The Mad Witch of White Roses

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"Mmm, ah, oh..."

On a luxurious bed, a naked man and woman were engaged in the most primal and instinctive piston-like motion. The woman was petite yet voluptuous, lying beneath the man, twisting her slender waist, her beautifully shaped white thighs tightly wrapped around his body, seemingly urging his thrusts to penetrate even deeper. Her peach-like buttocks moved in rhythm with his movements, her snow-white cleft already glistening with vaginal fluid and semen.

"Huff, huff, you little slut, so tight down there! So tight!" The man panted heavily, his large, fan-like hands gripping the woman's slender waist, his wide, tiger-like eyes gleaming with a crimson light. He was drenched in sweat, thrusting his hips like a wild beast, his thick, long penis pounding in and out of the woman's vagina like a pile driver, the "squelch, tsk" sounds accompanied by countless frothy drops of semen from the friction.

"Oh, oh, faster, faster, harder, harder..." The woman gasped and moaned, desperately responding to the man's movements like a beast born for sex, her ample breasts rippling in waves of white flesh.

"I'm going to fuck you to pieces! You slut, fuck you to pieces, you bitch! Huff, huff..." The man roared like a wild beast, his massive hand slamming down, striking the woman's buttocks hard, leaving a bloody handprint.

"Fuck me to pieces, fuck me to pieces! Harder, ahhh..." The woman showed no sign of pain, instead becoming even more excited by the man's blows, her cries rising even higher.

"Fuck, fuck! Ah, ah, ah—" The man continued to strike the woman, the dense handprints turning her buttocks bloody red. His movements grew faster and faster, the sounds of flesh colliding and slapping blending together, his penis and her vagina practically burning with heat.

"Ah, almost there, almost there! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Ah..."

"You slut, you whore, you bitch, ah, old man, I'm going to roar..."

The man's body suddenly began to convulse, the thrusting stopped abruptly, and he collapsed onto the woman, beginning his gushing of desire. Just then, the woman beneath the man made a strange gesture. The man, whose mind was blank from the ejaculation, didn't notice at all. After the woman made that gesture, his ejaculation, which was already nearing its end, erupted once more. Streams of hot semen seemed to flow endlessly from his body, while the woman's body seemed to become a vortex with infinite suction, sucking in all of the man's continuously gushing essence.

The woman tightly gripped the man's genitals, constantly writhing and kneading, like a small hand, squeezing out every last drop of the man's essence.

"Oh, oh..."

A hoarse sound escaped the man's throat. He continued ejaculating, but this time he wasn't just releasing his semen; his life force was also being released, all flowing into the woman's body.

The man realized something was wrong and tried to pull away. But the woman's legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, remained locked like shackles, restricting his movements. A stronger suction force emanated from her vaginal muscles, sweeping over his body like a whirlwind, drawing out and devouring all his essence and life force.

The man lay on top of the woman, unable to move, but the woman, seemingly unsatisfied, continued to writhe, squeezing out his essence. Under the woman's relentless pressure, the man's robust body visibly began to wither. His muscles deflated like a punctured balloon, and his short, black hair quickly turned white, as if he had aged decades in an instant. Finally, the once burly man became a skin and bones, a withered old man.

"Hmm? Can't handle it anymore? You're really useless!" The woman didn't even glance at the "dried-up tinder," and with a flick of her hand, an invisible force pulled the man off her and threw him to the other side of the bed. A crisp "pop" sound echoed from where the man and woman had joined. The vagina, now empty of his penis, opened like a small mouth, its cherry-red petals brimming with the man's semen. The woman sat up languidly and alluringly, elegantly covering her lower body with one hand, seemingly to prevent the semen from flowing back out. She moved like a cat, moving to the side of the now-dried-up man.

The man, like dried-up tinder, stared in utter terror at the woman whose face still held a hint of lust. He now understood just who this woman was. The lust and audacity that had driven him to throw the woman onto the bed hours earlier had long since vanished. He looked at the woman pleadingly, hoping she would spare his life, but she showed no reaction. Her face still wore a radiant smile, seemingly oblivious to his pleading gaze. She murmured, "Can't waste it."

With that, she gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her remaining hand, lowered herself, and extended her bright red tongue, wrapping it around the man's only remaining, undried member. The woman licked it carefully, her nimble tongue taking in all the white fluid and semen that clung to the tip and surrounding area of his penis. Once it was clean and shiny, she let out a soft "ah," taking his shaft into her mouth. Her throat moved a few times, releasing her tight muscles, and with a final push, her nose touched his dark pubic hair-covered abdomen. The woman took the man's entire seven-inch-long penis into her mouth.

She slowly turned her head, her throat muscles undulating, her tongue transforming into a nimble little snake, coiling around the shaft. The man's lifeless body reacted again, twitching a few times in a final burst of energy, and with each twitch, the last drops of his semen were released. With each ejaculation, the heat of his penis diminished. The woman's tongue pressed tightly against the man's glans, increasing the contraction of her throat, squeezing out the last of his fluids. Finally, the last of his semen left his body, and the woman, satisfied, spat out his penis. The once erect penis, immediately after leaving her mouth, began to shrink, eventually becoming a peanut-sized worm. The man, already on the verge of death, stopped breathing the moment his penis completely withered.

