beggar's wife

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It was New Year's Eve again, and every household in Lijia Village was filled with laughter and joy. Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, steam rose from the farmhouses as dumplings were being cooked, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
At this time of family reunion, a black Audi sedan stopped on a small road not far from Lijia Village. It wasn't because the car had broken down, but because the owner had some business to attend to.
With a long moan from the young woman, the two inside the car simultaneously reached climax. The man pressed himself firmly against the woman, his glans pressing against her cervix as he ejaculated his thick semen into her uterus. After the climax, the man reluctantly withdrew his dripping penis, and the woman obediently turned over, using her tongue to clean the semen and vaginal fluid from his shaft.
The man, watching her bent-over, snow-white buttocks licking his penis, patted her buttocks with satisfaction and said, "Good baby, I'll transfer you to work in the city after the New Year."
"Mmm, thank you, Brother Yu, you really care about me, mmm," the young woman said, continuing to lick the man's penis.
This young woman was named Li Qian, and she lived in Li Family Village. In this impoverished countryside, she was a well-known beauty. She was a policewoman in the town's police station. In order to get a promotion, she had slept with Secretary Yu in the city behind her husband's back. On New Year's Eve, she gave up the opportunity to have New Year's Eve dinner with her family to drink and have sex with him, all to leave this poor and backward village. She also understood that Secretary Yu's transfer of her to the city was just for his convenience. But it didn't matter, as long as she could leave this godforsaken place, it was all worth it.
After cleaning Secretary Yu's penis, Li Qian put on her snow boots and down jacket and got out of the car. Stepping out of the warm carriage, Li Qian shivered involuntarily in the cold wind. Fearing her affair would be discovered, she had to walk home herself. Although the village was already in sight, Li Qian couldn't help but curse the country road, which lacked even streetlights. This wretched place, leaving was the right thing to do!
Just as she was envisioning a bright future, she suddenly slipped and fell with a cry of pain, tumbling into a dry ditch by the roadside. Li Qian fainted. Even without anyone helping her, she wouldn't have frozen to death. But someone found her, and that person would take her life.
Ding the Fool was also a resident of Li Family Village, or rather, a beggar from Li Family Village. He had suffered brain damage from a childhood illness, so everyone called him Ding the Fool. Ding the Fool's butcher father died when he was a teenager, and his mother abandoned him to run off with a scoundrel. With no one to care for him and no way to earn money, Ding the Fool could only survive by begging and petty theft.
It was New Year's Eve, and Ding the Fool, who had gone out to "make a living," returned quite late. He wandered around the cemeteries of several nearby villages, and the offerings that others used for ancestor worship became his rare New Year's Eve dinner. What made him happiest was that he had also found two bottles of Erguotou (a
type of Chinese liquor); nothing could be more exciting on a cold winter night. Ding the Fool was walking along a path outside the village when he soon noticed a pile of white, unidentified things in a ditch by the roadside. Ding the Fool went closer to take a look and saw that it was a woman wearing a white down jacket. Ding the Fool found it strange, so he went down to the bottom of the ditch and turned Li Qian's face over. When he realized it was Li Qian, Ding the Fool couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap!"
It turned out that Ding the Fool often did petty theft, and Li Qian, as the local "police officer," naturally had to teach him a lesson. In Ding the Fool's mind, Li Qian was practically synonymous with a shrew. Ding the Fool didn't know why this shrew was sleeping in such a place, but the smell of alcohol on her made him understand; when he was drunk, he often just collapsed and fell asleep anywhere.
Although this shrew was a scoundrel, he couldn't let her freeze to death, Ding the Fool was actually quite kind-hearted. He didn't dare take Li Qian home directly; who knew if her family would beat him? So, he carried the unconscious Li Qian towards his "home."
Ding the Fool's "home" was in an abandoned kiln outside Li Family Village; the original house had long been taken away by his father's creditors. Ding the Fool placed Li Qian on his bedding and then lit a fire in the kiln. The originally dark and cold kiln quickly warmed up.
The leaping flames cast a warm glow on Li Qian, and Ding the Fool felt a flutter in his heart as he looked at this cold beauty who usually made him afraid to look directly at her. She was wearing snow boots, with fluffy fur around her ankles that looked soft and lovely. A pair of black leggings hugged her shapely legs, and a white down jacket paired with a short skirt made her even more alluring in the winter.
