never imagined his goddess would be so alluring in real life, causing him inner turmoil.
On one hand, he feared his actions might be disrespectful to his idol, yet on the other hand, he couldn't control his desires.

"Come in, Chester, I have something to say to you." Ziegler's tone was calm, and Chester didn't
detect any anger in it, but he was still worried. He slowly lifted the curtain. Chester felt ashamed and
dared not meet Ziegler's eyes. However, Ziegler maintained her gentle angelic image, smiling and inviting him in.

Chester entered and was shocked. He immediately tried to leave, but Ziegler grabbed him and forced
him to sit down. It turned out that Ziegler was covering her chest with one hand, her upper body completely bare! She began,
"Chester, weren't you staring at my chest? Were you surprised? Actually,
the changes only happened recently." Then Ziegler told
Chester about the attack on the subway and the body-modifying treatment.

"The treatment not only repaired my body but also increased my mammary gland cells, making it
look ." As she spoke, Ziegler covered her nipples with her hands, preventing Chester from seeing
the two bright red points. "I heard you're a medical student too. I showed you my chest just to let you understand my situation and see if you have
any ways to help me. Don't think I'm a shameless woman, and don't think there will be any lewd things
between . Understand, Chester?"

Chester was stunned by Ziegler's words. The scene he witnessed upon entering instantly sparked a thousand thoughts in
his mind , but the bizarre story that followed made him feel like he was reading a fantasy
novel. Then, a sudden change of tone extinguished all his unspoken fantasies. Hearing Ziegler state
his bottom line, he felt a sense of relief. The goddess image hadn't collapsed; in fact, it had grown even
more .

He stood there stunned for a long time, finally managing to stammer out, "I majored in chemical medicine, so this kind of situation
is indeed possible. I'll go back and research it." Ziegler then took out four storage containers. "They contain
the milk I expressed…you can take them and analyze it." If the previous scene had already made Chester's
crotch bulge, this time he was about to have a nosebleed! He tremblingly accepted the containers, as if accepting…
Like a sacred treasure. Upon receiving it, he was so excited he rushed out of the tent, completely overwhelmed.

After Chester left, Ziegler also got dressed. The black cheongsam accentuated her figure beautifully,
and she let her hair down, giving her a more domestic and sexy look. Finally, she put on
a white coat, making her look like a family doctor.

Having changed her appearance, Ziegler ran to find Chester. This young man, though full of wicked schemes,
was quite decisive in his actions. After getting the jar containing Ziegler's milk, he didn't do anything filthy;
instead, he immediately experimented on the wounded, with remarkable results. This milk had the same effect as healing
energy ; wounds began to heal instantly when sprinkled on them.

Chester was thrilled by this result. He was about to tell Ziegler when he turned around and saw
Ziegler, now dressed. Oh! Perhaps this was the true angel: Ziegler, with her flowing hair, wore a curvaceous
cheongsam over a white lab coat, exuding both sexiness and elegance.

"But why are you wearing combat trousers? It looks so incongruous."

"Mind your own business..." (Of course, it's because I'm not wearing underwear; with just a cheongsam, my butt is completely
exposed!)

Chester went up and gave Ziegler a big hug, telling her the good news of the experiment's success. "It's a success
! All the efforts so far haven't been in vain. There's still hope for the thousands of injured civilians in London. That's wonderful."
Ziegler smiled with relief.

On a Black Talon patrol aircraft, the Sombra's locator emitted a signal. "We've located the angel!
In an abandoned factory in the south of the city, right in the blind spot of the Zeroers' scan."

Black Lily smiled smugly. "Looks like my sniper bullets are working really well.
The locator has taken effect, so her body should start 'changing' too. Contact Moira and tell her we can
go and capture her. Where's the action team? Have they reached the first signal station? Good. Let them continue. Once
they reach the church, the real show will begin, hehehehe..."

Ziegler was unaware that a massive conspiracy was brewing, a plan called Shadow Watch!

Chapter Eight: Abduction

At the medical station, Ziegler and Chester had jointly discovered that human body fluids modified with the healing essence
possessed healing energy-like effects. Now they needed a conversion device to stably achieve this conversion, just like
the Angel's Staff in Ziegler's hand. But their good fortune didn't last long. Before they could spend time researching, a Black Talon fighter jet
suddenly landed, knocked them both unconscious, and took them away. The specific details are unnecessary to elaborate on.

