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The soaked silk hem suddenly rolled up, revealing a glimpse of the firm skin on the back of the thigh that was even more alluring. The enticing peach-shaped buttocks showed a round, full, and elastic shape due to the forceful compression of the fabric. You could even vaguely see the ambiguous indentation left by the transparent fabric deeper beneath the thin silk.
It felt like an unnamed fire was burning inside her, making her feel hot all over and flustered.
She couldn't tell if the burning sensation came from the summer night outside the window, from her disgust for that frivolous woman, or from... some deeper instinct that she herself was ashamed to admit, a stirring of an unspeakable emptiness and itch.
The boy's image began to appear in his mind uncontrollably, even more frequently than Mai Shiranui.
"And you too! You hateful little slut!"
The thought of the boy offering almost no resistance and even enjoying it fueled an even hotter anger that instantly overwhelmed her disgust for Mai Shiranui.
"How could he tolerate that... that shameless advances?! Couldn't he even push her away symbolically?!" Her pearly teeth unconsciously bit her full, moist lower lip, leaving a deep white mark.
"They have absolutely no bottom line!"
The bitterness of betrayal instantly tightened in her heart, followed by a strange, heavy sense of grievance—she couldn't explain where this grievance came from, yet it weighed heavily on her chest and made her nose sting.
“Maybe…it wasn’t his fault…” she subconsciously tried to defend the boy.
But that thought was quickly dismissed.
Because—that scantily clad woman with exaggerated curves that bordered on frivolous, clinging tightly to the seemingly helpless boy as if she were about to devour him—this image had once again forcefully crashed into her mind, vividly and without any explanation!
The intense visual stimulation, accompanied by an astonishing heat and a sense of shame, burned through her nerves.
Tifa's gaze was uncontrollably fixed on her mind—on Mai Shiranui's excessively "tumultuous" figure, accentuated by her rapid breathing. Those alluring curves were like a blinding glare, almost making her dizzy.
Why is it so big!
So dazzling!
So... vulgar!
"Ha! With that cumbersome thing..." His burning thoughts twisted and distorted in anger, giving rise to fantasies of venting his frustration:
"If you end up in the cowshed in Neilheim village, I'll squeeze you eight times a day! I'll make you run laps in that stinky pen with those two unsightly lumps of flesh on your head!"
"If you can't squeeze out two big buckets, hang you on the cowshed frame to dry! Squeeze you flat! Squeeze you to burst! Let's see what you can do then..."
A strange heat ignited deep within my body!
This raging fire overwhelmed her reason, mixed with shame and anger, causing her fingers to unconsciously, with a kind of ferocity that even she herself could not understand, and a kind of secret passion, suddenly and fiercely pinch her equally full and proud soft breasts!
"Ugh!" A short, suppressed groan escaped from his pale, bitten lips.
Ten fingers instantly sank deep into the slippery flesh, bringing a sharp pain. The knuckles turned white from the force, almost embedding themselves completely, as if to be crushed and destroyed, just as imagined! The brutal force felt not to be applied to themselves, but rather, through the transmission of pain, to be vented remotely on the milky white liquid being frantically squeezed in their fantasies—
Her violent gasps tore at her throat, and the sharp pain and strange numbness in her chest, where she had pinched herself so hard, surged like an electric current, causing her to be briefly jolted awake by the intense pain before being instantly engulfed by an even more turbulent wave of chaos!
The evil fire deep within his body, ignited by jealousy, anger, and some indescribable heat, not only failed to be extinguished by the pain of self-torture, but instead exploded like boiling oil being poured on it! The dam of reason teetered precariously under the onslaught of the scorching torrent.
"Anyway... there's nothing to do... and nobody's around, soon..." A dangerous thought quietly slipped across the edge of his chaotic consciousness.
Her full, moist lower lip was unconsciously licked, leaving a slightly wet and alluring sheen.
The hand that had just inflicted violence now possessed an irresistible allure that made even the soul tremble. Slowly, hesitantly, it slid along the sweaty, slippery curve of her waist and abdomen toward the Butterfly Valley, which was already tightly wrapped in the soaked silk and radiating an astonishing heat!
