Living Virgin

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That day, the entire world became a world overrun by zombies.

No one knew where it all started; all they knew was that in just a few weeks, the entire Earth was completely overrun.

The reason for this rapid collapse was that these weren't slow-moving zombies, but zombies capable of a 100-meter sprint, even faster than normal humans.

Why could they run faster than normal? Some scholars have said that this is because the zombies' brains have been damaged, their self-protective mechanisms have failed, and their bodies are no longer restrained. They can exert 100% of their physical capabilities, even if their muscles tear or their bones break, they still run at full speed.

Therefore, normal living people have no chance when chased by zombies.

To survive, people must hide silently, hide, and hide some more, absolutely avoiding attracting the zombies' attention. Otherwise, if all the zombies around you charge at you for a hundred meters, you're truly lucky.

My name is Xiaolin, and I live alone in a city teeming with zombies. This is my story…

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Lulin City is a satellite city of Daigao City, nestled on the mountainside.

A satellite city means that many people live in Lulin City but commute to nearby Daigao City for work or other activities. You could say Lulin City is a residential city, mainly consisting of apartment buildings, while Daigao City is an industrial and commercial area.

I quietly moved through the sewers in a corner of Lulin City, listening to the occasional footsteps and groans of zombies coming from the street above, trying my best to remain silent.

I chose to move through the sewers mainly because, surprisingly, there were no zombies there.

Why weren't there any zombies? I think the main reason is that most people wouldn't know to use the sewers, and being unfamiliar with the sewer system, not knowing where it leads or if it's a dead end, they naturally wouldn't dare to venture in easily, preventing the zombies from joining them.

This situation was advantageous to me. I say this mainly because my job after entering the workforce was cleaning sewers…

Now, I've finally arrived at my destination. Before me is an old staircase leading to a round cover at the top.

I slowly climb up, gently push open the cover, and peer through the gap to observe my surroundings.

In the T-shaped fire lane, a few scraps of paper flutter in the wind, and there are trash cans along the walls. Aside from that, there's no sign of any zombies, which is a good sign.

Looking around again, I spotted a green iron gate, the back door of a building—that's my destination.

I officially climbed into the alley, bending low, and quickly walked along the wall towards the door.

Standing before it, I looked left and right again, took out a locksmith's tool from my backpack, and began to pick the lock.

Of course, I tried my best to make no noise.

After about ten minutes, I finally unlocked the door.

I gently pulled open the iron gate, revealing another wooden door inside.

In my experience, this inner door usually wouldn't be locked.

I reached out and gently turned the handle; it opened!

I didn't rush in, but instead pushed it open a crack, carefully peering in and listening intently to confirm the situation.

It was the inner warehouse of a convenience store.

The dimly lit interior was filled with shelves piled high with goods waiting to be stocked—the very items I had come for.

After confirming everything was safe, I slipped inside, closed the inner door, and began searching.

But just as I was about to start looting…

I noticed dozens of empty food packaging boxes in a dark corner, clearly a garbage dump.

My intuition told me I wasn't alone.

I immediately crouched down, pulled out a crowbar from my backpack, and looked for places where someone might be hiding.

This inner warehouse was all metal shelves; there was nowhere to hide, so it must be somewhere else.

I silently approached the wooden door leading into the store, pressing my ears lightly against it to listen inside.

Though very faint, it was clear someone was moving about.

There was even a slight cough.

I listened for a moment, confirming that there was only one person, so I picked up an empty cardboard box, silently stood behind the door, gently pulled open the door, and crouched down to lie in ambush.

The person inside, seeing the wooden door open, exclaimed, "Huh?"

Then, the person cautiously walked over, stood in front of the door, and looked into the warehouse.

However, he clearly hadn't expected someone to break in through the back door, and now he was hiding behind the door, so he didn't look in my direction, only checking whether everything on the dark iron shelves was arranged normally.

He must have been thinking: everything looks normal, except the door wasn't closed properly and opened accidentally?

He reached out and closed the door again.

Just as the door was about to close, I threw the empty box in my hand against the wall in the distance, making a clear thud.

He pushed the door open again, peeked out, and, as I had hoped, finally went into the warehouse to investigate.

I really hadn't expected there to be someone lying in ambush behind the door, so this person had their back completely to me.

I immediately pounced on him and smacked him hard on the back of the head…

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The back door warehouse, mini office, and small toilet, the storefront open to the public—that was the internal structure of the convenience store.

