Necrophiliac 2 (Enter at your own risk if you dislike this genre)

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My name is Chen Yu, I'm 27 years old, and still single. I used to be a security guard at a small factory, but six months ago I got drunk one night and the factory was burglarized, so I was fired. I haven't been able to find work since then until last month when an acquaintance offered to introduce me to a job as a night watchman. He said it wasn't much work; after locking the gate, I could do whatever I wanted, drink whenever I wanted, and I didn't even have to patrol. Plus, the pay was better than other places—it seemed like a perfect deal! I was puzzled and asked, "Wow, that's great! Where is it?" The acquaintance said, "The name isn't very appealing... Night shift worker at the morgue of a funeral home." My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Isn't that a crematorium where dead people are kept?" The acquaintance said, "Who cares? You can sleep whenever you want, eat whenever you want, drink whenever you want once the doors are closed. Isn't that just lying around getting paid? The pay is double what you'd get elsewhere! Where else can you find that?" I thought that the conditions were quite to my liking, so I readily agreed. "Hey! This might be fate that put you in this job. If I had known I'd have this kind of good fortune, I would have done it even without pay!"
The next afternoon, I reported to the duty room of the morgue of a funeral home. Old Ge, who was going back to his hometown, explained the layout of the morgue building to me. The building was a three-story structure with two rooms on each floor. The ground floor was for the duty workers, while the second and third floors were for storing corpses. The east and west rooms were for male and female corpses, and they were managed separately. The second floor houses bodies with natural death certificates, not suspected of homicide. The third floor contains bodies of those who died violent deaths—the kind where the cause of death is unclear, unclaimed, and abandoned. The police keep them there to solve cases…that's the type. That night, around 9 pm, I finished drinking the three ounces of rice wine I brought from home. Just as I lay down, drifting off, I heard a series of clanging sounds coming from upstairs. Quite loud! And there was an echo. My heart pounded. Then, listening more closely, I realized the sounds were indeed coming from the second floor. My God, the upstairs are all dead bodies, how could there be any noise? Could it be a case of the corpse coming back to life?!
I hadn't been here long this afternoon when they brought in a girl who had just died. She seemed to be a college student; she was hit by a car while crossing the street, her ribs were broken, it was so pitiful... The makeup artist can't come until the next day because the case isn't closed yet, the driver hasn't been sentenced, and the body isn't being cremated immediately, it's just sitting on the second floor. I figured the sound was coming from the direction of the room where the girl's body was. I wondered to myself, could the girl have come back to life? Could she have risen from the dead?! So, emboldened by the alcohol, I got dressed and decided to go upstairs to see what was going on. I went up to the second floor and turned on the hallway light, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the window in the hallway near the room where the girl's body was was open, and the wind was a bit strong tonight, making the window rattle loudly. I closed the window and was about to go back downstairs when I thought again that since I was already on the second floor, I might as well check around a bit so I wouldn't scare myself at the slightest sound. So I first went to the room on the east side where the male corpse was kept, opened the door, turned on the light, and checked the room. There was nothing unusual in the room; the corpses were all lying there quietly, and the windows were tightly closed. So I turned off the light and closed the door. Then I went to the room on the west side where the female corpse was kept. I pushed open the door to the room where the female corpse was kept, turned on the light, and looked inside. There was only one window in the entire room, and the two corpses in the center of the room made it seem empty. Coupled with the strong smell of disinfectant, it felt particularly eerie and cold. According to the name tags on the corpse tags on the feet, the first corpse's name was Wang Yanmei, height 1.63 meters, age at death 28, cause of death cancer. Judging from the dust on the white sheet covering the corpse, it had probably been there for about a week. According to the name tags on the feet, the second corpse's name was Bai Xiaoyun, height 1.71 meters, age at death 20, cause of death car accident. Wasn't this the girl who was brought in shortly after I arrived that afternoon? I lifted the white sheet and looked at the girl's face. Her features were well-proportioned, with delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes like curtains, and her eyes, though slightly open and lifeless, were pale and slightly chapped, her lips slightly parted. Her hair, of suitable length, cascaded over her shoulders. It was clear she was a beauty. She wore a pink short-sleeved t-shirt with black stripes and dark blue jeans without a belt. Suddenly, a very strange thought crossed my mind: since I'd never experienced sex with a woman, why not have sex with this 1.7-meter-tall, beautiful woman with a pretty face, long flowing hair, high breasts, and a beautifully curved lower body… a truly stunning corpse? After all, a corpse wouldn't report me for rape, so why not?
