Hatred of the aristocratic families

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The world loved our little town on the Black Sea. In summer, the enchanting sunshine, thin sea mist, and deep blue waters drew waves of tourists to this place nestled between mountains and sea, with its stone castles, Gothic churches, cobblestone streets, and butter-chocolate blonde women. Now, the sunsets and evening glows remain, but the streets are no longer our streets.

On the mountains, behind the chimneys of every house, Serbs in camouflage uniforms the color of withered leaves, long guns in hand, shoot every pedestrian on the main street, sparing no child. No one strolls the streets anymore.

I first felt the fragility of life on a brilliant evening, when the sea mist began to drift sparsely into the streets, but the distant sea and sky were ablaze with color. My best friend, Kailin, and I were walking through the alleyways—we could no longer walk on the main streets after school. Ahead, a group of people were busily gathered together, doing something. We instinctively felt something was wrong.

We pushed through the crowd, and lying on the ground was Dai Mei, Kailin's older sister. Dai Mei's golden hair cascaded to the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, her long-lashed eyes tightly shut, her body contorted, lying face up. She wore a navy blue tank top and white shorts, tightly binding her full, firm hips.

A horrible small bullet hole pierced the fullest part of her left breast, from which blood gushed. Beside her, a basket of bread lay overturned. "Dai Mei!" Kai Ling cried out and rushed over. I stood there, stunned. Dai Mei, so lively and vibrant, always full of energy, the Dai Mei whose silvery laughter could be heard even before I arrived—was she really dead?

Eighteen-year-old Dai Mei was my sister Hai Na's best friend. The two girls in their family were a striking pair of beauties. They both had long golden hair, slender waists, and strong, fair legs. A few days ago was Kailin's 16th birthday, and my good friends from Suxi Girls' School threw her a birthday party at her house. The house was filled with the chatter and laughter of a group of young girls, almost making the house collapse.

Kailin led me into Daimei's room: "Come on, let's see Daimei's secret!" She opened a closet, revealing many different colored lace full-body lingerie pieces—the very sexy kind. We couldn't help but chuckle.

"Want to try them on?" My friends and I had browsed the Victoria's Secret store in town before, and of course we'd seen such exquisite lingerie, but we'd never considered buying them. Firstly, they were too expensive, and secondly, we all thought they were adult clothes—beautiful, but not suitable for little girls like us. But now, with Kailin's encouragement, I couldn't help but feel a little eager to try them on.

Kailin and I started taking off our clothes. Kailin quickly stripped naked, and when she saw that I was only wearing a bra and panties, she laughed and exclaimed, "Hey, take it all off! It's a set!" I then took a closer look at Kailin.

I had never looked at her so closely before. Her blonde hair was loosely tied back with a white scarf. She had arched eyebrows, a high nose, watery eyes, a bright mouth, and a pretty oval face. Her breasts weren't high, but they were heavy, with only small pink nipples. Her waist was incredibly slender, measuring 21 cm, two sizes smaller than mine. It was hard to imagine how she could support her robust body.

Having danced ballet regularly, she had a long, curved back and hips, and strong, slender legs. In the dim, soft light, the tuft of golden down below her flat stomach appeared sparse. Kailin blushed slightly: "Why are you looking at me? Haven't you ever seen a girl naked before?"

Just as she finished undressing, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and someone rushed in. "Ouch!" Kailin and I screamed simultaneously, pulling the blanket up to cover ourselves.

It was Dai Mei. "Oh, you stole my clothes!" We breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to ourselves.

Dai Mei's personality was completely different from Kailin's. Kailin was a quiet girl, every movement like a lady; but Dai Mei was lively and cheerful, full of youthful energy. She was the captain of the school's cheerleading team and also the captain of the volleyball team.

She immediately yanked off my blanket: "Wow! Olivia, haven't seen you in days, how come you have such a great figure? Hey, you don't even need a bra! I'm so envious!"

I blushed and said, "Dai Mei, don't be sarcastic, okay?"

"Hey, who are you trying to seduce by wearing my clothes?" Dai Mei's words were anything but merciful.

