The fox-girl technician beside them, wearing a gas mask, stiffened visibly upon seeing this scene. However, she said nothing, rely taking a silent step back, as if the flower demon before her was an entity not to be trifled with.
It took Luomo several breaths to calm down. She slowly straightened up. Her already enchanting face was now flushed with an alluring red, and her watery eyes stared dead at Jerry. Instead of retreating, her gaze was filled with a certain... excitent before conquest.
After finishing her sentence, Luomo waved directly at the fox-girl technician, speaking in an unquestionable tone of command: "Leave this to . Go about your business."
As if granted amnesty, the fox-girl technician bowed respectfully to Luomo, then turned and walked away quickly without a word, disappearing into another dark passage.
Only then did Luomo turn her gaze back to the three of them, though it rested mainly on Jerry.
She made a "please" gesture, stepping aside slightly to reveal the massive, humming iron door behind her.
"Since you’re here to visit, let show you around properly."
Luomo smiled, this ti with a bit more of a master’s posture. "The scenery of our ’Workshop’ isn’t sothing just anyone gets to see."
As her voice fell, the heavy iron door slid slowly to the sides with a piercing grinding sound.
Behind the iron door was a tal hell that Erica had never imagined, and even Li, who grew up in the Workshop, had never heard of.
This place was completely different from the area where Li had worked before.
Although the machines there were huge, there was at least a thod to the madness—clear production lines.
Here, however, was a chaotic and savagely growing chanical jungle.
Looking up, one couldn’t see the ceiling, only yellowish-brown steam mixed with coal dust and unknown chemicals rolling above.
Countless brass pipes of varying thickness coiled like giant pythons, winding and interweaving throughout the space. So pipes were covered in thick rust, while others glowed a dull red from the high-temperature dium flowing within.
At the junctions of the pipes, innurable valves and pressure gauges hissed, their needles trembling madly, as if ready to burst from overload at any mont.
Standing amidst these "vines" made of pipes were the true protagonists—those colossal steam machines.
They were no longer re tools, but more like living steel titans.
Giant pistons, fully three stories high, were driven by crankshafts over ten ters long, slamming into the ground again and again with an unreasonable rhythm.
Every impact caused the steel floor beneath their feet to groan dully and sent a wave of scorching heat spreading outward.
Thousands of gears of all sizes were exposed, shing and rotating madly without any cover, driving conveyor chains thicker than a person, transporting red-hot tal ingots from one station to another.
Sparks cascaded like waterfalls from cutting and grinding machines, landing on the oil-stained floor with a series of sizzling sounds before quickly extinguishing.
"You guys are really lucky!"
"Look over here!"
Luomo’s voice was languid but carried unquestionable professionalism. She pointed with a finger dyed erald green at the tip toward a massive stand at the end of the assembly line.
There, a set of steam armants specifically built for a centaur stood quietly.
It was less a suit of armor and more an exoskeleton for a steel beast.
The part covering the horse body was made of heavy, layered plates, while the joints were connected by countless fine gears and hydraulic pistons to ensure flexibility.
On the two front legs, massive shields with sharp rams were mounted, while from the outside of the hind legs extended two rows of sharp, arthropod-like blade legs.
Most striking was the horse’s chest, where a massive circular device, like a furnace core, rotated slowly, with a dull red light seemingly flowing inside.
"The ’Trampler Type-III’!"
Luomo introduced, a hint of a creator’s pride in her tone. "Designed specifically for charge-type centaur warriors.
The core uses twin-boiler supercharging; the explosive power allows you to easily smash through three layers of slted steel plates.
The ’Skullcrusher’ ram shields on the forelimbs contain high-pressure steam jets capable of instantly clearing out fodder in front of you.
As for the ’Reaper’ blade wheels on the hind legs... trust , after you trample through, nothing will be left standing behind you."
Erica’s eyes had turned into sparkling stars. She was practically drooling as she looked at the slaughter machine, constantly exclaiming "Wow" and "So cool."
Jerry appeared to be listening seriously, but his attention was not on the steam armant at all.
From the mont he entered this workshop, his ntal power felt like it was stuck in thick mud.
In the air, on the walls, and on the pipes on the ceiling, a large number of runes he had never seen before were inscribed.
These runes emitted a strange energy fluctuation, forming an invisible net that completely isolated and absorbed all ntal fluctuations attempting to probe outward.
