Retribution is inevitable.

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War, wherever there are humans, there is war. Driven by differing values among individuals, groups, and even nations, or by greed for resources, wealth, power, and beauty, war is ever-present.

War sweeps across the land, bringing death, desolation, and countless corpses. Orphans and widows are left helpless, the weak are left without support, and endless slaughter remains. The war will never cease until the last enemy is eliminated.

Countless resentments, regrets, and hatreds overwhelm the land, like dark clouds obscuring the sun and moon, never dissipating. The

rise and fall of a ruler often coincides with the downfall of another. The weak are met with endless tyranny and persecution. Power changes hands constantly, greed and aggression continue unabated. Forests are bare, rivers are devoid of fish, animals are reduced to bones, and the human heart is filled with only evil.

Wandering ghosts, evil spirits, and demons roam the land...

Lady Sisi stood on the desolate ground littered with withered bones and howling wolves. This place had once been bustling, but now all liveliness was gone, replaced by the aura of death. Countless forces had fought over this land, the weak had been slaughtered, and all their wealth looted. Wandering ghosts roamed the land, seeking revenge.

A thousand-year-old tree stood there, its branches broad but bare of leaves; its bark had been stripped bare and eaten.

Yet, Lady Sisi loved this scene. She loved this feeling; she was accustomed to dark clouds obscuring the sun and moon, to a desolate land, a land devoid of life.

Lady Sisi seemed to be carried by the night breeze from the Luo River, her pink robes billowing in the wind, exuding an indescribable elegance. Gazing down at the clear stream, she was composed and serene, her cold, cruel gaze emanating from her slanted phoenix eyes. A deep, magnetic voice, both feminine and alluring, flowed from her bewitching red lips. Her dance was unparalleled in its beauty and grace, her seductive movements endless .

She danced gracefully atop a withered branch atop a thousand-year-old tree, the rarely seen moon serving as a backdrop, the howls of wolves as background noise.

Her long, jet-black hair flowed freely without wind, adorned with jewels. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, sharply defined as if sculpted by a knife, her eyebrows like paintings, her skin radiant and jade-like, possessing an extreme femininity and allure. Her

deep, slanted phoenix eyes were captivating. With a sway of her hips, her entire body began to move rhythmically, her hands constantly rotating above her head in various dance poses, her slender waist seemingly boneless, capable of easily folding and twisting.

Facing the bright moon, Lady Sisi admired its rare glimpse. Her slender, jade-like hands caressed her graceful neck, her head lifted

, her hair flowing like a fan. Beneath her high, straight nose, her alluring red lips parted, her long, pointed tongue slowly extending, revealing an excited, bewitching gaze as she licked her lips that had captivated all beings and brought chaos to the world. Her hands spread out, her long, flowing sleeves dancing in the wind, her jade-like head swaying slightly, her jet-black hair billowing in the air.

A deep, unfathomable feminine aura emanated from her, her slanted phoenix eyes revealing a cold and ruthless gaze. But in this chaotic world, wasn't it only those like her who could survive?

Lady Sisi murmured, "Uh…hehehe…oh…hehehe…hehe ah." Lady Sisi stood atop a thousand-year-old withered tree, her hands behind her back. The slender, swaying branches supported the red embroidered shoes on her long, beautiful legs. She quietly admired the pale moonlight, countless thoughts beginning to entwine in her mind, and the glint in her slanted phoenix eyes finally found a brief moment of calm.

After the brief calm, what will happen next?

She watched, she listened, she anticipated, and she yearned endlessly.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Chapter Two: The Trap

Armored corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the battlefield after the smoke of battle, a scene of starvation and utter devastation.

A gentle breeze blew, and the heads of the skeletal remains were suddenly blown off, rolling to the ground.

Countless vultures circled overhead, calling and hovering. Some vultures on the ground searched and hoped, still finding a trace of flesh among the countless soldiers' remains.

Dusk covered the land; the fields yielded no harvest, people and livestock were nowhere to be found, yet the war continued relentlessly, one battle after another—battlefields with thousands of soldiers, battlefields with tens of thousands, battlefields with hundreds of thousands.

The wind howls, the wilderness stretches endlessly, and countless fallen soldiers lie abandoned on the battlefield where they once fought. Their bodies are collected by vultures, hawks, and wolves—but not by their king.

Countless broken, unusable, and burned chariots, their lingering smoke and acrid smell, accompany the fallen.

The victors of war use war to satisfy their desires: annexation, expansion, slaughter, burning, rape, and cruelty—never ceasing.

The losers, defeated, are annihilated, plundered; everything they once possessed is no longer theirs, even they themselves vanish into nothingness.