Looking at this renowned beauty, Ding the Fool couldn't help but swallow hard. He felt a surge of heat in his chest and a slight dizziness, as if he'd been drinking. He walked up to Li Qian almost unconsciously and tremblingly reached out to touch her face. When his fingertips touched her delicate, flawless skin, he recoiled as if electrocuted. Touching this "she-devil's" face was something he'd never even dared to dream of before; his heart was pounding.
Ding the Fool frantically ran to the cave entrance, looking around to make sure no one was nearby before his wildly beating heart calmed down slightly. He returned to Li Qian's side, cupped her cheeks in his hands, and gently stroked them. The soft, smooth touch was something he'd never experienced before in his life. For a moment, he felt that this shrew wasn't so scary after all; she seemed to have become a plaything in his hands.
Ding the Fool got a little carried away and couldn't resist pinching Li Qian's tender, delicate face hard twice.
Unexpectedly, this caused trouble; the pinch woke Li Qian up in pain. Seeing the object he had been toying with suddenly open its eyes, Ding the Fool was stunned and froze on the spot. Li Qian blinked her blurry eyes and finally saw that the dirty, smelly man in front of her was Ding the Fool from her village.
Li Qian didn't have time to think about why she was there; all she knew was that Ding the Fool was pinching her face, not knowing what he was going to do. Li Qian screamed and sat up from her bedding, turning to run away. Seeing this, Ding the Fool instinctively grabbed her, saying, "Don't run!" Ding the Fool pulled too hard, and Li Qian lost her balance and fell back onto the bedding with a thud.
"Ding, you idiot! What do you think you're doing? Let me tell you, if you dare touch a hair on my head, I'll have you arrested and shot tomorrow!" Li Qian shouted at Ding in the same tone she used to reprimand him. Ding knew he was in trouble, but this dim-witted guy had no idea how to handle his current predicament. He only knew he couldn't let this shrew escape, or he'd be dead for sure.
Thinking this, Ding tackled Li Qian onto the bed and pinned her down. Li Qian never expected this idiot to dare lay a hand on her, and she panicked. She yelled at Ding while struggling, striking his head and neck hard with both hands.
Although she was a woman, Li Qian was still a well-trained policewoman, and these few punches left Ding dizzy and nearly causing him to fall off the bed. However, Li Qian's resistance enraged Ding the Fool. He slapped her hard across the face with brute force, then, while she was still dazed, he flipped her over and pinned her face down on the bed. This was a trick he'd learned in childhood fights; once he pinned someone face down, they were helpless.
Ding the Fool straddled Li Qian's soft buttocks, one hand gripping the back of her neck tightly, and then, like a child in a fight, smugly asked, "Damn it, do you submit?"
Li Qian was furious. How could she submit to this idiot? She shouted angrily, "Ding the Fool! You fucking let me go right now! Or I'll shoot you dead!"
At this point, Ding the Fool was no longer listening to her threats. Having always been submissive in the village, he was now truly liberated. He continued shouting, "Do you submit? Do you submit?" while his right fist swung, striking Li Qian's back. Li Qian's fluffy down jacket thudded under his blows. Not satisfied, Ding the Fool grabbed the back of the collar and ripped the jacket off. He then punched her back twice more, causing her to scream.
Ding the Fool laughed triumphantly. He had never felt so triumphant; he felt like a victorious general. He straddled Li Qian, lifting himself slightly before slamming down on her buttocks. Li Qian's buttocks were soft and elastic, the touch indescribably comfortable. Like a trampoline, Ding the Fool bounced repeatedly off Li Qian's buttocks and slammed down. This was the most humiliating experience Li Qian had ever had. She struggled and roared, "Ding the Fool! You bastard! Get off me! Get off me!"
Ding the Fool, like a defiant child, still gripped the back of her neck and said, "Hehehe, I won't! I'm going to ride your ass! Do you submit? Do you submit?" As he spoke, he slapped Li Qian's buttocks like he was riding a horse, shouting, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" He rubbed back and forth on the soft cushion, the comfortable touch combined with the intense sense of conquest causing his penis to involuntarily become erect.
Li Qian felt something growing bigger and harder pressing against her buttocks. Just thinking about what it was made her scalp tingle. Having this toad-like man get an erection on her buttocks was more disgusting than swallowing a fly. "You bastard! Get off me! Fuck your mother!" Li Qian was both anxious and angry, cursing as she struggled to lift Ding the Fool off her buttocks.
Unexpectedly, her vigorous thrusting only intensified the friction between her buttocks and Ding the Fool's penis. Ding the Fool felt a surge of lust, his penis almost bursting through his cotton trousers. He unzipped his heavy trousers, pulled out his dark, thick iron rod, and pressed it against Li Qian's round buttocks, which were encased in her leggings. Not satisfied, Ding the Fool pulled down Li Qian's leggings.