"So, you have so many beautiful and sexy lingerie, who are you going to wear them for?" Being a good friend, Kailin naturally helped me.

"Alright, alright, let's have a fashion show!" Dai Mei simply took out all the lace lingerie from her wardrobe. Kailin and I chose our favorites and started putting them on, while Dai Mei had already taken her clothes off. Although we were both girls, we were still stunned by Dai Mei's dazzling beauty.

She tossed her long blonde hair back and struck a graceful stretching pose. Dai Mei was like a Greek jade statue, her soft curves extending from her long neck to her heels. She was already a fully developed young woman; long, thick golden pubic hair completely covered her lower body, with only two smooth bikini lines shaved along the edge of her labia.

Her hips were fuller, and her legs were more robust. Her breasts were similar in size to Kailin's, but the peaks were higher and the nipples larger. The only thing she couldn't match was my 19-year-old sister, Haina, was her lack of a deep cleavage. She was a little taller than us, so her legs were longer and more attractive.

The three of us put on those lace lingerie and posed like real models. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there was a girl with a long, thick braid, a long, white neck, curved black eyebrows, rounded shoulders, a narrow, sturdy waist, full, round buttocks, and rounded breasts with cone-shaped protrusions. The areolas were pink, and the pink nipples were like small pearls. I thought my figure was really no worse than Kailin's and Dai Mei's!

We laughed and joked as we put on and took off our clothes until our friends came to find their hosts.

That night, Dai Mei's voice and laughter seemed to still be in my mind: she said that on her wedding night she would wear that pink backless halter top with transparent floral patterns, which could be lifted from the hem of her lace skirt and taken off over her head.

We even laughed at her for just dumping her boyfriend and dreaming of getting married! Little did we know she'd never be able to marry. That damned Serbian bullet, piercing her left breast, ended the life of this beautiful, vibrant young girl, like a flower in full bloom! How cruel!

That night, I cried all night, unable to sleep. The bullet hole in Dai Mei's chest kept flashing before my eyes. I was furious: Why shoot even girls? Why shoot a girl's breast?

I know this question is stupid; of course, when shooting, you aim for the chest, regardless of gender. But what can we girls do when our breasts are the most sensitive part

of a woman's body? I just hope there will never be war, that I'll never see another girl 's breast pierced by a bullet !

********** ...

She was in a dead-end corner of a cliff, surrounded by four churches. The bullets of the Serbian snipers couldn't reach the school, and mortar shells could only hit the granite walls, leaving white dots.

Su Xi was our world. It was the only place in the city where I could laugh freely. My best friends, Kelly, Roger, Winnie, and Cindy, spent many happy times with me. The best part of school was reading. Reading allowed me to escape the gunfire and forget the dangers around me.

Days passed, and the Serbian army's power grew stronger. Our small town had become undefended; the Serbian army could come and go as they pleased, while the UN forces were no different from mannequins in a shop—utterly incapable of protecting us. The Serbian army could arrest people at will, and disappearances were frequent. They even extended their reach to schools; over two hundred boys were abducted from the high school in the town center.

Rumors circulated that they were committing genocide, dragging men into the mountains to kill them; others optimistically believed they were simply being forced to build fortifications for the Serbian army. We dared not go out alone anymore, and the frequency of buying necessities was reduced to a minimum. Fortunately, UN aid still arrived regularly, and with the arrival of summer, we no longer had to worry about fuel and heating. However, the Serbian army was not about to let us go.

Finally, they decided to move our Suxi Girls' School to the church in the town center; they intended to station troops at our school.

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...

"We can't let them occupy our school!" Haina gritted her teeth.

A silence fell. Everyone knew that losing Suxi meant losing freedom, losing joy. But how could we defend our school?

Haina proposed a surprising plan: after the Serbian army moved in, we would ambush them every night, instilling fear in them until they retreated.

"I've found out; they're using Suxi as a lookout post and warehouse. Only one squad guards it at night, and only three people patrol the campus each time. We can handle them!"

