Chapter 274: Chapter 88: The Eagle Faction Is Restless, the Special Agent Plan Initiates!

"So good, so damn good... go faster..." The girl moaned softly, breathlessly begging for my invasion. Of course I wouldn’t let such a beauty down—so I yanked down the zipper on her back that I’d just pulled up, slid my hand into Ruo Jia’s shirt and took hold of her perky yet yielding, snowy white breasts, kneading them roughly like dough, while pinching her stiffening, delicate nipples between my fingers, tweaking and rubbing them relentlessly.

"Ah... ahh..." Her cries spilled out, part sob, part plea, drenched in sweetness and lewdness—only fueling my own savage lust. My thick cock rammed ceaselessly in and out of the girl’s secret garden, forcing her tight folds to cling and ripple around me, the friction driving us both wild with nearly unbearable pleasure.

Her wet little pussy grew hotter and slicker, flooding with juice—so much it mixed with my own fluids, turning into a frothy, white, sticky mess that trickled down where we were joined, soaking the sheer, glossy tights stretched over her thighs. Time was slipping away—and with every passing second the mess only worsened. Determined to bring us both right to the brink, I hammered into her as fast and hard as I could, desperate to push us together toward the climax.

Jiajia’s ass crashed back against me, my frantic thrusts echoing in the empty room—a damp, rhythmic smack, not loud but just loud enough it might be heard by her aunt in the living room. The faster and harder I pounded, the more rigidly her whole body tensed, her limits fraying right at the edge.

"I-I can’t... can’t... ahh—!" With a tightly restrained, almost sobbing moan, her snug little hole clenched down hard, milking my cock, and then scalding honey exploded onto my tip as her orgasm peaked, pulling me right after. I pressed my legs against her own, those beautiful thighs sheathed in see-through stockings, swelling so tight I couldn’t—"Sis, do we know each other?"

Absolute silence.

"Auntie..."

Chaos surged!

"Sis!"

And then—smoke cleared away~

Ning An’s head throbbed with frustration.

He wasn’t sure exactly what had gone wrong, but one thing was certain.

The woman inside that painting, she definitely wasn’t just an object.

He’d already used every technique he knew, but none of it had any effect.

And, strangely, there was an odd sense of appreciation echoing between them—a faint affinity making it impossible for him to feel any urge to strike with deadly force, even if he did have the means to do so.

Damn it!

Frowning, Ning An pondered his next move—when suddenly, a prickling, heated itch raced along his back, a tingling numbness spreading like static over his skin.

"Poisoned...?"

He immediately poured all his strength into the Five Ghosts Transport Technique—and after a fleeting moment, the sensation faded.

He glanced again at the stubborn, impossible painting and sighed, then simply turned and strode away.

...

"Look! Daoist Ning!"

"Daoist Ning’s out!"

"Daoist Ning, are you alright?"

The team waiting outside looked visibly excited, hurrying to surround him.

Their concern sent a rare warmth through Ning An’s usually guarded heart. He shook his head and asked, "Can you contact the others—see if those kids have woken up yet?"

Someone immediately went to check, and Ning An pulled Lin Yanke and Zhang Yingming aside, dropping his voice: "The shop owner wasn’t lying. There really is a Deceitful Painting."

"Just what the hell is that painting?" Zhang Xingmin stared at the door that had abruptly vanished, his nerves still frayed.

"I don’t have the full picture yet. But if I have to describe it... it’s a lot like the Person in the Painting from Strange Tales."

Ning An shared his best guess and added some details.

"What’s in that Deceitful Painting is... I can’t do a damn thing about it. Even if you pile up ten more exorcists, it won’t change. If we don’t want things to spiral from here, the only way is to call in a truly powerful expert—or evacuate everyone in the town, minimize the fallout, and monitor what happens next."

"Is there any other way, Daoist Master?" Zhang Xingmin’s expression was downright bleak.

Both options were either risky as hell or would burn through immense resources and manpower.

"Well, there’s one more. Just bomb the place to hell—use modern weapons, burn everything to ash. That’s the last resort, if you can stomach it." Ning An shook his head.

Ah, shit...

Zhang Xingmin froze, then when it sank in, his face twisted in despair.

Bomb a residential area with live rounds? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

That’s not the kind of thing you’d expect from anyone—not even a goddamn animal.

No matter how unknown or weird the phenomenon, even the top brass probably wouldn’t allow something so ruthless.

The reason was simple—the public impact would be catastrophic!

It’s not hard to see: a town like this, thirty to fifty thousand people, hardly a drop in the bucket for Dragon Country at large. Statistically, losing them barely ruffles the numbers.

But events like this will get more common, not less—Dragon Country won’t always be able to cover them up or save everyone.

Still, people always cling to hope—thinking "maybe I’ll be the lucky one," or maybe the officials might save them from doom after all.

But if, the moment something goes wrong, the Dragon Country officials just rain down missiles—

—people would completely lose faith, the nation’s order could collapse overnight without a fight!

And anyway, what’s the big deal about the supernatural?

Maybe, one day, the weird just might become Dragon Country’s newest energy source!