[Lewdness - Registered Exorcist] Chapter 4 New Mission (Part 1)

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May 26, 2010, Singapore.
Before we arrived, we received a notification from the Singapore office that the missing male exorcist had been found.
He wasn't dead.
But he was suffering a fate worse than death.
In fact, the attending physician told us that he didn't have many injuries, but his testicles had been
crushed—for a man, that would probably be worse than just being killed.
"When we found him, he was already like this… He wouldn't say anything." It was
Song Ziwen, the head of the Singapore branch, who patted Ben on the shoulder: "This isn't your fault."
"Yes," Ben said, "Even if you had reported it to those bureaucrats at headquarters from the beginning, they would have passed it on to
the head of the Asian branch, a middle-aged man of about 45, who looked very capable. As he spoke,
he sighed deeply, "I should have asked you directly for help."
Mark patted Ben on the shoulder. That's basically it."
Song Ziwen smiled, but it didn't seem like a smile at all: "Yes. A bunch of bureaucrats."
He patted Mark and Ben heavily on the shoulder with both hands respectively. After walking over, he saw me. Without
a doubt, his gaze lingered on my chest for half a second, but then immediately shifted back to my eyes
. "Thank you for coming, Miracle Yang." He extended his right hand.
I smiled. Perhaps I should say, "It's what I should do"? But I didn't, and I didn't shake his hand.
I hugged him. I could feel his whole body stiffen for a moment when my firm breasts pressed against his chest through two thin layers of clothing
. But he quickly recovered. He gently
wrapped his arms around my back—a polite hug.
"I won't let them go," I whispered in his ear.
"Chengcheng! Me too!" After seeing Song Ziwen off, Mark immediately yelled and rushed over with open arms
.
I kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying.
Ben let out an "Ooh—" over there, clearly having seen the view under my bare skirt.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"The patient's current physical condition may not be able to withstand too much psychological stress, and I think I have to
remind you of this." The beautiful female doctor with gold-rimmed glasses on her nose spoke sternly and meticulously. However,
it must be admitted that even hidden under her long white coat, her figure was incredibly alluring. Even
I couldn't help but glance a few more times at her ample breasts, which were at least 36E.
Five seconds later, the beautiful doctor fled in panic.
The three of us burst into laughter.
"Here's what we'll do. I'll conduct the questioning here, Mark will go and investigate the scene, and Ben will go to the Singapore branch to assist Song
Ziwen in checking recent case files to see if there's any more information." Mark was a good operative,
but expecting him to be in charge of an entire operation was absolutely impossible—this had
been a consensus within the team for a long time. So I directly ignored the fact that he was now the team leader and assigned tasks.
"Roger!" "Okay." —Good, both of them were very cooperative.
Then I closed the door to the intensive care unit.
"Perhaps I can't understand how you can still laugh so happily after witnessing so much darkness
." A slightly hoarse voice echoed in the ward. Since it didn't belong to me, it must have come from the
person lying in the hospital bed.
I walked to the bedside and looked at him.
It was a young and pale face, shrouded in a faint gloom. I could see that his gaze
had been fixed on my chest, but his eyes were empty.
"Do you know me?" I asked him.
He swallowed hard, exhaled through his nose, closed his eyes for a moment, and then spoke: "
Yang of Miracles. Everyone says that you, along with Dr. Qin Qi, the 'Wind Whisperer,' Melanie Hilton, the
Level 4 Exorcist, and Lady Aoi Bukong, the 'Purple Eyes,' are considered the best exorcists in the world."
Uh... why haven't I heard of any of these? "Cough cough..." I coughed twice, paused, "
...Have you heard that I was once captured by the Black Mountain Gang?"
He looked at me blankly. Clearly, this was a closely guarded secret even within the Cultivator Guild.
I smiled, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "Don't tell anyone. They grabbed
me, dragged me around, and raped me, one after another. They fucked my pussy, my ass, and shoved their penises into my mouth. Do you know
how I survived? By eating their semen. They ejaculated all over me. I licked it bit by bit so
I wouldn't starve."
My smile, reflected in his eyes, was somewhat chilling. His face twitched
several times, and he said, "...Is it true?"
I nodded. "Of those people you mentioned, I only know one. That 'Wind Whisperer'
Dr. Qin Qi. He was the one who gave me psychological counseling after I was gang-raped. He even abused his position to make me feel like I was dying!" He
forced a not-so-good smile from the corner of his mouth on the hospital bed. "I've met Dr. Qin Qi too... He
's a good person."