"How?"

"I know there's an armory in the basement of Suxi. No one's been managing it since the government troops left. We can steal guns there."

We all trusted Haina because her ex-boyfriend was a military officer. We also knew that with guns, we weren't afraid of the Serbian army. We'd all undergone military training; although we hadn't actually been on the battlefield, using weapons wasn't a problem. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone us humans. Girls are no less capable than boys.

Luo Zhi was very meticulous: "How do we retreat after the ambush?"

"Don't worry, there's a secret passage in the storage room behind the priest's room in the east building, leading directly to the air-raid shelter of the Catholic Church in the city center."

"Great! We can meet at the air-raid shelter first, and then come here! Our families definitely won't suspect anything!" People in the city often spent the night in

the

Catholic Church's air-raid shelter because the Serbian army would fire sniper cannons at night, and if they hit our houses, we'd be in big trouble. We were all overjoyed to hear this. "Everyone must keep this a secret, absolutely no leaks!" ********** ...

We'd arranged the ambush positions: Hena would guard the attic of the east building, I'd be at the bottom of a rickety staircase, Roger would be by the sink outside the dining room, Winnie would be in the latrine of the gymnastics room, and Cindy and Kelly would be at the two windows of the east building's gatehouse. We'd all tested it; everyone could run back to the priest's room and retreat within a minute. The operation went

surprisingly

smoothly. The Serbian army never dreamed someone would attack them from within their own camp. I leaned against a stone pillar on the rickety staircase, a stone block supporting my rifle. I gripped the buttocks tightly with both hands until my palms were sweating. The dim streetlights illuminated three figures in tattered, leaf-colored uniforms approaching. My shoulders pressed firmly against the buttocks, I repeatedly checked the safety, and kept reciting the mantra of "three points forming a line."

When the three Serbian soldiers reached the courtyard, I aimed at the first one and pulled the trigger. He fell instantly. The other two reacted quickly, firing a burst of bullets at me, some hitting rotten wood above my head, covering me in sawdust. My heart was pounding. I had killed someone! I suddenly felt nauseous. Luckily, it was dark, so I couldn't see their blood. Karen and Cindy's crossfire quickly took them out.

The gunfire alerted the Serbian soldiers downstairs in the west building. They rushed out, but Roche and Winnie's fire immediately blocked the entrance. Two Serbian soldiers fell, and several more rushed out. I fired at them, but I was too nervous and missed. A loud gunshot rang out overhead. It was Heina. She took down two Serbian soldiers in an instant.

I fired wildly in the direction of the Serbian soldiers, finally taking one down. The one running back charged into the combined fire of Roche, Winnie, Karen, and Cindy, taking several bullets before collapsing to the ground, motionless. We immediately rushed back to the priest's room and withdrew from the battle.

The next day, the Serbian troops searched Suxi Girls' School thoroughly, but found nothing. They suspected the guerrillas had entered through the back gate near the confessional, so they set up guards there and locked the gate.

The people in the town quickly learned that the Serbian troops had suffered a loss, and everyone suppressed their laughter as they spread the news. In reality, only two Serbian soldiers were killed that night, and seven or eight were wounded, but the rumors spread that more than a dozen were killed.

We didn't go to Suxi for several days; we wanted to wait until the Serbian troops were less vigilant before ambushing them.

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...

She put on a pair of black tights, and then a pair of dark blue denim shorts.

I watched her get dressed, and I always just picked out her clothes, except for my bra. She wore a 38C, but I only wore a 34D. Now she was wearing a backless bra, the kind you only wear to the gym, the kind with clasps in the front. It made her breasts look even firmer and higher. Her outer garment was a gray tank top, which accentuated her slender waist and long, beautiful legs. She tied her cascading black hair into a ponytail, and she was all dressed.

While my sister was changing, I was also getting ready. I stripped off all my clothes at once and put on my new lace panties—the first lace bra I ever bought for myself. It felt so good and comfortable. It didn't have that tight feeling of cotton panties. I wore thicker gray stockings. My shorts were still those denim shorts, quite short, making my legs look almost as long as henna.

