[Devilman Gaiden: Fragrant Bloodstained]

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In the early 21st century, the unexplained phenomenon of human demonization became the greatest source of chaos in the world, surpassing all
traditional threats such as war, religious conflict, and political ideology. The cause of this demonization remains unexplained scientifically
; it could be attributed to new human evolution, the influence of novel viruses, or the combination of humans with unknown genetic modifications.
Living on the eve of this great upheaval, humanity was unaware of the impending arrival of a demonic world, believing it to be
the greatest threat to human survival after AIDS. Little did they know that compared to demonization, AIDS, this century's incurable disease,
was less than a cold.
At the time, I was a student at Jinyin Medical University, and the name Bai Fenfang suited me quite well.
Just over twenty years old, I possessed a tall and slender figure. My full, rounded breasts formed the most beautiful golden triangle, their proportions and height more elegant and perfect than any ancient Greek goddess statue. My milky-white skin made me 　　involuntarily admire myself
every time I showered . 　　 From middle school onwards, I was the envy of everyone. Whenever I changed clothes for swimming or sports, 　　my female friends would marvel at my exquisite beauty. My strong, bouncy legs were slender and graceful, and 　　countless men drooled over my long, shapely legs. 　　 Beautiful women are often narcissistic, and I was especially so. However, as a woman, modesty is an extremely important virtue. 　　 My beauty is enough to make any beautiful woman feel inferior or at least doubt herself. Although I have the capital to be arrogant, my humble and 　　polite moderate personality makes me popular with both men and women. It's even enough to shatter the hostility and jealousy of my own female friends. 　　 I am not a scheming, femme fatale; on the contrary, I have always been full of compassion for the weak. Because there is no 　　one in the world worth my scheming. As long as I do my best to present my perfection, I will naturally gain the kindness 　　and care of others. 　　 I was still a virgin at twenty. If I said that, probably half the world wouldn't believe it. The other half would admire 　　me so much that they wouldn't believe there was any possibility of me being defiled. I remained a virgin not intentionally; since my teenage years, I 　　've always believed there would be a man I'd fall in love with at first sight. But being so exceptional, I simply couldn't find 　　someone worthy of me. 　　 The choice I regret most in my life was choosing medicine, not just because of anatomy classes and the need to handle various 　　patients' bodies, but also because it ultimately ruined my life. 　　 The rise of demonization has led to the continuous slaughter of people in society; these demons, transformed from humans, actually 　　feed on humans. As a medical student, I was also conscripted into the demon-hunting special police force to provide medical 　　services due to the turbulent situation, serving as both an intern and a nurse. 　　 That night was a stormy one. Inside the medical van, my companion and I watched the torrential rain outside, the 　　lightning flashing across the sky sending chills down our spines. An ominous premonition swept through me; the incessant gunfire outside, 　　the screams of the special police officers, were much closer than usual. 　　 "Clang..." 　　 Just as the roof of the car shook violently and dented, a demon resembling a bull-headed beast tore open the car door and stepped 　　inside. 　　 I was about to instinctively scream when I felt a whistling wind and the pain shooting through my body. 　　Before my brain could register the pain, I was knocked unconscious. That was the beginning of my nightmare, a nightmare for life. 　　 When the excruciating pain in my abdomen finally brought me back to consciousness, I saw the ambulance I had been in, riddled with 　　bullet holes, parked nearby in a cave. My female classmates and the female SWAT officer who had been in the car with me were bound with vines. 　　 Every time I struggled, excruciating pain shot through my hands; my delicate skin was reddened and even chafed 　　raw from the bindings. 　　 My other companions, including several female SWAT officers, also regained consciousness. Despite the perilous situation, the female SWAT officers reassured us 　　, and we all remained calm, waiting for the inevitable rescue. 　　 The agonizing wait filled me with anxiety and despair. The loss of time and 　　the fear of what the future held tormented me until I was emaciated and lost. 　　 Finally, the nightmare began. The minotaur entered the cave, followed by several male 　　special police officers bound with vines. 　　 The silent wait continued; no one uttered a word, no one begged for mercy or help. We simply 　　waited patiently. 　　 The minotaur then went back and forth several times, carrying buckets of water. Then it tore open the clothes of a female special police officer. 　　Large breasts, a brightly colored bra, and a deep red, grape-like nipple appeared before the eyes of the dozen or so hostages 　　. 　　 "Stop! Let me go!" 　　 the female special police officer screamed immediately, her eyes filled with anger and embarrassment. 　　 "Boom!" 　　 The minotaur's fist slammed heavily into the female special police officer. Tears welled in her eyes, and she opened her mouth but could not utter 　　a sound. Her bones were probably broken, and even more terrifying, the Minotaur continued to punch and kick her, leaving the female SWAT 　　officer rolling on the ground. 　　 "Stop! Stop! She'll die!" 　　 I shouted and cried along with the others. It was too horrible; such heavy-handed attacks could kill someone. 　　 After hundreds of heavy punches, the Minotaur pinned the female SWAT officer to the ground. Her neck was broken, 　　her body twisted in multiple fractures, and the breath of life had left her. 　　 Dead! A person died right before my eyes. The fear in my heart was indescribable; 　　she died so easily. Would that be my fate? Looking at the female SWAT officer's white eyes and bruised, swollen face, the shadow 　　of death loomed over my heart. No, I don't want to die, to die without dignity. I still have a beautiful 　　life waiting for me. 　　 "Plucking her pubic hair, taking out her internal organs, and starting a fire to roast meat," 　　 the Minotaur said, untying the vines binding one of the male SWAT officers. 　　 Cannibalism…it…it wants to eat people… 　　 Demons eating people is nothing new, but to eat oneself…I am still a young girl in the prime of my life, I 　　don’t want to be the demon’s dinner. I imagined my beautiful mind floating in the demon’s stomach, my eyes staring in despair 　　. I cried, uncontrollably sobbing, ignoring everyone’s attempts to stop me. 　　 When my sobs subsided, I realized that the Minotaur had killed two more male special police officers. The last one, 　　his face pale, had stripped his male and female companions of their clothes, plucked their pubic hair, and cut open their abdomens to remove their internal organs.

"Come out.
" Though terrified, having dissected corpses before, I managed to look at the horrific hell before me without going insane.
The excrement squeezed from the intestines stank, the corpse's heart was still beating, and the cave reeked of blood.
Before me were three naked corpses; the female SWAT officer's body had been hollowed out, her heart, lungs, kidneys, stomach, and intestines
piled on the ground. What horrified me most was the uterus still attached to the ovaries—the thought of
becoming flesh of a demon while still a virgin filled me with utter despair. My mind was completely empty. I
stared blankly at the hell before me. The SWAT officer responsible for cleaning the corpses seemed insane, a sinister
smile on his face, his body bathed in a sea of blood.
The other female SWAT officers and classmates were stripped naked by the Minotaur, who washed them one by one with water.
No one dared utter a curse, only stifled sobs, for no one wanted to become the fourth corpse
.
My turn!
Looking at the demon so close to me, its body covered in wounds and brimming with power, I knew it
could tear me to pieces in less than a second. All my hatred and hostility towards the demon were replaced by fear, and I trembled uncontrollably.
Then, icy water was poured over my head.
"This blood clot..."
Only then did I realize that my face was filthy and unsightly from the nosebleed I'd lost consciousness; my beauty was drowned in blood.
The demon's movements froze, and its deep, star-like eyes were filled with sorrow. Its hideous, terrifying claws
were raised before my eyes, and a warm sensation touched my face—I was being caressed. My cheeks, never touched by a male other than a female classmate,
were now being touched by this male demon.
The thought that this was a cannibalistic demon, washing our bodies to eat, made me frantically bite its
paws—not out of courage, but a reaction driven by extreme fear. Like jumping and screaming at the sight of a cockroach.
The retreating monster stared in astonishment at its bitten hand, the sadness vanishing from its eyes in exchange for
a lewd, malevolent smile.
I screamed, I struggled, I begged for mercy, but I couldn't stop it from tearing my clothes off. Naked
, looking down, my shapely breasts were no less alluring than those of a celestial being,
nipples like sculptures of crimson agate, surrounded by arousing water droplets, the soft, black silk-like down of my vulva, mysterious
and sensual.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, I was utterly helpless before the minotaur. I wasn't the only
one naked then, but my nakedness calmed everyone; even the male special police officers wore lewd expressions.
"We've hit the jackpot today."
"A student at Jin Yin Medical University, twenty years old."
The minotaur picked up my identification from my tattered clothes on the ground and lewdly grinned.
That smile is forever etched in my heart, waking me from nightmares countless times.
After stripping everyone naked and washing their bodies... The three corpses were roasted one after another as the Minotaur devoured
the female SWAT officer's flesh. I didn't dare look, only listening to the unforgettable chewing sounds.
