[Heretical Knight] Chapter 5: The Young Lady Knight

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Late at night, Queen Street.
"123123...Testing complete."
A suppressed voice echoed in the dim corner, low and trembling,
barely audible from a distance.
"...Very clear, ready to proceed, over."
The communicator hidden in his ear always emitted a slight static during the call, making his brain
itch. The dark figure couldn't help but shake his head, muttering a few curses, pulling out a "Lucky
Strike" from his pocket, lighting it with trembling hands, and then stumbling away into the distance.
This slum street had a misleadingly glamorous name. With the New Year approaching, the buildings smeared with graffiti
, the garbage and waste scattered everywhere were all covered under a dirty, messy layer of snow, stretching all the way to the far
end of the street before the narrow entrance to an underground dance hall could be seen, a half-fallen neon
light still flickering faintly.
"Damn this weather, and this damn place!"
Billy trembled as he reached out, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and glared disgustedly at
the faded sign at the dance hall entrance. Only when the red glow of the cigarette caught the attention of two thugs under the light did he
throw the cigarette to the ground, open his leather jacket, and swagger over
.
"Hey, isn't this Billy? Where's the fun going?"
One of the thugs at the door chuckled softly, greeting him familiarly. "Haven't seen you in days,
the girls inside've been missing you."
"Ugh, don't even mention it. Helping the boss out with his shipments, I've been working like a madman for a whole week, and I still haven't recovered..."
Billy grinned, patted the two burly men on the shoulder, and pulled two
black cigars from his pocket, placing them in their hands. "...A new kind from Mexico, try it, I guarantee you
'll make the girl beg for mercy after you smoke it!"
"You're a good buddy, thanks!"
The thug chuckled, stuffing his cigar into his pocket. Then, remembering something, he turned to Billy and said, "The boss
's waiting for you, hurry up and go in."
Seeing Billy's questioning look, the big guy quickly added, "Don't worry, it's good news!"
The dance hall was packed with people, the deafening heavy metal music assaulting their eardrums,
a completely different world from the quiet street outside. Dazzling lasers shone on the surrounding walls, creating a bizarre and surreal effect; the filthy air
was filled with the stench of sweat, cheap perfume, and the foul smell of urine from who-knows-where. The various odors
mixed together, making even Billy, who had been there many times, frown. But
the bodies around him, wildly gyrating to the music, seemed oblivious to all this. Some, even excited, pulled down their pants, lay on the ground
, and started having sex right in front of everyone.
"Hey, Billy!"
A bald, burly man with two tigers tattooed on his arm was sitting at the bar entrance across the street. Seeing
Billy enter, he raised his glass.
"Hey, boss!"
After struggling through the jostling crowd to reach the man, Billy sat down
, catching his breath. He downed a glass of strong liquor in one gulp before speaking, "Boss, why did you call me so soon
? New stock coming in?"
"No, no..."
The bald man, reeking of alcohol, seemed pleased. He wiggled his thick fingers holding the glass,
glancing around as if afraid someone would hear, then leaned close to Billy's ear and whispered, "You did
a great job last time. The boss was very impressed and wants to see you."
"The boss wants to see me?"
Billy's heart skipped a beat, his face displaying a perfect mix of surprise and apprehension. "This,
this... I—" He rubbed his hands excitedly, seemingly at a loss for words.
"Don't worry, kid. As long as you work hard for the boss and me, money and beautiful women will be
plentiful, you can have as much as you want!"
The bald man laughed, slapping Billy's shoulder heavily with his large, fan-like hand as he swayed to his feet.
"Come on, let's go see the boss!"
Although he already knew there was more to the dance hall's underground than met the eye, Billy, entering for the first time, couldn't help but be shocked by its
complexity and vastness.
He had been following the bald man for over ten minutes, yet they were still constantly passing through winding
corridors and rooms of varying sizes. The further they went in, the tighter the security became. The guards gradually
changed from ordinary thugs to soldiers carrying submachine guns. There were cameras everywhere and heavy iron doors. Billy suppressed
his surprise and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, quietly reached out and twisted the pendant hanging from his earlobe at an
angle.
After walking for several more minutes, they arrived at a beige wooden door. The bald man's playful expression vanished
, and he cautiously knocked.