Ziegler awoke in a sealed white room. A large glass window faced him, and
outside lay what appeared to be a control panel. Several researchers in white lab coats moved about, while Moira,
with a .

Ziegler was excited to see Moira; he hadn't expected her to appear in London. Moira was a renowned
genetic engineer. Several years ago, she published a paper on genetic engineering to alter the human body. Because it was considered too
radical, she faced suppression from the academic community and was forced to join Shadowwatch, working underground. After
Shadowwatch disbanded, she disappeared without a trace. Rumors circulated that Talon had been secretly supporting her research.

Moira stretched out her hands. Her once-normal palms were now withered and thin, connected to catheters
that led to a tank of biochemical fluid on her back. It seemed the device on her arms could convert this fluid into
different types of energy. Her left hand emitted a yellow healing light, while her right hand emitted a purple withering light.

Seeing Moira's appearance, Ziegler had a sudden thought. This portable energy conversion
device was exactly the same as the healing serum she originally carried! Within Overwatch's research base, this
high-purity serum couldn't be extracted directly; it required a specialized conversion system,
like her Mercy's Staff.

The device Moira held was clearly not Overwatch technology, which meant that the rumors of Talon
's support were very likely true. In that case, their current situation was dangerous. This might very well be Talon
's base.

"So it was all part of your plan? You separated me from the team in the subway, then kidnapped me
here. Damn it! What are your motives?!"

Moira said calmly. "It's Talon continuing to support my research. Admit it, Ziegler,
Overwatch is already on its last legs. Choosing a better path won't hurt you."

"You're blinded by prejudice. Look at everything before you! Global panic, world crisis—which
of events has nothing to do with Talon? Is this the right path for the future you speak of?!" Ziegler knew Moira's
character well. She was a radical scientist; even when her scientific hypotheses were opposed worldwide, she would still
find ways to continue her research, and it was at that time that Talon extended an olive branch to her.

"This world needs to change. People have to pay a price. Any change takes time,
doesn't it?" Moira shook her head. "The level of warfare keeps improving, but medical methods just can't
keep up. We've been searching for a continuous energy source that can provide a large amount of healing energy."

"We tampered with your healing serum, and you absorbed it all, didn't you? Congratulations on becoming
the first person in Project Phantom Watch. Don't worry, we'll release you once the experiment is successful. You can still go
and save those wounded civilians."

"Now let's see just how well you can perform!" Moira laughed maniacally,
frantically pressing the buttons on the control panel.

Chapter Nine: Internal Energy

Several Black Talon soldiers entered the room. They grabbed Ziegler, tied him to a cross-shaped
pillar, his arms outstretched, his legs raised in an M-shape, and gagged him with a cloth.

"This might hurt a little," Moira's voice came through the broadcast system.

Purple smoke billowed from around the room. Inhaling it, Ziegler felt a surge of heat
coursing through her body, growing stronger and stronger until sweat beaded on her forehead.
Ziegler glared at Moira on the control panel, struggling violently, but Moira simply smiled seductively at her,
leaving her helpless.

A surge of heat spread throughout Ziegler's body, feeling exactly like when she had just woken up in the subway, that swelling
sensation returning to her chest. "Ugh...uh..." Ziegler groaned in discomfort, her eyes
closed , gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently. The heat stimulating her nipples made
her feel itchy and tingly all over. She tried to twist her hands, but they were tightly bound and she couldn't move at all.

"Hmph, her milk's starting to come in. Go, take off her shirt!" A Black Claw soldier stepped forward
, grabbed Ziegler's clothes, and ripped them to shreds. Instantly, her enormous, swollen breasts sprang
out, the bright red nipples standing erect, blooming like vibrant flowers in the center. As Ziegler
struggled, her breasts swayed back and forth, making the guards stare wide-eyed.

"Oh, they're so round and plump now. Looks like they're developing very well. Go bring that kid up!"
Moira gave the order, and her men brought up a young man, Chester, who had been brought in with them, his hands
bound and handcuffed. Moira made him look at Ziegler, who was naked in the room.