I shrugged; it seemed everyone said he was a good person. But would a good person take advantage of a vulnerable
girl's vulnerability, exploiting her trust to utterly violate her body and soul?
"What's your name?" I asked the man on the hospital bed.
"Deng Xiaoxian," he replied.
"A very good name. Your parents must love you very much." I sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand,
and placed it on my thigh. I could clearly feel his fingers stiffen slightly, trying to pull away. I smiled and
pressed his palm against my thigh.
I glanced at his lower body, covered by a white sheet. I asked him, "Perhaps this is a bit presumptuous. Will you
never be able to get an erection again?"
He smiled blankly, "Yes. That's what the doctor said. From now on, I'll be a eunuch."
I smiled and brought my mouth close to his ear again, "That's the second thing I want to tell you
."
I was wearing a light blue dress, held up by just two thin straps. I checked
the curtains and door curtains to make sure they were closed. Then I jumped down, stood up straight,
hooked one strap with each index finger, and gently pulled it to the side. With a slight jerk of my shoulders, and before Deng Xiaoxian's eyes widened in shock
, the entire dress fell to my ankles. And underneath, of course, there was nothing.
I was visibly a little red-faced, but that didn't matter. I pulled one leg out, then
hooked the other to retrieve the dress. I looked at Deng Xiaoxian; his eyes slowly shifted from shock to
a complex expression.
But at least it wasn't that chilling emptiness anymore.
I remembered that philosophical saying: the two things that can most deeply move people are
the starry sky above us and sex.
Sex, of course, includes, and is far more than, the insertion of a penis into a vagina. Stepping out in the morning and spotting
a dreamy girl or a dashing gentleman can absolutely brighten your entire day. That
's the magic of sex.
I tossed the dress onto the bedside table. Looking up at Deng Xiaoxian, I placed my hands on the edge of the bed, leaned
forward, and asked him, "Does it look good?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Deng Xiaoxian's face. He didn't answer my question, but he couldn't hide swallowing hard
.
I stared into his eyes. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, trying to look away. But I held it firmly
. And then, miraculously, I saw a trace of fear in his eyes…
and I smiled. I grabbed his hand, the same one I had placed on my thigh before, and this time
I pressed it against my chest.
Clearly, his hand was not only stiff but also trembling.
I stared intently into his eyes, as if I wanted to pierce through them with my gaze. If you've ever been stared
at like that, you know what it feels like. Even without any hostility, it's absolutely terrifying. And
that's just the gaze of an ordinary person; the gaze of a powerful exorcist is equivalent to being the center of attention
.
His hands trembled even more, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After a few more seconds, I smiled slightly and blinked. In an instant, the tangible pressure
vanished with the wind. I exhaled softly. He, on the other hand, exhaled a heavy breath.
He abruptly pulled his hand back and placed it on his chest. But judging from his expression, he seemed unsure of
where to put it.
I continued to look at him with a grin. I felt that my smile had a slightly wicked meaning. I felt
like a weird uncle trying to seduce a little girl to look at goldfish after the genders were reversed.
I slightly parted my legs and touched my vulva between my legs with my fingers. It was a little wet and slippery, and
a little bit of vaginal fluid had already seeped out of the vaginal opening.
I sat on the edge of the bed again, then turned around, one leg on the bedside table and the other
on the raised bed frame, my legs wide apart, my fully exposed vulva facing his face
.
I could feel his gaze trembling, but he didn't look away.
I took his hand again; this time the stiffness wasn't as pronounced, but it
was still very unnatural. I bent his four fingers (excluding his index finger) and slowly guided the tip of his index finger
to the entrance of my vulva.
This time his hand didn't tremble.
I held his hand and helped him insert his fingertip a little into my vulva, about a knuckle.
Undoubtedly, without my own control, the tender flesh of my vulva immediately tightened, gripping his inserted
fingertip.
An absolutely strange sensation surged from my vulva all the way to my heart, almost giving me goosebumps
.
I blew a deep breath. Slowly, I released his hand. His hand visibly trembled, but this
time he didn't pull it back.
Good.
I crossed my arms, each grabbing one of my breasts, and took a deep breath. Maintaining
my position with my hands on my breasts and legs spread, I said to him, "Go in a little more."