I wore a corduroy purplish-red tank top, and because it was so tight, I figured I didn't need a bra, since my breasts were already quite firm and perky. The tank tops worn by young girls naturally have some support for the breasts. I jumped a few times, and my chest didn't bounce around too much, which I was satisfied with. I really dislike those suspender bras designed for young girls; they try so hard to lift up the breasts, making them very uncomfortable.

Haina teased, "Hehe, be careful to protect your lace, don't let bullets hit

you!" "Get lost! Shameless! Do bullets hit the groin?"

"Hard to say, why don't you wear a bra? Are you showing off your breasts to be shot?"

"Your mouth is truly awful! Does wearing a bra make you impervious to bullets?"

Haina has always loved teasing me since we were little, but she's actually very good to me. I ask her for advice on any difficult questions, especially girls' secrets. Then, another question came to mind: "Henna, what does it feel like to be shot in the breast?"

"Pain! It feels like I'm going to die! How can I not die if I'm shot in the chest?"

"I know, but... wouldn't it be... very uncomfortable?" I asked this question because I had once been hit in the breast by a soccer ball on the field, which caused a strange discomfort and pain, and that feeling was really unpleasant.

“I’ve never been hit, how would I know? But medically speaking, the consequences of a bullet to the chest are the same for both men and women. If the heart isn’t damaged, pneumothorax will occur, leading to shortness of breath, vomiting blood, and then suffocation. If the heart is damaged, the process is shorter, and death is quicker. A girl is slightly different because her breasts might absorb some of the bullet’s impact, reducing the damage to her heart, so she might suffer a little longer than a boy. Plus, girls are naturally more pain-tolerant and resilient than boys, so they die more slowly. So, if you want to kill me, it would be best to volley bullets into my chest; one painful moment, and I’d be dead instantly—quick and painless. Someone like Dai Mei would be in a terrible situation.” Mentioning Dai Mei, Hai Na’s eyes reddened.

A while later, her friends arrived. Kai Ling wore a school team t-shirt, loosely tucked into a red denim shorts belt, her hair tied back with a yellow ribbon, her small ponytail bouncing. Cindy wore orange Miki women's shorts and a dark t-shirt. Rosie's black hair was tied back with a purple ribbon; she wore a short-sleeved sweatshirt, culottes, and dark tights. Winnie wore two thin braids, a shirt, and a short-sleeved sundress.

Everyone stared at her: "Hey, Winnie, going dancing? I told you not to wear a skirt!"

"It's special today! I'm all covered up, shorts look awful!" Winnie said helplessly, adjusting her sundress.

"Okay, stop talking." Heina, being the older sister, put her arm around Winnie's shoulder: "Is it tough? Maybe you shouldn't go tonight."

"It's okay, it's just that the domestic sanitary napkins are too loose." "Try mine." Heina gave her a pack of Always Little Wings: "These are for teenage girls, don't buy the adult kind next time."

"You're so kind!" Winnie gratefully hugged Heina and went to the bathroom.

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...

But they were getting close to Rosie. I hoped she wouldn't fire. Let's run back to the priest's building together; together we'll be stronger! I really regretted not bringing a communication device.

Rosie and Winnie had no idea how many Serbian soldiers were coming!

Rosie was an ordinary girl. There weren't many girls with black hair at our school, and since Rosie was in my class, we naturally became good friends. Rosie wasn't as pretty as me; she had a few freckles, but her figure was just as good as mine—very fit. I loved taking pictures with her because it made me look prettier.

Rosie didn't care at all and proudly showed them off to everyone: "Isn't my friend pretty?" Her family were Muslim, but she had a surname that sounded Jewish. She was the smartest student in the class and my tutor. When I didn't understand something in my homework, I got the answer from her faster than from the teacher. Rosie wasn't very active; she had such a great figure because I dragged her to exercise—to the gym, to the swimming pool.

