The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

A tingling electric current exploded from the point of contact, instantly coursing through his limbs and bones. Luo Ning's breathing became completely disordered.

The reproductive power within him surged wildly at an almost out-of-control pace, as if injected with the most efficient catalyst. "Look at it, it's very energetic."

The phantom's voice, tinged with laughter, rang close to his ear, its warm breath brushing against his earlobe, causing him to involuntarily tremble.

“A good vessel should have this kind of vitality. Now, let’s release it and examine it carefully.” She raised her other hand and skillfully unbuttoned Luo Ning’s shirt.

The sound of the zipper being slowly pulled down was amplified countless times in the silent room, and every scraping sound of the teeth seemed to be pounding on Luo Ning's fragile nerves.

Without the constraints, the desire that had been fueled to its extreme by the power of "breeding" could no longer be concealed.

It asserted its presence in a manner completely incongruous with this eight-year-old body. Kafka's phantom, with its purple pupils composed of data, slightly enlarged.

Even though I had anticipated this through previous contact, the shock I felt when I saw the "work" in person was still overwhelming.

This goes beyond mere talent; it's a miracle.

It is the most perfect creation in the destiny of "reproduction." "So beautiful!"

The phantom let out a heartfelt sigh, which was simultaneously transmitted to its main body on the other side of the starry sea, causing the woman piloting the spaceship to shudder.

She slowly and gracefully knelt down in front of Luo Ning.

This movement gave her translucent body, composed of data streams, a strange, sacred, and ethereal beauty.

Her gaze met that of the "miracle." "Don't be afraid, little one."

The phantom raised its head and looked up at Luo Ning's flushed face.

“The examination is a necessary procedure, to better understand your body, and also to… help you better understand yourself.” She extended her tongue and gently licked her translucent lips, a gesture filled with an indescribable allure.

Then, under Luo Ning's stiff gaze, she lowered her head and opened her mouth. Luo Ning's mind went blank.

He felt as if he had been thrown into the core of the hottest star in the universe, or as if he had fallen into the deepest void black hole.

An unprecedented, intense sensory shock overwhelmed his entire consciousness. It was not merely physical contact.

Kaffa's illusion is essentially a combination of data and spirit.

As she swallowed the source of that power, Luo Ning felt her spirit being drawn into a world composed of countless purple data streams through that connection point.

Warm, moist, and soft.

These words are no longer sufficient to describe how he feels at this moment.

He could "see" the data streams merrily moving inside the phantom's mouth, curiously and greedily enveloping him, analyzing him, and savoring him.

The reproductive power contained within every inch of flesh and blood, every cell, is precisely read, analyzed, and then transformed by these data streams.

A purer, more spiritual pleasure then feeds back into his mind. This is a two-way "communication".

His power was being analyzed and devoured by the qualities of "nothingness".

The "illusory" phantom was also being corrupted and assimilated by his domineering "reproduction" power. The phantom's movements were very gentle, even somewhat devout.

She seemed to be savoring a rare work of art; every movement was skillful, yet imbued with genuine love and rapture. Luo Ning's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He tried to grab something to steady himself, his hands flailing wildly before finally settling on...

On Phantom's smooth, data-driven, crimson hair.

The texture of the hair was incredibly realistic; you could even feel its coolness and smoothness. (Drink)

The phantom let out a satisfied groan, and her movements began to quicken.

Far across the starry sky, Kafka, who was executing a part of Elio's script, suddenly froze.

She leaned against the cold wall of the spaceship, breathing rapidly, an unnatural flush rising on her cheeks. "This little guy..."

She muttered a curse under her breath, but her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Through the shared perception of the phantom, she could clearly taste "the flavor of that power".

It was something more delicious and more addictive than any target she had ever hunted or any star core she had ever detonated.

It is full of the most primal, savage expansion of life, yet it resides in what appears to be the most harmless and innocent body.

This extreme contrast almost drove her mad. Inside the train cabin.

Luo Ning has completely lost the ability to think.

