Assassin Chronicles

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The air circulation was decent; there was no stuffiness. The cellar light was on, casting a dim, yellowish glow. The 40-watt

bulb kept the cellar quite warm, which wasn't bad.

The sound of someone going down the ladder startled the sleeping siblings. They woke up, their startled gazes focusing on me.

Although I looked tired, I was still beautiful, and the dim light made my features appear even more delicate. The smell was awful, a foul stench. It seemed I'd have

to modify the ventilation system and install an exhaust fan.

Although I thought Wang Xiaoxi was already quite striking, I hadn't expected her to be so beautiful. I crouched down and examined her closely, tied to

the pillar. She was as supple as water, probably a woman of Ye Lingling's caliber, but with a completely different feel.

She trembled, her eyes tightly shut. Her body was truly beautiful, voluptuous and graceful…

Wang Xiaobo, with only his head peeking out from the box next to her, was whimpering. This specially made box was for him;

it was just an ordinary country wooden box, placed vertically, with the top panel modified to resemble an ancient yoke, used to restrain the head

and hands. The yoke was movable, but the body inside was in a very uncomfortable position. After it was made, I tried it myself once, and

it was uncomfortable.

They hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and were quite listless. I ignored them. Today, I was going to completely renovate

this cellar. I'd deal with them properly after everything was done. Shouldn't I be a little gentler with Wang Xiaoxi? She's so beautiful;

it would be a shame to ruin her.

I walked over to Wang Xiaoxi, and her body instinctively tensed up. I slowly peeled the tape off her mouth

; it was red, but thankfully, her beautiful lips weren't injured. She gasped for breath.

I ignored them and busied myself with the work, regardless of Wang Xiaoxi's pleas and curses.

The work took a whole day. I laid insulating wooden planks on the walls and floor of the cellar,

then used rivets to fix any imaginable equipment to the walls. I cleared away the excess, installed power, and

improved the ventilation system, bringing in an exhaust pipe from the kitchen. This way, the cellar would maintain a comfortable temperature. In the seven-

square-meter space, the residual heat from the stove should be enough for the winter. I also prepared an electric stove; being naked all day wouldn't make

her sick. As for defecating and urinating, that was a hassle, but I could deal with that later. Looking at the results, I was satisfied.

"Please, give my brother some water," Wang Xiaoxi said, her voice trembling.

Her brother was probably dying; she didn't care about herself. This body was sinful anyway. What did this

terrible man want? Where was she? Eight-treasure porridge, vacuum-packed cooked food, canned goods, mineral water,

peanuts—these were the things I craved most

. A bucket of water, a washbasin, towels, and soap were also essential.

I lit a cigarette, sat down in the chair next to the ladder, and watched her with a smile. Before my injuries healed, I

didn't intend to know any other answers. I wasn't even in a hurry to know anything else; I wanted to slowly

savor the process of revenge, including the humiliation of my enemies—both physically and mentally—to destroy them,

and only then to offer it as a sacrifice to Miao Bo's spirit. Wang Xiaoxi seemed like she should stay. She still stirred my heart, but this impulse

was different from my feelings for other women; it was a very special kind of feeling. How should I handle it?

Wang Xiaobo beside me was fidgeting frantically, making the box clang loudly. "Don't rush, your fate will be

a hundred times worse than your sister's!"

I leisurely swept my gaze across Wang Xiaobo's face. Perhaps it was too sinister, but her beautiful face

twisted instantly, filled with fear. I was satisfied. His fear brought me a sense of satisfaction. Very good. I

finished my cigarette with relish, then walked over and shoved the butt hard into Wang Xiaobo's hand. The burning

smell wasn't too strong; he whimpered and tried desperately to pull away.

"No!" Wang Xiaoxi cried out pitifully, her voice not very loud. Her throat

was already . Even if she shouted at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her. The cellar was three meters underground, and I had already

taken good care of the soundproofing. Even the kitchen upstairs wouldn't be able to hear her cries. This village

didn't have a tradition of visiting each other's homes, and no one would visit at night. I was quite at ease.

