【Wang Xiaomo's Enen Ah Ah Adventure】(01) Author: monica98

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Author: monica98
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Wang Xiaomo is 22 years old this year, and has only been out of university for half a year. She now works at a securities company.
Although
there long, her manager thinks highly of her, believing she is smart, capable, meticulous, and diligent—a promising talent. And good talents always blossom. Today, the manager personally conveyed the company's letter of appointment, officially promoting Wang Xiaomo from
her previous role as a business receptionist to assistant manager. To use a term from the securities industry, this is a huge
boon, a huge boon just for Wang Xiaomo.

Facing her first bright red day in her career, Wang Xiaomo, the newcomer, was naturally overjoyed,
to the point that she seemed friendly to everyone today. Even the manager's bloated and slightly lewd face
seemed to have been labeled as that of a South Korean male star, so exquisitely similar to Kim Soo-hyun, almost unrecognizable, and incredibly approachable
.

A happy occasion puts one in high spirits, and even after a long day at the office, Wang Xiaomo still exuded
a smug and self-satisfied air. Look at this woman; though walking home alone, her phoenix eyes gazed skyward,
her high heels clicking with a more powerful stride than any other woman's, her hips swaying with a unique flair—she was the epitome of a proud
peacock. Passersby gave her sidelong glances, but she seemed unfazed and completely at ease. She confidently strode along with her
cat- steps, carrying her handbag, gracefully weaving through the bustling crowd.

Yes, Wang Xiaomo was that confident—confident to the point of being awe-inspiring. She always believed
herself exceptionally beautiful, possessing both inner and outer beauty, comparable to Yang Guifei in looks, and as elegant as Marilyn Monroe. She was surrounded by
a goddess aura, incomparably beautiful. Even standing next to the popular actress Angela Babbage, she was confident she
wouldn't be inferior in the slightest. You see, sometimes overconfidence turns into narcissism, and Wang Xiaomo is a prime example.
Actually, Wang Xiaomo isn't particularly attractive, at least not in terms of looks; she's definitely not a beauty. But she certainly has
assets —the assets of a voluptuous woman. Her eyes naturally possess a captivating charm, and her entire body is curvaceous, with ample curves
in all the right places. Today, under her black short-skirt uniform, the exposed half of her pink,
rounded thighs further accentuated her already graceful figure, making her radiate youthful energy and vitality. It's no wonder
she attracted .

However, even as a dazzling aspiring goddess, Wang Xiaomo is still a struggling newcomer in the workplace,
unable a car, and without a prince charming to fawn over her. Circumstances dictate her fate; even a near-goddess like her has to bow her head, so
she has to squeeze onto the bus. And during rush hour in Shanghai, it's incredibly crowded. A sexy and slender woman like Wang Xiaomo
is bound to be taken advantage of sometimes. At first, given Wang Xiaomo's temper, she naturally yelled and even resorted to physical violence, calling
for the police twice. However, when the police arrived, they only inquired about the situation and offered a few words of advice before letting the matter drop. Gradually
, Wang Xiaomo became somewhat numb to the men's indecent behavior, even submissive.
As long as it wasn't too outrageous, she would just endure it.

Actually, it wasn't that Wang Xiaomo had become indifferent to the harassment; it was simply a choice born of helplessness. Firstly,
in today's cold society, yelling was useless, and if the other party was aggressive, she would ultimately be the one to suffer. Secondly,
she encountered those who were good at talking, making unreasonable accusations about romantic relationships, and some middle-aged women, jealous of her beauty,
would make inappropriate and sarcastic remarks. The surrounding people would also give her strange looks, which was something
the highly confident Wang Xiaomo couldn't tolerate. After being harassed so many times, Wang Xiaomo could only swallow her anger and
endure it silently.

But life goes on, and the wheels of time keep turning. You still have to take the bus.

Wang Xiaomo, as usual, squeezed onto the number 11 bus. Today, the number 11 bus seemed even more crowded than usual;
the entire carriage was packed to the brim, the people inside like lumps of cured meat sealed in a jar,
swaying back and forth with the bus's starts and stops. At the same time, a sour, hot smell of sweat permeated the air. This smell squeezed everyone's
chests, heavy and leaving no room for anything else, making the already enclosed carriage seem even smaller.

Wang Xiaomo turned sideways, unable to resist leaning towards the air conditioner. As she did so, she felt someone
resting against —a man's arm. Wang Xiaomo had large, firm breasts. Privately, her girlfriends unanimously
called her "Cow Balls," a veritable fragrant, delicate, and alluring little cow. At that moment, her breasts were
perfectly wrapped around the man's exposed arm. Wearing only a close-fitting, open-necked white shirt under her uniform today,
their body heat instantly filled the air. Wang Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively tried to move away, but just as she created some
distance, the car lurched, and they were thrown together again. The man's elbow seemingly unintentionally brushed against her
chest, but the force was heavy, instantly tearing the already open collar of her shirt open even wider. "Whoosh!"
A large expanse of fair, watery skin was revealed beneath the collar, dazzlingly tender. Two full, plump breasts shyly peeked out
. The man's eyes widened, staring like a dead fish, and the entire carriage seemed to fall silent.
He vaguely heard Wang Xiaomo cough softly beside him. Seeing her straighten her collar and turn away, the man snapped out of his reverie,
feeling somewhat embarrassed. He awkwardly looked away, then immediately resumed his serious demeanor as if nothing had happened
.