"Come in—" a lazy male voice came from behind the door, sounding somewhat listless.
"Watch your voice. The boss is a very principled person."
The bald man turned to Billy and whispered an order, then seemed to remember something, his expression turning
ferocious. "Remember, you are not allowed to tell anyone about anything you see here. If you break this rule, you
're dead!"
Billy looked terrified and quickly nodded in agreement.
Seeing Billy's obedience, the bald man showed a satisfied expression, breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the door, leading Billy
inside.
Behind the wooden door was a magnificent living room, its luxurious decoration far exceeding Billy's expectations. A complete
set of Bonaparte-era mahogany furniture occupied most of the living room. Crystal tassel chandeliers hung from the ceiling
, and Persian handmade carpets covered the floor. Masterpieces were readily available. Facing the entrance,
next to an antique-style dark red fireplace, a slender young man in his early twenties leaned casually against the sofa
, head down, reading a newspaper. If it weren't for his excessively pale complexion, his original appearance would have been quite...
Handsome.
Approaching the young man, the bald man respectfully lowered his hands and whispered, "Boss, I brought Billy
here."
Seeing the bald man's nearly two-meter-tall frame trembling before the young man, Billy suppressed
his laughter, maintaining a docile expression as he stood behind the bald man, head bowed, while
secretly glancing around the room.
"Hmm..."
the young man responded casually, then fell silent. After a long while, he put down his newspaper on
the coffee table, casually remarking, "You're Billy? Your name's been mentioned a lot lately
... oh?"
The young boss had initially only glanced at Billy, but after meeting Billy's gaze, he couldn't look
away, as if he'd discovered something interesting about him. He looked Billy up and down with great interest,
still not quite satisfied, until Billy felt uneasy. A chill crept up his spine, and
fine beads of sweat appeared on his nose.
A soft "pop" rang out, the crackling of burning charcoal in the fireplace. The young man seemed to be
startled awake, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Billy...
you did a great job competing with that old man Field for the supplies!... Go and collect your deserved reward."
Billy secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was still somewhat confused by his boss's unpredictable attitude,
he could only nod and turn to leave, full of questions.
As the door closed, the young man's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He turned his head and saw the bald man standing to the side
, and couldn't help but feel angry.
"You idiot who only knows how to cause trouble! You can't even pick a good person, all my training for you has been for nothing.
What have you been doing out there?"
Seeing the bald man's hesitant and bewildered expression, the young man sighed and said softly, "That
Billy, he's an undercover agent sent by the Federal Security Service... Our work has already attracted the attention of some people."
"That Billy guy, how dare he lie to me!"
The bald man roared in anger, his face contorted with rage, his basketball-sized fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "
Just a small-time undercover agent, nothing serious... Boss, should I go and take him out?"
"What's in your head? Poop?"
The young boss grabbed a newspaper from the side, about to throw it at him, but seeing the bald man's panicked expression, he
felt it wasn't worth getting angry at this idiot. He rubbed his forehead and lay down on the sofa. After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly said
, "One undercover agent is nothing, even the entire Security Bureau is no match for me… But
who's behind them? Have you ever thought about why the Security Bureau would send someone to investigate a street gang robbing
heroin?"
The bald man frowned, thought for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed in horror, "Ah… could it be that your whereabouts have been
discovered by… Van…?"
The young man remained silent with a gloomy face. After a long while, he shook his head: "Probably not, otherwise they wouldn't
be undercover agents… But we need to prepare as soon as possible…"
"Hehehe...you guys reacted pretty quickly..."
With a crisp, melodious laugh, the living room door slammed open, and a
slender young woman walked in gracefully. Behind her, in the hallway, lay a jumbled mess
of bodyguards' corpses, clearly killed before they even had a chance to use their guns.
"Who?"
"Who are you?"