Amidst Li Qian's angry curses, her soft, white buttocks were exposed. Ding the Fool rubbed his thick penis between her buttocks, the silky smooth touch driving him wild. Instinctively, he thrust his hips, stabbing Li Qian's flesh, pursuing the most primal human pleasure.
"Ah! You bastard! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! Ah!" Li Qian screamed in panic, her delicate hands flailing wildly, her feet kicking the bed beneath her with a loud thud. It turned out that Ding the Fool had accidentally placed his glans against Li Qian's anus. Li Qian had never had anal sex before, and being insulted by this man she despised most in her life already filled her with immense resentment; to have him take her virginity would be worse than death. But no matter how much she struggled, that hard thing continued to thrust against her tight anus.
At this moment, Ding the Fool's eyes were bloodshot; he had completely forgotten his initial intention of helping this woman who had fallen unconscious in the wilderness. All he could feel now was the pleasure from Li Qian's tight buttocks squeezing his glans, and to further enjoy this pleasure, he repeatedly thrust into the clenched sphincter.
"Ah! Don't touch me! You idiot! Get away! I'll fuck your mother! Ah—!"
"Ugh, huff, huff, huff..." Ding the Fool panted like a bull. With Li Qian's heart-wrenching scream, he felt his penis suddenly pierce a warm cave, the glans gripped tightly by a strong muscle. Ding the Fool was stunned by this sudden, strange sensation, while Li Qian, who had been struggling desperately, fell silent. The two remained frozen in this position on the bed, panting heavily, neither moving.
After a moment, Ding the Fool suddenly jerked his hips, and Li Qian immediately shuddered and screamed in pain. She felt as if a burning ember had been inserted into her anus; the intense pain made her afraid to even breathe. But Ding the Fool had tasted the sweetness of it all. He began to thrust wildly, each stroke flattening Li Qian's plump, white buttocks. His thick, long penis even pierced through her tender rectum and entered her warmer large intestine. Each insertion felt like a sharp axe hacking at her crotch, and the excruciating pain of his withdrawal was almost suffocating. Her delicate anus, already overwhelmed by such brutal ravaging, was bleeding profusely, a section of pink intestine churning and turning in and out with Ding the Fool's penis.
Li Qian felt as if a lumberjack's saw was tearing at her flesh, and she ripped at the tattered bedding beneath her, venting her pain. Ding the Fool, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself. Li Qian's soft, slippery intestinal flesh rubbed against his penis, and her spasming buttocks and anus gripped his member even tighter. Lost in the moment, Ding the Fool felt his mind go blank, completely unaware of his surroundings. He was nothing more than a mad beast driven by lust, knowing only to relentlessly thrust into the screaming young woman, extracting endless pleasure.
Ding the Fool, as if floating on clouds, thrust into Li Qian's anus hundreds of times, until finally a powerful current surged from his groin to his brain. He felt every pore on his body explode, a tingling numbness shooting through his lower back. Involuntarily, he plunged his penis deep into Li Qian's warm rectum, ejaculating streams of foul-smelling semen into the deepest recesses of her body.
Li Qian felt as if her body was being pierced by that thick, long penis; the scalding liquid, like a raging flood, almost filled her entire cavity. Although being sodomized and ejaculated into by this filthy beggar was incredibly shameful, Li Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief—at least the beast's brutality could finally end.
Satisfied, Ding the Fool pulled out his penis, the drops of blood making it look more like a murder weapon. Li Qian, naked, lay on the bed, panting weakly, a mixture of semen and blood flowing from her still-open anus. Ding the Fool, his passion extinguished, stared blankly at the woman he had just violated, unsure what to do. He didn't understand what his actions meant to Li Qian, but he knew he had tormented this shrew, and if she left him now, she would be dead.
Meanwhile, Li Qian was also trying to figure out how to escape. She moved slightly, and the excruciating pain in her rear made her gasp. Her anus had been torn apart by Ding the Fool's brute force, and besides, she was far weaker than him. Now, she could only try to keep the Fool occupied for a while and then escape.
However, being naked was not a solution; who knew when the Fool's lust would rise again and she would be in trouble. Thinking of this, Li Qian reached out to pull down the leggings that Ding Shazi had forcibly pulled off.
Ding Shazi grabbed her hands and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Li Qian suppressed her anger and forced a smile, "No, no. I'm not going anywhere, I just want to put my pants back on."