"Pah, look at your self-important attitude," Wang Xiaomo glared at the man, turning away to avoid seeing him
, but her chest was met with another man's back. Sigh, this back was even more solid; with each jolt of the car, she was thrown
backward , a strong stench of body odor mixed with the acrid smell of cigarettes hitting
her face. Helpless, Wang Xiaomo could only nervously pull back, her buttocks immediately feeling a heat as someone else pressed against her.
Well , she couldn't move to either side, and was surrounded by men in front and behind. She could only hold onto the roof rails with one hand, use her bag to cover
her chest with the other, and barely manage to create a small boundary for herself with her right shoulder. As for
the flesh pressed against her buttocks, she had no time to care; she could only let him bump into her.

Suddenly, the car started moving, and the heat and pressure from the other man overwhelmed her. He was clinging to her like a thread, impossible to shake off. Wang Xiaomo was both annoyed and amused. Men were all the same;
they'd cling to any pretty woman they saw, abandoning all thought and driven only by instinct. And that thing pressing against Wang Xiaomo's buttocks was like a
pair of tongs, hard and hot; she knew what it was without even thinking. Since Wang Xiaomo was in a good mood today, and given their past
experiences, she remained silent for the time being. But that thing seemed to have her completely under its thumb, rising and falling with the car's movements.
Up and down, left and right, sometimes right, sometimes left, it kept biting at Wang Xiaomo's buttocks, rubbing back and forth like grinding ink.

"Does it think I'm tofu?" Wang Xiaomo thought angrily, and at the same time, she pulled out her elbow and slapped it back with
lightning speed. The other party immediately stopped, as quiet as a docile seal.

"Disgusting." Wang Xiaomo had won a temporary victory, but her mind was in turmoil. She could only silently pray
that the next stop would come soon, and if there was even a little more space in the carriage, she could get away from these stinky men.

Unexpectedly, the quiet only lasted for a moment, and her fleshy buttocks were hurt again. The thuggish thing had returned
after . It seemed that it hadn't learned its lesson and hadn't been hit hard enough. Wang Xiaomo frowned, her face ashen, and wanted to
scold it, but suddenly she felt a chill at her waist, and something extremely sharp penetrated her clothes and invaded her body.

"Little girl, don't move or make a sound, or I'll make you bleed." The voice beside her was hoarse and deep,
carrying a ruthless edge.

Wang Xiaomo was a little stunned; she had never seen anything like this before. She thought to herself that she had encountered the most difficult person she had ever met. She could only stand
there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Little girl, if you know what's good for you, I won't make things difficult for you, hehe." Seeing Wang Xiaomo dazed and helpless,
the man behind her pressed himself against her, his fleshy member thrusting forward, this time as domineering as a silver spear,
its erection creating a deep indentation in her round buttocks through her skirt. At the same time, his head came closer,
his tongue licking Wang Xiaomo's earlobe, his hot breath swirling around and filling her collar.
Wang Xiaomo couldn't help but tremble slightly, a ticklish sensation spreading across her neck. She turned her head, raised an eyebrow, and saw
the man before her clearly…

The man's face was covered in bumpy flesh, his mouth twisted, revealing a set of large, crooked, yellow teeth. A pair of distorted
, triangular eyes gleamed with a murderous and fierce light, making him look like a desperate criminal. Ironically, his half-yellow,
half-white hair stood on end like a broom, and most repulsive of all, a gold bead was embedded in his nostril, making him look as disgusting as excrement.

The two were close, and this excrement-like man had a clear view of Wang Xiaomo's fair and tender skin beneath her collar.
His eyes immediately lit up, he sheathed his dagger, and freed his left hand to reach inside her collar
, instantly grabbing Wang Xiaomo's right full breast. He even lifted it up and down with interest, then suddenly gripped it tightly with his fingers
, feeling its elasticity and softness, before finally squeezing the entire breast with great satisfaction, kneading it like dough
.

"Hehe, little girl, you've got more to offer than I expected. I love baby girls like you, you're got guts."
The voice was still very low, so low it seemed to blend into the car axle, indistinct.

Wang Xiaomo was anxious. She didn't utter a sound, her eyes darting around. The pain in her breasts made her desperately want to
find a way to escape. However, most of the people around her seemed to be tacitly turning their backs to her. Only the man who had elbowed
her earlier was staring at her intently through several people, with a gloating and
expectant expression.

"Beast," Wang Xiaomo cursed inwardly. But then she felt a chill on her buttocks. Her entire skirt had been lifted
up , and now most of her buttocks were exposed, glistening with moisture. The blond-haired man
's right hand was pressed on it, playfully pulling at her underwear while
kneading . His fingers occasionally brushed against her anus, sending shivers down Wang Xiaomo's spine. No normal woman could resist
such teasing; soon, her underwear was damp.

"Oh, so shy here," the blond-haired man said, his tone both sleazy and excited. He reached out and stroked Wang Xiaomo's cheek
, moving to her chin, and with a flick of his fingers, he abruptly turned her face towards him. He saw a misty haze in Wang Xiaomo's eyes,
her face already flushed, a picture of yearning. "Looks like even the fiercest girl can't withstand
my three moves," the blond-haired man thought smugly. At that moment, Wang Xiaomo's luscious lips pressed against his.
The blond-haired man was startled, but her tongue playfully slipped into his mouth, entwining with his in
a . The blond-haired man responded eagerly, their kiss passionate and unrestrained, like long-separated lovers, wanting to
melt each other completely.