"Hmm, the taste is too bland. As expected, a virgin is still the best." The woman, with the man's semen in her mouth, mumbled indistinctly as she waved her hand. The invisible force returned, tossing the man's corpse off the bed like trash. A gurgling sound came from her throat as she swallowed all the semen. Then, she inserted two fingers into her vagina, moved them in and out a couple of times, and then sucked on them for a while. When she finally withdrew her fingers, they were covered in a thick layer of vaginal fluid. The woman, with an alluring air, arched her buttocks and smeared the mixture of saliva, vaginal fluid, and semen onto her swollen buttocks. A miraculous phenomenon occurred as she smeared it; the sticky fluid was quickly absorbed by her skin, and with each bit absorbed, the swelling lightened. By the time she finished, the swelling had completely disappeared, and her buttocks had regained their jade-like whiteness and plumpness.

The woman, having finished her task, stood up. She clapped her hands, and a royal blue silk dress automatically draped over her body. She walked to the window, glanced back at the man's desiccated corpse beneath the bed, and her previously smiling face instantly turned icy cold. A mocking yet relieved smile played on her crimson lips. She turned away, casually tossing aside a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with a falling white rose, and then with unparalleled elegance, her figure vanished into the moonless night.

Two days later, in the dock area.

In a typical small bar near the docks, as usual, a large group of sailors, laborers, and ordinary citizens gathered. The enclosed space reeked of alcohol and the stench of men's sweat. These rough men drank the cheapest ale, loudly told dirty jokes, and flirted brazenly with the waitresses who also served customers. This was the gathering place of the lowest classes in the city, besides the slums, and also the place where all sorts of rumors spread the fastest.

"Hey, have you heard? The deputy commander of the city guard in the East District died at home!"

"Isn't that the notoriously lecherous level 5 warrior? I've heard about it for a while now."

"That guy was lording it over everyone in the East District, how did he die? How did he die?"

"I heard that after a fierce battle with a mysterious old magician, the old man used dark magic to drain him dry!"

"What? That guy clearly died in bed from excessive yang depletion!"

"Come on! Do you even know what yang depletion is?"

"Yeah, yeah... damn, anyway, that's how it is. My lover was the washerwoman in his mansion, she told me that herself in bed!"

"Then you can't believe it even more. You slut, the truth from your mouth is less than the truth from your lower mouth!" "

Yeah, only you would treat that old bitch like a treasure."

"Nonsense, you guys..."

The four burly men were in a chaotic mess, about to fight, when just then, a figure stood up from the shadows in the far corner of the bar and walked to the table where the men were sitting. It was a woman, a woman wearing a coarse linen dress, the front of which was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts. The woman's face was covered in the heavy makeup typical of prostitutes. As she walked, she lifted the hem of her long skirt. Her snow-white thighs were revealed from the slit in her skirt, and with each step, they captivated the eight eyes of the four burly men like magnets.

Her eyes, adorned with blue eyeshadow, held a subtle allure. Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips, which were painted with blood-red lipstick. Suddenly, she slumped onto the round table stained with wine. The neckline of her long skirt slipped down due to gravity, revealing her full, unbraced breasts. The deep cleavage almost made the men's eyes pop out.

"Good heavens, when did this godforsaken place get such a stunning woman?"

the men thought simultaneously, swallowing hard. They were all laborers who frequented the area around the docks. This small bar was their only place to spend their time, their favorite hangout spot—they were practically the local bullies. But none of them had ever seen this incredibly alluring woman before.

Could they be wealthy ladies and young women seeking thrills?

The most plausible reason simultaneously surfaced in the minds of several men, their heads flushed with lust and alcohol.

"Brothers," the woman said, sitting opposite the men, legs crossed, seemingly unconcerned about her exposed figure. Her hands, seemingly unintentionally, encircled her chest, making her already exposed breasts even more prominent. "The night is long, brothers, don't you want to play a little?"

None of the four burly men understood the woman's flowery language, but their brains, now filled with semen, understood her meaning. One man's hairy hand instinctively reached for the woman's ample breasts, but she deftly dodged it. Only then did the other men react, scrambling to get closer to the woman.

"Get out of the way, I'll go first!"

"You're the one who should get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Damn it, you dare hit me!"

Seeing that the four were about to fight again, the woman chuckled, her incredibly seductive voice making the four burly men immediately stop what they were doing, their bodies going numb for a long time.

"Brothers, why fight over it? We have plenty of time, and you can all come at me at once." The woman said with a charming smile, her thighs seemingly unintentionally parted, revealing a patch of pubic hair hidden deep within her long skirt, almost making the four men's noses bleed.