After the war, we couldn't run in the streets anymore, but I still dragged her to the indoor swimming pool. When we first became good friends, she was worried about her flat chest, but after exercising for a while, and having Haina alter her t-shirt to narrow her waist, hey, her small breasts quickly swelled up like mushrooms in spring!

A burst of gunfire rang out, one Serbian soldier fell, and the others immediately lay down.

"Roche! Why did you shoot?!" On the other side, Winnie's gunfire also rang out. She didn't see how many Serbian soldiers there were, and she hit one too. Some of the lying Serbian soldiers returned fire, while others jumped up and rushed towards Roche. I saw Roche in danger, and she fired a burst at the Serbian soldiers, taking down one, then another. A machine gun opened fire in my direction, preventing me from showing my head.

But through the stone pillar's eye, I saw Roche stand up and desperately fire at the machine gun. The machine gun fell silent, and a searchlight in the yard illuminated Roche's area. I saw a few splatters of blood on Luo Zhi's firm, slightly protruding chest. "Ouch!" Luo Zhi screamed.

I almost cried out as well: "Luo Zhi! Luo Zhi's been shot!"

She stiffened, clutched her chest, staggered back two steps, bent backward in a graceful arc, dropped her gun, her legs gave way, she knelt, and then collapsed to the ground sideways. Ah! My heart sank, my spirits plummeted. Luo Zhi was dead! How could this be!

The Serbian soldiers surrounded her. No, I had to warn Haina and the others; we'd fallen into a trap, they were prepared! I immediately ran towards the east building, but as soon as I pushed open the door, I saw several Serbian soldiers in the corridor! I immediately turned back, lifted the wooden planks, and went downstairs. The Serbian soldiers ran over my head, not finding me. A burst of gunfire erupted from the east building; Haina, Cindy, and Karen had all encountered the Serbian soldiers.

I ran towards Winnie.

Winnie was a charming and shy girl. She was my neighbor; both her parents were doctors, and we'd played together since we were little. Although Winnie was petite, she knew more about relationships than anyone else. Once, a few of us were having a pajama party in the attic. As we talked, we started discussing things that made us blush.

"Do you know how babies come about?" she asked us with a charming smile.

"They're delivered by cranes, aren't they?" Cindy said.

"I know," Karen said, "Boys and girls sleep together and they have babies!"

Roger tossed his hair: "No, you have to grow up, then get married, then have sex, and then you'll have a baby!" After all, she was a talented woman, and she knew quite a bit.

"What is love?" Winnie pressed on.

"How embarrassing, who knows!" I felt my face turn red.

"Let me tell you, when a boy has sex..."

"Really??" Although we had all taken sex education classes, the teacher never really taught the chapter on the reproductive system, and we were too embarrassed to listen carefully. None of us knew what would happen between men and women.

Then, Winnie started talking to us about foreplay, lubrication, the G-spot, orgasm, and other mysterious, distant, and heart-pounding topics.

"Do you know where the clitoris is?"

We had all learned the term, but we had never connected it to our own bodies. Winnie told us all to take off our underwear. Although we were all girls, we were still shy. But Winnie boldly took off her underwear and spread her legs.

Her genitals were covered by a dense layer of brown pubic hair. She used her fingers to separate her labia: "This is it."

We imitated her and explored. Growing up, I had never explored my own genitals before, never cared about their structure. This time, I finally understood a little.

"Don't touch it too often, it will feel very good, and then you'll get addicted. After you get married, you won't find sex enjoyable anymore!" Winnie warned.

I turned around and accidentally noticed that Rosie's pubic hair was also black, just like mine, but much thicker and longer. After that night, we were even closer.

I ran to the hidden door next to the gymnastics room and froze. The gymnastics room was brightly lit, and there was a group of soldiers inside. Winnie was tied to the uneven bars with her hands behind her back. Her pointed, protruding breasts heaved. A bearded man lewdly reached out and groped Winnie's breasts.

Winnie screamed and cursed, suddenly kicking him in the groin. The bearded man cried out in pain and squatted down. Another Serbian soldier immediately spread Winnie's legs and tied them together. The bearded man grinned maliciously and lifted Winnie's skirt.

