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"Uh—no way? Shawn Young, how could he possibly show up here?! Is this... am I hallucinating?" Yvonne Hu couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
But as her mind gradually cleared, Yvonne quickly realized it wasn't a hallucination. She noticed she was covered with a camouflage combat jacket, and the familiar scent on it was unmistakable—Shawn Young's. She'd smelled that masculine scent before, during her close encounters with Shawn. Yvonne had always been cold and withdrawn, especially after adulthood, and in her social circle, the only man she was familiar with was Shawn Young. She'd never been intimate with any other man, except for those close encounters with Shawn. The memory of Shawn helping her purge the Soul-Leech was deeply etched in her mind, replaying over and over, never to be forgotten.
"Ugh—why is this super bad guy Shawn Young's jacket on me? Did he really come here to save me? But where did he go now?" Yvonne couldn't figure it out, so she slowly propped herself up, trying to stand.
She barely managed to get up when her legs went weak, almost unable to stand. Her right thigh felt numb and sore, and Yvonne froze, remembering she'd been shot there. She looked down and saw the wound had already scabbed over, with dark red bits of herbal medicine stuck to it, giving off a soothing, fragrant scent.
"Huh? What's going on—did Shawn Young put this herbal medicine on me? That means... he must've taken off my pants—oh no! That guy's such a perv—he definitely stripped me while I was unconscious! What a jerk!" Yvonne suddenly realized she was completely naked below, and just imagining Shawn Young doing that made her blush and her heart race.
"Did he do something bad to me while I was out? He... he can't be that much of an animal, right? If I don't remember anything, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?" The thought made Yvonne panic. She quickly slipped a finger into her secret triangle to check, but found nothing unusual. Instead, she ended up stimulating herself, making her body tremble—it was her first time doing that, and she didn't expect such a strong reaction.
Yvonne quickly pulled her finger out, finding it covered in glistening fluid. Embarrassed and blushing, she looked around nervously. She remembered when Shawn Young helped her with the Soul-Leech in a hotel room, she'd had similar strange secretions and indescribable pleasure that lingered in her memory. Just recalling that intimate, ambiguous moment with Shawn made her face burn and her body go weak. She felt herself growing wet and slippery between her legs, so ashamed she squatted down, planning to find somewhere to wash up—after all, it was pretty embarrassing to be this sticky down there.
She remembered there was a clear little stream in the woods nearby. At first, she wanted to wait and see if her mother Vivian Fang or Shawn Young would show up, but she felt so uncomfortable and had no idea where they'd gone. So Yvonne decided to head to the stream and clean herself up. She wrapped Shawn Young's oversized camouflage jacket tightly around her body and walked toward the stream deeper in the forest.
Soon, she reached the depths of the woods and saw the winding stream. Just as she was about to go over, she suddenly heard splashing water, mixed with a woman's soft moans and a man's heavy breathing. There was also a strange, rhythmic thumping—"thud-thud, smack-smack"—coming from the water. Yvonne's heart leapt and she trembled all over, instantly wanting to run away. She had no idea what those sounds were, and thought maybe armed thugs were doing something in the stream.
Just as she turned away, Yvonne suddenly heard an unmistakably familiar woman's voice: "Oh—you're amazing! Harder—yes! Go deeper—oh—God! It feels so good—I'm about to fly!"
Yvonne's beautiful eyes widened in shock. She recognized it as her mother Vivian Fang's voice, but it sounded so strange—trembling with sheer pleasure. In Yvonne's mind, her mom was always elegant and dignified, so why was she making such 'weird' and excited noises now?
Before Yvonne could figure it out, a familiar man's voice rang out, rough and wild: "Oh—sis—you're so beautiful—so wet—this feels amazing—I'm gonna pound you—oh—so good—I'm about to lose it—I'm—I'm ready to shoot!"
"Oh—ah—yes—I'm flying too—come on—harder—hit me deep—take me with you—let's fly to the heavens together—" Vivian Fang shouted in sync, her moans growing more urgent.
"Ah! It's Shawn Young! Why does my mom want him to take her flying to the heavens? Is he flying a plane here? No way—this forest is way too dense for a helicopter to land!" Yvonne couldn't make sense of their excited shouting. Curious, she crept closer, hid behind a big tree, and peeked out—what she saw made her blush, her heart race, and her mind go blank at the shockingly steamy scene before her.