"Why are you putting on your pants if you're not going out?" Ding Shazi asked unreasonably.
"I, my butt's cold," Li Qian replied pitifully.
Ding Shazi then released her hands and let her put on the leggings, while threatening her with concern, "If you dare run away, I'll still ride your butt!"
Li Qian was truly furious, but to appease Ding Shazi, she forced herself to say, "Brother Shazi, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be your wife from now on."
Ding Shazi was stunned by Li Qian's gentle words; he had never seen this shrew so tender before. It would be great if she could be his wife, but Li Qian's sudden 180-degree change in attitude caught him off guard. "Wife? Why would you want to be my wife?"
"Just now, I already let you have sex with me, so I can only be your wife now," Li Qian said shyly.
"Oh..." This answer was clearly very convincing to Ding the Fool. He had heard people say before that if a woman was raped by a man, she would have to marry that man. In fact, he had seen his mother being raped to the point of death by that bastard in their own main room, and then not long after, his mother abandoned him to become that bastard's wife.
However, even a fool has his shrewd side. The thought of his mother being raped by a man and then abandoning him made Ding the Fool furious. He suddenly grabbed Li Qian's wrist and asked fiercely, "What if you let someone else sleep with you? Are you going to run off and become someone else's wife?"
This question caught Li Qian off guard. She had no choice but to patiently explain, "No, I'll stay here with you from now on and won't go anywhere else. I won't see any other men but you. I'll only be your wife."
This time, Ding the Fool was fooled. He nodded and said, "Okay, if you dare to run away, I'll beat you to death!"
"Don't worry, Fool Brother, I'll listen to you from now on. It's getting late, you should go to sleep." Li Qian thought that as long as she could get this Fool to sleep, she would have a chance to escape.
Ding the Fool was also a little tired, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's sleep together!" With that, he hugged Li Qian and fell down on the bed with a thud.
Li Qian felt nauseous as he held her in his arms, the stench of his sweat making her want to vomit. She tried to push Ding Shazi away but was afraid of angering him. "Hey, Sha, Brother Sha, don't hold me like that, I... I can't breathe."
Ding Shazi only tightened his grip. "No way! You're my wife, I have to hold you while we sleep!"
Li Qian was furious, but she was powerless against Ding Shazi and could only let him hold her.
Ding Shazi felt a surge of pride holding the beauty in his arms; he had finally married a wife. He held Li Qian's back tightly, feeling the comfort of her soft breasts pressing against his chest. He couldn't resist licking Li Qian's cheek with his tongue, inhaling her sweet scent. Ding Shazi's sticky, wet tongue, covered in foul-smelling saliva, swept across Li Qian's cheek, almost making her vomit. At the same time, something even more disgusting was happening: Ding Shazi's frighteningly large penis had become erect again.
Unbeknownst to him, Ding the Fool was already burning with lust, unable to resist the urge to relive that exhilarating feeling. He forcefully pressed Li Qian face down onto the bed and reached for her leggings. Li Qian screamed in fright, "Ah, no, no! I can't have sex with you today!"
Ding the Fool slapped her hard across the face and roared, "Bullshit! A wife is for her husband to have sex with, don't think I don't know!" As he spoke, Ding the Fool grabbed a butcher's knife his father used to slaughter pigs and slashed it open in a few quick strokes, completely ripping open the crotch of Li Qian's leggings. The leggings snapped open, revealing her large, white buttocks beneath her underwear. Blood from her anus was still stained with Li Qian's underwear. Seeing the red blood only fueled Ding the Fool's excitement. He ripped Li Qian's underwear to shreds and, with his erect penis, prepared to thrust inside.
Li Qian was terrified. She was worried that if this scoundrel raped her again, her intestines would rupture. She covered her buttocks with her hands and pleaded desperately, "No, no, silly brother, my buttocks are already damaged, they're bleeding, you can't do it anymore, you'll fuck me to death!"
But Li Qian's pleas only fueled Ding Shazi's lust. He pried open Li Qian's hands and slammed the butcher's knife into her buttocks with a loud crack. Li Qian screamed "Ah!" in fright, almost thinking that her buttocks had been chopped off. Ding Shazi slammed the butcher's knife down on the table and roared, "Fuck your mother, you slut! If you dare not let your husband fuck you, I'll kill you and eat you!"