While pretending to be curious about various chanical structures, Jerry constantly scanned the boundaries of this massive "force field" with his perception.
He deliberately slowed his pace, falling to the back of the group, his fingers occasionally touching the walls and pipes beside him, feeling the increasingly strong ntal isolation force.
When the group passed a fork in the road, Jerry stopped.
Right here, the ntal resistance, thick as mud, suddenly vanished.
It was like stepping out of a dense fog into a clear sky.
He looked up and saw that at the end of the fork was a massive, heavy black iron door, stylistically distinct from its surroundings. There were no markings on the door, only a few huge locks that looked like they were made from the bones of so creature.
"Jerry?"
Li called back from the front.
"Coming!"
He responded casually, but his eyes were fixed on the black iron door.
Pretending to observe the wall next to him, he extended a hand and pressed it seemingly randomly against the cold tal surface.
In the next second, his vast ntal power was no longer a diffuse perception but highly compressed, condensed into an invisible, high-speed rotating "drill," thrusting ruthlessly into the wall!
Steel, rock, and a layer... of a barrier mixed with runes.
The ntal drill struggled to break through. It lasted only a second or two, and just as he was about to touch the space behind the barrier, a berserk, chaotic consciousness—filled, without exaggeration, with endless pain and hatred—surged back like a bursting dam!
Jerry’s pupils constricted sharply. Without hesitation, he instantly severed the ntal link, shrinking back. His body vanished silently into the heavy shadow cast by a giant pipe behind him, like lting wax.
Almost at the sa instant he disappeared!
BOOM!!!
A loud explosion!
The wall where his hand had just been, ters thick, exploded violently as if hit head-on by a battering ram!
Rubble and twisted tal shards shot out in all directions!
A terrifying monster struggled out from the hole in the wall!
Its upper body was a minotaur with knotted muscles and two horns on its head, eyes red, roaring tunelessly.
But its lower body was not that of a bull; instead, it was an insect body covered in dark green carapace, like a mantis. Six sharp, barbed arthropod legs scrabbled wildly on the ground, striking out dazzling sparks!
As soon as this stitched-together monster rushed out, harsh alarms rang out around it.
Several warriors in full-coverage heavy steam armor rushed out from the shadows. Their weapons sprayed white cryogenic gas and powerful electric currents, quickly freezing and paralyzing the monster.
Amidst unwilling roars, the monster crashed to the ground and was soon dragged by its arthropod legs back into the bottomless darkness behind the wall.
The whole process was shockingly fast; from the monster hitting the wall to being subdued, it took no more than ten seconds.
"Jerry! Where are you?"
Erica and Li’s panicked shouts ca from the distance.
Jerry, expressionless, "surfaced" from the shadows again, appearing silently behind the two girls.
"I’m here."
His voice was so calm it didn’t have a single ripple, as if everything that just happened had nothing to do with him.
"Where did you run off to?!"
Erica asked curiously.
Jerry frowned with an innocent look, turning his head toward the source of the disturbance. It had already returned to calm, with only a few workers who had arrived repairing the damaged wall.
He asked, feigning ignorance, "What was that noise?
Did an iron plate fall over there just now?
It was quite loud."
His expression and tone were so natural that no flaw could be found.
"Just a chanical failure," Luomo’s lazy voice interjected. She unobtrusively blocked the fork in the road, cutting off everyone’s line of sight.
"Dozens of parts are scrapped in this factory every day due to overload. It’s normal.
You’re making a fuss over nothing."
Although she spoke lightly, her bewitching eyes fixed aningfully on Jerry for a mont, as if scrutinizing an interesting piece of art hiding a secret.
With Luomo’s explanation, Erica and Li didn’t think much more of it. Soon, their attention was completely attracted by the subsequent selection process.
Under Luomo’s professional introduction, Erica chose the majestic and domineering "Trampler Type-III" without hesitation.
However, making and obtaining this steam armant was far more complex than imagined.
Every set of heavy steam armants required fully customized production based on the user’s body shape, strength, and Battle Qi attributes. Just slting the materials and precision-casting the parts would take weeks.
More critical was the final "implantation surgery."
To allow the user to control such a massive machine as freely as their own limbs, the core of the steam armant had to be physically connected to the user’s ridians and even the core nodes of their Battle Qi circulation through specialized surgery.
This was a high-risk, high-precision process.
