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"With you in that position, all I can think about are lewd thoughts," Mo Zhi said. Ashley turned around and sat between Ronan's legs, then turned to ask, "Want to dance together?"

Sui Nan responded, "I'm afraid that after a couple of steps, I won't be able to resist tearing off your stockings and sticking my penis in."

Ashley's lips curled up. "Then insert it first and then jump." With that, she manipulated her magic to cut a thin slit along the crotch of the pantyhose. Ronan only needed to place two fingers on it and spread them apart to open the slit.

Ashley is 1.66 meters tall, and with high-heeled dance shoes, she's over 1.7 meters tall. When Ronan's thick, long, erect penis is inserted, she can just barely stay on the ground.

A full-length mirror was placed in the corner, and the two of them could see themselves in the mirror from time to time.

Ronan and Ashley held hands and began an impromptu intimate dance. Even while being penetrated by a penis, Ashley was still able to perform difficult moves such as high kicks.

Over the years, Ronan, who has also learned to dance, can barely keep up with Ashley's not-so-fast dance steps.

When Ashley stood on one leg and the other leg parallel to the ground, Ronan had one hand around her waist and the other around her leg. The unique touch of her smooth, shiny stockings and her firm yet elastic leg muscles, which exuded strength and beauty, was in his hands. As Ashley's legs were spread apart, his penis felt looser at the base, but inside it felt even tighter, gripped by her vagina.

From that moment on, every now and then the two of them would strike a pose and stay there for a moment.

A moment later, Ashley hooked one leg around Ronan's thigh, while the other leg touched the ground. She leaned back, her body parallel to the ground, her face upside down facing the mirror. Her wet, muddy vulva completely swallowed his penis. Ronan held her taut buttocks, encased in shiny black pantyhose, with both hands. The wonderful feel excited him immensely. Ashley's erect penis was pressed down by her backward-bending body, the glans hooking into her flesh like a hook, an exceptionally pleasurable sensation.

After changing positions a few more times, Ronan embraced Ashley with both hands, while Ashley hooked her legs around Ronan's waist, spread her arms wide, and held her head high, her full breasts, which were tightly wrapped in a dance dress that resembled a formal gown, protruding to their maximum.

Ashley's glossy stockings and inner thighs were now soaked with vaginal fluid. Although she still didn't utter a groan, and her dance moves remained perfectly fluid, the continuous penetration made her thighs tremble. "I can't take it anymore," Ashley said through gritted teeth.

Chapter 1319

In early October, the temperature in Paristo, the capital of France, was 14 degrees Celsius, and it was slightly chilly.

Zhao Yingqi stayed at home alone.

She now resides in France, spending most of her time in the capital, Paristo, and occasionally traveling abroad, but she rarely leaves France.

From another parallel universe, born in Seres, raised in Bengal, came to this universe at the age of seven, followed Ronan and his group to France, and stayed there until his twenties before leaving with Ronan and his group, heading east to Seres.

For her, Seris is not her hometown; this is.

The phone rang, and the maid answered it and hurried over to inform her. Zhao Yingqi, on the other hand, calmly walked downstairs to answer the phone.

After finishing the call, Zhao Yingqi instructed the maid to notify another maid to go to the dressing room to help her choose her outfit for going out.

Unlike other people who live a simple life, Zhao Yingqi, who doesn't know what to do and just idly passes the days, lives a luxurious life. He lives in a mansion that covers a thousand square meters and has seven maids with different positions, a female bodyguard, and a female housekeeper.

Without exception, all nine people were blond.

Of course, upon closer inspection, it's not a big deal. After all, Ambrina and Ronan adopted her hundreds of years ago, and Zhao Yingqi is actually a princess with hundreds of people in the palace surrounding her.

However, Zhao Yingqi still felt that things were better now. Back then, let alone a princess, even a king couldn't have superhumans serving him. But now, her maids, bodyguards, and housekeepers were all superhumans.

She then went to the dressing room to choose her outfit in preparation for attending a fashion show three days later. In fact, the invitation had been sent out half a month ago. After all, someone of Zhao Yingqi's status and position couldn't be left out without an invitation. The reason for the second notification was to confirm that Zhao Yingqi hadn't changed and would be coming.

The concept of fashion, including women's fashion, has actually existed in this world for a very long time.

