Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist

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Angela lay on the table, her golden hair clinging messily to her flushed cheeks, outlining the graceful curve of her neck.

Her off-white long skirt rode up due to her posture, revealing a section of her beautifully shaped, smooth and jade-like calves.

She murmured unconsciously, her brows furrowed, as if she were struggling for something even in her dream.

Su Hui walked to her side, put his hand on her shoulder, and said softly.

"The banquet is over. I'll take you back to your room."

Angela groggily raised her head, her beautiful blue eyes unfocused and filled with moisture.

She looked at the man in front of her, her drunkenness dulling even her last bit of vigilance.

"I...I don't need your help...I can walk by myself..."

Her voice was soft and weak, with a thick nasal tone. She tried to push Su Hui's hand away, but it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

Su Hui ignored her feeble resistance.

He stretched out his strong arm and wrapped it around her soft waist. With a little effort, he lifted her up from the chair, pressing her warm, voluptuous body tightly against his chest.

Angela's unique body odor, mixed with the smell of alcohol, instantly entered Su Hui's nasal cavity.

"Ugh...no...don't touch me..."

Angela gasped, her feet leaving the ground, and instinctively grabbed Su Hui's collar, clinging to him.

Su Hui felt the soft, fragrant touch of Angela in his arms, a victorious smile on his lips. He half-carried and half-dragged the completely powerless Angela towards the main building of the manor.

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116. Drunk Angela [5.2k]

The main building of the manor was silent under the cover of night.

Su Hui half-embraced Angela, almost completely encircling her soft, voluptuous body in his arms.

His hands steadily cradled her slender waist, and even through the layer of off-white fabric of her long dress, he could clearly feel the amazing warmth and elasticity of her skin.

Angela was quite drunk, and she leaned her entire weight against Su Hui without any defense.

Her beautiful long golden hair fell down, and a few strands playfully brushed against Su Hui's neck, bringing a faint ticklish sensation.

The faint fragrance emanating from her body mingled with the lingering aroma of alcohol from the banquet, creating an even more intoxicating and ambiguous atmosphere that continuously permeated Su Hui's nostrils.

This aroma acted like a catalyst, igniting Su Hui's most primal desire for conquest.

This woman, who was usually as pure as an angel, gentle yet resilient, was now like a defenseless lamb, completely at his mercy.

This strong contrast brought him immense pleasure.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Hui pushed open Angela's door.

The room is simply yet warmly furnished, reflecting the elegant taste unique to mature women.

A soft wool carpet, a bookshelf exuding the scent of wood, neatly arranged with medical books and several classic masterpieces, and a vase by the bedside with a few white rosebuds waiting to bloom.

Everything here seems to embody Angela herself, exuding a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

Su Hui unceremoniously placed her soft body on the large, soft bed.

The mattress sagged deeply due to the sudden increase in weight.

Angela let out a muffled whimper and groggily opened her blue eyes, which were already misty with tears.

"Hmm... Have we arrived yet...?"

"arrive."

Su Hui's voice was deep and magnetic. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

He began to unbutton her beige dress.

"What...what are you going to do...don't touch me..."

Angela seemed to regain consciousness for a moment, and she instinctively wanted to resist, reaching out her weak hands to push against Su Hui's chest.

But to him, this amount of force was no different from a cat's whining, and it only added to the fun.

Su Hui easily grabbed her flailing wrist and continued his actions.

The zipper of the long dress was smoothly unzipped, and the exquisite and soft fabric slid off her smooth shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

Su Hui's gaze sharpened slightly.

Beneath the skirt was not the simple style he had imagined, but a set of exquisite black lace lingerie.

The mysterious black color created a striking visual contrast with her snow-white skin. The thin lace trim outlined the breathtaking fullness of her chest, showcasing the mature woman's voluptuous and alluring curves to the fullest.

This lingerie set exudes the charm and allure of a mature woman, seemingly silently expressing the suppressed desires deep within its owner's heart.

"Angela, I didn't know you were so good at picking lingerie."

Su Hui chuckled, his fingers tracing her collarbone, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin, and slowly moving downwards, parting the edge of the lace to reveal her pert breasts.

"No...don't do this..."

Angela's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and her blushing cheeks showed a hint of resistance. She pushed him away with her hands, but it looked more like she was being coquettish.

Ignoring her protests, Su Hui lowered his head and kissed her soft, red lips that smelled of wine. His kiss was domineering and deep, his tongue prying open her teeth and greedily savoring her sweetness.

"Ugh... Haa..."

Angela's resistance gradually weakened, her body softening under the dual stimulation of alcohol and passionate kisses. Her hands gripped his clothes tightly without her noticing, and she let out soft moans.

His large hand slid down her beautifully curved waist, caressed her long, slender thighs, and gently pinched them. Her incredibly elastic skin trembled slightly, causing her to gasp softly, "Mmm... don't... don't touch there..."

Su Hui chuckled softly, his fingers circling her inner thigh, feeling the smooth texture, and a faint, moist scent emanating from between her legs.

"Still being stubborn? Your body tells a much more honest story than you do."

He gently parted her legs, his fingers caressing her sensitive petals through her lace panties, the wet, sticky touch igniting a fire in his eyes.

"Ah... Um... No, don't..."

Angela's voice was filled with shame and trembling, but her body involuntarily responded to his fingers, and her juices slowly seeped out, wetting the thin lace.