Therefore, before production officially began, Erica had to undergo a series of detailed body data asurents and material allergy tests to ensure her body could withstand and perfectly compatibilize with the tals about to be implanted in her.
Li naturally volunteered to accompany her to the dical area on the other side of the workshop.
Soon, only Jerry and Luomo were left in the workshop.
Jerry acted like a true tourist, hands behind his back, leisurely strolling among the rows of giant iron tanks.
A faint fragrance wafted from behind as Luomo, barefoot, walked silently to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"What did you!"
She spoke suddenly, her voice pressed very low, lacking its previous seductiveness and carrying a sharpness that allowed no rebuttal. "See just now?"
Jerry turned his head to et Luomo’s sharp eyes, wearing a look of confusion and innocence perfectly suited for a teenager.
"See what?"
He asked back, his tone frank. "I didn’t see anything!"
"Is that so?"
The corners of Luomo’s mouth slowly curled up. That lazy smile returned to her face, but the sharpness in her eyes didn’t diminish in the slightest.
Luomo stopped talking. She just walked barefoot, step by step, approaching Jerry with an oppressive, feline elegance.
The scent on her body beca richer and richer, no longer the faint fragrance from before, but an aggressive aroma so sweet it could almost make one dizzy.
In the air, it was as if invisible pale pink dust was evaporating from Luomo’s slightly heaving, creamy skin.
Jerry didn’t retreat.
Luomo walked up to him, her tall, voluptuous body almost pressing completely against him.
Luomo was slightly taller than Jerry. She lowered her head slightly, her hot breath spraying directly onto his face.
Her soft breasts, wrapped in leaves, squeezed against Jerry’s chest intentionally or unintentionally, transmitting amazing elasticity through the thin clothing.
"Little brother, lying isn’t a good habit."
Luomo’s voice beca soft and sticky, like lting honey.
A soft, boneless hand slid up from Jerry’s side, fingers gently drawing circles on his chest.
Luomo’s other hand was even bolder, following Jerry’s waistline all the way down, pressing unhesitatingly on his crotch, which appeared unusually magnificent due to natural physical growth.
Through the fabric, she used the warmth of her palm to slowly rub, feeling the contour of the sleeping giant.
"Let big sister see what secrets you’re hiding..."
She leaned into Jerry’s ear, extending her wet, small tongue tip to gently lick his earlobe.
The pink pollen mixed with Luomo’s body scent had completely enveloped them both.
This special pollen was one of Luomo’s proudest weapons as a flower demon. It was enough to make the most steadfast ascetic instantly burn with lust, their brain left with only the most primal urge to mate, thus allowing Luomo to manipulate them and extract all secrets.
Reasonably speaking, an eleven-year-old boy under such intense physiological stimulation should have been breathing rapidly and blushing furiously long ago.
He should have even surrendered in an ugly state.
However, Jerry’s breathing remained steady and long. His heartbeat didn’t accelerate in the slightest. Even his eyes remained as calm as an ancient well, quietly watching the woman before him perform her solo act.
Instead, it was Luomo whose body succumbed first.
Luomo intended to stimulate Jerry’s desire, not destroy his reason, but the pollen was completely ineffective on Jerry. Instead, it was like being reflected by a mirror, acting doubly on herself!
"Mmh..."
An unsuppressable moan escaped Luomo’s throat.
Luomo’s hand, originally ant for teasing, now unconsciously increased its strength, gripping the giant object in Jerry’s crotch tightly, as if it were a life-saving driftwood.
Squelch... squelch...
That was Luomo’s love juices, catalyzed by desire, secreting madly like a gushing spring. They had thoroughly soaked the few small leaves, flowing slowly down the roots of her fair thighs.
Luomo’s cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed. Her originally sharp eyes were now completely covered by desire, becoming watery, blurred, and longing.
Luomo’s mind went blank. Questions, secrets—all were washed away by this sudden, surging desire.
Jerry didn’t move, allowing the soft, hot body to writhe against him.
He just lowered his eyelids, looking at the flower demon who had been completely swallowed by lust.
The ti to turn the tables had co.
Jerry reached out, not to push her away, but to grab her impossibly slender waist. With a slight exertion of force, he pulled her body, which was sliding down due to weak legs, back up, making her press even more tightly against him.
This action caused Luomo’s body to arch again, her lower abdon pressing firmly against the now-awakened, ferocious hard object in his crotch.
"Mmh ah..."