The young man jumped to his feet, staring intently at the woman before him; the bald man tensed all his
muscles, his mouth gaping open like a massive beast poised to pounce. 　　The
woman before him was no more than twenty years old, with a delicate, ethereal beauty. 　　Her long, straight legs were encased in black knee-high boots 　　, exuding a powerful allure. Seeing their expressions, the girl smiled, reached up and 　　took a small hairpin from her hair, pinning it to her bra: a cross engulfed in silver holy flames. This nightmarish 　　emblem appeared before him, instantly horrifying the young man. 　　 "You...you're a member of the Heretic Knights!" 　　 The last trace of color drained from the young man's face, his eyes filled with despair. 　　 "Aaaaaah—" 　　 The bald man panted heavily, letting out inhuman roars. His massive body 　　swelled up like an inflating balloon, and with a few hissing sounds, his clothes exploded into pieces. 　　The bald man, now a gigantic beast, opened his blood-red eyes, roared, and pounced on the girl, 　　shouting, "Boss, run—" 　　 The girl crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and calmly watched the monster charging towards her with astonishing power 　　. Only when the pair of sharp, dark blue claws reached her eyes did she extend a hand, her slender 　　fingers flicking back, and with a soft slap, she struck the beast's cheek. 　　 "Agh—" 　　 Accompanied by a shrill scream, the bald man's massive, demonized body spun rapidly and 　　crashed through a thick wall with a deafening roar, continuing its flight until it finally stopped after passing through several times, accompanied by 　　the crashing sound of bricks and tiles falling to the ground, raising a cloud of white dust. 　　 "Quite a loyal subordinate." 　　 The girl pursed her lips beautifully, shrugged, and her crystal-clear, captivating eyes refocused on the young man, 　　reciting each word clearly: "Grimbator Momor, a high-ranking demon from the Endless Abyss, specializing 　　in mental power. One of his signature skills is the ability to intercept and decipher the B-waves emitted by the human brain—the so 　　-called Mind Flayer; two years ago, he was discovered by the Inquisition for multiple bloody incidents, but he repeatedly 　　escaped pursuit using his skills, hiding his identity and lying low here... The above information should all be correct, right—"

"Let me introduce myself: Angela Beckinsale, a member of the Knights, ordered to 'handle'
all cases related to Momor."
The demon named Momor chuckled dryly, then sat down, looking at the girl: "It's already
come to this, what else is there to say? The noose or the stake, it's up to you!"
"Heh...trying to deceive people with an obedient facade, secretly waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables?"
The girl named Angela casually crossed her arms behind her back, her high heels clicking on the terrazzo floor as she
swayed gracefully over. "My two former colleagues were careless and
accidentally killed by you, thus escaping, right? If so, they really deserved it."
As she spoke, Angela walked to Momor's side and sat down on the adjacent sofa,
resting her chin on one hand, observing the demon with great interest.
"Why didn't you use your ability? Are you afraid, or are you waiting for the right moment? Like
... when I'm ambushed?"
Before she finished speaking, Angela stretched out her other hand, and without any visible movement,
a section of the floor four or five meters away suddenly cracked open, and a short figure wielding a black dagger sprang out,
twisting and screaming in the air, yet involuntarily flying towards her fingers.
Angela's slender, fair fingers pinched the monster's forehead as if it were nothing more than a light toy. With
a muffled thud, a cloud of blood mist rose into the air, and the monster's head shattered into fragments, scattering everywhere. The
headless body fell to the ground, twitching unconsciously. Throughout, Angela maintained her original posture,
never once glancing at the monster.
"...Seven, eight, nine. There are six more underground outside, and three on the ceiling."
Angela counted softly, smiling slightly at Momo. Her charming smile held
an unspeakable danger in Momo's eyes. "Should we let them retreat on their own, or should I clean them up?"
Momo's expression shifted repeatedly before he finally sighed, "Alright, Miss Angela, what exactly do you need
?"
"Smart man!"
Angela clapped her hands, crossed her shapely legs, and raised her head, saying, "My research
institute is very curious about your abilities and hopes you can cooperate... to be a guest."
"To be a guinea pig..."
Momo muttered to himself, paused for a moment, then looked up at her with a hint of provocation, "What if
I say no?"
"Simple, business is business." Angela shrugged indifferently, a chilling killing intent emanating from her
, enveloping Momo and making him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.
"Hehe..."
Before Momor could answer, Angela suddenly smiled, her chilling murderous aura vanishing instantly.
