Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

The commander pondered for a moment, his eyes fixed on Ivy's pulsating red dot.

"No," he finally decided, "Let Ivy continue with the plan. She's already successfully approached her target, and that's our advantage."

"but..."

"No buts," the commander interrupted, "Contact Ivy and tell her to proceed with the assassination plan. She's our last chance."

The technician nodded and began to operate the communication equipment.

"Ivy's implanted communicator is still functioning," he reported. "Trying to connect..."

On the screen, Ivy's vital signs continued to fluctuate, and her heart rate rose and fell, presenting a strange rhythm.

"Connection successful," the technician breathed a sigh of relief, "Information can be transmitted now."

The commander leaned over the microphone and said in a low and firm voice:

"Ivy, listen. All team members have lost contact, and the mission now depends entirely on you. Continue to execute the assassination plan, at all costs. I repeat, continue to execute the assassination plan."

After the message was sent, they stared at the screen, waiting for Ivy's response.

Ivy was being fucked to death by the strong man behind her on the bed.

Her body trembled with every thrust of Zhang Luan's, her muscles tensed and relaxed, and sweat formed a thin sheen on her smooth skin, shimmering in the dim light.

Her breasts swayed up and down with the movement, her breasts stood upright with excitement, and every tremor outlined a perfect arc.

The slender waist and body form a breathtaking curve, and every inch of skin exudes mature charm.

Her breathing became rapid and irregular, sometimes deep and sometimes short, and intermittent moans came from her throat, with uncontrollable desire in her voice.

Zhang Luan's fingers were still pinching her tongue, and saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin and slender neck, shining with a crystal luster under the light.

Her brain was almost unable to think, and she could only feel her body being filled again and again, running through her body like an electric current, spreading from her spine to every limb.

Suddenly, Zhang Luan pulled himself free, turned her over, and held her up face to face.

Before Ivy had time to adapt to this change, she felt her legs being bent upwards.

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The straight ones are pressed to both sides of the shoulders, showing a flexibility that makes your blood boil.

This posture allowed her to completely expose herself in front of Zhang Luan, without reservation or defense. Her breasts pressed against Zhang Luan's chest. Her snow-white jelly flesh deformed with the movements, being squeezed into various shapes, and the bulges became more sensitive and erect due to the friction.

Zhang Luan grasped her slender waist tightly with both hands, his fingertips sinking into her soft skin, leaving faint red marks, making the junction of the two people the only fulcrum, and then began to hit hard.

Each impact was precise and powerful. Ivy felt as if she was nailed to the spot, unable to escape. She could only endure this violent attack. Her body was filled and emptied again and again, bringing incomparable pleasure.

She tilted her head back, and her long golden hair danced in the air with the rhythm, like a golden wave, setting off her fair skin and flushed cheeks.

Her originally calm and charming expression gradually collapsed, her blue eyes lost focus, her pupils slightly dilated, tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, and the tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat.

Her lips were slightly open, rosy and moist, the tip of her tongue sometimes showed and sometimes retracted, as if she couldn't control her facial muscles, and saliva formed a crystal trail on the edge of her lips.

The toes were stretched straight, trembling with every impact, the lines of the instep were graceful and tight, and the toes curled and stretched due to extreme pain.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came to her ears - it was the micro communicator implanted behind her ear.

"Ivy, listen. All team members have lost contact, and the mission now depends entirely on you. Continue to execute the assassination plan, at all costs. I repeat, continue to execute the assassination plan."

The voice from the command center came clearly into her ears, but she was unable to respond at all at the moment.

The body is experiencing wave after wave of climax, the brain almost stops thinking, and only the raw sensory experience remains.

She wanted to answer, wanted to say something, but all that came out of her throat were broken moans and gasps.

Everything in front of his eyes was blurry, his body was spasming uncontrollably, and his inner walls tightly gripped the invader, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop.

The voice of the command center sounded again, but in her sensory world, the voice had become distant and vague, drowned by the waves.

She could only rise and fall with Zhang Luan's rhythm, like a small boat floating in the ocean of desire, completely forgetting her mission and who she was.

Inside the black van, the atmosphere in the command center was extremely solemn.