Heavy bodies, drooping eyelids, blurred vision, parched lips, hands gripping the hilt of a sword, the tip repeatedly plunging into the mud and rocks of their path.

The blood that stained the blade has long since dried; the samurai sword, having fulfilled its wartime mission, has become a soldier's crutch.

Shiro crawls out from the pile of corpses; he is a soldier. Looking desperately at the aftermath of the war, his vision blurred, his tattered bamboo armor still clung to his body, revealing countless knife wounds.

Shiro used his sword as a crutch, limping slowly forward, muttering, "This precious sword was forged for the nation, perfected for the emperor; destined to live and die for the nation."

Two tears streamed down his face, leaving streaks. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and he looked up at the wild eagles circling him in the desolate twilight.

Just like before, several eagles that had followed Shiro swooped down from four directions, intending to kill him to ensure their own survival—a task they had performed countless times. Just as they

were about to close in, Shiro's katana suddenly flashed with lightning speed, scattering feathers from the eagles' bodies as they fell to the ground.

The wind from the swordplay ruffled Shiro's bangs, revealing a gaze even more piercing than the eagles', before vanishing in an instant.

Seeing their comrades killed, the surrounding eagles scattered and flew away. The blade, embedded in the mud, struggled to support his heavy body as Shiro gasped for breath.

"I'm not dead yet... my flesh isn't for you to eat..." he cried. Looking at the corpses of his comrades, riddled with arrows and clad in tattered bamboo armor, and at the enemies, their expressions of terror, regret, and pain were palpable.

Not far away, countless eagles pecked at them, emitting vile cawing.

A rumble of thunder echoed in the sky. Shiro looked up; dark clouds had filled the sky. After several deafening claps, a torrential downpour began. The eagles had long since flown away; only the abandoned bodies of fallen soldiers remained. Shiro was soaked to the bone.

Watching the eagles fly towards a bamboo forest, Shiro quickened his pace, walking step by step in that direction.

In a dense bamboo forest, seemingly out of nowhere, a woman clutched a bag of mushrooms she had gathered, fleeing. Three soldiers, resembling bandits, chased after her, their laughter maniacal.

The terrified woman was quickly overtaken and surrounded. The bag of mushrooms she had painstakingly picked fell to the ground, scattering the mushrooms.

A panicked voice cried out, "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." The bandits chuckled, "Heh heh...heh heh...heh heh...where do you think you're going...hahaha..." Surrounded by the three bandits, the woman screamed, cried out in despair, and pleaded for help.

She tried to run towards an opening, but her movements were no match for the bandits' speed. One of them rushed forward, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her into the air.

The bandit who had seized the woman seemed to be the strongest. The remaining two bandits who surrounded her didn't dare to be too unrestrained before their leader finished, only craning their necks to inhale the faint fragrance emanating from her body. The

pale red robe of the ordinary farm girl was greedily caressed by three pairs of foul hands. The woman's body inside the robe writhed stiffly, accompanied by the wild laughter of the three men and the woman's cries, which drifted into the distance.

The large hand that gripped her slender waist moved upwards, reaching her two soft breasts, inhaling the alluring scent of her flesh. A huge lust ignited in the hearts of the three men.

The woman was held against the leader's chest, her two smooth, white breasts being constantly fondled and squeezed by him. The slender waist of the ordinary farm girl inside her pale red robe twisted and struggled incessantly. The skirt was torn, and her fair, slender legs were forcefully spread apart.

The leader's face was sometimes buried in the woman's black, coiled hair, sometimes licking and sucking her face and slender neck with his tongue. Then he roughly tore aside the coiled hair, which suddenly cascaded down like a waterfall.

The bandit said, "It's been so long...so long...not tasted meat...hahaha...ha...little beauty...little beauty...you'll have to satisfy the three of us today...hahaha..." The woman's panicked voice cried out, "No...no...ah...don't..." The leader sat on a large rock, feeling his erect penis sandwiched between the woman's buttocks. His penis throbbed excitedly as if greatly stimulated. The woman's panties were torn and discarded to the side.

The other two men laughed filthyly and cruelly. One of them spread one of the woman's legs into an M-shape, exposing the woman's most mysterious and precious private parts to the eyes of the three men from different perspectives.

Judging from the woman's words and actions, she was weak and timid. After struggling for a while, she exhausted her strength, leaving only powerless, painful, and shrill cries.

Her pale red robe was torn to shreds, revealing glimpses of her beautiful, white flesh beneath, which enhanced her beauty and intensified the three men's sadistic desires.

Between her long, white legs, which had been forced apart, a patch of white flesh was visible, revealing her secret private parts. It turned out the woman was a "white tiger" (a woman with no vulva), her rosy labia constantly writhing as if in fear. Beneath her fleshy buttocks was a long, thick penis—the leader's.