"To be honest, I've mostly dealt with brute force idiots before. Someone like you, who appears weak
but is ranked among the high-ranking demons, is quite intriguing..."
As she spoke, Angela shifted into an even more vulnerable position, sinking into the sofa, and
said softly in a languid tone, "For example, can you really read other people's minds? I'd love to experience that
..."
With that, Angela pressed a finger to her chest, slowly circling it. Her soft, elastic
breasts were gently pressed into a dent as her finger moved, then quickly
regained their perfect shape with a tremor.
Momor's Adam's apple bobbed; he suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth.
Having spent so much time in the human world and seen countless women, he had developed an extremely discerning eye .
He could spot even the slightest flaw in a woman's appearance or figure within ten seconds
of her standing before him. However, after scanning Angela for several minutes, Momor finally abandoned that idea
and instead focused on her eyes.
"Are you serious, Miss Angela? Well then… I won't be polite."
As he spoke, a vast amount of spiritual energy activated, and Momor's pupils turned a dark silver.
He stared intently at Angela for several minutes before finally stopping, a series of
expressions—surprise, difficulty, relief, and confusion—flashing across his face.
Against a cultivator of Angela's level, such spiritual probing would inevitably be intercepted and detected by her self-protective mechanisms
. Success was only possible with the subject's cooperation, and even then, it required
far more time and effort than with an ordinary person.
Just now, during his initial probing, Momo noticed that Angela had opened her heart completely. Under his full scrutiny
, even the hidden secrets and subconscious depths of her mind were thoroughly examined.
The information he gleaned caused a stir within Momo.
"The strength this girl displayed was only a small fraction of her true power! It seems
all those tactics I set up earlier were meaningless... Hmph, she didn't even prepare a backup plan. Is she that confident in her own power
...? Judging from her past achievements, it's no wonder... What did I just see? This, this... I
never imagined that the only daughter of a super conglomerate would be like this in private... Hmm, in that case, perhaps
..."
Unlike Momo, whose mind was racing with countless thoughts, Angela closed her eyes,
gently stroking her chin with one finger, as if savoring it. After a while, she came back to her senses and nodded with slight appreciation: "
The feeling of having one's memories stirred up... is indeed novel."
"Miss Angela, as you know, I don't possess a powerful physique. My ability to
rise to the ranks of the higher demons in an abyss where strength is everything relies on my decent mental power.
Besides allowing me to peer into others' thoughts, this mental power can also offer you many other things that may interest you..."
Momor paused deliberately before continuing with a slight smile, "For example, it can
give women unprecedented orgasms, so intense that they can even cause their souls to fall directly into oblivion."
" Go to hell..."
"I can't understand what you mean just by talking."
Angela's fingers traced down her chin, neck, and down her shapely chest to her
flat stomach, gently circling her smooth skin. Her voice, filled with deadly allure, was like heavenly
music. "How will you know if you don't try?..."
"Hehehehe... As you wish, Miss Angela."
Seeing this other side of Angela, Momo's courage grew considerably. He leaped from the sofa,
and with a series of popping sounds, his clothes turned to dust, revealing his
naked body.
Although not as muscular as the bald man's, his carefully chosen physique was still
quite lean and well-proportioned by any standard. Two
years ago, with just this appearance and body, countless women had fallen at his feet. Just as
Momor was secretly gloating, he looked up and saw Angela leaning against the sofa, one hand covering her mouth, desperately
trying to suppress a smile. Her pale face flushed slightly, and he immediately became furious.
After a short, obscure incantation, small bumps suddenly appeared on Momor's previously sculpted body
, as if something was wriggling and pushing against his skin,
growing increasingly intense and terrifying.
"Hey!—"
With a low growl, more than a dozen dark figures burst forth from Momor's body, like flying ropes,
sweeping towards Angela with lightning speed. In the lamplight, they were clearly
tentacles as thick as a wrist.
Completely defenseless, Angela was instantly bound by the tentacles, her hands lifted high into the air
. The tentacles, their skin rough and uneven, covered in a sticky, transparent slime and fragments of blood and foam, clung tightly to her body,
sliding back and forth. This nauseating scene, enough to make an ordinary person faint, had no effect on Angela.