"Hmph! Human flesh is only for women. SWAT officer, clean those entrails. No need for
seasoning, freshly roasted is already top-notch."
The Minotaur calmed the mixed feelings of relief and fear in everyone's hearts, because it had only eaten one
human leg, and then some lungs and liver. Originally, we thought we would all be killed and eaten, but judging from its appetite
, the three corpses were enough for it to eat for a week, giving us ample time to wait for rescue.
"After satisfying its appetite, it moves on to its sexual desires?"
Hearing this, my heart sank. I only dared to look down at myself on the ground, hearing the approaching footsteps
. Sure enough... Why... For the first time in my life, I hated that I was born beautiful...
The Minotaur deftly grabbed the vines and seized my hands. The Minotaur kept hissing, licking my hands with its disgusting tongue
. The warm, wet tongue felt strangely comforting as it licked the wound on my hand. But the disgust was nauseating;
it had just devoured a human leg. The tongue licking my hand belonged to a cannibalistic demon.
Though it claimed to be satisfying its appetite, the demon's true intentions were unfathomable. Besides,
I couldn't bear being eaten by this demon or having sex with it.
My hand repeatedly tried to pull back, but to no avail. Not provoking this demon should have been the wise decision, but
I just couldn't stand it. A tongue that had just chewed human flesh was unbearable for any woman.
Given my personality, simply being naked in public was already unbearable, but faced with the threat of being eaten and raped,
nudity was insignificant.
"I don't have much time, and I happen to have excellent female slave material. It wouldn't be bad to have this pure beauty do
the lewd things that only a high-class female slave would do."
"Listen, from now on I am your master, I will do whatever you want."
Reason told me to submit, but my female instincts made it impossible for me to accept. Give my precious first time to this demon?
No, I don't want to, I absolutely don't want to, I'd rather die.
If I could choose between committing suicide with a gun and having sex with a demon, I would definitely choose suicide.
I won't commit suicide, not only because I don't have the means to die, but also because I'd be eaten after death.
Faced with my silence, the minotaur demon asked again, "What beautiful hands! Such delicate, jade-like fingers,
smoother than a baby's. Even goddesses and fairies couldn't compare."
"I'll make you do whatever I want, or I'll eat you."
I didn't want to be eaten, nor did I want to listen to this demon; just looking at its dark body made me nauseous.
"Ugh! Aren't you going to answer?"
The demon lifted my hand to kiss it, my pure, flawless skin being kissed by its disgusting, foul-smelling lips. I wanted to speak,
but I was too afraid to open my mouth.
"What a pity!"
The foul-smelling mouth opened, revealing chillingly white teeth.
"Snap."
In that instant, I froze. My hand was in the demon's mouth, and a gushing stream of blood flowed from its deep, white fangs.
It devoured my right elbow and palm...
"Aaaaaaah..."
I screamed wildly, finally feeling the burning pain as my warm blood splattered all over my body. The demon...
He spat out my hand, stroked it for a while, and then started eating from the severed wound.
I fainted, from excessive blood loss and the mental shock.
When I woke up again, I was in pain and cold; the pain brought me from a half-dreaming state to full wakefulness.
The wound was bandaged, and a tingling, intermittent pain radiated from it—I must have been given anesthesia. I was still naked,
with beads of transparent yellow sweat on my body; it would probably excite any man!
Before me was a lewd and perverse painting: the surviving female SWAT officer and her female classmates were
having sex with that bull-headed demon. Not only were some people kissing it, sucking its enormous, ugly, bulging penis, but some were even licking the
demon's anus.
The thought that it might have just excreted feces made of human flesh, and yet someone was kissing it with their mouth—even if it was
forced, I felt that the female classmate was despicable, a disgrace to women.
"Are you awake, Sleeping Beauty?"
"Will you speak this time? Or will I devour you piece by piece?"
The demon picked up a severed hand from the ground. It was pale, a beautiful hand—the hand that had been eaten before
. It could never be reattached. Judging from its appearance, at least ten hours had passed; the wound had been
bitten.
Then it began to eat the flesh from the severed opening. The hand I had carefully admired every day, the hand I had stroked in front of the mirror,
the hand meticulously adorned with expensive nail polish and lotion. It was being eaten piece by piece, turning into the demon's blood,
flesh, and bones, the rest becoming its excrement.
"I can say... anything... I can... do whatever I want?"