"So she's a slut," the blond-haired man thought gleefully. He pulled Wang Xiaomo into his arms,
tightening his grip on her buttocks, pinching them until they blushed a vibrant red, like a sunset. Wang
Xiaomo, seemingly enjoying it, half-closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her firm breasts
against his chest. Her upper body heaved, her breasts swaying, her nipples
circling , teasing him. Because she was a head taller than him, it looked as if she, Wang Xiaomo, was actively
pursuing him.

Their tender affection made them appear like a perfect couple, deeply in love.

Someone muttered, "These young people nowadays, they really know how to have fun, they don't care about the occasion."

The blond-haired man's sharp gaze immediately followed the voice like a dagger,
silencing .

Just then, the car made another sharp turn, the centrifugal force causing the people inside to sway left and right. At this moment, the blond-haired man's right hand
was still gripping Wang Xiaomo's breast tightly, his genitals relentlessly pressed against her vulva. However, at
this moment, his lower body became slightly unsteady; his left leg involuntarily swung outwards, while his upper body swayed to the right.
Suddenly, Wang Xiaomo, who was nestled against the blond-haired man, moved. The movement was so natural yet unexpected;
taking advantage of the blond-haired man's open stance, her right knee abruptly lifted and slammed hard into his testicles. The entire movement was clean and powerful
, reminiscent of Mulan's heroic feat.

"Oh, you bitch," the blond-haired man cried out, his eyes narrowing in pain, his face contorted into a hideous
grimace , his body curling up like a shrimp before collapsing to the ground.

Wang Xiaomo had already turned around, hunching her back, and impatiently pushed her way through the crowd, ignoring
her disheveled appearance under everyone's gaze. She stumbled and bumped her way to the car door.

"Driver, open the door!" Wang Xiaomo cried out.

But a furious shout drowned her out, "Get out of my way! Anyone who gets in my way, I'll stab them to death!"

A narrow path instantly parted in the crowd, forming a perfectly orderly line like soldiers.

"Damn it, you dare kick my manhood? I'll kill you!"

Wang Xiaomo's heart was pounding; she was completely helpless.

Thankfully, the car stopped, and the door opened immediately. People near the door surged out, and Wang Xiaomo was the first to be pushed out.
She was relieved to have timed it right; the bus stopped just after the sharp bend. If it had been
even slightly slower, the consequences would have been unpredictable.

But the situation was still dangerous. Wang Xiaomo, in her high heels, desperately ran
across the street shouting for help.

"Wife, it's all my fault. Don't run, let's talk at home," came the voice of the blond-haired man behind her,
his tone different now.

Just then, someone nearby exclaimed, "Wow, these days even couples' arguments are like something out of an action movie
!"

Wang Xiaomo was startled. "Who wants to be his wife? They're not a couple anymore, how shameless
!" She instinctively looked back, only to see the menacing, pockmarked face striding towards her.

"Oh my god, how could this person be so shameless?" Wang Xiaomo's face flushed red with anxiety. In her panic,
she slipped and stumbled, falling to the ground. "Ugh... these damn high heels!"

Before she could regain her balance, a massive black truck roared towards her from the right, its aggressive stance like a death
knell. Wang Xiaomo froze, then closed her eyes, thinking: It's over.

The truck's wheels scraped two long, serpentine tracks across the road. The front of the truck, with
the screeching of its tires, awkwardly spun around before finally coming to a stop.

For a moment, the surroundings fell silent, but then erupted in chaos.

Someone shouted, "Oh no, there's been a car accident..."

Another shouted, "Oh no, someone's been hit..."

"Ouch... that's terrible... such a huge pool of blood..."

"Oh dear, it's a girl..."

Someone rushed over; it was the truck driver. He helped Wang Xiaomo's limp body up.

"Girl, girl, are you alright?"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaomo's chest heaved violently, her limbs trembled slightly, and gurgling sounds
came , as if she was trying to swallow something. After a while, the convulsive
symptoms subsided.

"Call 120 quickly, no, call 110 too..."

At this moment, a weak voice came. "No, no, I, I'm fine." Wang Xiaomo opened her blurry
eyes, her face still deathly pale. She clutched her chest, struggling to stand up, but collapsed
into the driver's arms.

"Girl, don't try to tough it out, 120 will be here soon..." The truck driver looked anxious.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaomo's eyes gradually brightened, and her breathing became more steady. She said
tremblingly : I'm fine, I... I'll be fine in a little while, I don't need to go to the hospital... I was just scared.
"

That won't do either, you should go to the hospital for a checkup..."

"It's okay, I can still walk by myself, look." After saying that, Wang Xiaomo stood up and took
two steps forward. She walked right to the truck's cab and looked down. There was a thick pool of dark red blood at her heel.
She was stunned. Holding onto the truck's side light, she leaned forward and saw a horrifying scene.

There was a person lying there, like a lump of mud. The skin and muscles on his neck looked like they had been
ironed , charred black with red and blue undertones. At his shoulder,
there was a horrifyingly large dent in the back of his head, from which dark blood gushed out, flowing out in a shocking circle.
Half of the man's face had collapsed from the pressure, half of his skin torn off, revealing
a jarring black hole. A sliver of eye muscle dangled from the socket,
piercing a bloodshot, resentful, and menacing eye that stared directly at Wang Xiaomo…

Wang Xiaomo collapsed without a sound…

The deceased was the blond-haired man. The driver saw Wang Xiaomo immediately and swerved, but still hit
the blond-haired man.