A group of female superhumans has existed in this world for thousands of years. By the time of Ronan a few hundred years ago, it had become a consensus among many female superhumans that dresses had to be well-tailored, comfortable, easy to move in, beautiful, and fashionable.

However, the overall number of female superhumans was still small back then, and they were not as concentrated in a few large cities as they are now.

Fashion has only truly become a culture in recent decades, after the number of female psychic beings with artificial superpowers has increased.

At fashion shows, some models may be spotted and gifted with extraordinary talent.

This is essentially no different from the plot of a movie Ashley once starred in.

If the important figures are pleased with what they see, they will reward them with extraordinary talent.

In this day and age, the quickest way for an ordinary man to acquire extraordinary talent is to study diligently and achieve results that are enough to make him stand out from the majority.

For women, the fastest way to attract attention is to be good-looking and attractive.

Of course, women can also make a living through education, just like Alice, the female student. Men can also live off women by relying on their looks. If you can look like Ronan, you can have as many as you want.

"This is the best of times, this is the worst of times," Zhao Yingqi remarked in the dressing room. There was no real reason behind it; he was just overcome with emotion.

"The worst is yet to come." Ronan's voice appeared simultaneously with Zhao Yingqi's forced smile.

Upon seeing the man who suddenly appeared, the maid was instantly flustered and shocked. Zhao Yingqi had no time to pay attention to Ronan. He put his hand on the maid's shoulder to comfort her, "Don't worry, relax. This is my lover. Okay, you can go out now."

The maid checked with her eyes several times to make sure everything was alright before she left.

Ronan looked at the hundreds of shoes in the shoe cabinet. "Yingqi, your life is really extravagant. You actually hired nine beautiful superhuman women to serve you." Zhao Yingqi disagreed. "I'm doing this to help the poor. Didn't you see they all have blonde hair? They were all little girls from refugee families. They didn't have a good way to sell themselves and would easily fall into the clutches of evil. I just happened to find them and decided to pay them to come. I also taught them some basic skills."

"To be honest, I didn't even know what kind of business you were in," Ronan asked.

“I sell stockings,” Zhao Yingqi replied.

The stockings she sells use the latest technology developed by the technical team. They can generate an additional protective layer and also have a slight ability to regulate the soul and body, promoting development during puberty and maintaining youth thereafter.

It is more powerful than before.

Its main material is artificial silk, followed by mutated plant silk, and then animal silk made from artificially cultivated monsters.

The cost is even lower.

She owns a number of companies, each holding shares in many different hosiery brands, ranging from relatively ordinary to high-end. The company she wholly owns mainly supplies raw materials to other brands.

In short, most female superhumans in this world wear stockings every day of the year, and most of the brands they wear are related to Zhao Yingqi.

"Yingqi, you really are a capitalist," Ronan teased.

Zhao Yingqi pouted angrily, "No, these are things they don't want, I picked them up."

What she said was actually true. The relevant technology was developed by the technical team a long time ago. Zhao Yingqi didn't go into hibernation for long. When she woke up decades ago, she used it. At that time, Gus and Amandina's son still controlled the biotechnology company that had been split off more than a hundred years ago. She borrowed their channels and then it developed to the point it is today.

"By the way, could you give me a seat at that show in a few days? I'd like to go check it out," Ronan said with interest.

He hasn't seen a fashion show in this world yet.

"No problem," Zhao Yingqi said, then casually asked, "By the way, what are we having for dinner?"

“I’ve had some French food in ages,” Ronan said.

Zhao Yingqi brought Ronan to a restaurant located inside the palace.

Paristo has two royal palaces: one in the northern highlands, which has witnessed the history of the Golden Eagle Dynasty for hundreds of years, and the other in the southwest, which was built hundreds of years ago. It was a grand palace, but the Golden Eagle Dynasty abandoned it before all the surrounding buildings were completed. Later, the main building became the office building of the national government, which is still in use today.

The northern highlands, where Ronan and Ambrina once lived, have been opened to the public as tourist attractions.

This restaurant is located inside.

Ronan only realized why Zhao Yingqi had brought him here when he arrived. The waiter explained that this was where Princess Ina Freigo used to enjoy afternoon tea, and afterwards, all the princesses used this place for afternoon tea. Ronan simply smiled and didn't try to correct him. Young Ina was full of energy, always causing trouble or on her way to cause trouble; even if she did have afternoon tea, it was always at the Security Bureau. This place was actually where Zhao Yingqi rested after Ronan gave him extra lessons.