"Ivy didn't respond," the communications technician turned around, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, "but her vital signs show she's still alive... and..."

He hesitated, not knowing how to describe the abnormal data fluctuations on the screen.

"And what?" the commander asked coldly, staring at the technician with a sharp gaze.

"Her heart rate continues to fluctuate between 140 and 160, her breathing is rapid, and her endocrine system hormone levels are abnormally high," the technician swallowed hard. "These physiological indicators... don't seem like a combat state, but more like..."

"She was captured?" the second-in-command interrupted, frowning.

The analyst pushed up his glasses and stared at Ivy's physiological data on the screen. "No, these data patterns are very special. I've seen similar cases before..."

There was silence in the car, and everyone looked at him.

"She might be...engaging in close contact with the target," the analyst finally chose a euphemism. "These physiological indicators are highly consistent with responses during sexual activity."

"What?" The deputy commander stood up suddenly, almost hitting the roof of the car. "Are you saying she's sleeping with the target?"

"The data doesn't lie," the analyst pointed to the waveform on the screen. "This regular heart rate fluctuation and endocrine hormone release pattern are very typical. And..."

He pulled up another set of data. "In the past twenty-five minutes, she has experienced at least eight obvious orgasmic reactions."

The commander's face turned pale. "Is she on a mission?"

"No," the communications director shook his head. "That wasn't in the mission brief. Her mission was a direct assassination, not an approach."

"So she's a traitor?" the deputy commander asked through gritted teeth.

The commander was silent for a moment. "Not necessarily. Perhaps she was forced, or perhaps she was looking for a better opportunity to assassinate him."

"But she's not responding to our communications," the technician reminded.

"Perhaps she's not in a position to respond," the commander pondered. "Continue to monitor her vital signs and report any abnormalities immediately. Meanwhile, prepare Plan B."

Everyone present was silent for a while. They all knew that Plan B was to issue a kill order for Ivy as well, and once the first batch of frontline killers were killed, the people in the car would be the second batch to be killed.

However, they were not sure about their ability to deal with a strong enemy like Zhang Luan.

It can be said that this is a one-sided act of suicide.

Chapter 361 Crazy Night

Everyone in the van stared at the screen intently, noticing that Ivy's orgasm was still continuing at a constant rate, her heartbeat non-stop.

"This has been going on forty minutes," the analyst whispered. "No normal person could possibly..."

"We can't wait any longer," the commander suddenly decided. "Let's take advantage of the target focusing their attention on Ivy and launch a surprise attack. Maybe there will be a chance."

Everyone exchanged glances and nodded heavily.

"Prepare your weapons," the deputy commander ordered. "Approach in silent mode. Once you locate your target, use tranquilizer rounds immediately."

He knew that ordinary bullets could not hurt him, so he prepared to take a relatively gentle approach.

In fact, bullets can't penetrate the skin, so how can the needle of the anesthetic injection be effective? He didn't know.

But after excluding the wrong answer of live-fire shooting, you have to try the remaining answers, whether they are right or wrong.

Several agents quickly sorted out their equipment, checked their weapons, and put on tactical gloves.

"Keep monitoring vital signs," the commander told the remaining technicians, "and keep me updated on Ivy's status."

The agents formed a line, preparing to quietly leave through the back door of the van.

Just as the leading agent reached out to open the car door, it suddenly shook violently.

"What's going on—"

Before he could finish his words, a powerful force suddenly ripped the car door open, and the metal made a harsh sound of deformation.

The dazzling sunlight shone in, and a tall figure stood at the door - Zhang Luan in shorts, with clear muscle lines on his naked upper body and a strange smile on his face.

The technician who remained in front of the monitoring screen looked at the vital signs monitor in horror - Ivy's heart rate was still at a peak, and the physiological indicators showed that she was in the midst of an intense orgasm.

"But... Zhang Luan is here... then who is..." The technician's mind was in a mess.

However, the answer is no longer important.

Zhang Luan slowly opened his hands, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the water vapor condensed into tiny ice crystals.

"No!" The commander raised his weapon, but it was too late.

Countless ice cones suddenly emerged from the walls of the car, piercing inward at an astonishing speed, penetrating everyone in the car at the same time.

Blood spread on the white ice cone, forming strange red patterns.