Looking at my half-hand, missing my right elbow and palm, the blood-stained bandages on the wound made me yield. I didn't want to die
so horribly, eaten by a disgusting, vile demon, becoming its excrement. That kind of horror was
incomparable to suicide by jumping off a building or burning charcoal.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
If a boy at school asked me this, I would cut ties with him. If a girl asked me this, I wouldn't speak to
her for days.
"Yes..."
My voice trembled, completely devoid of its usual gentle rhythm.
"How often?"
"Often, I haven't counted."
I felt no embarrassment whatsoever, truly... answering my own heart. Because all I felt was fear.
Faced with absolute terror, even my sense of shame vanished.
"Masturbate in front of me, with your own hand?"
My hand, bitten off and left stiff, was thrown before my eyes.
"Waaah...waaah...I...I..."
I burst into tears. With this pitiful, desperate cry, my emotions returned. I tried to comfort
myself; this demon was interested in my body, I wouldn't die for now, my grave might not be its belly
.
Touching my hand, it felt so cold, without a trace of warmth. I was still a virgin, though a bit narcissistic
, yet I masturbated with my bitten-off hand. This sorrow and humiliation far surpasses any rape by an ordinary man.
My current behavior is no different from that of a walking corpse; my heart is filled only with endless grief. Even if I escape
, I will be a woman without a right hand, a cripple, no longer the perfect me.
Although blood loss has made my body more sensitive, I have little strength left for masturbation, coupled with
the desolation that overwhelms my heart. The fingers that caress my lips only produce a rubbing sound and a slight pain. My face must only
show fear, without a trace of pleasure.
"No fun at all! Not a drop of water comes out."
The bull-headed demon's red eyes flashed with desire as it approached my innocent body, opening its blood-red maw,
saliva dripping from its long, sharp, dazzlingly white teeth.
"No..."
Controlled by fear, I lost my reason and instinctively tried to defend myself. I grabbed my severed hand and
struck the bull-headed demon's hand, kicking and thrashing my legs wildly.
"Fine! A little struggle, it'll be interesting."
The demon opened its mouth and swallowed my severed hand, playing with it with its tongue right before my eyes. Seeing the filthy,
foul-smelling saliva covering my carefully groomed hand, I was terrified,
my hands and feet slowing their resistance.
"If you don't obey, you won't be treated like a woman, but like food. Should I eat your beautiful, star-like eyes,
or your round, white, snow-white, alluring breasts?"
Its hot, foul-smelling tongue licked my virgin breasts, untouched by any man.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
A loud scream, so loud it made my eardrums ache. Was that really my voice, filled with terror?
My whole body trembled, and a heat rose in my lower body; urine leaked from my urethra, spreading in all directions. Smelling the stench of urine floating in the air, I, confident in my beauty and full of hope for the future, 　　had urinated
in front of this beast .
This unforgettable humiliation, the wound buried deep in my heart,
resurfaces every time I feel the urge to urinate.
The demon excitedly licked the urine on the ground, my severed hand still in its mouth.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
The hot breath exhaled from its nostrils, blowing all over my body, the suffocating heat unbearable.
"Ah..."
The demon lifted one of my legs with one hand, exposing my private parts to its gaze, and then its
tongue, more agile than a snake, wet and warm, began to lick.
"Ugh..." Suffering a mental wound comparable to being cut with a knife, I let out a low groan. This only
excited the demon more; it spat out my severed hand and used its claws to sweep across my labia. Its tongue alternately licked
my labia, circling up, down, left, and right.
Trembling, I let the demon revel in my body. The shadow of death hovered before my eyes, and I foolishly
closed my eyes, only intensifying the sensations within my senses. That tongue was like a terrifying serpent, toying with me. My
severed hand was cold and soft; under the touch of those fingers, my body reacted according to its primal instincts.
"Heh...it's starting to get wet."
Why, why did I have to encounter this? I cried out to heaven and earth in vain, and even
became aroused by this perverse sexual intercourse.
The tingling and pleasure emanating from my lower body were excruciating, leaving me crippled, subjected to this beast's humiliation. The mental torment
far surpassed the physical torture.
Cold fingers and a wet, hot tongue repeatedly invaded my vagina. With the mutual stimulation and
the support of saliva, my vagina overflowed with the fluids that should only appear during a lover's caress or self-pleasure.
"Hehe, pink and moving, Miss Fragrance, your labia are clamping your own fingers!"
Sitting on the ground, my lower body covered in urine and vaginal fluids, being played with by this monster, it was truly worse than death.
"Ouch! It hurts."
