Last Train Girl

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People's Square was bustling, even though it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The wide streets were teeming with cars and people—red Jettas, blue Boras, white Golfs—weaving back and forth. The people walking along the street were dressed in various styles, their expressions varied; some hurried, some leisurely; some in suits, some adorned with jewels, some travel-worn, some ragged.

The streetlights were bright, and the neon lights on the roadside billboards flashed with colorful lights. Countless strange sounds rose and fell without warning from every corner.

Only the pine trees in the center of the square stood silently, covered in dust from the passing vehicles, their faces forever expressionless, coldly observing the bustling street, this bizarre city.

Zheng Buqi stood under a tree. Although he knew there was a rule against crossing the flowerbed, he still stood under the tree, because he felt that from this angle, he could better observe, or rather appreciate, the myriad aspects of human life.

He wore a long, black coat, not very clean, with dust clinging to the hem, and it looked rather thin in the early spring of Northeast China, so he hunched over slightly. He was very ordinary-looking, the kind of person you'd easily lose in a crowd. This ordinary man, now, stood under a tree, like a philosopher, frowning as he gazed at the land.

A bright blue Golf turned the corner ahead. Through the tinted glass, though it was a blur to most people, Zheng Buqi's sharp eyes could still make out a beautiful young woman in a mink coat sitting in the driver's seat. Zheng Buqi narrowed his eyes slightly; he could even see the woman's luscious, sexy red lips, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, and a hint of arrogance in her expression.

Hmm, a very good target, but unfortunately, the conditions don't allow it today. He'll have to wait for another time. Zheng Buqi thought to himself, silently memorizing the license plate number of the departing Golf.

He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, unnoticed by anyone, despite his blatant violation of the rules.

Zheng Buqi's gaze then fell on a tall woman walking across the street. She wore a pink fur-trimmed top and white trousers that perfectly accentuated her long legs, and her shiny black knee-high boots made Zheng Buqi's heart flutter. The woman was quite pretty, with long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, carrying a small handbag, and walking with a rhythmic gait. Zheng Buqi had initially intended to follow her, but then changed his mind, as the woman's back view disappointed him. From behind, her hips were rather flat, lacking that voluptuous look. Watching the

woman disappear into the distance, Zheng Buqi sighed, tossed aside his cigarette, and carefully stubbed it out with his foot. He stretched; it seemed that today was over. Time to call it a day. It was getting late; time to go home and sleep. A little later, the last bus would be leaving.

He walked out of the flowerbed and headed towards the terminus of bus route 218.

Zheng Buqi was a very ordinary man, at least on the surface. He seemed unassuming and unassuming, but his true secret was known only to a select few.

These people worked in a special profession, responsible for solving problems for people—problems that couldn't be solved through normal channels, or problems that people were unwilling to solve through normal channels. The best among them were known as assassins. Assassins are organized, and one of the most unbelievable and unimaginable organizations is called the "No-Kill Group." Zheng Buqi is, of course, a member of this organization.

Zheng Buqi isn't his real name; he has a real name, but within the organization, he's called Zheng Buqi. This name means: no more than seven kills per day.

This is a huge constraint for Zheng Buqi, like limiting a heavy smoker to only seven cigarettes a day.

However, Zheng Buqi still adheres to the meaning of his name, because as a member of the organization, he should obey its discipline.

Therefore, he tries to be as frugal as possible, using his seven kills sparingly. Just like a smoker reluctant to smoke their last cigarette, Zheng Buqi hopes to use his seven kills on those who are truly deserving, maximizing the satisfaction of his desires.

The result is that Zheng Buqi often doesn't use all seven kills. Because of his frugality, he ends up not using any at all, sometimes not even until midnight. Zheng Buqi was a very lazy person, so he simply went home to sleep. Even zeros couldn't exceed seven, right? "Better to have nothing than something bad" was Zheng Buqi's consistent standard. Through several wonderful experiences, he discovered that rather than simply pursuing quantity, it was better to carefully select a few exquisite goals to enjoy, which would better satisfy his desires.

Today was no different; he still hadn't chosen a suitable target.

Zheng Buqi sighed and arrived at the 218 bus stop. The last 218 bus was parked forlornly at the street corner. It was 8:08; the previous bus had just left two minutes ago, so there were hardly any passengers. Zheng Buqi felt around; he seemed to have no change. He walked to a grocery store on the street, where the Taiwanese-style grilled sausages outside emitted an enticing aroma. Zheng Buqi ordered a sausage, gave the owner a five-yuan bill, and received four one-yuan coins in change. He bit into the fragrant sausage, dropped in a one-yuan coin, and boarded the bus with a crisp sound.