Instead, her emerald eyes widened, and she asked with great interest, "Aren't these the tentacles of a lewd beast? How do you
possess abilities of the lewd beast lineage?"
"Don't confuse low-level creatures like lewd beasts with our high-level demons! What they possess
are merely weakened tentacles and a small portion of their abilities."
Having conjured multiple tentacles, Momor revealed his true form: dark blue skin, a ferocious face, and
two sharp fangs protruding from his gaping mouth. Hearing Angela's question, Momor's face
showed disdain and pride. With a gentle flick of two tentacles, he tore off Angela's already barely concealing swimsuit, instantly exposing her perfectly crafted body to the air, 　　laid bare
before him . 　　 "Is it really as you say? I hope you don't disappoint me..." Angela pouted slightly 　　, her face full of doubt. 　　 "Hmph! Don't worry, Miss Angela, you'll get to taste it soon!" 　　 As Momo spoke, Angela's long legs were spread apart, and a thick tentacle, like a 　　spear, pierced into Angela's unlubricated lower body without hesitation, then began to thrust violently 　　. 　　 "Hmm...you really are rough..." 　　 The huge tentacle squeezed into the narrow vulva, forming a noticeable bulge on her flat, smooth abdomen. 　　The rough skin rubbed intensely against the vaginal walls, constantly squeezing the soft inner walls into wrinkles. 　　The pain, unbearable for an ordinary woman, only elicited a sweet moan from Angela. Her coy resistance only 　　fueled Momor's primal instincts. A dark shadow flickered, and several tentacles reached out, parting Angela 　　's round, pert buttocks. One tentacle, still dripping with viscous fluid, aimed at her tightly closed anus and forcefully shoved it 　　inside. Another tentacle, like a vine, coiled around the first one, winding its way upwards, 　　and simultaneously thrust into Angela's vagina. 　　 "Ah...so full...my stomach is...so full..." 　　 Three wrist-thick tentacles moved in and out of her body simultaneously, creating 　　thick, cylindrical thrusts on her lower abdomen. This powerful, pile-dripping force finally aroused Angela. Her mouth was slightly open, 　　she breathed softly, her eyes half-open, a flush of ecstasy rising on her delicate cheeks. 　　 "Deeper... harder... ah... give me more..." 　　 Two tentacles were simultaneously inserted, stretching Angela's lower body to the point of tearing. Her delicate vagina 　　was almost turned inside out during the intense thrusting. Through her labia, spread to their limit, the pink, tender 　　inner walls were clearly visible under the light, contracting violently and rhythmically, in turn gripping the tentacles even 　　tighter. 　　 In contrast to the first two tentacles focused on their piston-like movements, the second tentacle, 　　after squeezing into Angela's anus, continued to wriggle forward. Along its path, the walls of her large intestine were stretched into 　　a thin ring, like sausage casing tightly constricting the tentacles, or like a large, unwieldy 　　penis wearing a small condom. Even the surrounding internal organs were displaced, pushing Angela's abdomen high up 　　, forming a long, undulating mountain range. 　　 "Ah...ah...it's here...it's in my stomach...this feeling...ah...so good!..." 　　 Angela's face was flushed, she gasped for breath, her straight blonde hair flying like a waterfall in the dim light, and 　　strands of vaginal fluid gushed out from her lower body. As the tentacle continued to penetrate deeper, after a 　　violent tremor, Angela suddenly threw her head back and gushed out a large amount of liquid from her mouth with a "whoosh," a 　　reflexive vomiting caused by the tentacle's stimulation, bringing up all her stomach acid. 　　 "...Nothing dirty, she even had an enema before coming, how lewd..." 　　 Coldly watching Angela in her climax, Momor remained expressionless, the tentacle slowly but firmly continuing 　　to push upwards, gradually climbing to the middle of her esophagus, while his heart pounded.

"It's only two centimeters away. If that tentacle stabs to the right... she's not
immortal!"
"...My full-force attack doesn't even reach half the speed of sound. There's no way I can escape her
grasp... If this stab doesn't hit a vital spot, what follows will probably be instantaneous destruction..."
"What's there to be afraid of? The tentacle is inside her, and she's in the throes of orgasm. Can she maintain such a fast reaction
speed?..."