He could only passively endure the relentless surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm his reason. After an unknown amount of time, the phantom finally slowly raised its head.

The whole person wearing it looked like a beautiful monster who had just had a hearty meal, exuding a lazy and satisfied aura.

"Kafka" looked at Luo Ning's eyes, glazed over with intense pleasure, and smiled with satisfaction. "First phase of the examination, passed. Your potential is greater than I imagined."

She stood up and pulled Luo Ning into her arms again, letting his head rest against her soft chest. "But that's not enough."

Her hand gently stroked Luo Ning's back, soothing his still trembling body. "I need more in-depth data, I need to know...where the limits of this power lie." "Kafka's" voice was full of seduction.

"Come here, Luo Ning, look at me." Luo Ning struggled to lift her head.

The phantom's face still wore that confident smile, but deep within its purple data pupils burned a flame.

It was a flame, of the same origin as the power within him, filled with a desire to possess and merge. "Now, it's your turn."

Huan Gao guided Luo Ning to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then, she turned around, her back to him, and slowly, little by little, bent over, placing her hands on the bed.

This position caused her black coat to slip down to the sides, revealing her breathtakingly perfect hip curves to Luo Ning without reservation.

The semi-transparent data stream added an ethereal, almost unreal beauty to the scene. "Come on, little champion."

The phantom turned around and extended an invitation to him.

"Let me see just how far your power can go." Luo Ning's body was completely controlled by instinct.

The "fertility" power within him roared in victory at the other party's invitation. He practically pounced on him.

When that scorching and hard force broke through the final barrier and stormed into that warm and tight secret realm made of data, a "Ugh!"

Kafka's phantom body jolted violently, letting out a muffled, suppressed sound. It was an indescribable experience.

The "illusory" phantom was also being corrupted and assimilated by his domineering "reproduction" power. The phantom's movements were very gentle, even somewhat devout.

She seemed to be savoring a rare work of art; every movement was skillful, yet imbued with genuine love and rapture. Luo Ning's body began to tremble uncontrollably. He tried to grab something to steady himself, his hands flailing wildly before finally settling on...

On Phantom's smooth, data-driven, crimson hair.

The texture of the hair felt incredibly realistic; you could even feel its coolness and smoothness. Hmm.

The phantom let out a satisfied groan, and her movements began to quicken.

Far across the starry sky, Kafka, who was executing a part of Elio's script, suddenly froze.

She leaned against the cold wall of the spaceship, breathing rapidly, an unnatural flush rising on her cheeks. "This little guy..."

She muttered a curse under her breath, but her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Through the shared perception of the phantom, she could clearly taste "the flavor of that power".

It was something more delicious and more addictive than any target she had ever hunted or any star core she had ever detonated.

It is full of the most primal, savage expansion of life, yet it resides in what appears to be the most harmless and innocent body.

This extreme contrast almost drove her mad. Inside the train cabin.

Luo Ning has completely lost the ability to think.

He could only passively endure the relentless surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm his reason. After an unknown amount of time, the phantom finally slowly raised its head.

The whole person wearing it looked like a beautiful monster who had just had a hearty meal, exuding a lazy and satisfied aura.

"Kafka" looked at Luo Ning's eyes, glazed over with intense pleasure, and smiled with satisfaction. "First phase of the examination, passed. Your potential is greater than I imagined."

She stood up and pulled Luo Ning into her arms again, letting his head rest against her soft chest. "But that's not enough."

Her hand gently stroked Luo Ning's back, soothing his still trembling body. "I need more in-depth data, I need to know where the limits of this power are," "Kafka's" voice was full of seduction.

"Come here, Luo Ning, look at me." Luo Ning struggled to lift her head.

The phantom's face still wore that confident smile, but deep within its purple data pupils burned a flame.

It was a flame, of the same origin as the power within him, filled with a desire to possess and merge. "Now, it's your turn."

Huan Gao guided Luo Ning to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then, she turned around, her back to him, and slowly, little by little, bent over, placing her hands on the bed.