Li Qian was truly terrified. She knew there was no reasoning with this scoundrel. But her anus could no longer withstand his brutality. In desperation, Li Qian mustered all her strength and rolled over, exposing her hairy mons pubis. She parted her slightly darkened labia, revealing her tender flesh, and said, "Silly brother, it's not that I won't let you fuck me, but you fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, only then can I give you a son."
This wasn't the first time Li Qian had said such shameless things, but she had never imagined that one day she would spread her tender vulva to seduce this man, whom she considered the lowest of the low. But this was her only option; to protect her rear, she had to sacrifice her front.
Ding the Fool couldn't resist Li Qian's temptation. He roared and thrust his still-bloodied penis into her vagina. Despite Li Qian's skilled sexual techniques, the violent insertion of such a massive object still made her scalp tingle. She couldn't help but arch her back like a shrimp and let out a soft "Ugh!"
The unskilled Ding Shazi simply thrust in and out with brute force, like a ramming machine. Li Qian's sensitive body quickly responded, her vaginal fluids making a series of splattering sounds, soaking both of their pubic hair. Li Qian hadn't expected to experience pleasure while being raped. Although unwilling, she still moaned softly. However, Ding Shazi wasn't interested in her soft moans. He punched Li Qian in the stomach and yelled, "Scream louder! You slut, scream louder!"
Li Qian screamed in pain from the punch, but Ding Shazi seemed to enjoy it, and his thrusts became even more violent. Li Qian knew that only by satisfying this beast could she have a chance to escape, so she could only moan as wantonly as possible: "Aww! Aww! Fuck me to death! Good husband! Silly brother! Oh, you're too strong! Your wife is going to be fucked to death by you! Ah! Ah! Wife, your wife's cunt is going to be fucked to pieces!"
Hearing Li Qian's moans, Ding Shazi became even more frenzied. He grabbed the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the table and gulped down two large mouthfuls. Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and sex, Ding Shazi's penis almost swelled up again. Now Li Qian really felt that her vagina was about to burst, and she began to moan even more wantonly. As Ding the Fool vented his anger, he cursed and roared, "Hmph, hmph, fuck your mother! Fuck your grandma! Fuck your mother's cunt!" These were the very curses people used to use against him, now becoming his accompaniment. Li Qian echoed his insults, shouting, "Oh, oh, fuck me, Fool! My wife's cunt, my mother's cunt, you can fuck it all you want! Oh, fuck me to death! Ah, ah!"
At this moment, Li Qian wasn't entirely just pandering to Ding the Fool; she was also experiencing a different kind of pleasure under his brutal onslaught. Therefore, she began to twist her body to meet his thrusts, her mouth filled with lewd moans. Li Qian's wanton appearance awakened Ding the Fool's memories from over ten years ago, when his mother and her lover had an affair, and this was exactly how she looked.
That bastard had pinned the Fool's mother down on the dining table, stripped her naked, and grabbed one of her ankles, lifting her white leg and relentlessly fucking her. Thinking of his own mother's wanton moans back then, Ding the Fool couldn't help but want to try it himself. He reached out and grabbed Li Qian's long, beautiful leg, lifting her by the ankle.
Li Qian's legs were spread wide apart, and his penis plunged into her cervix, causing her to moan repeatedly.
On a whim, Ding the Fool, still gripping Li Qian's ankle, peeled off her snow boot. Li Qian wore white cotton socks for warmth. Due to frequent wear, the tips and heels of the socks were slightly bluish. Li Qian's arched feet swayed back and forth inside the socks with the rhythm of Ding the Fool's thrusts, her toes curling and stretching beneath the socks—the unique movements of a woman in arousal made her tender feet even more alluring.
Suddenly, Ding the Fool grabbed Li Qian's tender feet and pressed them against his face, his nose rubbing against her cotton socks, making grunting noises like a fat pig rooting for food. Li Qian's socks, having been inside her snow boots all day, had a slightly sour smell mixed with the unique fragrance of a woman's feet. Ding the Fool greedily inhaled the scent of Li Qian's feet, his nose constantly rubbing against the soles of her feet. Li Qian felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her soles, a strange feeling that made her wish she had a penis like Ding the Fool had been using to ravage her tender feet. She cried out in ecstasy, "Ah, so itchy, so good! Fool, you really know how to play. Ah, your wife's feet are going to give you an orgasm! Oh, oh, Fool, play with my feet, fuck my feet!"
Hearing Li Qian's cries, Ding the Fool became even more excited. He straightened up and pressed himself against Li Qian, thrusting into her dozens of times like pounding garlic, then suddenly grabbed her sole and bit down hard, like gnawing on a pig's trotter. Li Qian's body suddenly arched upwards like a bridge, her watery eyes rolled back, and her small head tilted back, emitting a lewd cry like a rooster's crow.