This cruel demon, just as I saw the severed hand inserted into my labia, shoved it all the way in,
penetrating my virginity with the severed hand.
Thinking of the place where I was supposed to give birth, now containing a lifeless severed hand that belonged to me,
I was overcome with grief, and my sobs sounded like someone else's.
"Give me your beautiful hand! Push like you're urinating, or I'll taste your breasts—
not just lick them, but put them in my mouth and eat them."
Looking at the blood-stained gauze as she lifted the severed arm, she felt it would have been better to die. But the thought of her proud, firm breasts
being torn off and devoured by this demon after death was unbearable.
"Heh...it's coming out...push harder...faster!"
Why must a woman face such a tragic fate? She endured the pain of losing her virginity, her self-pity palpable, and
slowly pulled her hand, stained with her virgin blood, from her vulva.
First came the brightly colored fingernails, then the index, middle, and ring fingers. When she reached the widest part, her lower body was incredibly uncomfortable; the severed
hand felt like it was being inserted into her labia, sticking out—a painful, unsettling feeling.
"Hurry, push, push!"
The demon's encouraging voice was like the death knell of the underworld. Forced by circumstances, she continued the act of holding back urine
, until finally, her hand, soaked in vaginal fluid, saliva, and the blood of her lost virginity, fell to the ground.
"A delicacy!"
The demon grabbed the severed hand and stuffed it into his mouth, watching it devour
it while opening its mouth for me to admire. I'd rather be raped and killed than die like this. Gradually, death ceased to frighten me; instead, it felt like a release
. What I feared most was dying a terrible death. I'd rather have my body dissected and sliced into pieces by a lustful medical student than have this demon's belly
as my grave.
After his feast, the demon cruelly flipped me over, making me lie on the ground like a bitch. His rough movements
caused the wound on my severed arm to hit the ground, the pain piercing my heart and bringing tears to my eyes.
"Ah…"
Pain… so much pain, so much pain… My whole body felt like it was being torn apart. Two hot, hard things, without
any warning, penetrated my labia and anus. The pain, the torment, made me scream wildly, crying my heart
out.
I had dreamed of how wonderful my first time would be, but now it had been taken away by this demon. It was like having
two red-hot iron rods inserted into my vagina and anus, hard and burning. My vulva, never before opened to you, was forcibly
entered by this demon, ravaged mercilessly.
"No...have mercy...stop...it hurts so much, my butt hurts so much..."
I cried out in agony, but the demon seemed even more excited. The louder my pleas and cries, the
harder and fiercer the thrusts. All I could hear were the demon's joyful shouts.
"Whoosh!"
I felt the brutal intruder tremble inside me, a sharp pain in my shoulder, blood flowing from my shoulder and dripping to the ground. I was
bitten hard, the pain causing my whole body to spasm.
I desperately wanted to faint, but I couldn't escape. My vagina and rectum felt hot,
filled with scalding liquid.
Thus began my miserable life as a female slave. The suffering was so terrible; if described as hell, it was like
experiencing the agony of more than ten levels of hell. I lost all dignity and humanity, becoming a soulless body,
awaiting death.
All the male SWAT officers were eventually eaten. The female SWAT officers and my classmate were killed and eaten for resisting, or
were killed due to excessive roughness during rape, and ultimately did not become the minotaur's snacks. Only I, a female classmate, and a female SWAT officer remained.
Sometimes being tortured was still a kind of happiness, even when it caused my anus to tear and hurt for days. Because it was only physical
pain.
What I will never forget is that once the minotaur made me eat its excrement. The foul-smelling feces contained
undigested human hands and eyeballs. Compared to this, being the monster's snack seemed relatively happy. I fought
back desperately, but I still couldn't overcome its brute force. The humiliation after eating it made me doubt whether I was still
human. For a long time, it felt like that stench lingered in my mouth.
The minotaur didn't say anything, but I could see that its body was getting weaker day by day, and its roars during sex
were no longer as pleasurable. Perhaps it was wounded in battle or afflicted by disease. The thought of witnessing its death
brought relief to our resentment, making it all worthwhile—to watch our enemy, who had ruined us, die in agony.
As we reveled in its suffering, this demon seemed to understand our feelings; in fact,
the three survivors made no attempt to hide their joy and triumph. As a final act of torture, it devoured
the female special police officer alive. It told my female classmate that it had secretly filmed all her lewd acts and sent them to all her relatives
and friends, even telling her family, waiting for them to come and take her back. I
was chilled to the bone; I hadn't expected it to be so ruthless and hateful, denying us even the happiness of dying silently here
, forcing us to live and suffer the scorn of the world.