Even friction through the fabric was enough to make Luomo let out a moan bordering on a cry.
"You asked what I saw just now."
Jerry’s voice was very soft, yet like the sharpest ice pick, it pierced precisely into Luomo’s chaotic mind. "Now, it’s my turn to ask you."
Jerry’s other hand wasn’t idle.
Jerry didn’t touch those obviously soft parts but placed his hand directly on the large leaf covering her chest.
The texture was unique.
The leaf surface was smooth and cool, but the edges carried the subtle roughness characteristic of plant fibers.
He gently twisted his fingers, lifting the edge of the leaf.
Beneath the leaf was not the softness of human skin as imagined, but a patch of slightly raised skin with the texture of the finest, softest bark.
This skin was warm and bore very faint patterns like tree rings.
When he slid his finger pad across it, Luomo’s body trembled even more violently, and the fullness beneath that "bark" shook with it.
"Are these leaves part of your body?"
Jerry’s fingers slid down, passing over her flat, tight abdon.
The texture of the skin there changed again, closer to human but smoother and more elastic.
Jerry found the vine wrapped around her waist like a belt.
The vine was alive.
The mont Jerry touched it, it squird slightly.
Jerry grabbed it unceremoniously and yanked hard.
"Ah!"
Luomo cried out. The vine was pulled straight, and the last few leaves she used to cover her lower body were pulled apart, revealing a gap.
A richer, wet, hot scent carrying the腥sweetness of vegetation leaked from the gap.
A large amount of almost transparent, viscous love juices had completely drowned those few leaves and the surrounding skin.
The sticky squelch, splurt sounds of water beca increasingly audible as Luomo’s legs unconsciously clamped and rubbed together.
There were even a few trickles of uncontrollable body fluid winding down the inside of Luomo’s fair thighs, leaving a small, suspicious puddle on the black steel floor.
"Answer my question!"
Jerry pulled Luomo closer, pressing his weight against her.
Though Jerry was just a boy, at this mont, he was like an immovable mountain.
Pressing his hot lips against Luomo’s auricle, he asked word by word in a tone that was almost cruel in its clarity: "What is behind that door?"
Jerry’s hand followed the straightened vine downward, passing without hesitation through the line of defense made of leaves already soaked in body fluids and weak to the point of uselessness. Two fingers plunged directly into that muddy, slippery forbidden ground.
Squelch...
His fingers sank into a warm interior.
The space inside was tighter than imagined, the inner walls lined with peculiar folds like plant suckers, instinctively and greedily sucking on his invading fingers.
"Ahhh!"
That shrill scream didn’t travel far amidst the roar of machinery before being completely swallowed.
This wasn’t over.
A weak, almost invisible blue electric arc lit up on Jerry’s two fingers buried deep inside the flower demon.
It wasn’t a strong electric shock, but a continuous numbing pulse, dense as a spiderweb.
Following the slippery, tight inner walls, it directly stimulated every inch of the most fragile and sensitive soft flesh and nerve endings within Luomo’s body.
"Ah... mmh... ahhh!"
Luomo’s body jerked violently like a fish thrown into boiling oil.
Her pupils dilated instantly, and a series of tuneless, sobbing moans escaped her mouth.
This feeling was indescribable; it wasn’t pure pain, nor pure pleasure, but a forced violation that blended the two, acting directly on the depths of her soul, absolutely irresistible.
Every nerve in Luomo’s body was screaming, twitching, completely submitting before this domineering power.
Her full breasts heaved violently, and a layer of sickly flush appeared on that special skin covered in tree-ring textures.
Her waist twisted madly; while she wanted to escape this shattering stimulation, her body’s instinct drove her to et it even more basely, wanting to swallow the offending fingers deeper.
Squelch... splurt... squish...
"Yes... they are all part of my body!"
"So that’s how it is!"
Jerry’s voice, like a demon’s whisper, pressed against her sensitive ear, hamring in word by word. "Then what was that thing just now, half bull, half insect?"
"It... it was a failure... ahhh!
It was... a defective product... ah... from installing steam armants!"
Amidst the extre stimulation, Luomo retained a shred of reason, still stubborn, trying to muddle through with lies.
"Defective product?"
Jerry chuckled lightly.
The fingers inserted inside the flower demon didn’t move, but the electric current wrapping around them suddenly strengthened for a mont.
"Ahhh!!!"