"Look, Chester. This is the goddess you've always admired. See her true face. Now,
I'm giving you a chance, Chester, to be the first participant in this plan, how about it?"

"No! Don't come over! Those are all lies, you'll definitely regret it!"
Ziegler shook her head violently, screaming inwardly, her terrified eyes constantly signaling to Chester.

This was the first time Chester had seen Ziegler completely naked, and it was undoubtedly a huge shock to him. Her two
bright red nipples were like two beams of burning light hitting his vision, making him swallow hard.

Chester wavered. On one hand, the goddess he had admired for years was noble and pure; on the other hand,
the opportunity was right before his eyes. He ultimately hesitated before heading towards the room where Ziegler was imprisoned.

Upon seeing this, Ziegler let out a mournful cry; even her only ally
had betrayed . Chester entered the room, avoiding Ziegler's gaze.

At that moment, Moira, at the control panel, broadcast: "Chester, there's a machine over there. Go connect
the catheter to Ziegler's breasts, then squeeze her milk into the machine. Hurry!"

Chester took the machine to Ziegler, whose eyes were already filled with terrified tears. She
shook her head repeatedly, telling him not to do it. But those swaying, enormous breasts were simply too tempting. He
closed his eyes, steeled himself, and connected the catheter to her erect nipples.

A weak electric current traveled through the tube to Ziegler's body. The sensitive stimulation caused her to lose control instantly. Her
already swollen breasts couldn't withstand the strain, and her engorged nipples gushed out streams of white milk.
A suction force at the other end of the tube drew the milk into the machine.

Ziegler, stripped of her dignity, howled in pain, closing her eyes and weeping incessantly, unwilling to accept what
was happening . But her body was uncooperative; her swollen breasts
continued to gush milk rhythmically, and the machine sucked at her swollen nipples in rhythm.

It must be admitted that this sucking gave her an intense pleasure. In just a few moments, her cries of pain
turned into seductive moans, though not of her own volition, the sounds were undeniably arousing
.

Chester stood silently before Ziegler, watching everything unfold. He felt that since things had progressed this far
, perhaps what he did next wouldn't be too much. So he reached out and began to caress Ziegler's breasts.
The soft, cotton-like touch immediately intoxicated him, and he gradually forgot the boundaries he
had set for . He began to slowly and forcefully knead and rub the breasts, pressing and kneading them in circles around the nipples, as if he were kneading a
lump of white dough. The full breasts deformed wildly under his hands, sometimes flattened and sometimes bounced back
. The bouncy, soft feel drove him increasingly wild.

Later, he simply pulled out the tube on the right side and began to use his mouth to catch the gushing milk. His nimble
tongue swirled wildly on the nipple. Unlike the cold tube, his tongue was wet, warm, and slippery, like a water snake
coiling around the nipple. This gave Ziegler even greater stimulation, and the milk gushed out even more violently. Chester began to suckle
vigorously , and his mouth was soon full of Ziegler's milk.

Chester swallowed the sweet milk with satisfaction, a look of ecstasy on his face. He removed
the gag from Ziegler's mouth, and she immediately burst into tears. Her head hung low, her brow furrowed, trying to salvage her
last shred of dignity.

"Let me go, are you comfortable now? Are you satisfied with how I am now!" Ziegler cried, her voice choked with sobs
. She was heartbroken; she hadn't expected Chester to betray her too.

The machine had collected enough milk, and Moira ordered the catheters removed.
Her nipples, now red and swollen from being sucked, were stretched long, with a few drops of milk still leaking out. Even
so, Ziegler's breasts remained firm, her cup size still above E.

The researchers collected this milk and quickly obtained their findings. Upon hearing the news, Moira's
face lit up with joy. Holding a vial of prepared treatment solution, she drew
a pistol and fired a shot into his arm. A large, gaping wound appeared instantly, and the guard
clutched his hand in pain.

Then she immediately injected the guard's hand with the healing fluid. With the injection, the wound healed at a
visible speed. After the fluid was fully injected, the hole was gone, replaced by
rapidly growing new skin. Within seconds, the wound was completely gone.