It picked me up, naked except for one arm, and wings sprouted from its back, taking it soaring into the sky. The biting wind and thin air of the high altitude
inflicted another round of physical torture upon me. The policewoman who died in its mouth had her entire body eaten, even dismembered into
hands and feet several times. This could be considered the limit of physical torture. The torture inflicted on the female classmate was psychological. The thought of
all my friends and family finding out about my ordeal in the cave terrified me. I struggled in fear, and
the fate of falling to the ground and turning into a pile of flesh seemed like a relief to me now.
After passing through the clouds, what appeared before me was the largest city in the country. This demon actually flew directly
above the crowd.
The thought of my defiled and lewd body being seen by millions of people was a pain that even the most excruciating blows couldn't
describe.
"You know I'm about to die, you must be very pleased! Hehe, even my death will be a glorious one.
What about you? Hahahaha..."
The chilling, lewd laughter sent shivers down my spine.
What did it want?
A good death is better than a miserable life; this demon was the final torture this demon inflicted on me.
Right in front of millions of people, it hung me from the television station building, where there were four
gigantic televisions, each thirty feet tall, capable of breaking the news censorship and allowing one-tenth of the city, hundreds of thousands of people, to see everything.
"Stop! You...you might as well kill me. Why? You won't even spare me a single claw strike, you
demon!"
"Heh heh! I won't let you die. Because...you're carrying my child."
"Nonsense...nonsense..." Watching the crowd on the street pointing and whispering at me, hanging in mid-air from the TV building, I
, on the verge of a mental breakdown, refused to believe it.
"Miss Fragrance, do you think I let your classmate and you live? It's because you're carrying my
child. Think about how long you've been in the cave..."
I don't know how many shameless and pathetic days I've spent in the cave, but it
's definitely no less than two or three months.
Two or three months?
The thought made my mind feel like it had been bombarded by a nuclear bomb.
"Do you recognize this thing?"
The demon pulled out a specimen of an erect penis. Having seen enough blood, I was no longer afraid,
just disgusted.
"Oh dear! You don't even recognize him? Didn't you bathe with your father when you were little?"
"You... what did you do? It couldn't be... it couldn't be..."
"Exactly! Don't worry, I didn't kill my father-in-law, I just castrated him."
The agonizing, desperate screams were no less devastating than his maniacal laughter that shook the rooftops.
"You can just stick your father's thing in there and ejaculate in front of the whole city!"
After inserting the specimen penis into a motor, this living devil shoved it into my vagina, leaving
me naked and hanging ten meters above the crowd, watching a large group of fans and staff witness my
shameful state.
"You're not human!"
My body, conditioned by this demon, was more sensitive than a normal person's. Gradually, my whole body heated up, and I began to experience sexual responses
.
After the bull-headed demon flew away, it never appeared before my eyes again. Soon after, the thirty-foot-tall television behind me broadcast
my naked body, showing my shameful and
degrading vulva, stained with the genitals of a dead man and covered in a woman's vaginal fluid, to the entire nation via radio.
"No... kill me... why don't you kill me..."
Thinking of the demon inside my womb, with what was most likely my father's genitals inserted into my lower body, my body was
writhing uncontrollably. What had I done in my past life to deserve this?
A minute later, the national broadcast was cut off, but my humiliation was still shown to hundreds of thousands of people in the city through those four holographic televisions
.
If I were simply hanging here, some people might sympathize with me, but a woman with a dead man's genitals inserted into her lower body,
restless and moaning, would only be a despicable slut despised by everyone.
"What a beautiful woman, but so lewd..."
"What a pervert!"
"Slut, how could she do something like this? She must have something going on with that devil, hey! This pervert is
pretty, but she's missing an arm."
Below me, men and women pointed and whispered, mocking, scorning, ridiculing, and lustfully. What I found most unbearable
was the mothers covering their children's eyes, seeing me as something lowly, filthy, and a defilement of their children's pure hearts.
Ten minutes later, the SWAT team arrived, dispersed the crowd, and stormed into the television station.
Why is heaven so unfair? The devil raped and humiliated me, killed so many humans, and yet he
died at the hands of the SWAT team, just as he wished. I, on the other hand, was treated this way,
not even allowed a few laughs from that devil before he died.
I was rescued almost immediately. The male SWAT officers who surrounded me looked at me with lust and contempt.