Looking at the boy she imagined in her mind, a twisted sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside her.
Ha, you wicked brat!
I'm using you as a side dish now, and there's nothing you can do about it!
It's not that you're harassing me! It's that I'm spoiling you!
Tifa felt that she was speaking with confidence now that she had taken her pants off!
But with just a light touch of her fingertips, she trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible electric current! A suppressed, broken sob squeezed out from between her tightly clenched teeth.
The thin, cicada-wing-like barrier on her delicate body now felt like a red-hot iron, scorching her fingertips and her already chaotic nerves.
Driven as if by some primal instinct, with an almost self-destructive resolve and a yearning for surrender, her slender fingers trembled with exploration, and finally…
My fingertips sank into that unspeakable, scalding, muddy abyss.
"Ugh——!"
The world collapsed in that instant! A scorching, overwhelming current, hot enough to incinerate all reason, transformed into a violent spasm that swept through the entire body!
She was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, her taut toes digging deep into the mattress, every inch of her skin trembling, burning, and melting in that overwhelming wave...
The ace pilot is taking off!!!
Lip, the boy who had just used the new sealing artifact to make a "holographic call," appeared in Tifa's room.
He was stunned...
A stream of crystal-clear water, under the dim light, suddenly rises high in an exaggerated yet clear arc!
The trajectory of the jet! The tip even shimmered with a wet reflection!
At the same time, below, Tifa's pair of taut, white, smooth thighs, with her toes deeply embedded in the mattress, suddenly convulsed violently!
Her waist arched in an extremely alluring curve, completely transforming into a honey-fleshed archway!
Holy crap!
That's so exciting! That's so thrilling!
Chapter 83 Shrimp Head Tifa! Shrimp Head White Queen! (Two more chapters to go, probably past midnight, brothers, get some sleep! Or2)
One wave after another!
The "video call" maintained by the seal continued to vibrate, and Tifa's suppressed breathing rose and fell amidst the static.
The light and shadow blurred her wet eyes, and her waist and abdomen heaved violently.
She looked like a stunning mermaid princess who had just been pulled from the deep blue sea and was about to suffocate.
"..."
An old metaphor flashed through Li Pu's mind at an inopportune moment:
Women are made of water.
But the scene before me...
This "Jerusalem" of ours is a veritable deep-sea whale!
Thankfully, he was holding a sealed artifact; otherwise, the mirror would have been a complete mess by now!
The water droplets, big and small, would probably splash and roll around due to the camera shake!
It quickly stretches and merges, covering the entire shot and blurring everything.
Let alone on camera, even if he were in real life, Tifa would make him look like a "wet and sexy" man!
The water pressure and volume in Jerusalem today are enormous!!!
Lost in thought, Tifa finished another round of whale spray.
Her fingertips, like bamboo shoots, were tinged with a light blush, and her pearly teeth gently sank into her soft, red lower lip, lingering repeatedly on the moist, sweetly fragrant border.
She held that jade-colored sip in her mouth, the lingering moisture from the corners of her eyes like rouge... her breath still carried a sticky, honey-like aftertaste.
Her thoughts were hazy and confused when she realized that there seemed to be a figure moving in front of her...
It's that persistent "guy" again.
She closed her eyes helplessly, then suddenly opened them again. The figure was still stubbornly standing in front of her, right between the coffee table and the sofa!
"Tsk..." Tifa made a short, tired, and impatient sound.
She turned her head slightly to the side and rolled her eyes at the figure in a very quick and inelegant manner.
Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings brushing against her smooth, creamy skin, carrying a hint of coquettish, ambiguous disdain.
"Hmph~"
Li Pu raised an eyebrow.
Is this... wanting to see me, or not wanting to see me...?
He cleared his throat, about to speak.
"Behave yourself...it's not time yet." Her lazy, husky voice was indistinct, soft and sweet with a hint of hidden willfulness, completely reflecting her attitude towards the products of her uncontrollable mind, while her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to stretch out threads...