When Wang Xiaomo woke up, she was in the hospital. The traffic police took a brief
statement and left quickly. After receiving an IV drip, she returned home at 11 pm. Wang Xiaomo was exhausted but
couldn't fall asleep, the image of the bloodstained scene flashing through her mind, the jarring
eye seemingly lingering before her, impossible to shake off. She didn't know how long she slept before finally drifting
off to sleep.

The next day, the manager received Wang Xiaomo's sick leave certificate. Wang Xiaomo was completely distraught. She went to
the hospital for an IV drip, and after returning home, she lay weakly on the bed, her face blank and haggard. She curled
up , as fragile as a lonely fawn.

Time passed quickly, and the crescent moon had unknowingly risen above the treetops.

In the darkness, a faint, rustling sound emanated, intermittent and indistinct.
A thin ray of light pierced the darkness swirling around the window, illuminating a small pink hamster
. It looked terrified, huddling its fur around itself, its head darting around slightly before it hurriedly
darted to a corner. Just then, a meow came from the side, and two bright, eerie yellow pupils
flashed in the darkness, rendering the hamster immobile. The cat clearly knew its way around; it was a blue cat that Uncle Huapeng had brought from abroad for Wang Xiaomo a dozen
months ago. The blue cat seemed a little smug in the darkness, lazily
arching its back. It paused briefly, then suddenly stiffened, ignoring the hamster on the floor and running towards the hallway.

At that moment, a gust of wind seemed to swirl in the bedroom, but the window remained closed.

Wang Xiaomo had been sleeping soundly all day, except for a trip to the hospital and a phone call; she was barely
able to tell day from night. She had a nightmare last night and couldn't sleep a wink. Even after a long sleep, she still felt dizzy
and remained lying in bed.

She vaguely remembered her dream. In the dream, she seemed to have transformed into a helpless fawn,
running desperately through the forest. Behind her was a ferocious hunter, relentlessly trying to kill her. That
hunter was terrifying. He had a venomous eye, an eye that seemed to possess unfathomable power, trapping her in boundless
darkness, slowly approaching her, determined to peel her skin off.

For some reason, Wang Xiaomo felt as if she had returned to that dream. It turned out that dreams
could overlap. Like a movie, with a first part, there would naturally be a sequel. She felt the hunter had returned, with
a cruel smile. That terrifying single eye was only directed at her, multiplying into countless forms, surrounding her, devouring her.
He peeled her skin off, peeled it off. A sharp pain shot through her chest as he stripped her naked. The hunter laughed even more triumphantly,
pressing down hard on her chest, twisting and turning, trying to squeeze every last drop of softness from her.

"Ah…" Wang Xiaomo cried out in alarm. She opened her eyes in pain. Moonlight streamed onto the bedside table, but a thick,
dark mist inexplicably enveloped her nearly naked body.

"Hehehe," a sudden laugh shattered the silence of the bedroom, eerie and chilling. Even more eerie, two hands emerged from
the mist , two pale, sharp hands. These hands pressed against Wang Xiaomo's skin,
slowly and deliberately caressing her smooth abdomen, inch by inch, as if trying to dissect her vulnerability
to savor the softness within. Wang Xiaomo tried to struggle, but couldn't move an inch. The hands only lingered for a moment, then
moved , inching upwards, encircling her full, firm breasts. Suddenly, it closed in, as if trying to lock them up and
discipline them. Yes, they could be overflowing, but no longer so unruly, always so eager to
flaunt their whiteness and softness.

With a "smack," as if to suppress the pride of her breasts, a pale hand slapped Wang Xiaomo's
breast hard. The flesh rippled, creating white waves, then swayed back, becoming even more defiant.

"Smack, smack," two more slaps. The flesh became even more defiant, swaying from side to side in resistance to the brutal provocation.
The two bright red buds at the top stubbornly raised their heads, as if spitting on the other's unreasonableness and ridiculousness.

"Smack smack smack smack," the black mist seemed to quite appreciate the flesh's tenacious performance, teasing
and slapping it . At this moment, the pale hand met the tender white flesh, determined to fight to the death and decide who was superior.

Suddenly, a series of slapping sounds, like triumphant percussion, filled the room, immersing Wang Xiaomo in humiliation and
bitter resentment. She couldn't help but shout, "Enough, you bastard, what do you want?" Although fear lingered,
anger temporarily restored Wang Xiaomo's dignity, and her eyes gleamed with stubbornness.

"Enough, hahaha, you said enough, hahaha."

"The show I've been orchestrating hasn't even had a prelude, and you say enough?" The voice from the black mist was arrogant and sinister,
yet unmistakably familiar. Who else could it be but that pockmarked, blond-haired man?

"It's you, you beast, let me go..."

The black mist remained silent, only twisting and pulling Wang Xiaomo's breasts upwards with its pale hands
, pulling and pulling until the breast tissue reached its limit, still holding on tightly. Gradually, Wang Xiaomo's originally
fair breasts turned a dark purple, and even the bluish-red veins beneath the skin began to tinge with a desperate black.

The piercing pain made Wang Xiaomo grit her teeth, beads of cold
sweat trickling down her jade-like neck. Her eyes were tightly shut in agony, yet she remained defiant and silent, her face turned to the side.

"Meow!" Suddenly, a cat's meow pierced the air, and a blue figure transformed into an arrow, hurtling straight towards the black mist.
Seeing its master attacked, the extraterrestrial blue cat, fiercely protective of its owner, charged fearlessly towards
the black mist coiled on the bed. Unexpectedly, it leaped into the air, only to be caught by sharp hands.