Right, I needed to get some rat poison. I glanced around, then walked to Wang Xiaoxi's side,

lifted her chin, and made her face me. Her hair was a little messy, and her face wasn't very clean, but that suited the current

situation perfectly, arousing my urge to ravage her.

"Who are you? Why are you targeting us?"

Wang Xiaoxi panicked, suddenly feeling death close at hand. The cruelty behind those warm eyes,

the coldness in her smile, and the strong fingers manipulating her chin—danger!

"No, don't abuse my brother like that. You, you can do whatever you want to me."

A unique allure shone in her eyes, sparkling and leaping, with a hint of submissive pleading.

A single glance could ignite a man's desire, making it impossible to refuse. Her full lips were poised to receive,

her chin meeting my fingers. She completely understood men's needs—not just physical, but also emotional

satisfaction . She had mastered this since she was sixteen, from that time on, using this body to protect

her brother, her only family.

A strange feeling washed over me. I involuntarily took a step closer. Her body was also seducing me, an open

posture . "Really, anything?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

A hint of rosy blush appeared amidst her haggard appearance, instantly transforming her into a captivating beauty. Her pearly teeth grazed her rosy lips

, a seemingly reluctant nod masking a hidden yearning, a longing for the man's imposing physique.

Her complex and mesmerizing expression, a thousand charms, her slightly furrowed brows, her flirtatious eyes, her fluttering nostrils,

her delicate lips, the blush that brushed her cheeks, and her deliberate restraint as if avoiding the man's increasingly close embrace…

A

natural beauty, a born actress. I smiled, then moved away from her, carefully untying

the ribbons binding her wrists. Perhaps she had been bound for too long; she slumped, her feet still on the pillar, but she didn't

stop her performance. Or perhaps it wasn't even a performance; she possessed an innate allure, a captivating charm ingrained in her very being,

a pitiful fragility.

I felt I couldn't resist her allure. As soon as I sat down, I felt an erection. Her slender

waist, her shapely, round buttocks, her beautiful legs in her jeans, the pain and grievances she concealed, her twitching

lips .

"Not here, okay?" After freeing herself from her restraints, she crawled to my side, her hands, red from the return of blood, resting weakly

on my knees. Still not very flexible, she tried to move, to slide.

The countryside! Wang Xiaoxi, climbing the ladder, was genuinely worried about her situation. A dirty floor, an old

stove, a pot boiling water, steam, dim lighting, a soot-stained wall depicting the Kitchen God, a water vat,

haphazardly piled firewood, and dried meat on the wall; opposite her was a closed door. She was pushed through it into

a heated earthen bed, a cabinet, a table, a red quilt, a five-piece wardrobe beside the bed, an old thermos, old teacups, a

worn-out sofa, an old-fashioned 18-inch Hitachi color TV without a remote, a chamber pot,

a washbasin stand, New Year's pictures symbolizing many children and grandchildren, newspapers and calendars of unknown age pasted on the walls—time seemed

to have been pulled back a long time, so far removed from modern civilization. An uncontrollable wave of sorrow

washed over her, and she cried. Was it despair, or something else? She collapsed beside the worn-out sofa, burying her face in it…

her hair was being pulled painfully. Couldn't they at least show some mercy to a beautiful woman like her? Besides the pain, there was also

hunger; her stomach rumbled. The man's hand pulled the grieving Wang Xiaoxi back to the cruel reality

, along with a kick to her buttocks.

On the floor before her lay a steaming basin, an old-fashioned enamel basin. Mandarin

ducks bobbed joyfully at the bottom of the basin in the hot water. A new, soft, soapy white towel lay draped over the edge. Then came

the man 's feet; he had changed into slippers—civilized items, the kind of velvet shoes only found in the city. His feet were delicate, his ankles slender

yet strong…

“Wash yourself properly!” His tone wasn't harsh, but it brooked no argument.