The bandit said, "Hey...you two lackeys...this beauty's lower body...isn't it alluring..." The leader, holding the woman's beautiful back and buttocks, couldn't see the condition of her lower body and asked his two lackeys about the beautiful sight below.

The bandit soldier said, "Beautiful...so beautiful...I've never seen...such fleshy flowers before...hehe...it even moves...hehe...do you want our boss's Great Southern Kingdom?" A panicked woman's voice wailed, "Waaah...waaah...no...no...no...waaah...ah!" The woman was already exhausted and weak-willed, only able to cry helplessly, her struggles growing weaker and weaker.

Her breasts were mercilessly squeezed and manipulated, waves of pain washing over her. Her weak twisting and struggling only aroused the boss who was holding her, his physical reaction growing stronger. His thick, fleshy root was constantly being actively and passively rubbed against the round buttocks beneath his slender waist.

A panicked woman's voice cried out, "You two... hurry up and help me suck out her... juices... I want to fuck her..."

The bandit said, "Hehe... Boss... you really are a man who knows how to cherish women... haha..."

Seeing the man's grotesque face approaching between her legs, the woman helplessly cried and struggled weakly. Suddenly, the man's tongue licked her private parts, and the woman's face flushed even redder. She turned her head away, her long hair obscuring her face, crying weakly, in pain and screaming.

Smelling the fragrance of the woman's most precious place, the bandit's face pressed against her vulva. The contact between his dirty face and the woman's fair and tender skin felt like a delicacy to him.

His long, smelly tongue kept trying to penetrate her petals, arousing the woman's shameful feelings. The unconscious movements of her pressing against the boss's beautiful back and fleshy buttocks fueled his lust.

The occasional friction between her fleshy buttocks and his long penis brought intense pleasure to both of them.

The woman's face, previously hidden by her long, flowing hair, suddenly rippled with a spring-like allure, spreading like waves across her jade-like features.

Her pale red robes were torn to shreds, revealing most of her fair skin. Every inch of her skin was being caressed, her long legs held in a M-shape, spread across her round, fleshy buttocks. Waves of pleasure surged from the licking of her lower body.

The heavy rain had long since stopped, and the bamboo grove was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. The air was damp and fresh, and as the setting sun watched, the three men roared with excitement, while the woman's powerless, shameful struggles and cries echoed throughout the area.

The woman's alluring fragrance grew stronger, and the three men's sadistic fervor intensified. The moon slowly took over the sun's role, climbing to the top of the sky.

Three men sat cross-legged on a large rock, embracing the woman's almost naked, fair body. His thick penis was pressed against her round, bare buttocks. One man's face was pressed against her genitals, licking them incessantly, while another grabbed her long, white legs, touching and licking them.

Waves of stimulation finally aroused the woman's love juices. When they came, they were astonishing. Large amounts of love juices were continuously sucked out and swallowed by the men.

The bandit said, "Ugh...ugh...so much...so much water...sweet...ugh..." The bandit said, "Good job...now that the water's come...get away from me...it's time for me to enjoy my feast...hahaha."

The leader kicked away the man who was sucking and licking between the woman's legs, then punched the man enjoying the woman's beautiful legs to the ground. Both men were in the throes of passion and neither was willing to back down. They got up, ready to fight back against the leader.

The bandit said, "Damn it...you two want to rebel, huh...I'll kill you both today...hmph."

Another bandit said, "What the hell kind of boss are you...you only care about yourself...abusing us...you've taken all our food and drink...we'll take you down today...and then we'll make this beauty our...wife."

The bandit said, "Come on if you dare...stop talking nonsense...if you can kill me, that's your skill...I'm afraid you don't have that...skill...come on...come on all at once..."

The three were already on the verge of battle. The leader, his thick, hard penis pressed against the woman's round buttocks, rubbed against her a few times, his hands grabbing her waist and breasts hard. Then he pushed her onto the grass. The woman cried out "Ah!" and rolled a few times before collapsing onto the grass, sprawling.

The three men picked up their katanas, their stances sharp, and slowly approached. They were all battle-hardened soldiers, and they knew each other well; in this matter of life and death, none dared to be careless.

The woman, through her long, disheveled hair, quietly observed her face behind it. Her face was devoid of any fear or panic, as if watching a play—a spectator's fascination with three men fighting over her. A perverse excitement surged within her, and her lower body began to spasm inexplicably.

The woman thought: (Wait…wait…this weather…is perfect for watching a play…to build up the mood…to breathe the same air as them…)

Of the three, the leader was the tallest and strongest, with the greatest martial arts skills. The other two were only average, so they would need to work together to kill him. However, all three were filled with fear.