Luomo’s body arched violently again. This ti, she couldn’t even speak, only opening her mouth to gasp for air in large gulps. Saliva slid down the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back completely.
She even felt that certain parts of her body, like the vines and leaves, were undergoing so uncontrollable, subtle growth and curling due to this excessive stimulation.
At the sa ti, Jerry’s hand holding Luomo’s slender waist moved slowly downward.
His palm bypassed her voluptuous side waist and landed on Luomo’s perky, full buttocks.
Through the almost non-existent layer of leaves, Jerry could clearly feel the amazing elasticity and warmth.
He grabbed one rounded cheek unceremoniously, sinking his five fingers deep into it, kneading forcefully.
Squelch!
With a soft sound, the buttock flesh he grasped changed into a lewd shape in his palm.
"Last chance!"
Jerry’s voice turned cold. With his free hand, he pinched Luomo’s chin, forcing her face—now lost in a trance, intertwined with tears and sweat—to turn toward him. "You don’t have much ti.
Tell the truth before my patience runs out."
The terrifyingly large giant in Jerry’s crotch, long awakened, pressed against her soft lower abdon like a branding iron.
Even through two layers of fabric, Luomo could clearly perceive the outline, hardness, and terrible heat of that thing.
"I’ll talk... I’ll talk! Please... stop... stop first..." Luomo was practically begging, her voice hoarse and broken.
Jerry released her chin, but the fingers inside her and that deadly current showed no sign of stopping. The intensity only weakened slightly, maintaining a critical point where she could speak but remained on the verge of collapse at every mont.
"Those... ah... those aren’t defective products..." Luomo confessed intermittently. Every ti she opened her mouth, a lewd tremor escaped due to the stimulation from within her body. "They... they are... steam warriors... who retreated from the city walls... not long ago... mmh ah..."
Her body was still catering uncontrollably, her full buttocks slamming against Jerry’s palm again and again, her crotch a muddy ss.
"They... on the frontal battlefield... engaged the ’Swarm’... woo..."
"Swarm?" Jerry keenly caught the word.
"It’s... the Zerg’s... blood... body fluids... have... have strong... infectivity..." Luomo’s eyes were unfocused, answering entirely on instinct. "As long as... their body fluids touch skin... mutation... mutation will occur... ah... the body will... will rge with the insects..."
Jerry finally understood.
That minotaur was originally a steam warrior. His lower body turned into that mantis-like form because he was infected by Zerg body fluids.
"What about the steam armants?"
Jerry continued to press, his fingers stirring slowly inside her. Every rotation caused her to spasm. "Why make these things for them?"
"To... to delay... ah...!"
Luomo’s body jerked again. "Cutting off... cutting off the infected parts... replacing them... replacing them with steam armants... can... can delay the mutation of the whole body... but... but it’s useless... haah... it’s just... an expedient asure... infection... infection is inevitable... in the end... in the end, they will all beco... monsters like that..."
So this seemingly invincible city of steel was facing such a terrifying threat.
And these "heroes" who had turned into monsters were secretly imprisoned in the deepest part of this factory, becoming shaful "defective products."
"Please... I’ve... told you everything..."
Luomo broke down completely. She grabbed Jerry’s shoulders, her voluptuous body clinging to him like mud. With a posture bordering on debasent, she actively used her already flooded interior to grind against Jerry’s hard, hot fingers. "Give it to ... please... give it to ... I can’t take it anymore..."
Jerry’s fingertips continued to stir in the flower demon’s muddy interior, the fine electric current not diminishing in the slightest.
Jerry looked at Luomo, this flower demon now powerless before him, her face twisted by desire and pain, and those misty yet longing eyes.
"Those mushrooms, what are they for?"
Jerry’s voice had a cold texture. He lowered his head, lips almost brushing Luomo’s wet earlobe, his gaze falling on the bundle of glowing fungi she had just been holding.
Luomo’s body shuddered violently at his sudden proximity, her crotch contracting instinctively, clamping tighter on Jerry’s offending fingers.
"Mmh... mush, mushrooms..." Her lips parted slightly, emitting broken gasps. "They, are... are poi... poison..."
"Poison?
Who is it for?"
Jerry’s fingers slid slowly inside her, rubbing against the fine folds of the inner wall, occasionally scraping the most sensitive soft flesh lightly with a fingernail.
"Ah!
For, for them... for those... those mutated... steam warriors..."