Wang Xiaoxi shivered, barely managing to suppress her grief. The man sat leisurely on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), smoking. The acrid

smell brought her back to her senses. Whether this ruthless killer would have a change of heart for her and her brother

depended on her behavior from this moment on. He was probably lecherous, so there was a chance. With her looks and body,

plus some techniques, she was confident she could charm a man. Even the most cold-blooded man wouldn't be unmoved. With

her experience in this area, how could a small-time rural hitman compare to a drug lord who killed without hesitation?

But she had to be careful! Rural people were savage, and this man seemed different, not like a typical farmer.

What did he want? Would he torture her? It seemed possible, given the hidden violence! The thought of sadomasochism made Wang Xiaoxi

nervous, and goosebumps rose on her skin. She had tried it a few times; Yan Jun liked it. It was

tough , but stimulating, driving her crazy with excitement! The orgasm of normal intercourse was long gone; it seemed her body could only reach its ultimate climax

through intense ravaging .

Not seeing the familiar equipment, Wang Xiaoxi was even a little disappointed. No wonder,

what would a farmer know? She dipped her hands into the slightly hot water, her blood gradually returning to normal, but she felt even hungrier.

What was in the large bowl covered by a lid on the kang table? It smelled delicious! It tempted her body…

“Wash yourself properly!”

I had already lit my second cigarette, watching Wang Xiaoxi. She had washed her hair, face, neck, hands, and forearms

. The hot water had revitalized her skin, making it rosy, delicate, and even more beautiful. There was also a

shy longing in her eyes as she stared eagerly at the bowl on the kang table, swallowing hard. She must be starving! I glanced at her.

Wang Xiaoxi, of course, understood what washing herself properly meant, and she did want to wash herself thoroughly, but all she had was a basin of

water, and she had to face a strange man. See? The result would be the same anyway.

Wang Xiaoxi changed the water in the basin, adjusting the temperature to her preferred level. She had no intention of running away, even though

the man now practically obeyed her every whim. He was so confident, almost obsessive. He seemed perfectly aware

that she wouldn't do anything to provoke him, and indeed she wouldn't. First, escape was impossible; the consequences of being caught

were unimaginable. Second, even if she managed to escape, her younger brother would be doomed. His target was her brother,

and only she could save him. She had to protect him. Her father's dying wish had already been fulfilled; she had given her all,

already becoming a monster herself. What was a farmer like her?

Wang Xiaoxi stood with her back to me, head bowed. Her unbuttoned shirt slowly slipped down, revealing a bra. She turned her back and

unhooked the back hooks. She was truly beautiful—cream-like skin, smooth curves, a slender waist, and

a captivating back crevice. There was a black mole on her left shoulder blade. Her posture was elegant, her entire body radiant, and she was very meticulous about her appearance.

She neatly folded her clothes and placed them on the sofa.

I crouched down, took off my shoes and socks, and stood barefoot on the concrete. Her feet were small and delicate, with

abrasions from the rope on her ankles—so tender. Next time, I'd have to use something softer.

She started unbuttoning her jeans, hesitant for a moment, then quickly and decisively. The skin on her back

trembled , revealing her beautiful buttocks and the alluring cleft, igniting my desire. I wasn't in a hurry; I wanted to savor it slowly.

I bent down, lifted her leg, and saw her pulling down her pants, including her underwear. The tender part of her buttocks was faintly visible.

Her buttocks were upturned, and her vagina and anus were positioned further back than usual, revealing the anus and

the changing skin tone around it, making it seem deep and mysterious. She had been trained! I wanted to immediately go and fuck her anus,

to experience the sensation there.

Her vulva was full, the labia majora opening and closing slightly with each movement. The color

was quite different from the milky white of her thighs and buttocks, indicating she was an experienced woman. The deep pigmentation spoke of her maturity; a fully mature

woman is different from a naive girl, stirring different chords in a man's heart. Her legs were shapely, her hips

well-developed, the lines of her naked body exquisitely sculpted yet smooth and graceful—very pleasing to the eye and stimulating.