My once proud and beautiful body was now filthy, lewd, and shameful. Facing hundreds of stares from all around, my face was filled with inexplicable pain
. I was crying, but my vulva was still leaking lewd fluids.
Then several female special police officers came to deal with me. They wore transparent gloves and white coats, looking so neat and tidy. In
contrast, I felt deeply ashamed of my depravity.
Involuntarily, I tried to cover my body with my hands, but they roughly pulled me up.
"What are you covering up, you slut? You filthy devil's slave."
They pulled the hateful penis from my body and disgustedly put it in a transparent plastic bag. Cruelly,
they examined my body in front of dozens of eyes, even inserting their fingers into my vulva and anus.
I even let out a few weak cries as the dead man's penis was removed.
With a look of nausea, I took off the hands that had touched my body and threw them away. They didn't even give me a towel, and
just like that, they transported me naked in a truck used for transporting corpses.
The humiliation inflicted by my companions made me realize that I was no longer the dazzling
campus belle of Jinyin Medical University, but merely a piece of trash used and discarded by a lewd demon.
Afterwards, I suffered several devastating blows, almost as if I were about to die. The shame was so profound that I questioned why
my brain could still function normally, why I hadn't gone mad, or why I hadn't committed suicide!
The penis specimen inserted into my body, after genetic testing, confirmed it was indeed my father's. My family disappeared
and never appeared before me again; I don't know if they were hiding from me or were killed by the Minotaur. The government used me for propaganda
, telling special police and support personnel about the horrors of being captured, demanding that they fight to the death.
The Minotaur had been secretly filming our lewd life in the cave, and even after editing, the footage still terrified people
.
The most agonizing experience was returning to my alma mater, where I was forced to expose myself naked to my classmates for their research.
Those who once admired and loved me so much now treated me worse than dirt, for I had utterly disgraced the school. A once-renowned institution
was tarnished because of me. The mere mention of the school's name conjured images of naked women on television with
a severed male phallus inserted into their genitals.
Under the watchful eyes of special police, I underwent a gynecological examination. At the same time, I requested an abortion.
"Your fetus is not a normal human being. If you are forced to have an abortion, you will die."
"That doesn't matter, let me die!"
"I don't care! The government wants to use your fetus for research. So you must give birth."
Looking back, I don't know how I survived those days. The special police guarding me, my former classmates, and professors all sought
opportunities to rape me. I didn't resist; I even screamed loudly, but I couldn't reach orgasm.
Former female classmates also raped me. It turns out women can rape other women too; they are more
cruel than men. The men who hurt me the most only spat at me after they had their way with me and called me a slut. I was truly despicable, so I
was even happy when I was being insulted. They not only shaved my pubic hair, forced me to have anal sex with a dildo, but even made me drink their
urine. Although I still didn't orgasm, being tortured like that gave me immense pleasure. Later, when they were done playing with me and ignored
me, I was still despicable enough to beg them to torture me again.
Until the baby was born, looking at the monster that had been carried for ten months out of my body, I felt a surge of excitement.
From now on, no one but this monster would respect or love me. I hated this beast, yet I also loved it.
Medically speaking, it was because my body was attracted to the baby's hormones, and even knowing this, I couldn't resist
the temptation called maternal love. In that instant, I wanted to beg the doctor not to take my baby away, even though he was a monster.
In the end, I still got my baby back. On the very day I gave birth to that demon,
demons transformed from humans launched their first full-scale attack on humanity. Although it ended in failure, in that earth-shattering melee,
I managed to bring my son out.
After that, I started working as a prostitute, and my clients weren't limited to humans; even demons would sleep with me as long as they paid. There's
one thing I've never understood: since being taken to the cave, I haven't had a single orgasm, no matter how pleasurable it was, I still couldn't ejaculate.
I also developed a liking for being abused, and it only felt good when the purest and most disgusted people were on me. More than the police, I loved being
tortured by teenage high school girls. Unfortunately, such opportunities were too rare.
Besides being a prostitute, I also worked part-time as an unlicensed doctor, studying medicine while working as a prostitute, which at least earned me
some extra money. I used it to see a psychologist.
The doctor told me that Bai Fenfang became so despicable not only because her body underwent intense and perverse sexual development,
changing her sexual preferences, but also because of her self-blame. Not only could she not avenge herself against the Minotaur, but she had also
lost the object of her hatred.