Besides the driver, only two passengers sat at the front of the bus. Zheng Buqi went straight to the back of the bus and sat down in a corner seat in the last row. He closed his eyes and slowly ate the grilled sausage, which allowed him to concentrate and better enjoy its flavor. The sausages from this stall were better than the ones he had at the stall across the street that afternoon, and Zheng Buqi decided to buy sausages from this stall from now on.

Time passed quietly, and the bus gradually filled up. Zheng Buqi still kept his eyes closed, having finished a small sausage, and unconsciously fiddled with the bamboo skewer in his hand.

A faint fragrance made him involuntarily open his eyes. In the single seat in front of him sat a lively and youthful girl. She wore a snow-white woolen beret over her long, beautiful black hair, which made her look playful and cute. She had an oval face, fair skin, a delicate nose, and large, bright eyes that sparkled with a captivating light.

The girl wore a pale yellow coat, tight jeans that showed off her beautiful thighs, and snow-white lambskin boots—the perfect outfit!

Zheng Buqi felt a surge of heat in his head, his heart pounding. It was her! After searching all night, he had finally found his target, and she was exactly his type—it was like heaven was on his side! The playful beret, the tight pants, and the white boots—they were all his favorites!

Amidst the pleasant music, the girl's phone rang. She took it out to look. Zheng Buqi shrank into his seat, pretending to be indifferent to his surroundings. The car jolted, and started moving. The time was 8:20.

"Yes, I'm already on the bus. It just started moving, and I just caught the last bus. Hmm, there's a seat." The girl was on the phone; judging from her happy expression and tone, she was probably talking to her boyfriend. Even her voice was so beautiful. Zheng Buqi thought to himself, squinting his eyes as if to doze off.

"It'll probably be about half an hour before I get home. Haven't you had dinner yet? How about we go out to eat? Oh, you're already cooking. What do I want to eat? Hmm, I want your corn and pork rib stew. Hehe, you still have some pork ribs left over from yesterday, right? We also have some old corn at home. Add extra soy sauce." The girl and her boyfriend chatted enthusiastically, planning their late dinner.

Zheng Buqi was secretly calculating in his mind. Half an hour later, she should get off near Nanhu Square. There was a residential area not far away, which should be the girl's destination. The road was lined with dense trees, the streetlights were not very bright, and there were few pedestrians at this time, making it a good location. Today was really going smoothly; everything was as he wished. Corn and pork ribs? It was a very good dish, and Zheng Buqi liked it very much. However, beautiful girl, no matter how well it was made, you probably wouldn't have the chance to taste it because you just caught the "last train."

Zheng Buqi put his hands in his pockets, slowly stroking a soft, coarse cotton rope with his fingers. He adjusted his body and breathing, gradually approaching his optimal state.

The electronic female voice announced one station after another indifferently. People got off, and people got on. The girl in the seat in front of him had finished her call and was sitting quietly in her seat. Her bright eyes, reflected in the dim light of the outside carriage, sparkled like jewels. Her slightly pursed lips were so endearing, making Zheng Buqi want to lean in and kiss her immediately. He struggled to suppress this impulse, trying to calm himself down.

No rush, no rush, there will be other opportunities.

The bus made a sharp turn, and outside the window was the brightly lit Cultural Square, bustling with people—a perfect time for young couples to stroll and date. The girl also looked out the window, gazing at the brightly lit square. From the side, her face was as smooth and flawless as exquisite porcelain. Zheng Buqi noticed a look of happiness on her face, perhaps recalling past walks with her boyfriend here, that sweet expression.

The bus quickly left the Cultural Square and continued down to the vicinity of Nanhu Park.

The girl in front suddenly stood up, straightened her clothes, and made a move to get off the bus. The bus stopped near the entrance of Nanhu Park, and a crisp electronic female voice announced: "We have arrived at ×× residential area, please…".

Zheng Buqi jumped up and rushed to the door. At first, he didn't realize what was happening, because it was still two or three stops away from Nanhu Park. It wasn't until the girl got off the bus that he remembered Nanhu Park was just his guess, and the girl might not have gone that way.

The 218 bus slowly pulled away behind him. Zheng Buqi glanced up, inwardly groaning. A hundred meters ahead was a brightly lit residential complex, bustling with shops on the ground floor, people coming and going, and the girl was walking straight towards it.