There was no screaming, no struggle, only a brief twitch before returning to calm.

Zhang Luan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, turned around and left, returning to the hotel with a relaxed pace.

After returning to the room, the scene before him made the corners of his mouth rise.

Ivy was lying on the bed with her round buttocks sticking out, and there was a mechanical device behind her - a sophisticated gun machine that was moving in and out of her body rhythmically.

Her body, which had already been developed to be extremely sensitive by Zhang Luan, could no longer withstand this continuous stimulation.

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Her upper body was completely pressed against the wall, trying to escape the relentless machinery, but she was pinned in place and unable to truly escape.

Her breasts were pressed against the cold wall, jelly flesh spilling out from both sides, forming a curve. It became red and swollen from the friction, and as her body trembled, it left a subtle trace on the wall.

Her cheek was pressed against the wall, her long blond hair was scattered messily on her shoulders and back, soaked with sweat and forming strands. Her blue eyes had lost their focus, and tears and sweat mixed together and slid down her cheeks.

Her butt struggled between two conflicting desires—wanting to avoid the constant stimulation, yet instinctively wanting to cater to it. The result was a strange swaying motion, like some kind of unconscious dance.

The insides of her thighs were already wet, and a large dark stain had formed on the bed sheet, proving that she had experienced multiple orgasms.

Zhang Luan smiled slightly, walked to the bed, turned off the power of the gun machine, and pulled it out of Ivy's body.

Ivy let out a moan that sounded like both relief and reluctance, her body still twitching slightly on the bed.

"Thank you for the intelligence," Zhang Luan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your companions have all been dealt with. Now, it's time to repay you."

With that, he stepped forward, filling the void that had just been evacuated by the machine.

Ivy's body suddenly arched up, as if she was electrocuted, and another wave of orgasm swept over her, but she no longer had the strength to scream and could only make weak whimpers.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the half-drawn curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Zhang Luan sat on the sofa, coffee cup in one hand, his gaze fixed on the naked woman in the bed. Ivy lay on her back, her long blond hair scattered messily on the pillow. Her fair skin was covered in red marks and bruises, some even bearing faint teeth marks. Her legs were slightly parted, the sheets beneath her were a mess, and her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

It’s been a long time since I felt so refreshed, Zhang Luan thought.

Because of his strong physique, he was always very cautious when he was with the girls from the other world, fearing that he would hurt them accidentally. He always just did what he wanted, never daring to let go.

Only when he was with Edwige did he feel completely satisfied. And this was the second time.

I have to say, I don't feel bad when having sex with other people's women, and I don't have any psychological burden of ruining them.

Last night, Zhang Luan witnessed all of Ivy's most shameful and undignified behavior. The way she cried and begged for mercy, the way she lost control of her bladder, the way she was forced to admit she was sent by the Eagle Sauce, the way she lost her mind in extreme pain...

Not only physically, but also psychologically, there is a strange sense of satisfaction. Conquering a woman who originally wanted to kill him and letting her collapse under him is much more exciting than just sex.

Zhang Luan took a sip of coffee and recalled that Ivy was unconscious at the end of last night, only able to make unconscious moans, her eyes rolled back, and her body spasmed uncontrollably.

He had to admit that the feeling of toying with a well-trained killer to the point of collapse gave him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

On the bed, Ivy's fingers moved slightly.

Then, his eyelids trembled and slowly opened. His blue eyes were a little out of focus at first, but then slowly regained clarity.

She blinked, as if trying to remember where she was and what had happened.

When her eyes met Zhang Luan sitting on the sofa, her body stiffened noticeably.

Memories came flooding back, everything that had happened last night flashing through her mind—her mission, her failure, and the long, crushing night that had followed.

Ivy did not frantically pull the quilt to cover her naked body, nor did she try to escape or attack. The instinctive shame and defensiveness had been completely washed away by the countless climaxes last night.

She just lay there quietly, like an overused object, neither resisting nor escaping.

"Good morning," she said, her voice husky and with an unfamiliar calmness, as if she were greeting an ordinary person she had just met.

This inappropriate politeness made the atmosphere even more eerie.

Zhang Luan raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to react like this.

"Good morning," he responded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Did you sleep well?"