The black mist laughed, hurling the blue cat against the wall. The poor cat let out a mournful cry and lay still.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaomo managed to free herself, tumbling out of bed and stumbling towards the bedroom door.
The black mist followed closely behind, growing ever more rampant. Suddenly, its entire form expanded, and the black mist transformed into a black haze. A red light flashed through
the haze, vaguely revealing a hideous and sinister eye.

"You slutty little brat, I'm going to fuck you until you give in today!"

Wang Xiaomo, no longer caring about the other's filthy words, ran naked, her large breasts bulging, to
the living room . Whether she was naked or not was no longer important; her only thought was to open the main door, escape the evil spirit, and make her disappear.
In the dim light, seeing the door almost within reach, her trembling body immediately stretched out her jade-like arms. Just as she was about to open the door,
a sudden red light flashed before it, followed by a surge of black mist. She was a step too late. Helpless, she could only
retreat step by step. But after only a few steps, Wang Xiaomo's graceful body felt itself against a cold barrier. Instantly, a chill rose from
her heels , and indescribable fear gripped her.

The black mist, however, was unhurried, unhurried, confidently closing in on her little by little.

In this situation, Wang Xiaomo couldn't help but feel despair. The terrifying scene from two days ago replayed in her mind like a movie
clip . Her body went limp, her upper body involuntarily sinking backward, when she suddenly felt
something smooth tickling her back. It was a doorknob, the bathroom doorknob. She quickly turned around, opened the door, and hid
inside.

The bathroom in her house wasn't big, but at least it had a lock. Wang Xiaomo frantically locked it, pressed
her body against the door, and gasped for breath, constantly praying that the door could withstand the
intruder for as long as possible, that she could survive until dawn.

A loud bang, followed by another, the aluminum grille trembled, and Wang Xiaomo, pressed against the door, trembled
along with it. Cold sweat drenched her chest, and her breasts bounced with each impact. Looking closely, even her crotch seemed to be
seeping glistening tears of terror, as if crying out and complaining about the misfortune she had suffered that night.

The crashing sound grew louder and louder, and the bathroom door shook more and more violently, as if it might
shatter or disappear at any moment. Terrified, Wang Xiaomo clutched at the door frame, instinctively making a last-ditch effort.
Suddenly, the wall lamp switched on. A dazzling, heartwarming light.

The crashing stopped abruptly, completely and utterly. It was as if the vibrant melody of the room had finally reached
its final pause. With the command given, everything returned to silence.

This silence at least brought Wang Xiaomo a sigh of relief. She stared blankly at the mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
In the mirror, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were teary, and her once proud eyes were now devoid of any light. Her long
eyelashes drooped listlessly, as if trying to conceal the bitter glint in her gray pupils. Her once
proud and arrogant chest was now covered in mottled crimson spots, contrasting sharply with the surrounding alabaster skin
, creating a poignant and unbearable sight. It seemed that even the last vestige of her resilient chest had
exhausted its , leaving only a desolate helplessness and sigh.

*Drip, tap...* Wang Xiaomo's heart was bleeding. Even the strongest person has moments of weakness and exhaustion. She
longed to sleep , to find someone to lean on. At this moment, she needed comfort most, even if only for a moment. Perhaps it was
fate, for a pale hand faintly appeared in the mirror—a familiar hand. It gently and perfectly rested on her
shoulder, as if offering the comfort she most needed.

"No..." Wang Xiaomo exclaimed, turning her head sharply, only to find her shoulder completely
empty . She was somewhat taken aback, but the hand in the mirror continued its unhurried, slow touch on her skin, as if
admiring a work of art, slid down her shoulder and then, almost shamelessly, to her chest, clinging to that
undulating area and gently teasing it. It loved the softness of that spot.

Wang Xiaomo wanted to run out, but she wasn't sure if the eerie black mist was still outside the door.
She couldn't feel anything on her body, yet the mirror vividly displayed that eerie, familiar hand. Which was
real, and which was an illusion? Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth—perhaps, the difference between truth and falsehood was just a thin veil,
an you hadn't noticed.

Wang Xiaomo turned to the side, looking at the mirror from a different angle. The hand suddenly vanished, disappearing
without a trace. Her tense nerves relaxed for a moment, but then her body began to tremble uncontrollably again. At this moment,
a dark, thick blackness appeared in the corner of the mirror facing the window. It began to churn, then surged and
shot towards the four corners of the mirror, like ghostly ink spewed by an octopus, staining the entire surface black.
So , so utterly black, that tiny red blushes appeared within the black ink. Those blushes seemed to possess a strange
intelligence; they blinked briefly, then suddenly opened, revealing an extremely eerie eye leaping into the mirror's reflection
. After a brief pause, it revealed a familiar face behind it.

A distorted face, only half visible. Ferocious, sinister, and filled with blood and gore, along with a set of rotten, yellowed teeth…

Wang Xiaomo didn't scream, didn't utter a sound. She ran, turned, and ran. She opened the bathroom door and
emerged , surrendering her voluptuous, slender body to a cold, twisted, long-awaited pair of hands.