“Huh? No…” Li Pu was taken aback.
On the bed, her soft, delicate hands reluctantly left the two swollen, protruding lips.
Tifa stood up with a slight tremor, her gaze unconsciously moving downwards, sweeping over the boy's well-defined waist and abdomen, and finally, as if drawn by a magnet, fixing on the area in front of his work pants... that was stretched quite noticeably.
"Hmm..." Tifa tilted her head, her gaze lingering slowly and intently on the eye-catching fabric for a while. Beneath her thick eyelashes, her wine-red eyes gradually replaced the pure drowsiness with a kind of bewildered curiosity, as if she were conducting some kind of rigorous scientific observation.
Isn't this a hallucination? How can it be so vivid?
She turned around and began rummaging through Chun-Li's dressing table.
First, there were the bananas in the fruit bowl on the dressing table...
“Hmm…he is better than this…” she murmured to herself, her red lips slightly parted.
His gaze lingered between the boy's crotch and the glass, finally settling on a small, almost certain, shaken head with a hint of surprise, as if he'd discovered something amazing. "...Big."
She is very pragmatic.
He subtly moved his fingertip, pointing to the heavy, hardcover book he had tossed on the sofa armrest to pass the time.
“Compared to that…” She glanced again at the thick spine of the book.
“…This thickness,” a hint of uncertainty began to creep into his voice, but the conclusion remained the same: he shook his head. “…It can’t compare to his.”
Her dreamy eyes swept over the tall vase on the decorative table by the window.
"It won't work either..." she said bluntly, her brows furrowing.
Opposite him, the boy's... silhouette... was full of aggressive power and tension.
Having seen the real thing in the hotel, Tifa was still not satisfied with any comparison.
Finally, her flushed and burning face lifted up. Her wine-red eyes were shimmering with tears, so deep they were almost impenetrable, filled with embarrassment, frustration, and a strong sense of self-reproach for this "bizarre illusion."
Staring at the undeniable "youthful phantom," her cherry lips pouted slightly, a hint of annoyance mixed with embarrassment and anger in her voice, which was clear as if soaked in honey yet tinged with sparks:
"You utterly awful freak! You're really...I can't find anything suitable to use!!!"
Li Pu was completely devastated!
Not sisters!
What are you referring to?!
Shrimp head!
Too silly!
How can you be even more of a shrimp head than the White Queen?!
Meanwhile, the beautiful Tifa across from her seemed to have exhausted all her strength, or perhaps she had been completely defeated by herself. She suddenly grabbed the glass of water that had been forgotten on the bedside table and gulped it down!
The wine trembled and rolled down the taut, pale pink neckline, spreading a wet, glistening sheen in the hollow of the collarbone.
The rouge on her cheeks burned even more intensely, as if in retaliation.
She gave the boy behind her another coquettish glare, then suddenly pulled open the drawer of Chun-Li's dressing table and took out a fascia gun that Chun-Li usually used to relax her muscles.
That frequency might be too stimulating or intense for an ordinary woman.
But for female fighters like her and Chun-Li, who have extremely high physical strength, it's just right!
Since I'm going to clean the room anyway, I might as well make it fun! The room is already locked, so Chunli will have time to react when she gets back!
She turned and stepped onto the bed, lying on her back with her plump and firm thighs spread wide apart!
I learned this from Emma, the big-horse woman. Women should be assertive when necessary!
The dim light illuminated the soft, pink flesh of her thighs, making it appear as if it were made of honey and cream. With her toes pointed high on either side, she raised her chin and gave a wicked smile to the silhouette of the boy in the void, who seemed to be looking at her with a head full of question marks.
Just wait, I'll see how terrible you'll be to me! How terrible! This is the retribution for your frivolous behavior towards your sister!
Li Pu looked utterly helpless...
But just as he was about to break the misunderstanding and get the "shrimp-headed woman" to throw the money out the window,
The sealed artifact, "Prank Projector," and the fascia gun in Tifa's hand both vibrated simultaneously!