I was certain no one else was there, only the person I'd knocked unconscious. I immediately dragged him from the dark warehouse into the brighter mini office.

On the desk, a small oil lamp was lit, next to a book and several boxes of snacks, probably items from the store he used to pass the time.

On the floor next to the desk, several pieces of clothing were laid out like a mattress; he must have been sleeping and living there.

I pulled him onto the pile of clothes, then turned the oil lamp up high to look at his face.

Sure enough, it was a girl…

probably a high school student, around 16-18 years old.

She had long hair, looked pretty, and had the air of a senior from the arts club—a small beauty.

I didn't know her name, what had happened before, or why she was hiding here. I only knew that I had completely knocked her unconscious; she had a mild concussion and wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

I started searching her, checking her coat pockets. A bag of candy and a can opener were tossed onto the desk.

I unzipped her coat; she was wearing a sweater underneath, so there were no pockets to search.

Moving down, I checked her jeans pockets. A photograph and a thin notebook were found.

The photograph was of her with a middle-aged woman, presumably her mother. I wondered where she was now? Perhaps she was one of their living corpses?

The notebook contained only a few names and phone numbers, the rest being meaningless daily notes like dates, times, and meetings.

These were her connections to her past, which was why she always carried them so tightly.

Well, the search was complete. Time for some serious business.

What business? Take whatever you can, and if there's a woman, go for it… After all, the world has completely collapsed; there are no laws anymore.

How long has it been since I've been with a woman? I can't remember. I just know that judging from her appearance, she might still be a virgin? If so, I've really hit the jackpot!

I pulled up her sweater and immediately saw her ribs; they were incredibly thin, almost touching her skin. She must have struggled for a long time, scrimping and saving, to become this thin. Pulling

it up further, I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, not even a small bra… dark red nipples, bare breasts, probably a C cup, still looking firm.

I grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, feeling like they were filled with warm water, very comfortable. I wanted to play with them all day.

She still didn't react at all, nor could she.

After kneading for a while, I slowly bent down and took her nipple into my mouth.

I sucked, bit, and pulled, even having an urge to bite it off, but I resisted.

By this time, my penis was rock hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I started to pull off her jeans, revealing her white panties and her bare legs.

Her legs were also very thin, and she didn't seem to exercise much, probably because she was cooped up here all day, so she had no muscles.

But that wasn't my concern.

After tossing her jeans aside, I continued to pull down her white underwear, revealing a clump of pubic hair. She wasn't a child anymore.

Because I didn't know how she lived or how she took care of her private parts, I didn't dare to lick them immediately or touch them with my bare hands. Instead, I grabbed a piece of clothing from the floor and vigorously wiped her genitals before pushing her legs apart, taking a small oil lamp, and using it to illuminate her genitals to examine them.

It was... a normal woman's genitals.

Gently parting her labia majora and minora, I immediately saw a slightly wet vaginal opening, pink and very beautiful.

Looking closer at the vaginal opening, I saw a hymen with a central opening! I really hit the jackpot!

This might be the first time I've ever been with a virgin?

I immediately spat and smeared some on her genitals as lubricant, then pulled down my pants, revealing my nearly ten-centimeter-long penis, and pressed it against her.

The glans explored a few times, then with a forceful thrust, it was tightly gripped, and I began to penetrate!

This little virgin had already been deflowered by me, but she still didn't react, stiff as a corpse.

I looked at her face and penetrated her completely, my ten-centimeter penis fully inside, officially conquering a virgin!

Wet, hot, and tight, especially since it was her first time; no other man had ever penetrated her before. This feeling was truly intoxicating…

I squeezed her C-cup breasts and began thrusting, pumping in and out, fucking her again and again.

She responded to my thrusts, her body twitching slightly with each stroke.

Looking at her face, I couldn't help but wonder: What's your name? What kind of past do you have?

Furthermore, I began to feel a pang of tenderness, feeling I should take good care of her, so I reached out and gently stroked her thin face… However, I also knew that I was struggling to survive, how could I possibly take care of her?

I continued to thrust into her, and after a few minutes, I finally wanted to ejaculate!

A hard thrust, and I ejaculated hard inside her, one spurt after another, about ten powerful ejaculations, my sperm beginning to swim into her virgin womb!

Oh… no matter how times change, life should be like this…

[The End]

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