In the living room…

Wang Xiaomo's shoulders and cheeks pressed against the ground, her buttocks helplessly protruding outwards. The wicked
hands tightly gripped her rounded thighs, raising her plump buttocks high. Her tender vulva
was helplessly exposed, trembling trembling. A terrifying red tongue clung to this pleasant
garden , patrolling its territory as if inspecting its domain. This snake-like tongue sometimes
coiled around her labia, sometimes darted into her vaginal opening, and sometimes suddenly tightened around the intoxicating protrusion on her vulva, tearing and pulling,
causing Wang Xiaomo unbearable itching in her lower body, her buttocks rubbing incessantly from side to side. Her slender waist twisted and turned,
causing her two large breasts to rise and fall. Gradually,

half a bloodied and mangled face emerged from the black mist above her buttocks, its drooping, horrifying
eye staring intently at the fragrant, splashing Jade Maiden Pool before it. A moment later, a set of rotten, yellow
teeth suddenly opened on the lower half of the face and bit down directly, grinding, tapping, and then suddenly sucking hard. Wang Xiaomo's whole body
trembled uncontrollably as if pricked by needles: "Ah, don't bite! It's going to break there. Ugh... don't suck... I'm going to die...
" But then came the urgent sucking and swallowing sounds, like the gates of hell being
opened with a creaking sound. Then the honey-like fluid flowing from Wang Xiaomo's crotch was swallowed whole by the mouth with rotten teeth
.

"Ah, I'm going to lose it." The pleasure, like a galloping wild horse, carried Wang Xiaomo over and over one peak after another. Her lower abdomen
then convulsed urgently, and the gates of Eden opened, the sweetest dew flowing out. The
bloodied and mangled face was filled with smiles, impatiently devouring this rare treasure without leaving a single bit.

As the sucking and devouring continued, the black mist in mid-air slowly dissipated. In its place,
the outline of a man gradually emerged. The increasingly distinct man looked rough and fierce. He raised his prone upper body,
shrugged his shoulders triumphantly, and grabbed Wang Xiaomo's jade-like waist, pulling her voluptuous body into
his cold embrace. His distorted face pressed against Wang Xiaomo's earlobe, and he said in a sinister tone, "You slutty
little brat, I said I'd fuck your cunt raw, and I'll fuck it raw." His voice was savage, vicious, and brutal,
yet it carried an irresistible sense of intimidation and oppression.

Wang Xiaomo was pressed down hard on the living room sofa, her body flipped over. Her face was turned to one side,
covered with fine beads of sweat. Her hair, washed by sweat, spread like black silk across the soft cushions behind her. Her
two large, tender breasts, though defeated, still stood proudly upright. At the same time, her legs were
brutally pried apart by the man's ferocious arms, tearing her delicate vulva even wider. It had to be torn wider, because
the half-section of the eerie weapon exposed outside her vaginal opening was about half a foot long and two inches wide.
A faint red glow floated on its surface, while the inside revealed mottled purple and blue patches, with several snake-head-like
bumps . Just like its owner, it was terrifying, ferocious, and ghostly.

Wang Xiaomo now had to use the most tender part of her body to receive the trampling and assault of this weapon.
She felt an unprecedented, indescribable pain in her vagina. This pain penetrated her skin, making
Wang Xiaomo's body feel shattered, yet also numb, a numbness that she couldn't stop; simultaneously, it was cold, tearing,
throbbing , trembling, and even a little sweet. It was even a little sweet—the taste of blood.

This was not something a normal woman could endure.

Wang Xiaomo tried to push him away, once wasn't enough, so she tried again, pushing hard.

*Thud*, finally she was pushed away. As if knowing her feelings, he deliberately let go.

Before she could turn around, after only half a step away, he grabbed her again.

As if resenting her for leaving him, he lightly lifted her chin and rubbed her crotch.

Wang Xiaomo began to struggle again, twisting her waist, swaying her hips, and trying to run away.

The man, however, liked this; with a quick dodge, he pulled her back into his arms.

At this moment, she was the hamster, and the man was the blue cat.

Cats always like to tease their prey, but the man wasn't a cat; he was a tiger, a wicked tiger.

This wicked tiger looked at her, a sinister smile on his face.

He pinched her breasts, squeezed her large, fleshy buttocks, squeezing them hard.

Wang Xiaomo hated him; she was ultimately his toy, meat on the chopping block.

So she pounded her fists on him, like raindrops.

The wicked man stood still, letting her delicate fists disturb his ruthless, cold body.

He laughed loudly, a laugh so arrogant, domineering, lewd, and greedy.

Wang Xiaomo, exhausted from hitting her, could only protect his body with his hands and turn his head away from her.

But he wouldn't let up, kissing her lips with his remaining half-face, his yellow teeth.

Not satisfied, he lifted one of her pink legs, opening her entrance as wide as possible.

Thud, and he thrust in all the way, reaching the very source.

Wang Xiaomo couldn't struggle, she could only scream and moan: "No, no!"

But the penis ignored her, continuing its relentless thrusting, wanting to make love to her.

Wang Xiaomo seemed afraid of him, submissive to him, tears welling in her eyes, letting him thrust and pound,

the eerie penis pumping back and forth inside her vagina. "Slap, slap, slap,"

Wang Xiaomo completely succumbed, no longer resisting, unable to resist.

As the man released his pent-up resentment and greed, Wang Xiaomo's lower body gushed forth
waves of love fluid, a bittersweet mix. At this moment, she seemed to have lost consciousness, only experiencing pleasure, an extremely contradictory
pleasure.

This pleasure drove her mad, made her go insane.

So she wanted it too, she began to actively embrace him, letting him penetrate her, her legs obediently wrapped around him, letting him torment her, to
torment .