Ziegler was also stunned by the amazing healing effect. She stared blankly at her body, never
expecting such powerful regenerative abilities after being modified by the healing fluid. Even after ejaculating so much milk,
her chest felt warm again, as if energy was being continuously generated within her!

Chapter Ten: The Alluring Body

"Very good! Very good! The preliminary test has been successfully completed. Next, we will begin further testing.
Chester ! Now, take off Ziegler's pants."

What! Chester and Ziegler were both shocked, but immediately the Black Claw soldiers pressed guns against Chester's head.
On the door, a threat was made to urge him to do it quickly. Chester looked helplessly at Ziegler and silently said, "I'm sorry,
Dr. Ziegler!"

No! Ziegler instinctively tried to close her legs, but they were firmly held in place, spread wide
open in an M shape, with no privacy whatsoever. After the previous play, Ziegler's inner desire had already been
aroused ; her lower body was now wet, and her vagina was gushing with fluid.

Chester used scissors to cut open the triangle area of her tight combat pants, but this lingering feeling only made it more
erotic . Chester peeled back the torn fabric, completely exposing Ziegler's private parts.

Chester was stunned by the scene before him; even the private parts of the legendary angel were as beautiful as an angel's. The smooth, hairless,
pink vulva did not look like that of a woman in her thirties at all; it should be the vulva of a young girl in her early twenties
. It was clear how well Ziegler took care of herself.

If a smooth, white vulva might carry a mythical sense of purity, then a vulva oozing with lustful fluid carries
only erotic connotations. Ziegler's vulva was sticky, covered in a clear liquid, her labia slightly
parted, revealing the vaginal opening within.

"I'm curious, what wondrous changes occur when male bodily fluids are added to an angel's body. Chester,
you're blessed; you can be the first to enjoy an angel. How about it? Isn't this something you've always dreamed of?"
Moira's voice came from the control panel again, but her words were filled with a devilish undertone.

Ziegler shook her head frantically, pleading with Chester that she could forgive everything that had happened before, except for this
. It wasn't too late to turn back; let her go, don't believe the lies anymore.

But Chester was now in a bind, with no choice in the matter. He desperately wanted to rescue the angel, but
he knew he couldn't do it alone. A voice inside him kept telling him: "Instead of
getting caught up in this, just let loose and see how things go. Forget about morality for now!"

Driven by lust, Chester ignored Ziegler's advice and insisted on pulling down his pants, revealing his already
erect penis. Ziegler's eyes filled with despair at the sight. She knew further words were useless and could only silently
endure.

The large glans pressed against the entrance of Ziegler's vagina. She hadn't experienced intimacy in many years;
like parched land receiving rain, like withered trees finding spring again, this wondrous sensation stirred her memories once more. A
voice inside her told her to let go of her resistance and indulge in the beauty of the moment.

So, Ziegler, who had just resisted so fiercely, now became very proactive, intentionally flattering Chester and responding
with moans of pleasure. "Mmm... Ahh. So good, hurry and put it in."

Chester kissed Ziegler's lips: "Sister Angela, you are the most perfect woman I have ever seen." The two
exchanged saliva with their tongues, their desire igniting their hearts, and the fire of lust slowly
rose .

"The drug has taken effect, not only changing her body, but also her heart." Moira
smiled smugly, silently observing Ziegler's current state.

Angela whispered softly in Chester's ear: "I haven't done this in a long time, be gentle when you come in." Chester
held Angela's waist, thrusting his lower body with his penis, slowly and forcefully, his hard penis slowly entering
Angela's vagina.

"Mmm... Ahhh... Ohhh..." Angela let out a comfortable moan, her vagina, which had been
undisturbed , was stretched open by a young and strong penis, and the sweet nectar surged like a tide, making her vagina instantly
lubricated, and the sticky love fluid immediately filled the entire vaginal wall.

"Has it been too long since I've done this? It feels so good, like a girl who has just tasted forbidden fruit , so
sensitive, and so much fluid is flowing out." Angela thought to herself. Since her body was repaired by the healing elixir, all
her senses had become more sensitive, and she always felt like she had inexhaustible energy to release!