"No!" I closed my eyes in anguish.

The stockings were ripped off, revealing Winnie's dazzlingly white legs. She was wearing pink panties, the crotch bulging. The bearded man's hand moved up her legs, and Winnie struggled and screamed desperately. I knew that if I jumped out, my fate would be the same.

The bearded man's hand touched Winnie's crotch: "Damn it!" This filthy man had discovered the girl's secret.

He stepped back, discussed something with some Serbian soldiers, and then they all burst into laughter.

The bearded man squatted on the ground, while another Serbian soldier lifted Winnie's skirt. The bearded man aimed his gun at Winnie's groin.

"My God! They actually did this!" I was stunned, unable to believe my eyes!

Winnie understood what they were going to do. She tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.

I silently cried out, "Winnie! Struggle! Why aren't you moving? Why are you standing there letting them shoot you in the groin? Winnie!"

But Winnie didn't move, didn't struggle.

"Bang! Bang!" The gunshot rang out!

"Ouch! Oh my god!" Winnie screamed. The bullet pierced her genitals, and a burst of blood erupted from Winnie's pink panties, flowing down her long, white legs. A lot of blood gushed out; I knew what it was. It was gushing!

Winnie struggled, writhing, when suddenly a strange expression appeared on her face—a mixture of pain and pleasure. She struggled and convulsed in shame until her legs stopped writhing and stiffened.

I trembled, unable to believe that my two best friends had died before my eyes. Tears blurred my vision, and I forced back sobs, firing a burst of bullets through the door at the beasts, taking down several Serbian soldiers, including Big Beard, before fleeing into the south building.

In the south building's corridor, I finally encountered Karen and Cindy, both panting heavily.

Cindy exclaimed angrily, "Damn it! The east building is full of Serbian soldiers! We're surrounded!"

I heard gunfire still coming from the east building. "Where's Heina?"

"She's trapped in the priest's room!"

I breathed a sigh of relief; if she couldn't hold out, she could retreat first.

"Where are Olivia, Winnie, and Rozelle?"

"Dead, they're all dead! It's horrible!" My tears flowed again.

Both girls burst into tears.

The gunfire from the east building suddenly stopped. Had Haina retreated, or had she been killed?

"What do we do?" Karen and Cindy both looked at me.

"We have to fight to the last bullet! We can't let them capture us alive! The humiliation is unimaginable," I said through gritted teeth.

We found a spot in the laboratory next to the toilet in the south building. Each of us could lean against a stone pillar and fire outwards, controlling the corridor. Karen had told me there were at least two or three hundred Serbian soldiers!

We nervously watched the corridor. Finally, Serbian soldiers appeared at the stairwell. We fired three shots simultaneously, taking down two. The rest retreated. Suddenly, a large group of Serbian soldiers appeared behind us, rushing towards the door. I fired as I retreated into the laboratory.

Karen and Cindy were a step too late. They held the door shut, shouting, "Jump out the window!" I leaped, landing in the bushes below. The instant I jumped, I heard the door collapse, and Karen and Cindy fell into the hands of the Serbian soldiers.

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...

Of course, I was also very curious. After asking my sister that day, Cindy excitedly hid in the attic with me, listening to me describe the feeling of kissing a girl word for word, completely captivated.

"I really want to know what that impulse and pleasure feels like!" she finally said.

"Then hurry up and find a boyfriend to try it out!" I picked up her long hair and brushed it against her pretty face.

The bright lights illuminated the small playground as if it were daytime. The Serbian soldiers tied Karen and Cindy's hands behind their backs and forced them onto a wooden platform with a paint rack.

"If you call out your accomplices to surrender, we'll release you!" an officer said smugly.

"We have no accomplices, kill us!" Karen and Cindy screamed and cursed.

"Haha, it's not that cheap!" Two Serbian soldiers rushed forward, one grabbing Karen and the other Cindy, reaching out to grope their breasts. They struggled desperately. Suddenly, one of the Serbian soldiers holding Cindy cried out and fell backward. Cindy had stabbed him in the stomach with a hidden knife.