Li Qian had climaxed, brought to orgasm by the man she despised most in her life. Although not entirely willing, her vagina still spasmed uncontrollably, sucking on the man's penis like a baby suckling at a nipple, while a gush of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her cervix, splashing onto Ding Shazi's glans. Stimulated by this, Ding Shazi roared, his body trembling as he ejaculated wave after wave of semen into Li Qian's uterus. After ejaculating
, Ding Shazi held Li Qian's feet in his hands, playing with them gently. Li Qian was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her toes, wrapped in cotton socks, twitching like rabbits in the snow. Ding Shazi, like a child who had received a new toy, kneaded Li Qian's soft soles and delicate toes, each kneading eliciting a moan of pleasure from Li Qian. Ding the Fool simply took off Li Qian's other boot as well, put her feet together, and buried his face in the hollow formed by the arches of her feet, indulging in the fragrance of her feet.
Li Qian, having just recovered from her climax, saw Ding the Fool holding her feet and smelling them intensely, and cursed him inwardly, "Disgusting, perverted." But the thought that she had actually felt pleasure while he was playing with her feet made her face flush.
"Brother Fool, stop playing, go to sleep," Li Qian said cautiously.
Ding the Fool, however, continued to sniff her feet, "Hehe, wife, your feet smell so good."
Li Qian blushed and said, "Silly brother, go to sleep. You can play with my feet whenever you want."
Ding the Fool nodded and said, "Okay, I'll sleep with your feet tonight."
Li Qian thought to herself, if he wants to smell her feet, let him. Once this fool is asleep, she can make a quick getaway and then she'll definitely make this bastard pay. But just as she was secretly plotting, Ding the Fool lay down, and his stinking feet were stretched out in front of Li Qian. Li Qian had finally managed to coax him to sleep, and now she didn't dare to object. She could only suppress her disgust and turn her head away to wait for him to fall asleep.
Because he had drunk several mouthfuls of Erguotou earlier, Ding the Fool quickly started snoring. Li Qian tried to move her legs, but Ding the Fool was still fast asleep. Only then did Li Qian muster the courage to pull her feet out of Ding the Fool's embrace. She stood up from her bed, nearly falling over from the pain in her groin after taking just one small step. Li Qian endured the pain in her genitals and anus as she walked out, hoping to escape this hellhole and be safe.
But fate had other plans. Just as Li Qian stepped out of the cave entrance, a chilling voice suddenly rang out behind her, "Where are you going?"
Li Qian jumped in fright. She turned around and saw Ding the Fool sitting up, staring at her with bloodshot eyes. It turned out that Ding the Fool had a nightmare because he couldn't smell Li Qian's feet; he dreamt that she had been brutally raped by a savage and then abandoned. Ding the Fool woke up instantly, only to see Li Qian tiptoeing to the cave entrance.
Ding the Fool glared at Li Qian fiercely, his eyes practically spitting fire. Li Qian shivered and stammered, "Silly, silly brother, I, I'm going to relieve myself, I'll be right back."
Her legs trembled as she spoke.
Ding the Fool didn't believe her lie; he stood up and walked towards her. Li Qian turned and ran, but in her panic, she collapsed to the ground after only a few steps. Ding the Fool caught up and, without a word, carried her back to the dilapidated cave. No matter how much Li Qian cried out and begged, it was no use.
"You filthy woman! You want to find some wild man, don't you? You want someone to fuck you, don't you?" Ding the Fool said, grabbing a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and gulping it down. His bloodshot eyes instantly gleamed with a ferocious, beast-like light.
"No, no, idiot, I really just went to relieve myself. Ah, no, no, what are you doing? No, please spare me!" Li Qian's voice grew increasingly panicked as she saw the drunken Ding the Idiot grab a butcher's knife from the table.
"You filthy woman! You're no good!" Ding the Idiot grabbed Li Qian and slammed her against the dilapidated wooden table. Li Qian screamed and thrashed about, looking like a pig her father used to slaughter.
Ding the Idiot pressed his knee against Li Qian's back, grabbed her hair with his left hand, stretching her neck out, and rubbed the butcher's knife against her neck twice with his right hand, saying, "You filthy woman, you're disobedient, I'll kill you and eat you!"
"No, no! Help! Help!"
But no one heard Li Qian's cries for help; only Ding the Idiot's butcher's knife swung down.