Chester felt like he was dreaming. He was actually penetrating an angel's vagina, and the vaginal walls were sucking his penis in
circles , making his whole body tingle. He saw Angela in front of him
close her eyes comfortably, her face flushed, and she was making soft moaning sounds. These signals seemed to encourage
him to explore Angela's body more deeply, filling Chester with power. After getting used to the rhythm of the vaginal walls tightening,
he began to accelerate his thrusts, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina.

Angela's consciousness seemed to rise to heaven; at this moment, her body was no longer under her control. She seemed
to see a strong young man clinging tightly to a woman bound to a cross. The woman, with a seductive expression,
kept moaning, encouraging the young man to go further. The young man held the woman tightly, as if trying to push his entire penis into
her vagina , thrusting in and out with all his might. He fucked the woman until she was in ecstasy, her moans growing
louder and louder, slowly turning into cries of pleasure.

The woman's cries grew longer and higher, she was climbing to the peak of lust. Gradually, the cries
became rapid, the rhythm faster and faster, she was almost there. Angela felt it, the long-awaited orgasm was about to
come. Just one more thrust, just a little deeper.

"Faster...faster...fuck me harder...it's inside, so good...harder...
almost there...ahhh..." Angela's face was flushed, her mouth filled with lewd words. And
Chester on top of her was also thrusting hard, each impact stimulating her brain nerves, bringing her close to
the peak of sexual pleasure.

"Again...just a little more...I'm about to come, together...together, shoot inside me...
fill me with your semen," Angela seduced Chester with the most vulgar tone and the most lewd words.
She couldn't wait to experience an orgasm, to have their fluids mingle at the moment of climax—that would be the best.

Chester disregarded gentleness and restraint, unleashing his primal lust on the angel's body. Each
thrust hit her cervix, each thrust shattering the image of holiness he held for her.

"Come on! Come on...I'm a lewd angel, a bitch in heat, a whore anyone can have.
Come on...shoot it all into my womb! Ahhhhh...I'm coming...the hot semen is coming in!"
After a final, high-frequency thrust, Chester pressed his body tightly against Angela, his penis penetrating to
the deepest part of her vagina, trembling as he began to ejaculate.

"Ahhhhh!" he roared with satisfaction, like a beast making a victory declaration. Thick semen
filled the tight vagina, staining every inch of the flesh with his offspring.

"What a shameless bitch! Don't just stand there, come at me!" Moira ordered the guards
to ejaculate on Angela's face as well. The soldiers, receiving the order, eagerly unzipped their pants, pulled out their engorged
penises, and began to masturbate. A dozen soldiers stepped forward, surrounding Angela and frantically masturbating
her .

Several impatient soldiers were the first to ejaculate, spraying Angela's face with semen. A Black Claw soldier, seeing
Chester limp on top of Angela, was displeased and kicked him away, preparing to enjoy Angela's
vagina

Chester, pushed to the ground, was immediately held down by two other soldiers; he seemed to have forgotten one thing: he
wasn't the only one who could enjoy Ziegler's body. The blissful feeling he had previously experienced had led him to fantasize about Ziegler
becoming his personal plaything.

The harsh reality slapped him in the face: the goddess before him was now a bitch for anyone to violate,
any penis could be inserted into her tender cunt for enjoyment. Chester collapsed to the ground in despair, watching the Black Talon soldier press
his penis against Angela's entrance and mercilessly thrust it inside.

With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, the penis easily reached the very end, fucking Angela to the point of ecstasy.
These Black Talon soldiers, each with an exceptionally large penis, seemed to have penis length as a recruitment standard.

With such forceful thrusting, it probably reached places Chester had never even penetrated.

Angela's mouth wasn't idle either; the soldier who had ejaculated shoved his penis into her mouth, making her lick
the remaining semen from the glans. Angela was suffocating from the thick, hard penis shoved inside her. She whimpered and begged
them to go easy on her, but this only fueled the Black Claw soldiers' lust.

They hurled even more vulgar insults at Angela.

"The Mercy from Overwatch, huh? Haha, right now she's just a bitch licking my dick.
If she's an angel, she'll forgive us, right? So it's okay if we shoot in her mouth, right?
Hahahaha."

"Exactly, she's supposed to be an angel, but her pussy is as slutty as a prostitute's, constantly sucking my
dick! Oh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum in the angel's holy pussy!"