She turned to face me, observing my changes. She knew I was aroused, overflowing with

wild desire. Her body was near perfect, both in skin and lines. Her full, perky breasts were

the ultimate visual impact, the nipples erect. Although the nipples were no longer the fresh color, the areolas hadn't yet

enlarged, the overall shape of her breasts beautiful, even she was satisfied. Her skin was as smooth and silky as satin

. Recently, she had gained some extra fat around her waist and lower abdomen, but it still maintained a flowing curve. Her pubic hair was

meticulously trimmed. Yan Jun loved doing this; what more could she ask for?

Wang Xiaoxi couldn't help but feel a little smug, a smile playing on her lips. She began washing her body, intentionally

using her movements to guide the man's gaze to her most stimulating areas, and her expression... Finally, she sat

on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) to wash her feet. She could feel the man approaching; was it about to begin?

"The assassin is about 1.83 meters tall and wears size 41 shoes..." He has small feet!

The detectives smiled at each other.

"Weight, this weight is between forty and eighty kilograms..." Isn't that just stating the obvious?!

"Because he moves so fast, all the traces are from his toes, making it impossible to accurately estimate his weight. Everyone,

stop talking! Listen carefully! Let me tell you, this is an extremely dangerous assassin. He can quickly

take down three armed bodyguards single-handedly without any mercy. This shows that he is not only highly skilled but also very

calm , even cold-blooded. Stop laughing and joking! His left hand is very strong and can cause fractures, while his right hand is flexible

and can cause dislocations, even to the thigh... This assassin is completely different from the one who assassinated Chen Hao, but

equally dangerous." "Let's call it Iron Bird now. The next tasks are: first, track down Iron Bird and block its exit points

; second, track down the whereabouts of Wang Xiaobo and Wang Xiaoxi; third, monitor the movements of the Yan Jun gang. Okay,

meeting adjourned, everyone go your separate ways."

Leaving the meeting room, Hu Dakai was in a bad mood. His suggestion hadn't been adopted. His intuition told him that

the Chen Hao case and the Iron Bird case were connected. If they focused their efforts on the Iron Bird case now,

the outcome would gradually become unclear, eventually becoming a dead case, and there must be many secrets behind it.

"I want to eat something first," Wang Xiaoxi pleaded, swaying in my embrace.

"Okay." I chuckled, releasing her body and then comfortably leaning against the pile of blankets. "Do you want me to feed

you?"

"No." Her smile was gentle.

I sat up and hurried to the kang table. It smelled delicious! Egg and tomato noodles, and a glistening chicken

leg . Most importantly, this man seemed completely infatuated with her. Our earlier encounter confirmed my

suspicions; he was a very strong man. I wondered if I could control him? My mouth was practically watering; it smelled so

good!

"Don't rush!" I laughed, grabbing her wrist. "I really want to feed you properly." I took the chicken leg and

teased her.

This was torture! What did she want?!

I pulled Wang Xiaoxi away from the table; she was really going to give up, her eyes pleading.

"Be good!" I smiled.

Startled for a moment, Wang Xiaoxi began to caress my body, unbuttoning my shirt and gently massaging my

muscles with her hands, maintaining her alluring expression. She didn't crave a man; she just wanted to eat. It seemed as if a hand was reaching out

from her throat to grab the dangling chicken leg. She panted, swallowing repeatedly, suddenly having a

bad premonition. This man wouldn't let her off easily; he wanted to completely destroy her hope,

body and soul. That wicked smile just now said it all. She couldn't disobey his demands…

“Good, good girl.”

Her upper body lay on the pile of blankets, and I slid the chicken leg along her back, then followed,

licking it with my tongue.

The greasy, skin-to-skin contact, the man's skilled and unique lips and tongue, stirred other emotions, along with the temptation of

the chicken leg . Her body trembled. He was completely in control. So be it; she was now

a fish on a chopping board.

What was he doing? Wang Xiaoxi suddenly had a bad feeling. The greasy chicken leg had slid down her back,

lingering briefly at the tip

of her

tailbone. Then came the contact of lips and tongue; the chicken leg had entered her buttocks, the bone stub touching the delicate flesh of her anus. She involuntarily contracted slightly. Her own aversion did not affect the man's determination in the slightest. The chicken leg stubbornly lingered on the folds of flesh at the anus.