Luomo’s body arched high, her slender neck stretching into an exaggerated curve, exposing her flushed throat.
"Poison them to death?
Why go through so much trouble?"
Jerry pressed ruthlessly. Simultaneously, his fingers suddenly tightened, pinching hard on the softest, deepest point inside the flower demon.
"Ahhh!!!"
"Please, please... don’t, don’t ask anymore... too... too fast..." She begged intermittently, bending over, burying her entire face in the hollow of Jerry’s neck, her breathing hot and disordered.
Every inch of skin inside her body scread to be torn apart, to be penetrated, to be completely filled.
"Answer ."
Jerry’s voice allowed no doubt; he showed no softness.
He could feel the sticky, slippery tightness inside Luomo becoming hotter and more swollen between his fingers, as if ready to erupt at any mont.
"It’s for... to give them... the l-last... dignity..." Luomo said almost crying, her voice thick with nasal tones. "The poi-poison will... will kill their consciousness... so they won’t... won’t completely... turn into insects... it also, also stabilizes their internal organs... won’t... won’t rot completely..."
Luomo’s body trembled even more violently. Her cheeks, originally flushed with desire, now hinted at a trace of pallor.
The dual effect of the drug in her body and Jerry’s stimulation nearly made her faint.
"I’ve... told you everything..."
Luomo looked up. In those watery eyes, besides the lingering mist, only deep pleading remained. "Now... it’s your turn..."
Jerry withdrew the two fingers that had long been soaked, pulling them out with a sticky pop.
Luomo’s body felt empty, and she let out a disappointed whimper.
Jerry gave her no ti to savor the feeling.
One arm remained firmly around her soft waist, while his other hand went to his front.
After the sound of fabric friction, the majestic giant, utterly inconsistent with his build and having endured to its limit, broke free from its constraints with a wave of startling heat.
Even in this dim light, the size and contour of that thing were enough to terrify any woman.
Luomo’s breathing stopped.
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Luomo’s body suddenly arched upward into an astounding curve, her eyes rolled back, and a scream, elongated to the extre as if spitting out her soul, burst from her mouth.
At this mont, a scorching, thick liquid carrying a rich male scent, like a bursting dam, accompanied by Jerry’s powerful pulses, poured rcilessly into the deepest part of her body again and again.
Too much!
The afterglow of the climax spread through Luomo’s body in waves like fine ripples.
Her body was still twitching slightly. Her legs, forced into a split, were limp and devoid of strength, maintaining an odd angle only because of her posture.
Jerry didn’t withdraw imdiately.
He lay on Luomo, quietly feeling the plant beneath him gradually calm down.
Jerry could feel his remnants still being tightly wrapped and sucked by the continuously contracting inner walls, like plant suckers.
After a mont, when the spasms had completely subsided, Jerry propped himself up.
Grabbing the base of his shaft, with a loud, sticky squelch, he pulled the giant object—now sowhat soft but still shocking in size—out of the swollen mud in one breath.
A larger amount of sli, mixed with both their fluids, lost its last obstruction and imdiately gushed from the overburdened opening. It flowed down the curve of Luomo’s buttocks onto the cold floor, expanding the already existing puddle.
Because of this sudden, complete emptiness, Luomo’s body let out an unconscious sigh, satisfied yet lost.
Just as that sigh of satisfaction and loss had not yet fully dissipated, a mutation occurred.
Luomo, lying flat on the cold ground, her mature and voluptuous body began to undergo subtle yet eerie changes.
The dark green vines wrapped around her limbs and waist, originally serving as clothing and decoration, began to squirm unconsciously.
At first, it was just like the uncontrollable twitching of nerve endings in the afterglow. But soon, this twitching beca more violent and rhythmic.
As if injected with so powerful, vigorous life essence, the vines began to unfurl and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They no longer clung to her skin but arched slightly, crawling slowly over her smooth skin still covered in sweat and fluids like awakening snakes.
Several thin vines originally wrapped only around her wrists now extended forward rapidly. The tips of the vines differentiated into tender green tendrils, seemingly possessing their own consciousness, exploring, curling, and wrapping around her fingers.
The two large leaves originally used to cover the scenery on her chest now had edges glowing with a strange luster full of vitality, the leaves themselves becoming thicker and greener.
This was a wild, primal growth.
It was as if what Jerry had injected into her body wasn’t fluid, but a most fundantal, domineering life catalyst, thoroughly activating her plant instincts as a flower demon.