There was absolutely no chance to make a move. Zheng Buqi only glanced at the surroundings before drawing his conclusion. But he still followed, because he felt incredibly frustrated. He had waited so long to find his target, only to have no chance to act—it was truly disheartening. The girl gradually approached the complex, Zheng Buqi walking about ten meters behind her, his disappointment growing stronger. She

was getting close to the building; once she reached the intercom, opened the door, and went upstairs, he would have no chance left. There were people watching nearby, and most of the lights were on in the upper floors; going into the stairwell to make a move was too risky.

In Zheng Buqi's despairing gaze, the girl suddenly turned and walked past the building, heading into the residential area.

Zheng Buqi's spirits lifted—there was still hope! He quickened his pace and followed.

Turning past the building, there was a small grove of trees behind, and opposite was another row of residential buildings, about fifty meters apart. Most remarkably, this area was quiet and deserted, seemingly a completely different world from the street outside.

The girl walked along the concrete path ahead, her high heels making a crisp sound.

The only chance was here!

Zheng Buqi, like a cat in the darkness, silently quickened his pace, closing the distance to the girl in a few breaths. As if by instinct, the girl sensed something; she stopped, preparing to turn around and look.

Success or failure hinged on this one moment. Zheng Buqi displayed the extraordinary skills of an assassin, appearing behind the girl with lightning speed. Before her head could fully turn around, the red cotton rope in his hand accurately looped around her neck and tightened sharply!

"Ugh..." the girl let out a half-groan as her neck was completely strangled. The sudden attack left the girl somewhat bewildered and at a loss. She didn't even struggle, letting Zheng Buqi use the red rope to strangle her throat, pulling her body into his arms and holding her tightly.

The softness inside her body made Zheng Buqi's blood boil; what an alluring young girl's body! He excitedly tightened the red rope, constricting the girl's neck tightly. The girl recovered from her initial bewilderment, scratching at her neck with both hands, trying to pull the red rope away, but this was obviously futile, because Zheng Buqi used great force, and the soft cotton rope had completely sunk into the girl's delicate neck. The girl writhed and thrashed in Zheng Buqi's arms like a mermaid emerging from the water. Her white lambskin boots clattered crisply on the concrete pavement as she kicked her legs violently.

The noise would attract attention, and although the place seemed secluded, it was better to be safe than sorry. Zheng Buqi gripped the rope tightly, using his body to pull the girl away from the path and drag her into the grove of trees beside the road. The girl struggled even more fiercely, making Zheng Buqi feel somewhat strained, but of course, he didn't care; this level of struggle was futile. On the contrary, the more intense the struggle, the more he enjoyed it, enjoying the sadistic pleasure, pursuing the satisfying thrill of killing.

Under Zheng Buqi's strong arms, all the girl's struggles were in vain. Her snow-white beret was nowhere to be seen, her long black hair was disheveled, making her look extremely beautiful and poignant. Under the lights of a nearby building, the girl's jewel-like eyes had completely rolled back, and her pink, delicate tongue protruded, contrasting with her bright red lips. Strange sounds emanated from deep within her throat. Zheng Buqi was already used to this; he simply focused on tightening the cotton rope, suffocating the girl.

Due to the intense struggle, the girl quickly became drenched in sweat, emitting a strange scent reminiscent of an animal in heat. This scent stimulated Zheng Buqi's sensitive nose, making him even more excited. He held the girl's body tightly in his arms, feeling every struggle and spasm. The girl's plump buttocks, encased in tight jeans, rubbed against Zheng Buqi's lower abdomen. Zheng Buqi felt his penis had become erect, throbbing uncomfortably. He adjusted his angle, rubbing his lower body against the most luscious part of the girl's buttocks, slightly relieving his rising desire.

The girl's struggles slowed. After all, she was a delicate young woman, and didn't have the energy to squander. With labored breathing, she gradually lost her strength. She seemed to understand her inability to resist, and her violently kicking legs began to calm down. She could imagine her fate tonight: being strangled to death by a stranger in the woods not far from her home. The lights of the apartment building were just ahead, seemingly within reach, yet so distant. A mere dozen meters separated two worlds. Her beloved boyfriend must still be home, waiting for her return, anticipating a passionate kiss and a tender embrace. But she was outside her own door, murdered by a stranger, never again to enjoy her lover's caresses, never again to taste sweet kisses!