I simply sat on the mortuary bed and slowly helped her sit up, letting her lean against me. I smelled the fragrance of her hair—a truly refreshing scent. I thought to myself, "Girls' hair always smells so good." Then, I gently lifted the bottom corners of her t-shirt with both hands, raising my arms at a 180-degree angle so the t-shirt could easily slide off, revealing her full breasts and smooth, white back. She was wearing a milky-white lace bra. I first unhooked the back of her bra, then alternately lifted the bra straps on her left and right shoulders, letting them slide down her arms, finally managing to completely unhook the bra. The deceased had a well-developed body; her nipples were grape-colored with pink areolas, and her breasts were erect and shapely in a cone shape, full and lustrous. The only flaw was the dent in the lower center of her chest where her ribs had been broken by the car, which looked rather unsightly—a real pity. Then, as my hand reached to unzip the female corpse's jeans, a startled thought caused me to accidentally press my entire palm against them, and through the jeans, I touched the still-soft abdomen of the corpse. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I immediately imagined what the girl would think if she were still alive, with a man pressing his hand on that spot. Would she blush with embarrassment or slap the man in anger? But I stopped that thought in an instant and removed my hand. Composing myself, I pinched the zipper pull with two fingers and pulled it down from top to bottom. After unzipping the dark blue jeans, I slightly lifted the corpse's buttocks, pulling the jeans down to her thighs. Then, I laid the corpse down flat and went to her slender feet, lifting her long, beautiful legs and pulling down the jeans, still hanging on her thighs. Through the process of removing the jeans, I could feel that the corpse's buttocks were also very round and full. After her jeans were removed, the corpse was completely naked except for a pair of thongs with the same pattern as her bra, covering the girl's most private area. Looking down, her thighs were long, white, and supple. I couldn't help but part her legs and gently caress the inside of her thighs, as this area is very sensitive to a girl's genitals. But she could no longer experience that pleasure.
I stopped caressing her, used my index and middle fingers to hold the edge of her thongs, and lifted her buttocks slightly, pulling the last piece of clothing down her thighs, revealing her most private area. I removed the body tag from her toes and placed it on the mortuary. I picked up all the clothes the corpse had taken off and smelled them. They had a uniquely feminine scent, quite pleasant, and seemed almost identical to the fragrance of her hair. Then, he placed all the clothes on the female corpse near her mortuary. The corpse had a beautiful face, long, flowing black hair, full, firm breasts, a slender waist, rounded hips, long, beautiful legs, and delicate, exquisite feet. With such a captivating figure, I dared to imagine how many girls would enviously look at her if she were still alive, and how many boys would have their minds wandering because of her.
I gently grasped the girl's exquisite breasts, cool yet incredibly elastic. An indescribable excitement welled up within me, and my crotch slowly bulged. I used my index finger and thumb to gently pull and twist the corpse's nipples, or kneaded them with my palms, then used my warm tongue to lick around the pink areolas, gradually moving towards the center. At the center of the areola was the pink nipple. I flicked it a couple of times with my tongue, and the nipple trembled up and down with the breast, a trembling that was intoxicating. I took that pink nipple into my mouth, sucking on it incessantly, unwilling to leave. Because of the dent in the lower middle part of the girl's breasts caused by the car accident, my tongue skipped over the chest and related areas, directly reaching the corpse's smooth, white abdomen. First, I touched the dented navel with the tip of my tongue, then continued kissing downwards, but deliberately grazing the most private part of the girl's body—that part I would save for last. My mouth traced the corpse's long, smooth legs, kissing down to her delicate feet, then back down her calves to the top of her thighs. My hands, not to be outdone, slipped under the girl's buttocks. Her buttocks were full and pert, jiggling with each squeeze. After wandering around, I finally returned to the girl's private parts. Her genitals appeared well-developed; her pubic area was covered in thick, black pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle—a typical adult female shape—extending all the way to her anus. I touched her pubic hair; it was fluffy and soft. Her pubic hair was neatly combed in one direction, and the length was perfectly trimmed, indicating she had taken good care of her genitals before her death. Between the pubic hair, two delicate labia timidly pressed together, forming a deep valley. I parted the corpse's two jade-like legs, and with my thumbs, I slowly pulled apart the two jade-like labia, like splitting open a plump peach. The girl's most delicate and alluring private parts bloomed like a flower, revealing a whole patch of pinkish-white flesh. In the lower center of the labia was a mysterious and beautiful small opening, which gradually enlarged as the labia opened—this was the entrance to the girl's vagina. The reddish membrane surrounding the vaginal opening was the hymen, unique to girls who had never had sex. I had only ever seen descriptions of this in books; seeing it in person was incredibly exciting.