This position caused her black coat to slip down to the sides, revealing her breathtakingly perfect hip curves to Luo Ning without reservation.

The semi-transparent data stream added an ethereal, almost unreal beauty to the scene. "Come on, little champion."

The phantom turned around and extended an invitation to him.

"Let me see just how far your power can go." Luo Ning's body was completely controlled by instinct.

The "fertility" power within him roared in victory at the other party's invitation. He practically pounced on him.

When that scorching and hard force broke through the final barrier and stormed into that warm and tight secret realm made of data, a "Ugh!"

Kafka's phantom body jolted violently, letting out a muffled, suppressed sound. It was an indescribable experience.

Unlike any physical-level combination.

Luo Ning felt as if his power had pierced into a universe composed of pure "nothingness".

That space had no physical form, yet it enveloped him tightly, greedily absorbing every bit of power he released.

And his "reproductive" power finally found the perfect outlet and nourishment. Nothingness devours reproduction, and reproduction fills nothingness.

At this moment, two completely opposite forces of destiny achieved a strange and perfect balance through the most primal means. The phantom's body began to flicker violently, and the purple data stream that constituted her body surged at an unprecedented speed.

The sounds she made gradually changed from muffled groans to uncontrollable, tearful moans. Simultaneously, these sounds echoed from Kafka's mouth on the other side of the starry sea.

Meanwhile, in the next room, March 7th was fast asleep.

She was curled up in the blanket, hugging a soft, long pillow tightly in her arms, with her legs wrapped around it.

Her small face rubbed against the pillow, a suspicious glint in her eyes. Her brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, and she murmured incoherently, "Luoning, little brother...no..."

She rolled over, tightening her grip even more, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became rapid. "Faster. Faster, please."

Inside Luo Ning's room, the intense "examination" continued.

Just as that power reached its peak, Luo Ning suddenly sensed that something seemed to have been born within the void space he had pierced through.

He looked down.

Suddenly, the data stream at the fingertips of Kafka's phantom, which was resting on the bed and was translucent, became chaotic. The next second, the hand instantly lost its illusory texture.

A small patch of skin revealed the color and texture of real flesh and blood, though only for a fleeting moment, it was incredibly clear. The phantom's body, due to the infusion of his power, was undergoing some unknown, fundamental change.

Chapter 206 Squeezing Phantom Sister Dry

A gap was violently torn open in the void of the universe.

Luo Ning's power, that primal urge originating from "reproduction," exploded like a supernova, unleashing boundless energy and the heat of life.

Numbers poured into that abyss constructed of data. "Ugh!"

Kafka's phantom let out a groan that was no longer alluring and guiding, but rather a pure, unbearable, and most instinctive reaction to the impact.

Her translucent body flickered violently, like an underpowered computer processing a massive piece of code beyond its processing limits.

The purple data stream that constitutes her body is no longer surging, but boiling and roaring.

Luo Ning's consciousness was swept up by this torrent, and he could clearly "perceive" that his domineering "reproductive" power was growing wildly in that void space.

And that void was also retaliating in its own way. It devoured, analyzed, and attempted to assimilate this foreign force into itself.

Two opposing paths have formed a frantic and dangerous cycle at this moment. "Not enough. The data isn't enough."

The phantom's voice was intermittent, yet it carried a kind of obsessive madness.

She suddenly rolled over and pinned Luo Ning, who was still in a daze, beneath her.

The movement caused her long, purplish-red hair to cascade down her back, brushing against Luo Ning's burning chest. She regained control of the rhythm with an absolute air of dominance.

Each rise and fall was precisely calculated in terms of angle and depth, like performing the most intricate surgical procedure, extracting every last bit of hidden power from Luo Ning's body.

"This is it... the flow of power... so this is what it feels like," she whispered, simultaneously transmitting to her true form on the other side of the starry sea.

Inside the dark cockpit of the spaceship, Kavka huddled in her seat, her body arched uncontrollably, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Through the shared senses of her phantom, she was experiencing an unprecedented storm.