Come at me at once! The four drunkards and lechers exchanged glances, each seeing a familiar glint in the other's eyes. They had done this before; these guys, who loved alcohol and women, often gathered together for "wild food." "Wild food" actually meant attacking lone women walking alone on the streets at night. "Wild food" was not only delicious and exciting, but also free, and could even yield unexpected rewards. Several lecherous men were obsessed with the taste of "wild food," but it was, after all, a shameful affair and couldn't be done often. In fact, it had been a while since the four of them had gone out for "wild food." Now, with such a delicious treat delivered right to their doorstep, the four were already overjoyed.

"Alright, then let's..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the woman had already stood up with a slight smile and walked out of the bar. The four men chuckled lewdly and followed the woman out. Along the way, they received envious or jealous glances from the men, and some waitresses who knew the four men's background cast sympathetic or gloating looks at the woman.

The woman led the men into a deep, dead-end alley, which made the four lecherous wolves even happier, because such an environment was perfect for their activities; they often chose such places to "share the spoils." The woman stopped immediately after entering the alley and began to take off her long skirt. The four men rubbed their hands together, drooling, and approached the lamb-like woman like four big gray wolves.

They naturally wouldn't notice that the woman flicked her finger lightly after they entered the alley. Nor would they realize that an invisible barrier had sealed off the alley's only exit.

Two hours later… "Ugh, ugh, spare me, ah, ah…"

the man groaned weakly, occasionally letting out a cry that sounded like pain. His naked body had become like that of a prisoner who hadn't eaten for ten days; almost every bone could be seen through his skin. His limbs were bound and restricted by a strange energy, his entire body stretched out in a spread-eagle position. If it weren't for his groans, anyone would mistake him for a common corpse starved to death in the street.

In stark contrast to the emaciated man, a voluptuous woman straddled him. The woman was also naked, her hips moving rapidly up and down, the man's erect penis thrusting in and out of her vagina with her movements, like a milking cow, constantly being squeezed out white semen. But the man showed no signs of weakness despite the continuous ejaculation; his penis remained erect and pressed against the woman's vagina, squeezed and sucked by her small, mouth-like vaginal muscles.

"Ugh...ugh..."

The man's groans grew weaker and weaker, his breathing intermittent, and he seemed on the verge of death. Seeing this, the woman suddenly stopped, placed a hand on the man's lower abdomen, and then slowly and gently rotated her hips. The man's breathing gradually returned with the woman's movements, and his emaciated body swelled up like an inflated balloon. Once the man's condition had recovered sufficiently, the woman stopped "inflating" him and began the intense squeezing and sucking again.

This process was repeated again and again. Although the man was replenished with "air" each time, the woman would squeeze out the "air" even more intensely after each "replenishment." The man was like a glass bottle filled with milk, emptied by the woman, and then filled with water again and again, until even the last bit of milk was squeezed out.

Finally, the woman seemed to have grown tired of the repetitive "inflation" and "inhalation" process, or perhaps the man's body simply had nothing left for her to extract. She stopped "replenishing" the man's energy, and the speed and amplitude of her body's movements suddenly increased. After dozens of rapid rises and falls, she suddenly paused in mid-air, allowing the man's penis to withdraw from her body as far as possible without completely leaving. Then, she took a deep breath and abruptly sat down.

"Ahhh!"

The man let out a loud, unbelievable scream from his withered body, and his bound body began to convulse to its maximum extent. The woman's sitting down was far more than it appeared. As she sat down, the suction within her vagina suddenly increased, gripping the man's penis like a fleshy hell, while the cervix deep within her vagina transformed into a ravenous maw, completely engulfing the man's glans.

The man's penis penetrated the woman's body completely for the first time, but this also heralded his impending death. The woman's body seemed to become a vortex with immense suction, drawing in the man's essence. His penis surged forth like a burst dam, and with each gushing semen, his body rapidly withered, as if all his flesh and blood had turned into semen, shooting into the woman's uterus. The man's ejaculation seemed endless; the woman's uterus was already full, even stretched by the continuous influx of semen, causing her lower abdomen to swell as if she were pregnant.

The man's ejaculation finally came to an end; he was now almost a skeleton, his beard and hair turned gray. The woman straddled the skeletal man, looking down at his withered, centenarian-like face, a deep hatred flashing in her eyes. She stood up, leaving the still-dying man, and glanced around. In the small alley, besides the man beneath her, lay three other withered, skeletal corpses. Those were the man's companions. Compared to them, the man seemed lucky, because the other three men were drained dry after only three times by the woman, while the man, though he had been drained countless times, was at least still alive.

The woman's gaze returned to the man beneath her. She noticed an interesting change: this man, who not long ago had been filled with lust, eager to fill her womb with his semen, now, having achieved his wish, looked not with satisfaction but with... fear!

The woman slowly, again, sat on the man, her delicate, mouth-like opening once more enveloping his penis, the only part of his body that hadn't yet turned to shriveled skin, wriggling slowly, taking the still-hard shaft deep inside.

"Hey, do you remember? We met before, also in this place."

The man looked at the woman with terrified eyes; he couldn't recall ever seeing this devilish woman before him.