The food here was surprisingly good, and the desserts were also excellent. It's said to be Ambrina's favorite, but that's not true. This kind of not-too-sweet syrup is Ronan's favorite.

Chapter 1320

A few days later, the fashion show.

The lead designer's inspiration reportedly came from seeing Empress Ambrina's dress from hundreds of years ago in a museum.

Ronan almost burst out laughing. The clothes on display in the museum did indeed belong to Ambrina, but none of them were worn by her. When she left France, Ambrina either took the clothes she had worn or destroyed the things she had used. These exquisite and luxurious dresses that were preserved were actually clothes she had never worn, and she might not even know some of them.

However, these clothes are indeed very nice.

The designer extracted elements from those gorgeous court costumes, maintaining his consistent style of emphasizing femininity in the tailoring. The most typical outfit is an upper coat that is somewhere between a trench coat and a short overcoat, with rounded and delicate shoulder lines. The inner lining supports the bust and cinches the waist, with gorgeous and intricate embroidery only on the cuffs and collar. It is elegant and luxurious, but not overly ostentatious. The lower body is a solid-color long skirt that is wide and reaches halfway down the calves, paired with black stockings and black satin stiletto heels.

When stationary, only the slender calves and ankles covered by stockings and the long insteps that form a single unit are visible. When walking quickly, more of the leg skin covered by stockings will be revealed.

It's absolutely amazing.

After the show, Zhao Yingqi ordered several outfits and also bought several ready-made clothes.

When she got home, she immediately changed into one of the outfits.

She was still wearing the three-strand pearl necklace around her neck.

She wore a beige long-sleeved short jacket, which was slightly loose at the top and very fitted at the waist and forearm sleeves. The deep U-neckline revealed her snow-white chest and the upper part of a red dress that covered her chest. She wore a black leather belt with silver buckles at the waist and a slightly fitted but not tight red knee-length skirt.

Overall, it forms a natural and soft hourglass shape that is not exaggerated, highlighting the beauty of the female curves without being overly seductive or vulgar.

She wore long white silk gloves, milky white opaque pantyhose, and red high heels.

This outfit is basically just red and white. The bold red and the elegant white contrast and blend together, releasing an allure within its restraint.

As Zhao Yingqi spun around to show off, just as she stretched out her legs, revealing her perfectly shaped, white-stockinged legs, Ronan pounced on her.

She went up and grabbed one of her hands, rubbing it forcefully against the white stockings.

After a passionate kiss and some foreplay involving mutual rubbing and kneading, Zhao Yingqi squatted down, pulled down Ronan's pants, looked at his not-yet-fully-erect, but already grotesque penis, smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar air, and felt dizzy and mesmerized. She reached out with her gloved hands and grasped his penis, stroking it continuously. Then she opened her mouth and took the entire glans into her mouth. While stroking it with her hands, she used the tip of her tongue to sweep up, down, left, and right around the urethral opening.

Wearing gloves to masturbate is inherently more stimulating than using your hands directly, and the sensation of the tongue stroking the urethral opening is even more intense. Soon, Ronan's penis became fully erect, throbbing several times in succession, and a large amount of pre-ejaculate flowed out.

Ronan reached out and gently tugged at the pearl necklace around Zhao Yingqi's neck. "Slow down, I haven't released in days. Don't let me lose control and ejaculate all over your mouth."

Zhao Yingqi let go and looked up, "Then shoot it in my mouth."

Ronan gently stroked her cheek with one hand, "I've been eating too many oysters these past few days. They're strong and fishy, ​​not the mild flavor you like."

Zhao Yingqi blinked his long, curled eyelashes and raised his slightly thick but not bushy eyebrows. "It's not a bad thing to have a strong taste once in a while, is it?"

Ronan poked Zhao Yingqi's nose with his finger, "Heh, I'll make you choke and your semen spray out of your big nostrils later."

"Who's got big nostrils, huh!" Zhao Yingqi angrily gripped Ronan's penis tightly. "Say it again and I'll bite you to death."

Her biggest dissatisfaction with her appearance was her nose. Actually, she was just not as delicate as others. Her nose was a little fleshy, unlike Guo Hanlu's nose, which was slightly upturned at the tip and had narrow nostrils, making it look small. Nor was it like Lu Jianling's nose, which had a high bridge and smooth lines, making her face more bright, elegant, delicate and three-dimensional.