The Serbian soldiers stopped, pointing two guns at Karen and Cindy, who were embracing each other.

"Cindy, don't look at me when I'm shot, okay?"

"Karen, don't say that!" Cindy cried uncontrollably.

"Ready...fire!"

"Bang! Bang bang!" The gunshots rang out.

"Ouch! Mommy!" The scream came from Cindy.

Poor Cindy! Our precious girl! Alas, could she endure such pain and shame? Two streams of blood gushed from her budding breasts, and then a red flower sprayed from the crotch of her muscular trousers.

She convulsed, one hand covering her genitals, the other her chest, her mouth open, swaying from side to side a few times, bending her legs, and slowly, with great difficulty, collapsed; Cindy lay there on her side, her long blonde hair cascading over her face, her legs still kicking.

Oh, Karin, why didn't you look at Cindy? If you had, you would have known where those perverted Serbian soldiers were shooting at her! Why were you wearing denim shorts? Before I could finish thinking, the damn gunshot rang out again.

"Ouch! You'll die a horrible death! Shooting a girl here!" Karin let out her last scream. My best friend, the beautiful Karin, had finally been shot! A red flash tore open the bulging crotch of the girl's denim shorts, creating a spray of blood that trickled down Karin's long, slender thighs.

Karin convulsed, covering her genitals with both hands, blood continuing to flow from between her fingers. She lay on her back, brows furrowed, mouth agape, staggering back a few steps until she pressed herself against the wall.

"Bang!" Karen's whole body jolted, and a spurt of blood gushed from her high, full left breast.

She reached out a hand to cover her breast, convulsed, bent backward, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed unwillingly! She kicked a few times, then her body stiffened and she didn't move. Karen ! Cindy

! I wanted to shout, but no sound came out. I could only hold back my tears and quietly walk up a staircase to the east wing. ********** ... Hena listened with tears in her eyes as I recounted what had happened. She said, "Olivia, one of us has to break through. I'll lure the Serbian soldiers away from the priest's room, and you can use that opportunity to escape!" "No, I can't leave you!" I hugged my sister tightly. "Listen to me, I brought you here. I can't go back. How can I face Karen, Cindy, Winnie, and Rozelle's parents? My dear sister, don't forget to avenge me!" Hena finished speaking, picked up her pistol, loaded it with the magazine I'd given her, and rushed out. She ran down the corridor to the priest's room and fired. Then she ran desperately down the corridor. I seized the opportunity to rush out and saw all the Serbian soldiers chasing after Hena. I dashed into the priest's room. Hena was my complete encyclopedia of teenage life. She was a good older sister. I sought her help with all my teenage problems and doubts, never asking my mother. Karen's relationship with her sister wasn't as close as my relationship with Hena. On one hand, I wasn't as keen on prying into my sister's secrets as Kailin was; on the other hand, Haina shared everything with me, including her first kiss with her boyfriend. She was a very thoughtful and caring girl. Haina was most proud of her breasts. From the very beginning of puberty, I shared every feeling and change with her. When my breasts started to develop, I often compared them to hers, hoping to have an enviable breast shape like hers. Haina took great care of her breasts, frequently applying breast cream to make them smoother and doing breast exercises to make them firmer. She used different bras at each stage of breast development to ensure her breasts received the most appropriate protection. Influenced by her, I also became particular about wearing different bras, and like her, I started wearing halter-neck bras from the age of 12, even before most girls wore bras. Haina ran under the spotlight; she usually ran very fast, but today her steps were a little unsteady. I remembered she was menstruating, and I shouldn't have let her distract Sai Jun. Haina was finally chased to the end of the corridor. She pressed herself against the wall, her chest heaving violently. Just as she raised her pistol, a burst of gunfire rang out. Several jets of blood gushed from Haina's proud, high, full breasts. "Ouch!" she cried out one last time, her arms outstretched, pressed against the wall, biting her lip, raising her head, thrusting her chest high, her body curving into a captivating arc. She stood there motionless, pressed tightly against the wall, enduring the pain of falling. After a moment, her body stiffened, crimson blood staining her breasts. She convulsed, her body went limp, her long legs buckled, and she slowly slumped against the wall… The soldiers surrounded her. ********** ... Now I was all alone. All I had to do was go down the stairs, walk through the storage room, lock the door, and I'd be free. I'd only gone down two steps when the storage room light came on, and a Serbian officer stood below. I froze, completely still. Our eyes met; he was a young and handsome officer. He slowly reached for his gun. The dark muzzle didn't frighten me outwardly, but inside I felt a surge of panic, pain, and regret. Finally, it was my turn! Sixteen years of my girlhood flashed before my eyes. Ah! I was about to be shot! I didn't want to die! I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the wallpaper tightly. The gunshot wasn't loud. I only felt a throbbing, hot sensation on my right nipple, which had been rubbing against my pink tank top, followed by a twisting, particularly painful sensation—different from the feeling of a soccer ball hitting my breast—and a surge of sensual heat shooting into my groin. I couldn't help but scream, "Ouch!" My left hand involuntarily covered my right breast. I could feel the soft, yielding flesh of my nipple; I had never pressed my breast so tightly before! A hot, sticky liquid—my blood—gushed from between my fingers. I felt a salty taste in my mouth; I was vomiting blood. My throat felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe. I opened my mouth wide, struggling to draw air. I didn't feel pain, only numbness in my right breast. Was this what it felt like to be shot in the breast? The officer raised his gun again, this time aiming it at the bottom of my denim shorts zipper—my new lace panties, the most private and shameful place a girl should be in! Why shoot me there?! This marked the shameful end to my girlish life. "Ouch! Vulgar! No! Don't shoot there!" I cried out in despair, but no sound came out. I looked up and swayed, my long black hair brushing against my face. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, biting my lip, waiting for the most shameful moment. The gun fired again. "You can even shoot a girl's pee!" I screamed, both ashamed and angry, but only a muffled sound came out.