*Crack!*
"Ah—!" The drunken Ding Shazi's strike went slightly astray, severing her right neck but failing to end her life. She screamed, her mouth agape, her facial muscles contorted in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably as if electrocuted.
*Crack!*
"Ugh, hah—, hah—" Li Qian's neck was struck again, but she wasn't dead yet. Weak breaths, mixed with clumps of bloody foam, oozed from her mouth and nose. Two streams of tears of resentment welled in her wide eyes, mingling with the blood on her face, forming two streaks of crimson tears.
*Crack!
* *Roll.*
This time, Li Qian made no sound. Ding Shazi's third strike cleanly severed her head.
Her body remained slumped on the table, twitching meaninglessly. Her anus, now devoid of nerve control, loosened, and a piece of feces, stained with blood and semen, emerged. The most filthy part of this woman's body had been defiled by this man. But that wasn't all he wanted to do; he also wanted to completely possess this woman.
Ding the Fool placed Li Qian's horrified head on the table, forcing her to witness the fate of her body. He quickly stripped Li Qian naked, leaving only her tender feet wrapped in cotton socks. Ding the Fool first grabbed Li Qian's ankles and cursed viciously, "You filthy bitch, you tried to run, I'll chop off your hooves!" Then he grabbed a butcher's knife and with a few swift strokes chopped off Li Qian's tender feet, throwing them onto his bedding.
Immediately afterward, Ding the Fool plunged the butcher's knife into Li Qian's heart with a soft thud, then sliced her white, tender belly in half like cutting tofu, cutting all the way to her pubic hair. Li Qian's belly was opened like a purse, and colorful, steaming fluid gushed out. Ding the Fool pulled out all the intestines and entrails, hung them on a bamboo pole, and then hung them out to dry in front of his house like clothes.
By this time, Li Qian's body was no different from those slaughtered pigs, except that she looked even more alluring. Ding the Fool showed her no pity. He picked up one of Li Qian's thighs, placed her knee on his shoulder, and then with a few quick strokes, severed her long, slender leg at the root. He then did the same to her other leg and both her arms, finally gouging out her pubic hair-covered vulva and viciously shoving it into her open mouth.
Ding the Fool still had a large iron pot in his dilapidated cave that he almost never used, and today it finally came in handy. He set up the pot, lit a fire, and then threw Li Qian's body, arms, and one leg into the pot to cook. When the pot couldn't hold the remaining leg, Ding the Fool used hemp rope to hang it up like cured meat.
After working for a while, Ding the Fool sat down to wait for his feast to be ready. Since he had nothing better to do, he picked up Li Qian's tender feet and began to play with them. He grabbed one of Li Qian's hooves and kneaded it roughly. Without its owner's control, Li Qian's tender feet seemed even softer than when she was alive.
He peeled off the cotton sock covering Li Qian's feet, and her fair toes appeared even more translucent in the flickering campfire. Ding Shazi pressed the cotton sock to his nose and inhaled deeply, then suddenly bit down hard on one of Li Qian's slender toes. Ding Shazi chewed on Li Qian's toe carefully, making a crunching sound as he bit the cute little thing. The taste was a mix of blood and sweetness, and the texture was delicate yet chewy. Ding Shazi had never eaten such a delicious snack to accompany his drinks. He gulped down another mouthful of wine and laughed heartily.
Ding the Fool gnawed on Li Qian's tender foot like a pig's trotter while drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). Under the influence of alcohol, his troublesome penis stood up again. Ding the Fool couldn't wait to find a woman to relieve his lust, but the only woman he had ever slept with had already been stewed into a large pot like a pig for the New Year. In a flash, Ding the Fool saw the tender white-socked foot that he had put aside. He grabbed the tender foot and pressed it into his crotch, rubbing it vigorously. Poor Li Qian's two feet, her left foot was being gnawed on like a pig's trotter, making a crunching sound, while her right foot was being used as a masturbation
aid to massage his filthy penis. Li Qian's tender foot was very soft, the tender flesh of her sole was as elastic as a pad. Ding the Fool used her concave sole to massage his glans, and soon he let out a low growl and ejaculated onto Li Qian's white-socked foot.