In despair, the girl straightened her legs. Her thighs, beneath her tight jeans, were so full and long; the tall boots that hugged her calves were so beautiful and perfectly fitting. All of this, tonight, would be a final farewell. The girl felt she could no longer hold back her bladder, and hot urine gushed out. She arched her lower abdomen, straightened her body, tilted her head, and breathed her last with resentment.

How regrettable, she would never again taste her boyfriend's signature dish, braised pork ribs with corn. These were the girl's last thoughts before she sank into endless darkness.

Zheng Buqi held the girl's neck for a while longer, making sure she was completely still, before slowly releasing her grip.

The girl's beautiful body lay limp and slumped to the ground. Zheng Buqi was already burning with lust. He stuffed the rope into his pocket, squatted down, and examined the girl's pained and desperate expression as she died. He felt a surge of desire rising from his lower abdomen. His gaze traveled down from the girl's face to the shocking bruise on her neck, to her high breasts beneath her tight wool sweater under her open coat—now still and lifeless—to her plump thighs stretched taut by her tight jeans, and to her flat stomach.

Zheng Buqi reached out and stroked the girl's white lambskin boots. The smooth, soft texture of the leather was wonderful. His hands roamed over her feet through the boots, savoring the beautiful curves of her lotus-like feet. He grabbed her small ankles and forcefully pried open her tightly closed legs. When his gaze fell on the girl's crotch, seeing the bulge and the small patch of dark stain below, Zheng Buqi felt a buzzing in his head. He could no longer suppress his desire!

Zheng Buqi frantically unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and straddled the girl. He lifted her head with both hands, aimed his erect penis at her open cherry-like mouth, and thrust it in!

The girl's warm, moist mouth brought an indescribable, intense pleasure to his genitals, making Zheng Buqi shudder involuntarily. He began to move passionately, his penis thrusting in and out of the girl's lips. "

Beautiful lady, do you want to eat your boyfriend's pork ribs and corn? Or do you want to taste my cock first?"

A wicked thought surged in Zheng Buqi's mind, making his penetration even more intense. He imagined the girl's boyfriend eagerly awaiting her return home to savor his "cooking," while the girl was in the woods outside, sucking on a stranger's penis, enduring the most shameful humiliation of her proud body! As he thought this, Zheng Buqi felt himself reach orgasm. He gripped the girl's head with his hands, thrusting forcefully towards his lower body, simultaneously arching his back to fully penetrate her throat! After a few intense thrusts, Zheng Buqi trembled as he ejaculated his hot semen, again and again, all of it shooting into the girl's small mouth.

After a while, Zheng Buqi recovered from the afterglow of his orgasm, slightly stretching his stiff body and withdrawing his now limp penis. The girl's mouth remained wide open, a thin, white stream of semen spilling from the corner of her lips, dripping onto the ground, forming a long, thin thread.

Zheng Buqi pulled up his pants, shut the girl's mouth, glanced at her rolled-back eyes, and then gently stroked her eyelids. At that moment, the girl became as peaceful and alluring as if in a deep sleep.

Zheng Buqi lit a cigarette, took a few puffs—it had been a long time since he'd felt this good, truly satisfying!

Satisfied, Zheng Buqi thought to himself as he began cleaning up the scene. He first found the girl's purse lying to the side. Opening it, he found some odds and ends, a red wallet containing a little over two hundred yuan, and no valid identification (because he was too lazy to think of the girl's name, ^_^). But that didn't matter; in a few days, when her family discovered she was missing, missing person notices or a police report would include her photo and name.

Near the curb of the alley, Zheng Buqi found the girl's white woolen beret. This kind of hat suited girls with long, flowing hair best; it looked especially beautiful on them, like the one he had just enjoyed.

Such a beautiful girl, exactly to his liking, was rare indeed; enjoying her only once seemed a waste.

Zheng Buqi tucked his hat into his pocket and returned to the girl's body. He squatted down, first reaching under her armpit to help her sit up, then using his shoulder to support her breasts. The soft, elastic flesh stirred his heart again. With a sudden movement, Zheng Buqi hoisted the girl onto his shoulder. Her lower abdomen pressed against his shoulder, her upper body dangling behind him, her strong thighs dangling in front of his chest. Zheng Buqi patted the girl's full, round buttocks, stood up, and although it was a bit risky, it was worth it to go home and savor the girl's body, enjoying every inch of her soft skin. "

Beautiful lady, come home with me. Although we won't get to eat ribs and corn, I'll 'feed' you well, hehe!"

Zheng Buqi strode off, carrying the girl, and disappeared silently into the night.

[The End]

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