Several thoughts raced through Momor's mind. Within seconds, his palms were already
sweating.
Having discerned Angela's thoughts, he knew very well that Angela was simply playing a game she enjoyed, a
fun and exciting game of cat and mouse. Because of her overwhelming strength, she had never encountered
a truly worthy opponent. From stepping into the death-fighting tournaments of the underworld to joining the Heretic Knights, Angela
had always been pursuing the ultimate thrill. For example, right now, enjoying the thrill, she had placed a chance to turn the tables
before him. But was he confident he could seize it?
The tentacles were tightly wrapped in the narrow, wet esophagus, and through the short distance, one could even clearly feel
the powerful pounding of Angela's heart. Momo closed his eyes, carefully recalling
the combat scenes of Angela he had witnessed in the surveillance footage. He gritted his teeth and finally decided to give up.
"This girl is clever… very clever. The limits she set are indeed a hair's breadth higher than my strength…
though only by a hair's breadth…"
As if to vent his frustration, the tentacles continued their upward movement with increased speed and ferocity,
causing Angela to gag again.
"Hmph… even the best swimmers can drown. This is like a tightrope walk in the air. I don't believe you can
walk this path unscathed forever… There's still a chance… I need a better chance…"
"Splash…"
As the last of the stomach acid was expelled, a tentacle emerged from Angela's wide-open mouth,
swaying in the air. Angela's once slender neck swelled to a thicker circumference, her head
arched back with all her might, her beautiful face flushed red, her chest heaving violently as she tried to inhale the fresh
air blocked by the tentacles.
Watching Angela nearing her climax, Momor opened his mouth, silently uttered a single word, and his entire body trembled violently.
Countless blue arcs of electricity flashed from his body, surging along the long tentacles.
"Ugh...ugh..."
A series of soft crackling sounds rang out as Angela's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing violently, even
her long golden hair fluttering behind her. In that instant, it seemed as if tiny sparks were emanating from her entire body.
With the arrival of her orgasm, Angela's vagina contracted violently, tightly binding the two tentacles inside like a noose
, and a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out. With a soft "plop," a stream of golden liquid
gushed from between her legs, flowing down her already filthy black boots. Angela had lost control of her bladder from the electric shock!
Looking at the dazed Angela, Mormor's face revealed barely suppressed excitement, even his tentacles
trembling slightly. However, after a few seconds, he sighed silently, letting go of her and allowing Angela
's body to fall to the ground.
"To maintain muscle agility and nerve reflexes in this situation, is she even human?... "
Mormor thought dejectedly, "Looks like I need to find a way to deplete her power first..."
Lying in the sewage, Angela coughed violently for a while, spitting out the remaining saliva in her mouth, then
took a deep, satisfying breath before raising her head to look at Mormor.
"Feels really good... Your methods are indeed different from ordinary people..."
Angela said, stretching out two fingers and smiling. "Also, I admire your caution
; it seems I need to reward you a little to make this game more interesting... Hmm,
how about something more intense?"
His heart, shrouded in fear, surged between peaks and valleys, and Momor felt like he was about to suffocate
. Hearing this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine—you said it!"
With that, Momor strode forward, his penis erect and rapidly
thickening and lengthening, its surface even sprouting countless spikes that reflected a glossy black sheen under the light
.
Reaching Angela, Momor unceremoniously lifted her body, turning her back to him, and placed her
legs between his thighs, aiming straight for his penis.
"Ah—"
The enormous penis plunged straight into the end of her vagina, its sharp horns slicing through the tender inner walls, leaving
countless bloody grooves. Bright red blood immediately splattered across the entire shaft, flowing out from the slits. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation,
Angela couldn't help but let out a high-pitched groan, wrapping her arms around Momo's neck. The intense pain
only intensified the contractions of her vagina, tightening them as if trying to snap her in two, giving Momo an unusually
tight and fulfilling feeling.
Momo groaned, gripping her slender waist with both hands, thrusting forward, and then began to pump violently
.