After a while, the enticing aroma of meat finally wafted from the bubbling iron pot. Ding Shazi grabbed another bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), went to the pot, and poured the entire bottle into it. Moments later, the aroma of liquor mingled
with the smell of meat, filling the entire dilapidated cave dwelling. At that moment, the crackling of firecrackers echoed from Li Family Village not far away; the New Year had arrived, and Ding Shazi's New Year's Eve dinner was finally complete. In the steaming pot, the succulent stewed meat simmered in the thick broth. Ding Shazi picked up his chopsticks and poked them into the pot, accidentally stabbing Li Qian's plump breast. Li Qian's breast was already thoroughly stewed; the chopsticks easily pierced through it.
Ding Shazi gripped the chopsticks and with a flick of his wrist, the skin at the base of Li Qian's breast was easily torn apart, and a round, plump bun was ripped off by Ding Shazi.
Ding the Fool used his chopsticks to pick at the breast, glistening juices dripping from the chopsticks. He bit down on the edge of the breast and sucked hard, the already overcooked flesh instantly turning into smooth, glutinous milk that slid into his mouth. The aroma of meat, milk, and wine mingled together, making Ding the Fool squint his eyes and let out a groan of ecstasy.
He wolfed down one breast and then fished Li Qian's buttocks out of the pot. Li Qian's originally snow-white buttocks had been boiled to an amber color, the two plump buttocks glistening and tempting. Ding the Fool placed Li Qian's buttocks on the table, right next to her terrified head. He poked Li Qian's buttocks with a knife, easily cutting open the tender skin to reveal the fragrant fat and thick buttocks flesh inside. Ding the Fool's mouth watered at the sight, and he reached out and tore off a piece of buttocks flesh, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it greedily. As he chewed on the fragrant, juicy buttocks, he reached out his greasy hand and pinched Li Qian's cheek, saying, "Hehehe, wife, your butt smells so good, so delicious. Hehe, even better than Yang Ergou's fat sheep." He chuckled foolishly as he spoke, completely oblivious to the grease splattering onto Li Qian's face. If Li Qian knew this in the afterlife, she would probably curse this fool.
Ding the Fool kept scooping Li Qian's beautiful flesh from the pot and devouring it. Beautiful flesh paired with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)—this was definitely the most delicious New Year's Eve dinner he had ever eaten. Only when his belly was round and full did Ding the Fool let out a satisfied burp and fall into a deep sleep on his bedding.
The next morning, Li Qian's legitimate husband, Li Xinhua, frantically searched for his wife who hadn't returned home all night. Passing by Ding the Fool's dilapidated cave, seeing the pile of hearts, livers, and intestines hanging out to dry like clothes, he thought to himself that Ding the Fool must have stolen another fat sheep for a feast, and his wife would be busy again when she returned. However, he was anxious to find his missing wife and had no time to pay attention to that foolish beggar.
As evening approached, some villagers noticed something was amiss and went to check Ding the Fool's dilapidated cave. What they saw made several timid villagers fall to the ground. Scattered in the cave were several pieces of women's clothing, and in a large iron pot with burning charcoal, some scattered bones and chunks of meat were stewing. In a chipped bowl was half a breast that had been eaten, and a dirty chopstick was stuck into the cooked nipple like a steamed bun. Hanging starkly white human leg on the wall of the cave dwelling, the head of Li Qian—a beautiful woman's face contorted with terror and resentment—laid on the table. The hairy mass in her mouth was, of course, a woman's genitals. Needless
to say, the scraps drying on the bamboo pole by the door also belonged to Li Qian. As for the cave's owner, Ding the Fool, he was fast asleep in his bedding. On his bedding lay a severed foot from Li Qian's white sock, now stained with patches of yellow from his filthy semen. The other foot was clutched in his hand, but had been gnawed away, leaving only half a toe.
The villagers hurriedly called the police, and Ding the Fool was quickly taken away. Ding the Fool confessed to murdering and cooking the body without hesitation. As for his motive, he said, "My wife wanted to run away and wanted another man to sleep with her, so I killed her."
Secretary Yu, who had originally planned to keep Li Qian as his mistress, looked at the police file and cursed his bad luck. A beautiful young woman had been killed and eaten by a fool. This was a complete disaster; not only was the young woman dead, but such a heinous crime during the Spring Festival would likely tarnish his political achievements.
Under Secretary Yu's arrangement, Li Qian's murder case was ultimately handled discreetly. The villagers of Lijia Village didn't react much; it simply provided them with more gossip. When scaring outsiders, they would often say, "In that dilapidated cave at the village entrance, a policewoman was raped and murdered on New Year's Eve, and then cooked and eaten." However, if a few bad boys got together and talked about it, they would often add, "Damn, that policewoman's legs were so white, her pubic hair was so thick, and her flesh was so damn fragrant!"

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