Without further hesitation, Su Hui pulled down her panties, revealing her pink vulva. The moist petals were slightly open, and the glistening nectar shone under the light.

He leaned closer, sniffed lightly, and a sweet, delicate fragrance entered his nostrils, making his throat tighten.

Su Hui's tongue had already precisely licked her sensitive flower bud, and the wet and slippery touch made her whole body tremble, and her slender, beautiful legs unconsciously tightened around his head.

"Hiss... No, don't lick... It's so itchy..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she gripped the sheets so tightly that her nails almost dug into the soft fabric.

Su Hui's tongue nimbly roamed among her petals, sucking on the delicate bud, the gurgling sound of water particularly clear in the quiet room.

Angela's breathing became more and more rapid, her body trembled as if electrocuted, and her juices flowed like a spring, soaking his lips and tongue.

"Aaaah... I can't take it anymore... Ugh... Ugh..."

She suddenly tilted her head back, her long golden hair scattered on the pillow, her blue eyes filled with tears, completely lost in the waves of pleasure.

Su Hui straightened up, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and his already erect penis.

Su Hui reached out and kneaded her snow-white, plump breasts, his fingers flicking at her pink buds as he smiled at Angela writhing beneath him.

"I thought you'd just suddenly attack me and start fighting, but I'm not too excited about it."

"You're lying! I didn't! Get away from me, you bastard pervert!"

Angela's body stiffened, and she tried to push him away, but Su Hui easily pressed her down. His dragon slowly pressed against the entrance of her flower valley, and the wet touch made him groan softly.

"Relax, you'll feel better soon."

"No! Get off me!"

Su Hui adjusted his posture, aiming his erect member at the moist, throbbing entrance, and slowly exerted force.

The front part forced open the tight passage, penetrating deeply with difficulty but determination, bringing a tearing, sharp pain.

“Ah…it hurts…”

Angela cried out in pain, tears welling in her eyes, her body tensing up suddenly.

Su Hui stopped what he was doing, bent down and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice gentle: "Relax, it will hurt the first time, but it will be over soon."

He patiently comforted her, kissing her forehead and cheeks, his tongue lingering on her earlobe.

At first, Angela was pushing him away, making a last, futile resistance.

But soon, under Su Hui's strong and skillful offensive, her resistance weakened.

The tight inner walls began to secrete more nectar, slipperily enveloping the invading giant.

Su Hui sensed her change and slowly exerted force with his waist, penetrating deeper.

"Ugh...it feels so full...ah..."

The hand that had been pushing her away had somehow turned into a tight grip on his clothes, and her body had gone from stiff to supple, eventually even unconsciously starting to yield.

The dam of reason collapsed completely under the dual impact of alcohol and desire.

Angela's moans shifted from pain to a strange sense of fulfillment, a mixture of shame and pleasure.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Su Hui's back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving faint red marks.

Su Hui began to thrust slowly, each time accompanied by a gurgling sound as the tight passage sucked on his massive member.

Angela's moans grew more frequent, her body swaying gently to his rhythm, her long golden hair scattered haphazardly on the sheets.

"Ah... Su Hui... um... slower..."

Her voice was tinged with sobs, yet also filled with longing, and her long legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist.

Su Hui lowered his head and kissed her lips, his tongue prying open her teeth and intertwining with her wet, fragrant tongue, swallowing her soft moans.

"Ugh... Ugh... Haaah..."

Angela's consciousness gradually blurred as she was immersed in waves of pleasure.

Her honey pot became increasingly wet and slippery, with layers of soft flesh enveloping her, bringing unparalleled pleasure.

Su Hui's movements gradually quickened, each impact reaching deep inside, producing a series of slapping sounds as flesh struck each other.

"Ah...it's too deep...you bastard...waaaah..."

"Waaaaah... I... I can't take it anymore..."

Angela's voice was choked with sobs, her body trembled violently, and she screamed as she reached her climax, her honey hole spasming violently, and love juice gushing out like a tide.

She lay limp on the bed, her blue eyes glazed over, her chest heaving as she reveled in the afterglow.

Su Hui lowered his head and kissed her neck, feeling her body tremble slightly, and whispered, "This is just the beginning, baby."

He flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, and continued to enter her from behind.

Angela gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as pleasure washed over her once more.

She bit her lip, turned her head away in embarrassment and annoyance, her voice barely audible:

"Hmph...bastard..."

In the darkness of night, only the sounds of intertwined bodies, the gurgling of flowing juices, and Angela's soft moans as she went from shyness to ecstasy remained in the room.

Her rationality collapsed completely under the influence of alcohol and desire, turning into a pool of spring water, utterly surrendering to Su Hui's control.

……

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the gap in the curtains.

Angela's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

The headache from the hangover made her frown unconsciously, and then she realized something was wrong.

It seems I'm... not wearing anything.

Moreover, he was lying on an incredibly warm and firm chest, with a strange, masculine scent lingering around his nose.

Last night, those broken, shameful, and insane images flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

That man's domineering declaration, his kiss that brooked no refusal, and later... everything that made her too ashamed to talk about.

Boom! Mei, where are you? Lin Lin Kong, where are you? Lin Zai Zai, where are you...?

Angela's cheeks instantly lost all color, then flushed crimson with overwhelming shame and anger.