"Use your fingers, forcefully, insert them into my vagina."
"Harder, insert them!"
"Insert them inside my vagina!"
I looked into his eyes, saying each word clearly. With each word, his hand trembled slightly,
and he would apply a little more force, pushing it a little deeper into my vagina. Until his entire finger was inside
.
There's no way to describe the feeling. I gasped for breath, looking at his face. It was strange; inserting his
fingers into the vagina of a naked beauty—
an act so obscene it would make any man's blood boil—seemed to cause him immense pain, his facial muscles trembling and contorting
.
I stared into his eyes, preventing them from blinking. I guided his gaze with my eyes, slowly
drawing it to my breasts. There, I cupped my breasts with both hands, flicking
my nipples with my index fingers.
Up and down.
I could see his eyes subtly but noticeably moving back and forth with my movements
.
It was time.
I stopped what I was doing, still supporting my breasts, and slowly said to him in a soft but undeniably
penetrating voice, "Back then, they captured me. You know, they hated me,
so they tortured me horribly. They stuck copper wire into my nipples, one on each side, and electrified
me."
"When they (the monks' guild) found me, almost half of my breasts were
charred."
"And my pussy. You can totally imagine how they ravaged me. You know what?
Those disgusting, sticky demons, their dicks were this big." I gestured with my fingers, making a
circle the size of a bowl, "They just kept pounding into my pussy like that."
"When I was sent to the hospital like you, all my holes were fucked raw."
I pulled his finger out of my pussy. His finger was covered in my juices. I put
his finger in my mouth and ate my juices—it must have looked incredibly lewd.
But his pupils were dilated and empty, as if he were in a daze, not understanding anything
.
I shifted back to my original position, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, one elbow propped on the bed, leaning
close to his face. "I don't doubt the doctor's professionalism and ethics. However, they only deal
with ordinary people. We are exorcists, not ordinary people. My body is still beautiful, isn't it?
You just tried it yourself, my pussy, isn't it very tight?" I tried my best to make my voice softer
and more penetrating.
His facial expression had completely calmed down, but although his eyes gradually regained strength, they seemed completely
unfocused. Soon, I noticed that his gaze began to tremble again.
"Deng Xiaoxian!" I suddenly called his name.
This ancient and simple "soul-summoning spell" circulating in this Chinese village effectively brought
a glimmer of light to his eyes, but this light was very weak and unstable. I couldn't just do nothing and wait
for him to "return to his senses." If the light in his eyes also completely disappeared, all my previous efforts would have been in vain!
I amplified my willpower, conveying it directly through eye contact.
"Deng Xiaoxian!" I called out his name again, this time imbuing my voice with a concentrated, unwavering
willpower, instantly brightening his eyes.
But this brightening wasn't necessarily a good thing. You've surely heard of a
final burst of lucidity before death; this sudden clarity, triggered by my forceful willpower, manifested in Deng Xiaoxian's mind
.
I only had one chance.
So, almost without thinking, I forced out five more words with my willpower: "Do you want to fuck me?"
This time, Deng Xiaoxian visibly trembled, his eyes instantly becoming unfocused and chaotic
.
"You, want, to, fuck, me,?" I slowly repeated.
This time, his face began to twitch slightly again, the unfocused and unfocused gaze becoming even more
pronounced. He desperately tried to avert his gaze from my contemptuous look. But I held him firmly.
I placed his hand on my chest again. This time, he grabbed my breast directly.
I exhaled, slowly bringing my face closer to his, and gently coaxed him in a soft voice, "You
're a man. Men who see a wanton little girl like me all want to hold me down and fuck me hard. Don't they?"
"You want to fuck me. Don't you, man?"
"Tell me... do you want to fuck me? Man!"
"You, want, not, want, to, fuck, me?" I forced each word, wrapped in my willpower, directly
into his mind.
Clearly, his unfocused gaze began to slowly focus.
My eyes, reflected in his, grew brighter and brighter. And his eyes grew brighter and brighter too.
Finally, he spoke. Slowly, and a little hoarse, but without any hesitation—"I...
want... to... fuck..."
With only one word left, his voice suddenly stopped. To my utter astonishment, he simply
tilted his head, fell onto the pillow, and passed out!
"Damn it!" I slammed my fist on the bedside table, making a loud "thud.
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