"Slap, slap, slap," he changed positions again. Wang Xiaomo was pressed against the man's cold
body; at the same time, the man lay flat behind her, his actions becoming increasingly unrestrained. His wicked hands seized her proud
breasts from behind, her breasts still defiant. He manipulated them wantonly, yet meticulously sculpted them, like a skilled
craftsman. He kneaded and squeezed Wang Xiaomo's breasts into various shapes and forms. They twisted and contorted,
shaping them uniquely; he lifted them, then pushed them down to start over, before encircling the lower edge of her breasts and kneading them violently upwards,
creating a magnificent spectacle, then with a sharp "smack," a horizontal slap, unleashing a spectacular
feat .

This brutality, Wang Xiaomo seemed to accept completely.

She was captivated; she turned her head and passionately kissed the man, even though he only had half a face, his teeth yellowed, she
still wanted it.

She wanted his erection, she wanted his unyielding strength.

She wanted his stabilizing needle, a foot long and two inches wide, serpentine and winding.

"Snap, snap, snap," a passionate yet obscene sound, "Snap, snap, snap," a beautiful and natural
expression.

"Snap, snap, snap," Wang Xiaomo completely became a goddess, a goddess blossoming under brutality and ravaging.

This goddess. Beautiful in an elusive way, beautiful in a charming way, beautiful in a way that recklessly abandoned everything.

This battle between human and ghost, from the living room, from the bedroom, to the balcony, to the corridor, and back to the living room.

Various positions, multiple angles, all-around, unrestrained and passionate, docking, docking, and docking again,
until the moment the sun rose.

At midday, Wang Xiaomo woke up, awakened by a familiar, melodious doorbell ring. She stood up shakily
, and through the peephole of the main door, she saw the figure of her best friend, Lulu, her best friend from school.
She quickly put on a nightgown and opened the door.

Before Lulu even entered the room, Wang Xiaomo collapsed onto her, sobbing uncontrollably…

Lulu was shocked. What had happened to her usually confident and strong friend? She quickly helped Wang Xiaomo into the bedroom,
showering her with concern and care, treating her like a sister. Wang Xiaomo, however, just shrugged her shoulders, her expression sorrowful and hesitant, still
refusing to answer.

“Which bastard dared to bully you?” Lulu noticed something amiss. Wang Xiaomo’s exposed chest was covered in
red spots, and her thighs were even more mottled. “Was it that branch manager? I knew
he was up to no good, but you wouldn’t believe me, and you still want to work at that brokerage firm.” “Come on, let’s call the police and sue him.
How dare he bully my Momo! I’ll make him pay!”

Wang Xiaomo finally panicked,
stammering , becoming increasingly heartbroken as she cried until her voice was hoarse.

Lulu was stunned. At first, she thought Wang Xiaomo was still making excuses for someone, but hearing how genuine it sounded later, she
believed it a little more. Seeing Wang Xiaomo sobbing uncontrollably at the end, her expression undeniably genuine, she believed it even
more

. Wang Xiaomo, however, blurted out everything she had been holding back, things she should and shouldn't have said.

Sobbing, Wang Xiaomo said, "That evil spirit said before he left that I should wash myself clean every day, just
lie on the bed with my white buttocks sticking out, waiting for him to come and fuck me every night. He also said he wanted me to bear him a dozen
ghost babies, so that I would be his woman forever. Lulu, what am I going to do?
I... I don't want to live anymore..."

Lulu paused, a light appearing in her eyes. "Xiao Mo, don't cry. I know a place
that might work, and it must work. Come on, let's go..."

Wang Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, "Where to?" Before she could finish speaking, Lulu pulled her up, dressed her, and
led her out .

In Shanghai, at Qingning Temple, the two beauties arrived at 3 PM.

As soon as they entered the temple gate, a young monk stood by the entrance and respectfully said, "Ladies, please wait. May I ask which
one of you is Wang Xiao Mo? The abbot has instructed me to wait here for quite some time. Please come inside to speak."

Wang Xiao Mo was naturally pleased to see this and thought to herself, "The abbot predicted my arrival even before I arrived
, and he knows my name and perhaps my purpose. He certainly has some ability." So she quickly took
Lulu's hand, and the two followed the young monk into the inner courtyard.

Turning past the winding gates, one came upon a large side room. A plaque hung above the main hall, bearing four
large, gleaming gold characters "Qingning Chan Temple." The characters were vigorous and powerful, clearly not of ordinary quality. At this moment, the young monk withdrew, and
a deep, resonant voice came from the side door of the main hall: "Both ladies are fortunate to have passed by this venerable temple.
Please, take a seat."

Following the voice, an elderly monk in a kasaya walked through the side door. He had long beard and ears, a full forehead, and bright,
piercing eyes. It was the abbot himself.

"Master, greetings," Wang Xiaomo greeted him, bowing slightly. Before she could sit down, the abbot walked directly to her
and bowed deeply. He then said, "I suppose this must be Benefactor Wang Xiaomo."

Wang Xiaomo hurriedly replied, "Master, you flatter me. I've come here to ask you something, and
I hope you can offer me some guidance..."

"You're too kind, Benefactor. I wouldn't dare presume to offer guidance. However, there's no need to elaborate on what you're referring to. This humble monk,
though not very knowledgeable, already knows.

" "Master knows everything?" Wang Xiaomo was stunned.