My heart was pounding, and my penis was already throbbing from the tightness of my pants. So, I quickly took off my t-shirt and pulled down my pants; my penis was already erect. I sat down on the corpse's slender feet, spread her legs as wide as possible, and hung them on my thighs. I held my penis in my right hand, pried open her labia with my left, and tried to push my penis in forcefully... but because the corpse had been dead for several hours, the muscles around her vulva were loose, and her labia and vaginal opening were dry. I couldn't penetrate her vaginal opening even after several attempts, and my penis even hurt. Left with no other choice, I lifted the woman's thighs over my shoulders, positioning her vulva close to my mouth. Then, I moved my tongue closer, prying open her delicate petals and inserting it inside. I first licked her pink labia, then gently held them in my mouth, our lips meeting in a kissing motion, sucking and nibbling. My tongue, like a nimble snake, moved between her lips, darting towards the entrance of her vagina, swirling and swirling between the tightly pressed walls, savoring the salty, slightly fishy-smelling female fluids still lingering on the corpse's genitals. I then used my saliva to moisten that untouched sacred place. When my lips left her delicate petals, a long, thin strand of mucus remained connecting my tongue and the vulva. I still lowered the female corpse's legs from my shoulders and draped them over my thighs. This time, after parting the corpse's labia with my hands, I first rubbed the head of my penis against the vaginal opening a few times. Thanks to the lubrication from the saliva, it easily penetrated the vaginal opening this time, and with a "plop," it passed through the girl's last line of defense, the most precious part of her body in life. But what meaning does this thin membrane have for a corpse? After passing through here, the entire penis was officially inside the vagina. The inner walls of the corpse's vagina were icy cold, and a chill ran through my penis from the bottom up throughout my body. I almost ejaculated because of this, but I could only endure the extreme stimulation in my lower body and keep my penis motionless inside the corpse's vagina. After enjoying the comfort of the cold flesh, I began to slowly move my lower body. Because I was having sex with a corpse, the vaginal sphincter muscles of the corpse's vulva were relaxed, preventing them from "clamping" the penis at the vaginal opening, so moving inside the vagina was not difficult. This muscle can only exert its "clamping" effect on the penis at the vaginal opening when it contracts during intercourse with a living woman and under her conscious control.
Each thrust inside the vagina produced a "gurgling" sound; this "gurgling" sound was actually the penis squeezing out residual air during friction with the vagina. My thrusting speed increased, and the "gurgling" sounds became more frequent. Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating two bodies: a man holding the thighs of a girl's corpse, his penis thrusting rhythmically inside her vagina. Beneath him, the girl's hair flowed freely, and her breasts trembled with each thrust—a beautiful erotic scene. Finally, after more than a hundred thrusts, I felt a tingling, numbing contraction in my glans, and a thick, hot stream of semen shot deep into the girl's vagina. After ejaculating, I pulled my limp penis out of the female corpse's vagina, jumped off the morgue, put on my own clothes, then picked up all of the female corpse's clothes that were placed near the morgue and put them back on her. I also picked up the body tag from the morgue and put it back on her toes. Finally, I gave the female corpse a deep kiss on her pale and cold lips. "Goodbye, my sleeping beauty. I will come to meet you again tomorrow."

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