I felt a sharp slap on the crotch of my denim shorts, which burst open. A burning sensation shot through my genitals, and my entire lower body shuddered. A gush of hot fluid "plop!" erupted out; the urine suddenly became uncontrollable and leaked out completely! My right hand immediately covered my genitals tightly. That hot, slightly painful, and shameful feeling only lasted a moment. Suddenly, the feeling changed, transforming into a difficult-to-describe, sexually arousing pleasure that only a young girl could experience.

First, it felt like an urgent need to urinate, then like several small hands gently scratching, a tingling, shy, and weak sensation slowly rising, making me want to hug something. Erotic thoughts arose, my temperament changed slightly, and I couldn't help but groan.

I finally understood what my friends felt when a young girl's genitals were shot! No wonder Winnie didn't struggle at all, letting the bullet easily pierce her genitals; no wonder her expression was so strange when she struggled after being shot! She already knew this feeling!

That pleasurable wave surged through my body, growing stronger and stronger, and I was incredibly ashamed.

"Ah! The most pleasurable moment is almost here!" My legs were stiff and straight, and suddenly my whole body tensed up with an incredibly pleasurable sensation, a huge wave of pleasure engulfing me. My whole body trembled and convulsed, each convulsion releasing a burst of pleasure that rushed through my body. The sweet, hot sensation made my face flush red, and tears streamed down my

face. As the final wave of pleasure surged forth, everything went black, my legs went limp, and I collapsed, rolling down the stairs. I struggled to make a dying kick, one, two, three… Suddenly, my throat tightened, my whole body stiffened, "Gulp… Ah!…" I exhaled my last breath, and then I knew nothing more.

My eyes were closed, but I could see myself lying on my side on the ground, and the officer had turned me over, face up, a shy smile still lingering on my lips. Only that person and I knew how he had ended my dreamlike youthful years. He began to remove my girlish tank top, denim shorts, stockings, and my new lace panties.

I still loved my body deeply, but it was dead, no longer mine. The officer stared at my naked body for a long time; I felt no shame, nor did I ever need to!

[The End]

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