"Angel's milk must be the best in the world, right? Let me taste it. I squeezed so much just now,
but it still produces milk when I touch it. It's incredibly lewd!"

The Talon soldier kept humiliating Ziegler with all sorts of vulgar language, which made Chester very angry. He wanted to
fight back , but was punched to the ground. "What kind of daydream are you having? Who do you think you can protect? You're just a
loser!" The Talon soldier looked at Chester with a mocking gaze, his fist warning him that there would be no second
chance .

After being repeatedly violated by more than ten soldiers, Angela was covered in a large amount of semen. A thick layer of
white fluid smeared her face and chest, making her look extremely lewd. When the last man withdrew his penis after ejaculating,
a stream of thick semen slowly flowed from Angela's vagina. Her labia were swollen and red from the manipulation, wide open and unable
to close . Now, Angela's body was filled with men's semen inside and out; calling her a complete semen-draining machine
would not be an exaggeration.

The researcher handed her a syringe and injected it into Angela's body. He ordered a soldier to spread Angela
's legs, exposing her private parts to everyone, and wait quietly for a few minutes.

The soldier squatted down, adjusted the ropes binding Angela, and stretched her M-shaped legs to their limit,
turning them into a cross-shaped spread. Her swollen and red labia were clearly displayed to everyone. The soldier even reached into
her vagina and dug, and another large stream of semen flowed out.

Aroused, Angela felt a tingling and numb sensation in her lower body. The injection had taken effect, and she suddenly felt a strong
urge to urinate. But she was too embarrassed to speak, so she pleaded with the soldier in a low voice, "Please...please,
don't do it anymore...I, I need to, I need to pee..."

The soldier, knowing full well what she meant, teased, "What do you need? Say it louder, I can't hear you."

"I need to...I need to go to the toilet, let me go to the toilet..."

"Go to the toilet for what? Say it."

"I...I can't hold it in anymore."

"Oh, you need to pee. Just pee here, let everyone see what it's like for an angel to pee."

"Stop it...really, I can't hold it anymore. Huff...ahhh..."

Angela's face flushed red, and the urge to urinate became increasingly urgent. She instinctively controlled her lower body, contracting repeatedly, trying to hold it in for as
long as possible. The soldier saw Angela's vaginal opening frequently closing and opening, like a small mouth
breathing rapidly, and gradually a few drops of fluid dripped out.

"No...don't look...really, I can't take it anymore." Angela's vagina convulsed wildly,
but a woman's anatomy is not designed to hold urine. Despite her constant contractions, more and more fluid
gushed from her urethra.

The soldier laughed triumphantly at this sight. He decided to further stimulate the angel, causing her last line of defense
to crumble. He pinched Angela's nipple hard, and the instant stimulation caused her muscles to lose control. Finally, the surging
urine was released completely under pressure.

She let out a high-pitched moan and lifted her hips to urinate. The urine under pressure shot out in a straight line like a jet of water,
shooting straight ahead. Golden urine splashed in the air, several drops landing on Chester's face.

She cried out in pleasure, her nipples also spurting milk, her whole body like a spraying machine.

"Remember, from now on you're a human juicer. As soon as you taste a man's semen, you'll want to urinate and spray
milk. Understand?" Moira's broadcast voice rang out again, as if using a hypnotic tone to suggest.

"No! I didn't, I didn't!" She said this, but her body language offered no convincing evidence.
Angela 's gushing from her vagina lasted for over ten seconds, showing no signs of abating. The torrent of urine relentlessly washed away
Ziegler's inner dignity, causing her to completely break down.

After the climax, a large puddle of yellowish liquid formed in front of Angela. The continuous ejaculation left her somewhat
exhausted ; she breathed weakly, her disheveled hair a pitiful sight.

"Go lick that puddle clean!" The soldier untied Angela, and she immediately knelt
on the ground. "Hehehe, look! I wanted her to walk over, but she crawled over
like ! Hahahaha."

"No, I just didn't have the strength... I'm not a bitch..." Angela shed tears of humiliation as
she crawled on her knees, licking her own urine bit by bit.

"She's clearly a bitch, look at her deliberately sticking her ass out to seduce us, I want to fuck her again,
damn it!"

Inside the room, Angela was once again subjected to endless gang rape...

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