The bone stub, the slippery chicken skin, the flesh—the contact with the anus, the meticulous and patient movements made her body sensitive. She arched

her back, knowing that her body was aroused. Her vagina was secreting fluid, a mixture of numbness, itching, tingling, and sour sensations spreading

throughout her body. The feeling of hunger was also tormenting her. She began to sway her body, letting her nipples

rub against the rough bedsheet. A familiar and strange feeling… Suddenly,

everything went black, and Wang Xiaoxi couldn't help but cry out. Wasn't this supposed to be the prelude to release? Why was he shoving a chicken leg

so forcefully into her anus! Unprepared, the sensation of the chicken leg and the penis was completely different. Although it didn't hurt,

the soreness and swelling were intense, numb, and she constantly felt the urge to defecate, her body constricting. But the chicken leg was in the way,

still turning inside her rectum, making her feel like her internal organs were being moved. She was also weak from hunger, and this would cause problems!

Wang Xiaoxi groaned, "Ah, ah," feeling no pleasure, only discomfort. She hadn't defecated for two days,

and this intrusion made the urge to defecate almost irresistible. She was about to collapse!

"Please!" Wang Xiaoxi buried her head deep into the pile of blankets, then suddenly lifted it up, her waist and hips

shaking violently, her whole body contorted, sweat glistening under the light...

Her pain was beautiful, her pitiful pleas were music. Something was stuck to the chicken leg, and it smelled

strange. Her face had lost all color, turning pale. Her pretty face was contorted with pain from having her hair pulled

. She gripped my wrist, trying to ease the pain. Her chest heaved violently, her anus clenched tightly

, her stomach rumbled, and tears blurred her vision.

She was afraid, she felt humiliated, she could only endure it helplessly, but she couldn't eat

the chicken leg that had just been pulled from her anus, still warm and smelling of her body. She desperately tried to escape, but the man's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face was fully revealed.

He gave her hope, then crushed it. She was on the verge of collapse. Whether she defecated now or ate the chicken leg,

if she did either, Wang Xiaoxi knew she was finished. Her nerves seemed to be

torn apart ! She had to fight! ...

"Eat it obediently!" My foot was on Wang Xiaoxi's face. Her face was pressed against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her body

limp and hanging down.

She was too weak to resist. In the ensuing struggle—or rather, the beating—the man showed no mercy.

Pain, humiliation, shame—she was finished!

Wang Xiaoxi felt she had lost even her last shred of dignity. Her lower body was wet and sticky; first, urine flowed from her bladder through

her ureters , warm urine running down her thighs. Then came feces. Due to the pain, she couldn't control

her anal sphincter; it was very watery, first spurting, then flowing. Her lower body was filthy

. Her nose was bleeding, her head felt like it was being crushed. Pain! If she didn't do as he demanded, she would die!

The beating had been merciless; if it continued, she would definitely be beaten to death, without a doubt. She couldn't

die; life had only just begun. Even continuing in humiliation was better than nothing; she still had her younger brother…

Her mouth opened, blood streaked her teeth, but she began to chew…

Exciting! I felt like I was about to ejaculate just watching. A strange sense of conquest, and the first time

I'd witnessed a woman urinating and defecating like this—it was a perverse thrill, a curiosity about something new…

If I'd known it would end like this, I should have eaten it earlier. It wouldn't have looked like this when it was first pulled from her anus.

Now he'd dipped it in his own feces again, the chicken leg was covered in his own excrement, the smell was pungent, and

the sweet aroma of the chicken was now strange, salty, and bitter. The urge to vomit was indescribable, but my stomach seemed to welcome it

…

Cleaning up the filth would take some time. Was Wang Xiaoxi completely terrified of me? Of course not, it would take

time .

I smoked, admiring Wang Xiaoxi's body. Had I gone too far? But seeing her

defeated was an unforgettable thrill! The more pitiful she seemed, the more excited I became.