"Everyone has their own fate. This Benefactor recently encountered a calamity, and it was beyond human control."

"Indeed, indeed! Master, you must know how to save me. I... this..." Wang Xiaomo was somewhat
agitated, her words tumbling out as she desperately tried to grasp at this glimmer of hope.

The abbot didn't respond to Wang Xiaomo's words, but murmured, "Alas, everything has a cause, nothing has an independent
nature. Everything is predestined, good or bad predestined, separated by only a fine line."

Wang Xiaomo's eyes lit up, and she quickly followed up, "Then may I ask, Master, how can bad

predestined karma be transformed into good predestined karma?" The abbot remained silent, stunned for a long while, before slowly saying, "This female benefactor, good fortune will surely
come... Please... come with me." With that, he turned and walked towards the inner room without looking back.

Wang Xiaomo hurriedly followed, and Lulu followed as well.

The abbot stopped, turned to Lulu, and said, "This female benefactor, please wait. This is
a sacred ; those without affinity are not allowed to enter."

Lulu was a little embarrassed. Logically, she shouldn't go against
the abbot , but she was also worried about letting Wang Xiaomo enter the monk's inner room alone. She said somewhat flusteredly, "
But Master, I'm Momo's best friend, I..." The second half of her sentence, "Why can't I go in?" was
swallowed back down by Lulu, because she noticed the abbot's expression seemed somewhat displeased.

The abbot said, "This old monk will need some time to reverse the fate of benefactor Wang Xiaomo, and how long
that will take truly depends on fate. Things cannot be forced, so this female benefactor need not worry. Please return."

Wang Xiaomo nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, Lulu, you should go back. With the master's skill, he
can help me, so don't worry."

Hearing Wang Xiaomo's words, Lulu felt relieved and turned to leave.

Inside the abbot's room, there was a candlelight, a faint fragrance, and a strange scent. Wang Xiaomo smelled this faint, unusual fragrance, and her heart
suddenly fluttered. At this moment, the abbot turned around and said to Wang Xiaomo, "Benefactor, your face is flushed, but your forehead
is rounded yet shrouded in dark aura. You must be possessed by a demon and have consummated your marriage, is that correct?"

Wang Xiaomo's heart trembled again upon hearing this, but she did not answer. Her face flushed red, displaying a shy and girlish demeanor,
which was an admission.

The abbot acted as if he had not seen anything,
and recounted in detail everything that had happened to Wang Xiaomo over the past two days, as if he had personally witnessed it.

Wang Xiaomo was filled with boundless admiration for the master before her, almost to the point of
worshipping . She couldn't help but ask, "Master, may I ask what the method of salvation is?"

"Alas," the abbot sighed, "You've had intimate relations with that evil spirit, and its yin poison has entered
your body. Completely dispelling this resentful poison will be quite difficult." Wang Xiaomo's expression changed. The abbot
continued , "However, you have an affinity with Buddhism, so even if it takes some effort, I will do my utmost to ensure your safety
. Even if you suffer a sudden death from the poison in five days, I still have a way to save you."

What? Sudden death from the poison? Five days later? Wang Xiaomo was dumbfounded.

The abbot, however, noticed Wang Xiaomo's panicked expression and said, "Female benefactor, do not worry. I
have a 'Stabilizing Yang Pill' here, specifically for counteracting Yin-evil poisons. Please take it. I also have a method specifically for resisting cold poison,
capable of blocking all ghostly forces in the world. However, it will take some time to teach you this method, hence
the considerable effort involved ."

"I see," Wang Xiaomo replied without suspicion, accepting the pill from the monk and swallowing it in one gulp. She then said somewhat
embarrassedly , "This humble woman thanks the master in advance, but I do not yet know your Dharma name. How should I address you
? I will be able to repay your life-saving grace in the future."

"Hehe, my Dharma name is 'Huiyin'. Female benefactor, there is no need to be bound by formalities. As I have
said , everything is predestined, and this is how things are..."

"Master Huiyin, could you please teach me the method immediately?" Wang Xiaomo misheard "Huiyin" as "Huiyin."
She felt a burning sensation and a slight itching all over her body, but she was too anxious
to pay attention to .

Master Huiyin swallowed and stared intently at the bulging area on Wang Xiaomo's chest before
continuing , "Please don't be impatient, female benefactor. Before practicing this method, I need to avoid three prohibitions. The first prohibition is that the body
must be free from coldness. In other words, if the body is unwell, this method will be less effective. So, firstly, I will draw out and suppress some of the yin toxins in
your body, and then you can practice the method. The second prohibition is
that you must not be agitated or angry during the practice, otherwise you will easily go into qi deviation and suffer backlash. As for the
third prohibition..." Master Huiyin glanced at Wang Xiaomo's curvaceous waist and hips again, but seemed reluctant
to continue.

"Master Huiyin, please tell me quickly! I will abide by any taboos or restrictions!" Wang
Xiaomo was anxious, her breathing rapid, her chest heaving, and she was drenched in sweat, her body burning with desire.

"The third taboo is that physical contact is inevitable in cultivation. Since we
are men and women, we must abandon all distracting thoughts and traditional barriers between men and women. Are you truly willing, female benefactor?"

"This...this is certainly right. Physical contact is unavoidable; I will absolutely not complain, Master."
Wang Xiaomo's face was resolute.

"You will never regret it?"

"Absolutely not."

"Very well, female benefactor, come to my side." With that, he took Wang Xiaomo's hand and pulled her fragrant body
into his arms.

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