"Don't you remember? What a pity. Just like today, the four of you spent the whole night with me, and you filled my belly with your semen." The woman stroked her pregnant belly like a mother, her seductive words tinged with a chilling malice. She pointed at the man's chest, the outline of his ribs clearly visible, and continued, "I even came all the way here to find you, and you don't even remember me? Don't you deserve to die?"

The word "die" was enunciated with absolute clarity. Even the most obtuse man understood her meaning, but what could he do in his current state? He could only continue to plead for mercy with his eyes. The woman

looked at the man's utterly humble eyes with cold indifference. A month ago, she had been pinned down by the same man, pleading with him to let her go with the same look. But back then, the man hadn't stopped. The four of them had taken turns ravaging her all night. When she awoke from her unconsciousness the next morning, the blood and semen beneath her had dried up into a small, dried-up stream, and her body was covered in bruises. She later learned that she wasn't the first victim to fall prey to these four beasts in that alley; countless women had been destroyed by them before her. "

Now you know to beg for mercy, but in all those nights, did you spare me, who was also begging for mercy? Did you spare those innocent women?"

The woman's eyes seemed to burn the man to ashes. She no longer looked into his eyes, pressing her body down, once again plunging his penis to the hilt. Then, her uterus began to undulate rhythmically, the semen filling it transforming with each movement, gradually becoming a faint life force, flowing. Finally, it all surged towards the man's penis pressing against his cervix.

The man's body, repeatedly squeezed by the woman, was like a dry sponge; the life force flowing from her uterus was absorbed by the wide-open urethral opening the moment it touched the tip of his penis. The woman continuously transformed the semen within her uterus, and the man's body gradually swelled with each absorption. However, after a moment, the surface of his body turned bright red, then purplish-red. His body, already drained of life energy, could hold far less, yet the woman continued to pour it in, forcibly cramming life force into his body.

The woman wasn't transferring life force to him to save him. The semen filling her uterus contained not only his but also that of three other men. She hadn't absorbed a single drop; now, she was restoring it and re-infusing it into his body. His body, like an overinflated balloon, began to expand rapidly, every inch filled with the life force the woman had supplied. This murky life force from the semen couldn't integrate into his body; it could only accumulate. Finally, after the woman had finished transferring it all, the man's body had become a blood-red human-skin balloon.

The woman stood up, her abdomen now smooth. She would never forgive these beasts, nor would she allow their filth to remain inside her. Therefore, she chose this method as her final punishment. This man was someone she had deliberately kept; she would never forget that night when this man was the first to invade her body and violated her the most. So she saved her for last. That night he violated her four times, so she repaid him with twenty repetitions of absorption and infusion.

The woman glanced at the man one last time; his swollen face had long lost its features, and his monstrous member had become a gigantic pillar of flesh. The woman's fingers traced a dark ring on her left hand, and a black robe silently appeared in the air, automatically concealing her body. The woman's heavy makeup gradually disappeared, revealing a stunningly beautiful face—the same face as the woman who had engaged in a passionate battle with the city guard's deputy general two days earlier.

The woman pulled up the hood of her robe, concealing her exquisite face. She casually tossed a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with a withering white rose to the man's feet. Then, she walked out of the alley, and the barrier at the alley's exit vanished automatically.

Half an hour later, a thunderous explosion suddenly echoed from the depths of the alley, but no one noticed this unusual sound in the deserted alley late at night. It wasn't until the next morning that some passersby, guided by the unusually strong stench of blood, found the scene of the fierce "battle." In the alley lay a clean, perfectly intact skeleton, and beside it lay three desiccated corpses covered in blood and flesh. The entire alley was smeared with blood and flesh mixed with fragments of internal organs. The only thing untouched by the blood and flesh was a blood-red silk handkerchief that no one had noticed.

Three days later.

In a high-class hotel in the aristocratic district, a woman dressed in a gorgeous, low-cut dress, with makeup befitting a noblewoman, and possessing an absolutely stunning figure and face, sat smiling coquettishly on a luxurious round bed. She slowly pulled down her bodice, revealing her full, unbound breasts, which exuded a deadly allure like poison. The young nobleman standing to one side was already panting heavily, his erection throbbing. He roared and pounced on the woman on the bed, who lay there ready to be taken. The next morning, the cleaning maid opened the door and found only the skeletal corpse of a man in the spacious bathtub, and a blood-red silk handkerchief beside it.

A rumor began to circulate in the city: a white rose witch from hell had descended upon the city, born from the resentment of women who had been wronged by men and fallen into hell. She poisoned men, seeking revenge. Those she harmed were all lecherous and wicked men; after being attacked by the witch, they were all drained of their life force, and the only proof she left was a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with white roses. For a time, the city's many bullies, hooligans, and noble sons lived in constant fear. But after more than ten days without any further witch attacks, these men returned to their old, domineering, and debauched lives.

A month later.

"The sixth one..."

In a corner of a high-end club in the upscale district, a brightly dressed woman murmured to herself as she walked towards a man not far away, who was embracing two women.

In her hands, she held a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with withering white roses. "Mmm, ah, oh..."