Zhao Yingqi got angry and refused to do it, so Luo Nan could only try to coax and comfort her.

After a while, Luo Nan pushed Zhao Yingqi to sit down on the edge of the bed, then squatted down and picked up one of her feet.

First, she licked the smooth instep covered by white stockings, then took off her red high heels, sucked on the row of neat toes wrapped in white stockings, and then kissed and licked her way up the instep.

Then, he grabbed her feet and used Zhao Yingqi's white-stockinged feet to make his slightly softened penis hard again.

He then pulled up her skirt and buried his head in her hairless vulva through a slightly thick layer of white silk.

Once the lower part softens, the mouth loses its hardness.

"Are you still angry?" Ronan asked.

Zhao Yingqi pouted, "Why am I angry? You always seem to enjoy making me angry."

Ronan chuckled, "You're still young, if I don't tease you, who will I tease?" "I'm already this old, still young?" Zhao Yingqi said, while unconsciously crossing his legs.

“Old man, old man, I think your mental age has regressed to that of a teenager.” Ronan said, grabbing Zhao Yingqi’s white-stockinged thighs with both hands and pushing him back. “By the way, you don’t seem to have ever called me Dad.”

"You..." Zhao Yingqi was speechless for a moment, "How could you have the nerve to lay a hand on your daughter's best friend?"

"What, you're trying to turn the tables on me? You seduced me, Yingqi." Ronan said, pulling open the crotch of her white stockings and pressing his penis against her vulva. "Call me 'good daddy,' or I won't give it to you."

"More like stinky poop." As soon as he said that, Ronan thrust in all the way to the hilt, reaching the cervix. Zhao Yingqi, who hadn't been intimate for a long time, felt a slight pain and cried out, "Ouch!" She almost squeezed out a tear.

"Sweetie, it won't hurt for long." Ronan deliberately spoke in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.

Enraged, Zhao Yingqi slammed her heels against Ronan's buttocks and thighs. However, after Ronan's continuous thrusting, her white-stockinged legs gradually softened and slowly shifted into a position where they gripped Ronan's waist. Her mouth also loosened its grip, opening and closing slightly as she continuously emitted soft moans.

“Go a little faster,” Zhao Yingqi said, and then Ronan accelerated wildly. She patted Ronan’s back repeatedly, “Slow down.” When she told him to slow down, Ronan simply stopped moving.

"Hehe." Ronan gave a silly, feigned laugh.

"Hmm, oh." After groaning twice, Zhao Yingqi looked at Ronan angrily and said, "You're just trying to drive me crazy."

Ronan picked Zhao Yingqi up and clung to him like a little bear hugging a tree, saying, "Then you move yourself."

Zhao Yingqi wrapped his arms around Luo Nan's neck and started swaying back and forth, using his vagina to manipulate the penis. As he moved, he mumbled incoherently, "I'm going to eat your semen later."

Ronan gently supported Zhao Yingqi's white silk breasts with both hands, only giving her a little help when she was moving upwards, "Didn't I tell you, eating too much seafood makes you feel fishy and smelly?"

"I want it," Zhao Yingqi insisted.

“Alright then,” Ronan agreed.

“I don’t want to move anymore, you do it,” Zhao Yingqi said again.

“Okay.” Ronan agreed, then tossed Zhao Yingqi slightly upwards…

Chapter 1321

Switz, a mountainous country in the heart of the western continent, is home to one of the world's top comprehensive universities.

Falek is here as a student—yes, a student, not a professor.

The reason she was able to make so many outstanding contributions in the field of supernatural theory is mainly because of her unique magic. Her magic allows her to see the soul, a strange thing that exists yet does not exist, while others can only observe the various phenomena brought about by the soul through various means and then infer the image of the soul.

She was never a genius like Canaan, whose learning and creative abilities were both top-notch, but her learning and creative abilities were actually quite average.

In terms of talent alone, she is inferior to many others.

However, Falek worked hard enough.

To avoid falling behind and to maintain her level of expertise, Falek, being an immortal, periodically seeks to enter one of the world's top universities, spending several years learning cutting-edge mathematics and physics. This knowledge ultimately forms the foundation for her further innovations in the field of extraordinary theories.