"Ah…oh…it's broken…my body is going to break…"
Each impact sent Angela's toes flying off the ground, her long hair
flying wildly in the air with the rhythm of the thrusts. The penis was much thicker than the previous tentacles, and with each deep penetration, it pushed her
belly high, making it bulge out as if she were pregnant. With each tearing motion of the thorns, the inside of her vagina was
utterly destroyed, and copious amounts of blood flowed down, gradually forming a larger and larger pool on the ground.
"Ah...so good...ah...ha..."
As the blood drained away, Momor began to feel Angela's rhythm slowing,
her moans growing weaker. Sensing this, Momor increased his force,
thrusting his penis deep into her with each stroke, brutally pounding her internal organs through her already ravaged vagina and uterus.
A dull thud was heard. Under the powerful impact, the skin of her abdomen, stretched to its limit, appeared even more translucent
, with even the small spikes clearly visible. Soon, black clots of blood and bits of flesh
fell down Angela's long legs.
"Pfft—"
With another violent thrust from Momoor, Angela's stomach finally gave way, tearing open from the front
, and several pieces of intestine, mangled into a mushy mass, gushed out with a large spray of blood. She hung limply
on Momoor's still-erect penis, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless, her skin deathly pale from blood loss . 　　 "Hmph…" 　　 Momoor reached out and, as if flipping a skewer of roasted meat, turned Angela's body around to face him. He frowned and scrutinized her for a long time before a faint smile finally appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious
/hideous 　　) face. With a flick of her wrist, a 　　concealed Desert Eagle appeared in her hand. The dark muzzle slid across Angela's body, stopping at her 　　high, firm breasts. 　　 "I know Miss Angela's strength hasn't completely dissipated, but I wonder if you, in your current state, 　　can still dodge this shot?" 　　 Angela looked up at him, then extended her still delicate but pale fingers and grasped 　　Momor's right hand holding the gun. With a soft "click," the trigger of the Desert Eagle 　　was pulled to the firing position by Angela's fingers. Then, she gently inserted the gun, along with Momor's hand, 　　into the ruptured gash. The cold barrel traveled through the warm insides, 　　stopping only before reaching his still-beating heart. 　　 "Why don't you try...?" Angela smiled at Momor. 　　 Momor swallowed hard, staring at Angela's frantic actions, unable to utter a single word. 　　 Reason told Angela from her gleaned memories that she had no chance of dodging the shot, but a strong 　　intuition constantly warned her that firing would only lead to her own destruction. A fierce internal struggle raged within Momor, 　　his finger tightening and loosening on the trigger repeatedly, a dozen times before he finally snapped and, with 　　a roar, pulled the trigger hard. 　　 "Damn it, go to hell with you and your damn game! I've had enough!" 　　 A soft "snap" was heard, and Momor's head flew far away. His headless body, strangely, 　　didn't spurt any blood, remaining frozen in place for a moment before collapsing to the ground. Angela, now without support, 　　lay limply on the nearby sofa, her pale face filled with utter boredom. 　　 "The game ended too quickly… not satisfying enough…" 　　 A few minutes later, footsteps sounded, and a figure walked through the collapsed door, 　　letting out a long whistle as soon as he entered—it was Billy, the "undercover agent" from before. 　　 "Such a big scene again... Miss, do you think we're too idle?" 　　 Angela turned her head and glared at him, annoyed. "I've already spoken to the US National Security Agency 　　; they'll handle this." 　　 But Billy clearly wasn't listening. He walked over to Momo lying on the ground, kicked him a couple of times, shook 　　his head, and sighed again. "Another dead one... Miss, next time please leave one alive. If you don't hand over a survivor, 　　I won't be able to explain it to either the research institute or the tribunal." 　　 "I can't be bothered with them..." Angela leaned back on the sofa, looking exhausted. 　　 Seeing Angela's injuries, Billy frowned. "So badly injured...should I take you to the tribunal 　　?" 　　 "No...I'll go back to the research institute for treatment." Angela closed her eyes, her voice growing softer and softer, as if she 　　were about to fall asleep. "I don't want to owe that old spinster a favor..." 　　 Shaking his head helplessly, Billy stepped forward and picked Angela up. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered 　　something and asked with interest, "That shot just now, were you really able to dodge it?" 　　 Angela opened her eyes, her emerald eyes filled with a sly smile. 　　 "What do you think? 　　 "

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