On a luxurious bed, a naked man and woman were engaged in the most primal and instinctive act of love. The woman, petite yet voluptuous, lay beneath the man, twisting her slender waist, her beautifully sculpted white thighs tightly wrapped around his body, seemingly urging his thrusts to penetrate even deeper. Her peach-like buttocks moved in rhythm with his movements, her snow-white cleft already glistening with vaginal fluid and semen.

"Huff, huff, you little slut, so tight down there! So tight!" the man panted heavily, his massive hands gripping the woman's waist, his wide, tiger-like eyes gleaming with a crimson light. He was drenched in sweat, thrusting like a wild beast, his thick penis pounding in and out of the woman's vagina like a pile driver, the sounds of squelching and sizzling accompanied by countless frothy drops of semen from the friction.

"Oh, oh, faster, faster, harder, harder..." The woman gasped and moaned, desperately responding to the man's movements like a beast born for sex, her ample breasts rippling in waves of white flesh.

"I'm going to fuck you to pieces! You slut, fuck you to pieces, you bitch! Huff, huff..." The man roared like a wild beast, his massive hand slamming down, striking the woman's buttocks hard, leaving a bloody handprint.

"Fuck me to pieces, fuck me to pieces! Harder, ahhh..." The woman showed no sign of pain, instead becoming even more excited by the man's blows, her cries rising even higher.

"Fuck, fuck! Ah, ah, ah—" The man continued to strike the woman, the dense handprints turning her buttocks bloody red. His movements grew faster and faster, the sounds of flesh colliding and slapping blending together, his penis and her vagina practically burning with heat.

"Ah, almost there, almost there! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Ah..."

"You slut, you whore, you bitch, ah, old man, I'm going to roar..."

The man's body suddenly began to convulse, the thrusting stopped abruptly, and he collapsed onto the woman, beginning his gushing of desire. Just then, the woman beneath the man made a strange gesture. The man, whose mind was blank from the ejaculation, didn't notice at all. After the woman made that gesture, his ejaculation, which was already nearing its end, erupted once more. Streams of hot semen seemed to flow endlessly from his body, while the woman's body seemed to become a vortex with infinite suction, sucking in all of the man's continuously gushing essence.

The woman tightly gripped the man's genitals, constantly writhing and kneading, like a small hand, squeezing out every last drop of the man's essence.

"Oh, oh..."

A hoarse sound escaped the man's throat. He continued ejaculating, but this time he wasn't just releasing his semen; his life force was also being released, all flowing into the woman's body.

The man realized something was wrong and tried to pull away. But the woman's legs, wrapped tightly around his waist, remained locked like shackles, restricting his movements. A stronger suction force emanated from her vaginal muscles, sweeping over his body like a whirlwind, drawing out and devouring all his essence and life force.

The man lay on top of the woman, unable to move, but the woman, seemingly unsatisfied, continued to writhe, squeezing out his essence. Under the woman's relentless pressure, the man's robust body visibly began to wither. His muscles deflated like a punctured balloon, and his short, black hair quickly turned white, as if he had aged decades in an instant. Finally, the once burly man became a skin and bones, a withered old man.

"Hmm? Can't handle it anymore? You're really useless!" The woman didn't even glance at the "dried-up tinder," and with a flick of her hand, an invisible force pulled the man off her and threw him to the other side of the bed. A crisp "pop" sound echoed from where the man and woman had joined. The vagina, now empty of his penis, opened like a small mouth, its cherry-red petals brimming with the man's semen. The woman sat up languidly and alluringly, elegantly covering her lower body with one hand, seemingly to prevent the semen from flowing back out. She moved like a cat, moving to the side of the now-dried-up man.

The man, like dried-up tinder, stared in utter terror at the woman whose face still held a hint of lust. He now understood just who this woman was. The lust and audacity that had driven him to throw the woman onto the bed hours earlier had long since vanished. He looked at the woman pleadingly, hoping she would spare his life, but she showed no reaction. Her face still wore a radiant smile, seemingly oblivious to his pleading gaze. She murmured, "Can't waste it."

With that, she gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her remaining hand, lowered herself, and extended her bright red tongue, wrapping it around the man's only remaining, undried member. The woman licked it carefully, her nimble tongue taking in all the white fluid and semen that clung to the tip and surrounding area of his penis. Once it was clean and shiny, she let out a soft "ah," taking his shaft into her mouth. Her throat moved a few times, releasing her tight muscles, and with a final push, her nose touched his dark pubic hair-covered abdomen. The woman took the man's entire seven-inch-long penis into her mouth.

She slowly turned her head, her throat muscles undulating, her tongue transforming into a nimble little snake, coiling around the shaft. The man's lifeless body reacted again, twitching a few times in a final burst of energy, and with each twitch, the last drops of his semen were released. With each ejaculation, the heat of his penis diminished. The woman's tongue pressed tightly against the man's glans, increasing the contraction of her throat, squeezing out the last of his fluids. Finally, the last of his semen left his body, and the woman, satisfied, spat out his penis. The once erect penis, immediately after leaving her mouth, began to shrink, eventually becoming a peanut-sized worm. The man, already on the verge of death, stopped breathing the moment his penis completely withered.