Luomo’s misty eyes slowly opened a slit. She felt the uncontrollable, wild growth on her body.
There was no fear, but a strange satisfaction surging from the deepest part of her life, after being thoroughly nourished and irrigated.
Watching the vines and green leaves growing wantonly on her was like looking at her own forest, freshly bathed in a hearty rainstorm.
Luomo struggled to prop up her upper body. The new vines and leaves rustled against her smooth skin with her movents.
Looking down at herself, Luomo reached out, her fingertips gently stroking her flat lower abdon, where the warm afterglow of being filled seed to linger.
A complex smile, sowhat bitter yet carrying a trace of strange satisfaction, blood on Luomo’s lips.
"Thank you!"
Luomo’s voice was a bit hoarse but calm, carrying the clarity of the sky after rain. "I will cherish it..."
She looked up, those watery eyes gazing at Jerry. The mist in them had largely faded, leaving only a weariness and calmness after seeing through worldly affairs.
"From your ’root,’ I knew you didn’t belong here," she said softly. "There is no aura of that in your body... what we said was all true."
Luomo paused, as if weighing her words: "If you can still walk, leave as soon as possible!"
Her gaze went past Jerry, looking toward the silent darkness around them. That gaze seed capable of penetrating the factory walls to see the entire world outside.
"Don’t be like those ’guests’!"
Her words carried a trace of ancient sorrow. "They ca, put down ’roots,’ and thought they beca the masters..."
Luomo propped herself up on the ground and stood up slowly. The new vines and leaves automatically adjusted their positions, covering her mature, enchanting body perfectly again.
She bent down and picked up the bundle of glowing, eerie mushrooms dropped earlier, holding them in her arms.
"’They’ will be coming out soon!"
Luomo turned around and said calmly, "Wait here for a mont!"
Jerry didn’t ask any more questions.
He just watched calmly as the tall, enchanting figure holding the bundle of eerie mushrooms turned and walked into a dark corridor deep in the workshop.
Her steps were a bit unsteady, but each one was firm.
The new vines and leaves swayed behind her, finally swallowed completely, along with her entire figure, by the pitch-black darkness where one couldn’t see their own hand.
Jerry looked down at the sticky traces remaining on his body, then unhurriedly tidied his trousers, zipping up the oversized robe again to hide all traces.
Jerry’s face held no expression. It was as if that intense intercourse, enough to drive any man crazy, was to Jerry rely an ordinary intelligence-gathering mission, now concluded and archived.
Just then, a crisp shout carrying a hint of excitent ca from the direction Jerry had co from.
"Jerry?
Where did you run off to? Co here, quickly!"
It was Erica’s voice.
That voice was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the filth and silence here.
Jerry turned around, seemingly instantly leaving the darkness behind him, and everything represented by that darkness, in the back of his mind.
He stepped forward, walking toward the source of the voice.
Seeing Jerry approach, Erica put her hands on her hips and complained, "Where did you go?
It slls so bad here, and you still run around.
Hurry up, the physical exam and sizing are done. I feel like those chanical arms touched all over... now, it’s ti for you, ’Little Boss,’ to pay up."
Jerry looked up at the tall, robust centaur before him.
Erica was still wearing that grey bodysuit on her upper body, fully revealing her powerful female curves, while her majestic horse body pawed the ground impatiently with a front hoof due to standing for so long.
Erica’s complaint was out of habit, not true anger.
The boy’s gaze was calm. He didn’t pick up the topic of paying but asked a question irrelevant to the current atmosphere.
"Erica!" His voice was light but unusually clear. "Fighting those bugs, you could lose your life.
Are you not afraid?"
Erica’s complaining stopped abruptly.
She looked down at Jerry. In those eyes that always carried a bit of wildness and unruliness, a look of obvious surprise appeared.
Erica was silent for a mont, her hoof stopping its pawing.
Then, Erica smiled.
"Afraid?"
She repeated the word, her voice low, every word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "Of course I’m not afraid."
Erica put away her smile, a bone-deep hatred surfacing on her face, twisting her features slightly.
Her hand resting on her waist tightened unconsciously, knuckles turning slightly white from force.
"To be able to tear ’them’..."
Erica emphasized the word heavily: "..pletely to shreds, I’ve waited many years.
If I were afraid of death, I would have died long ago!"
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