The water in the basin was poured out, and the egg and tomato noodles were poured into it. I even comfortably

peed , steaming hot. Wang Xiaoxi saw everything. She knew what was coming next. She

knelt on the cement floor, tears streaming down her face, cleaning up the last bit of filth...

"Don't hit me! Master!" Wang Xiaoxi tried to escape, but I caught her. Now she clung tightly to my leg,

pleading.

"Okay, I won't hit you anymore. Go, eat your food obediently." She

had no will to resist anymore. Wang Xiaoxi crawled to the basin like a puppy. It was much better than chicken legs. Although

there was a slight stench of urine, it was basically negligible. Once you overcome the psychological barrier, there really isn't one. She

should choose the tastier food first. Would eating poop and urine make her sick? What would happen later?

The tears of sorrow gave the egg and tomato noodles a bitter taste.

He never actually penetrated her. When she was taken back to the cellar, Wang Xiaoxi felt utterly ashamed under her brother's pitying

gaze . Her previous complete submission was now giving way to a renewed sense of resistance. If she was humiliated again, she

would fight back! But she dared not think too much, nor dared she fight back. Why was her brother looking so closely? And… Wang Xiaoxi suddenly

felt ashamed; Wang Xiaobo's gaze was burning into her lower body.

Although she thought of resisting, she submitted when I pushed her to the floor.

Her hands were fixed to the floor; she could move them slightly, but couldn't break free. She had already seen the

device being made and wondered what it was for. So this was what it was for.

Was the device for fixing her ankles too close? She could only bend over!

Wang Xiaoxi understood; the man wanted her to be in this doggy-style position for convenience. Being

raped meant she had no way to resist. The worst part was that her knees were also fixed; changing her position would require some

effort.

The younger brother groaned desperately, and that was it! Icy water was splashed on his buttocks, followed by rough rubbing. Was

he really going to use so much force on his most delicate area? His fingers, which should have been gentle, were now making his vulva burn. He was carefully

cleaning each layer of petals; couldn't he have been gentler?

Wang Xiaoxi dared not struggle, groaning weakly. Along with the dry pain, a strange sensation slowly spread from

there . Actually, combined with the pain, the feeling was like needles… His fingers also forcefully pried open her vaginal opening,

the icy coldness was truly unbearable; the feeling of cold water being poured into her vagina was awful, making her shiver uncontrollably…

Then came the cleaning of her anus. Stop! I'm clean! Wang Xiaoxi screamed inwardly. Yan Jun hadn't done this to me

in a while! But what came out as sounds were groans, sometimes screams…

The man slapped her buttocks hard twice, seemingly satisfied. A moment later, his hard, burning-hot

penis first visited her vagina, penetrating all the way in. Wang Xiaoxi cried out in agony,

shivering violently. She hadn't experienced such intensity and force before; her vagina was suddenly filled. The violent

thrusting and the instinctive contractions of her cervix created a surge of black waves that nearly made her faint. She felt a sharp prick—

pubic hair! Like steel needles piercing her delicate skin, the sound of flesh colliding…

After the initial adjustment period, a strange sensation mixed with the sharp pain from the friction left only her body

's reaction, pushing step by step towards that final moment, shifting from avoidance to acceptance, giving it her all

… That moment was almost here!

The movements stopped abruptly. The emptiness and urgent need in her vagina caused Wang Xiaoxi to let out a mournful cry. It

wasn't !

The man adjusted his position and attacked her anus with the same ferocity. Pain! The groans turned into screams, the intoxication of

approaching climax was replaced by aching and tearing sensations, my nerves were completely out of control, my thoughts were unclear, all that remained was

to contract my sphincter muscles in rhythm with the man. Although this was my first time doing this, anal sex wasn't difficult

, all men want the same thing! Didn't they want the woman to writhe in agony? Come on! If you can't fuck me to death, you'll have to surrender...

The

most experienced ass, I really couldn't hold on any longer, and I ejaculated in trembling. I waited for her vigorous

sphincter muscles to squeeze out the last drop of semen remaining inside me, even though my slowly shrinking penis

felt increasingly sore, the strange sense of satisfaction was just too good.

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