"Hmm, the taste is too bland. As expected, a virgin is still the best." The woman, with the man's semen in her mouth, mumbled indistinctly as she waved her hand. The invisible force returned, tossing the man's corpse off the bed like trash. A gurgling sound came from her throat as she swallowed all the semen. Then, she inserted two fingers into her vagina, moved them in and out a couple of times, and then sucked on them for a while. When she finally withdrew her fingers, they were covered in a thick layer of vaginal fluid. The woman, with an alluring air, arched her buttocks and smeared the mixture of saliva, vaginal fluid, and semen onto her swollen buttocks. A miraculous phenomenon occurred as she smeared it; the sticky fluid was quickly absorbed by her skin, and with each bit absorbed, the swelling lightened. By the time she finished, the swelling had completely disappeared, and her buttocks had regained their jade-like whiteness and plumpness.

The woman, having finished her task, stood up. She clapped her hands, and a royal blue silk dress automatically draped over her body. She walked to the window, glanced back at the man's desiccated corpse beneath the bed, and her previously smiling face instantly turned icy cold. A mocking yet relieved smile played on her crimson lips. She turned away, casually tossing aside a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with a falling white rose, and then with unparalleled elegance, her figure vanished into the moonless night.

Two days later, in the dock area.

In a typical small bar near the docks, as usual, a large group of sailors, laborers, and ordinary citizens gathered. The enclosed space reeked of alcohol and the stench of men's sweat. These rough men drank the cheapest ale, loudly told dirty jokes, and flirted brazenly with the waitresses who also served customers. This was the gathering place of the lowest classes in the city, besides the slums, and also the place where all sorts of rumors spread the fastest.

"Hey, did you hear? The deputy commander of the city guard in the East District died at home!"

"Isn't that the notoriously lecherous level five warrior? I've heard about him for a while."

"That guy was throwing his weight around in the East District, how did he get killed? How did he die?"

"I heard that after a fierce battle with a mysterious old sorcerer, he was drained of his life force by the old man's dark magic!"

"What? That guy clearly died in bed from excessive yang depletion!"

"Come on! Do you even know what 'excessive yang depletion' means?"

"Well, well... damn it, anyway, that's how it is. My lover is the washerwoman in his mansion, and she told me that herself in bed!"

"That's even less believable. You slut, your mouth doesn't tell the truth as much as your lower mouth!" "

Exactly, only you would treat that old whore like a treasure."

"Nonsense, you guys..."

The four burly men were in a chaotic frenzy, about to fight, when suddenly a figure rose from the shadows in the far corner of the bar and walked to the table where the men were sitting. It was a woman, a woman wearing a coarse linen dress, the front of which was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts. The woman's face was covered in the heavy makeup common among prostitutes, and as she walked, she lifted the hem of her long dress. A woman 's snow-white thighs peeked out from the slit of her long skirt, captivating the eight eyes of the four burly men with every step she took.

Her eyes, adorned with blue eyeshadow, held a subtle allure. Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips, painted with crimson lipstick. Suddenly, she slumped onto the wine-stained round table. The neckline of her skirt slipped down, revealing her full, unbraced breasts and the deep cleavage that nearly made the men's eyes pop out.

"Good heavens, when did this godforsaken place get such a stunning woman?"

the men thought simultaneously, swallowing hard. They were all laborers who frequented the docks, and this small bar was their only place to spend their time, their favorite hangout spot. They were practically the local bullies. But none of them had ever seen this incredibly alluring woman before.

Could she be one of those wealthy ladies seeking thrills?

In the minds of several men, fueled by lust and alcohol, a reason they simultaneously conceived as the most plausible:

"Brothers," the woman said, sitting opposite them with her legs crossed, seemingly unconcerned about her exposed figure. Her hands, seemingly unintentionally, encircled her chest, making her already exposed breasts even more prominent. "The night is long, brothers, don't you want to play a little?"

None of the four burly men understood the woman's refined words, but their brains, now filled with semen, understood her meaning. One man's hairy hand instinctively reached for the woman's ample breasts, but she deftly dodged it. Only then did the other men react, scrambling to get closer to the woman.

"You move aside, I'll go first!"

"You're the one who should move aside! Get out of the way!"

"Damn it, you dare hit me!"

Seeing that the four were about to fight again, the woman chuckled, her incredibly alluring voice instantly stopping the four men in their tracks, their bodies trembling for a long time.

"Brothers, why fight over this? We have plenty of time, and you can all come at me at once," the woman said with a seductive smile, her thighs seemingly unintentionally parted, revealing a patch of pubic hair hidden deep within her long skirt, almost making the four men's noses bleed.