This made her blame herself for not dying and being violated by the demon, for causing her whole family to disappear and her father to be castrated,
for disgracing the entire school and humanity. To punish herself, Bai Fenfang continued to torture herself. The doctor explained things very professionally,
and Bai Fenfang seemed like a completely different person, making me understand why I had become so despicable and perverted.
Afterwards, the doctor didn't charge me; he brutally raped me, then kicked me naked out of the clinic, saying that this
was the only way to satisfy my perverted psychology. Because Bai Fenfang was already beyond saving.
The Minotaur demon not only transformed my body and ate my left hand, but also turned me from a beautiful
woman admired and loved by everyone into a promiscuous masochist who preyed on high school girls, a slut who even she herself found despicable and shameless
.
The times became even more chaotic; demons gained the upper hand in their war against humanity, and their numbers became the majority. Except for a few
large cities, humans were reduced to food and pets for demons.
A despicable woman like me should have been played with and killed by demons long ago. But my adorable yet detestable son
became a young hero among demons, conquering and expanding his territory. Thanks to his protection, I wasn't eaten
, and occasionally I could find a few high school girls to torture myself.
On the surface, I pursue sexual pleasure, yet I haven't even experienced an orgasm in over a decade. Deep down, I harbor
a profound aversion to sex. From the beginning, it was merely a form of self-degradation through sexual activity.
Maternal love is indeed great, but my son is as terrifying and cruel as his father. In fact, he's even worse,
though more far-sighted and intelligent.
I truly love him, and I also truly hate him. Especially after he raped me,
having committed incest with my monstrous son, can I still call myself human? I'm nothing but a beast, worse than a pig or a dog.
Today, my son's army has advanced to the nation's capital, the last stronghold of human civilization. On the eve of battle,
he raped me, his own mother, in front of millions of eyes on both sides. That enormous penis, so large it tore my uterus, finally
and utterly defiled and possessed me, giving me another orgasm after my last masturbation over a decade ago.
Because I felt particularly good that day, the thought of being tossed about by humanity, of seeing them suffer the same fate as me,
already made me wet.
My son still didn't understand me. He excitedly told me he could sense I was pregnant again, not just with his
child, but also with a beautiful daughter. I knew he had superpowers, but that wasn't what I needed.
What I craved most was for him to tear me apart as a mother, to
shatter the last shred of human dignity hidden deep within me, along with my body. To kill me in the climax of intercourse, to release me from this to end my miserable
later life. I knew he would eventually understand my dream, because although he was half human, the other
half was nothing more than a beast.
**********
...

Wu Xia Ameng: "As Xiao Bie said, writing about beauties with distinct personalities is the first priority. Secondly, it's about
beauties with unique physical characteristics. Therefore, quality is more important than quantity; too much quantity makes it difficult to differentiate each one. Take Huang Yi as an example;
the figures of the beauties he writes about are almost identical, with very little variation. So I plan to study the 'world of two people' in my upcoming
work, creating some variations in physical appearance, scenes, positions, and clothing. I also want to make
breakthroughs in sadomasochism. Therefore, if necessary, I'll even dismember beauties. This new work is to see
how far I can push the boundaries."
Bao Can: "Although this is my first time writing, the taste is quite heavy."
Wu Xia Ameng: "Initially, I considered making it even bloodier, eating off one of the heroine's eyes or a breast, depicting
her fear and the humiliation caused by her disability. Due to space limitations, many parts were rushed; otherwise, writing 40,000 or 50,000
words wouldn't have been difficult."
Nong Yu: "It can be considered a breakthrough. " "This is shocking, such a heavy taste!"
Wu Xia Ameng said, "I've also thought about it. After a beautiful woman commits suicide due to abuse, her body is preserved as a specimen and raped daily
. This would have a conquering effect on other abused women. Partial amputation, I think,
is more terrifying than amputating all four limbs, especially the horror of gradual amputation. One method is to cut a beautiful woman piece by piece starting from her lower limbs
, then burn the wounds and give her blood transfusions to prevent her from bleeding to death. Then play with her severed limbs, rape her
cut vulva, and finally, when only her upper body remains, use her breasts to perform nipple cannons. Burning and dismemberment are more cruel than slow slicing. This is
a method of modification that I've seen in comics. I personally find it cruel and disgusting, but my lower body would react. Another method is to have
beautiful women fight for resources to break their emotional bonds. Like in a women's cultural troupe, the women are very united, but if you sow
discord within them, the combination of mental and physical torture is more terrifying than just physical and humiliation.
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