Come at me at once! The four drunkards and lechers exchanged glances, each seeing a familiar glint in the other's eyes. They weren't unfamiliar with this; these men, obsessed with alcohol and women, often gathered to "hunt for wild food." "Hunting for wild food" actually meant attacking lone women walking alone at night. "Wild food" was not only delicious and potent, but it was also free, and there was always the possibility of unexpected gains. The lechers loved the taste of "wild food," but it was a shameful business and couldn't be done often. In fact, it had been a while since the four of them had "hunted for wild food." Now, with such a delicious treat delivered to their doorstep, the four of them were already overjoyed.

"Alright, then let's..."

Before the men could finish speaking, the woman had already stood up with a light smile and walked out of the bar. Four men chuckled lewdly as they followed the woman out. Along the way, they were met with envious or jealous glances from the men, and the waitresses, who knew the men's background, cast pitying or gloating looks at the woman.

The woman led the men into a deep, dead-end alley, which delighted the four lecherous men. This was the perfect environment for them; they often chose such places to "share the spoils." The woman stopped immediately upon entering the alley and began to remove her long skirt. The four men, rubbing their hands and drooling, approached the lamb-like woman like four big gray wolves.

They naturally didn't notice that after they entered the alley, the woman lightly flicked her finger. Nor did they realize that an invisible barrier had sealed off the only exit from the alley.

Two hours later… "Ugh, ugh, spare me, ah, ah…"

the man groaned weakly, occasionally letting out a cry that sounded like pain. His naked body looked like that of a prisoner who hadn't eaten for ten days; you could almost see every bone through his skin. The man's limbs were bound and restricted by a strange energy, his body stretched out in a spread-eagle position. If it weren't for his groans, anyone would mistake him for a common corpse starved to death in the street.

In stark contrast to the emaciated man, a voluptuous woman straddled him. The woman was also naked, her hips rising and falling rapidly. The man's erect penis moved in and out of her vagina with her movements, like a cow being milked, constantly being squeezed out of white semen. But the man showed no signs of weakening from the continuous ejaculation; his penis remained hard and erect inside the woman's vagina, squeezed and sucked by her vaginal muscles like a small mouth.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The man's groans grew weaker and weaker, his breathing became intermittent, and he seemed on the verge of death. Seeing this, the woman suddenly stopped moving, placed a hand on the man's lower abdomen, and then slowly and gently rotated her hips. The man's breathing gradually returned to normal with the woman's movements, and his emaciated body swelled up like an inflated balloon. Once the man's condition had recovered sufficiently, the woman stopped "inflating" him and began the intense squeezing and draining again.

This process repeated itself over and over. Although the woman replenished the man's "air" each time, she squeezed it out even more violently after each "replenishment." The man was like a glass bottle filled with milk, emptied and then repeatedly filled with water, until the last bit of milk was drained from the bottle.

Finally, the woman seemed to have grown tired of this repetitive "inflating" and "draining" process, or perhaps there was simply nothing left for her to extract from the man's body. She stopped "replenishing" him, and the speed and amplitude of her body's movements suddenly increased. After dozens of rapid rises and falls, she suddenly paused in mid-air, allowing the man's penis to withdraw from her body as far as possible without completely leaving. Then, she took a deep breath and abruptly sat down.

"Ahhhhh!"

The man let out a loud, unbelievable scream from his withered body, his bound body beginning to convulse to its maximum. The woman's sitting down just now was far more than it appeared on the surface. As she sat down, the suction within her vagina suddenly increased, gripping the man's penis like a fleshy hell, while the cervix deep inside her vagina transformed into a soul-devouring little mouth, swallowing the entire head of his penis.

The man's penis penetrated the woman's body completely for the first time, but this also heralded his impending death. The woman's body seemed to become a vortex with immense suction, drawing in the man's essence. His penis surged forth like a burst dam, and with each gushing semen, his body rapidly withered, as if all his flesh and blood had turned into semen, shooting into the woman's uterus. The man's ejaculation seemed endless; the woman's uterus was already full, even stretched by the continuous influx of semen, causing her lower abdomen to swell as if she were pregnant.

The man's ejaculation finally came to an end; he was now almost a skeleton, his beard and hair turned gray. The woman straddled the skeletal man, looking down at his withered, centenarian-like face, a deep hatred flashing in her eyes. She stood up, leaving the still-dying man, and glanced around. In the small alley, besides the man beneath her, lay three other withered, skeletal corpses. Those were the man's companions. Compared to them, the man seemed lucky, because the other three men were drained dry after only three times by the woman, while the man, though he had been drained countless times, was at least still alive.

The woman's gaze returned to the man beneath her. She noticed an interesting change: this man, who not long ago had been filled with lust, eager to fill her womb with his semen, now, having achieved his wish, looked not with satisfaction but with... fear!

The woman slowly, again, sat on the man, her delicate, mouth-like opening once more enveloping his penis, the only part of his body that hadn't yet turned to shriveled skin, wriggling slowly, taking the still-hard shaft deep inside.

"Hey, do you remember? We met before, also in this place."

The man looked at the woman with terrified eyes; he couldn't recall ever seeing this devilish woman before him.

"Don't you remember? What a pity. Just like today, the four of you spent the whole night with me, and you filled my belly with your semen." The woman stroked her pregnant belly like a mother, her seductive words tinged with a chilling malice. She pointed at the man's chest, the outline of his ribs clearly visible, and continued, "I even came all the way here to find you, and you don't even remember me? Don't you deserve to die?"

The word "die" was enunciated with absolute clarity. Even the most obtuse man understood her meaning, but what could he do in his current state? He could only continue to plead for mercy with his eyes. The woman looked at

the man's utterly humble eyes with cold indifference. A month ago, she had been pinned down by the same man, pleading with him to let her go with the same look. But back then, the man hadn't stopped. The four of them had taken turns ravaging her all night. When she awoke from her unconsciousness the next morning, the blood and semen beneath her had dried up into a small, dried-up stream, and her body was covered in bruises. She later learned that she wasn't the first victim to fall prey to these four beasts in that alley; countless women had been destroyed by them before her. "

Now you know to beg for mercy, but in all those nights, did you spare me, who was also begging for mercy? Did you spare those innocent women?"

The woman's eyes seemed to burn the man to ashes. She no longer looked into his eyes, pressing her body down, once again plunging his penis to the hilt. Then, her uterus began to undulate rhythmically, the semen filling it transforming with each movement, gradually becoming a faint life force, flowing. Finally, it all surged towards the man's penis pressing against his cervix.

The man's body, repeatedly squeezed by the woman, was like a dry sponge; the life force flowing from her uterus was absorbed by the wide-open urethral opening the moment it touched the tip of his penis. The woman continuously transformed the semen within her uterus, and the man's body gradually swelled with each absorption. However, after a moment, the surface of his body turned bright red, then purplish-red. His body, already drained of life energy, could hold far less, yet the woman continued to pour it in, forcibly cramming life force into his body.

The woman wasn't transferring life force to him to save him. The semen filling her uterus contained not only his but also that of three other men. She hadn't absorbed a single drop; now, she was restoring it and re-infusing it into his body. His body, like an overinflated balloon, began to expand rapidly, every inch filled with the life force the woman had supplied. This murky life force from the semen couldn't integrate into his body; it could only accumulate. Finally, after the woman had finished transferring it all, the man's body had become a blood-red human-skin balloon.

The woman stood up, her abdomen now smooth. She would never forgive these beasts, nor would she allow their filth to remain inside her. Therefore, she chose this method as her final punishment. This man was someone she had deliberately kept; she would never forget that night when this man was the first to invade her body and violated her the most. So she saved her for last. That night he violated her four times, so she repaid him with twenty repetitions of absorption and infusion.

The woman glanced at the man one last time; his swollen face had long lost its features, and his monstrous member had become a gigantic pillar of flesh. The woman's fingers traced a dark ring on her left hand, and a black robe silently appeared in the air, automatically concealing her body. The woman's heavy makeup gradually disappeared, revealing a stunningly beautiful face—the same face as the woman who had engaged in a passionate battle with the city guard's deputy general two days earlier.

The woman pulled up the hood of her robe, concealing her exquisite face. She casually tossed a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with a withering white rose to the man's feet. Then, she walked out of the alley, and the barrier at the alley's exit vanished automatically.

Half an hour later, a thunderous explosion suddenly echoed from the depths of the alley, but no one noticed this unusual sound in the deserted alley late at night. It wasn't until the next morning that some passersby, guided by the unusually strong stench of blood, found the scene of the fierce "battle." In the alley lay a clean, perfectly intact skeleton, and beside it lay three desiccated corpses covered in blood and flesh. The entire alley was smeared with blood and flesh mixed with fragments of internal organs. The only thing untouched by the blood and flesh was a blood-red silk handkerchief that no one had noticed.

Three days later.

In a high-class hotel in the aristocratic district, a woman dressed in a gorgeous, low-cut dress, with makeup befitting a noblewoman, and possessing an absolutely stunning figure and face, sat smiling coquettishly on a luxurious round bed. She slowly pulled down her bodice, revealing her full, unbound breasts, which exuded a deadly allure like poison. The young nobleman standing to one side was already panting heavily, his erection throbbing. He roared and pounced on the woman on the bed, who lay there ready to be taken. The next morning, the cleaning maid opened the door and found only the skeletal corpse of a man in the spacious bathtub, and a blood-red silk handkerchief beside it.

A rumor began to circulate in the city: a white rose witch from hell had descended upon the city, born from the resentment of women who had been wronged by men and fallen into hell. She poisoned men, seeking revenge. Those she harmed were all lecherous and wicked men; after being attacked by the witch, they were all drained of their life force, and the only proof she left was a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with white roses. For a time, the city's many bullies, hooligans, and noble sons lived in constant fear. But after more than ten days without any further witch attacks, these men returned to their old, domineering, and debauched lives.

A month later.

"The sixth one..."

In a corner of a high-end club in the aristocratic district, a brightly dressed woman murmured to herself as she walked towards a man not far away, who was embracing two women.

In her hands, she held a blood-red silk handkerchief embroidered with white roses that were fading away.

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