The bandits exclaimed, "Ah…!"

The two exchanged glances, raising their katanas, and charged at the leader. The leader's strong body bulged with muscles that gleamed black against the backdrop of countless scars.

The bandits cried out, "Hah…ah …!"

The leader swung his katana, longer than both of them, to meet the two swords head-on. The blades clashed, and the two men's hands went numb with pain, almost dropping their swords.

The woman's delicate oval face was partially obscured by her flowing hair, but her slanted phoenix eyes gleamed with excitement. The thrill of a man risking his life for her was exhilarating, so incredibly thrilling. Her long, straight, white legs trembled and clamped together even tighter.

A long, sharp red tongue, dripping with saliva, slowly extended from behind her hair, sensually licking her burning lips.

The woman thought: (Slowly...slowly...time is fading...my beauty...is separated by distance...receiving a message of melancholy...)

Seizing the moment when the two were distracted, the leader swiftly rushed forward, delivering a shoulder charge that sent one flying, while simultaneously slashing the other's face with his katana.

The man who had been thrown crashed into a large rock, his head split open and he died instantly. The man struck in the face by the leader's blade had his head cleaved diagonally in two, the upper half slowly sliding down and rolling onto the grass.

Watching the two men's gruesome deaths, their bodies stained crimson with blood, the leader's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile, the moonlight reflecting off the blade.

The bandit leader roared, "Fighting me... only death awaits... Ahahaha... Hahaha... Hmph... Hahaha!" He plunged his long, bloodstained katana into the grass beside him, spread his incredibly strong arms, looked up at the pale moonlight, and laughed maniacally. His gaze slowly shifted to the beautiful woman crawling on the grass.

The woman had watched helplessly as her leader killed two men, and in terror and exhaustion, she crawled desperately on the grass, trying to escape, her face filled with fear and panic, screaming hysterically.

The leader watched the woman's writhing body on the grass, his erection growing even harder. In his eyes, the woman didn't seem to be fleeing for her life, but rather seducing him.

The leader, smug and self-satisfied, placed one hand on his hip and the other on his erection, his eyes flashing with malice as he stared at the woman crawling on the grass, at her swaying waist and the undulating waves of her round, fleshy buttocks. He gritted his teeth, making a ferocious expression.

The bandit said, "Run...where can you run to...in this chaotic world...a woman...can only survive by relying on a strong man...don't you understand?"

The woman cried, "Ah...ah...help...don't come any closer...get away...let me go...don't touch me..."

The leader slowly removed all his armor and clothing, leisurely watching the woman crawling on the grass, like a limping little white rabbit fleeing for its life. The leader gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching occasionally, revealing deep scars.

The cowardly woman hadn't crawled far when the leader quickly caught up, pouncing and pinning her beautiful back, ready to conquer and possess her.

The man stuck out his foul tongue, licking the frightened woman's face with a crooked expression. He grabbed her wrists above her head with one hand, and with the other, he gripped his penis, inserting the head into her buttocks, searching for the entrance, the entrance to her body, the door he wanted to enter her.

The woman cried out, "Ah...ah...let me go...no...no...don't...ah...waaaah..."

The bandit said, "Struggle...keep struggling...do you even know...that your only destiny and mission as a woman is to be with me...with strong men...to have your body fucked by them...to bear them daughters...and then teach them to serve their fathers when they grow up...is that all a woman can do? Ah? Ah?" The woman had exhausted all her strength and could only cry incessantly. She no longer had the strength to struggle or resist. The bandit leader was extremely pleased that the woman had calmed down, so he could accurately find the mysterious entrance to this beauty's lower body and insert himself into her tender flesh to possess, conquer, and abuse her.

His penis aimed at the woman's soft and lubricated entrance and relentlessly thrust into her body. The woman let out a shrill and helpless cry, but it still couldn't awaken the bandit leader to abandon his evil deeds.

The leader grabbed the woman's weak, struggling waist and lifted her into a kneeling position. His large, scarred hand, missing two fingers, caressed her smooth, undulating back. He grabbed her long, black, cloud-like hair that reached her hips and yanked it.

The woman's face was pulled back in pain, her delicate features illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming down her tear-streaked face. Her phoenix eyes, narrowed and squinting, wept as she struggled to break free.

The bandit said, "Damn...so good...this body is better than the best...whore's...flesh...it's so fucking tender...so fresh...and smells so good!" The leader gripped her struggling waist, so slender under his large hands, as if he could snap it with a single pull. Suddenly, his half-inserted member forcefully parted her soft, white buttocks, cutting through all obstacles, and plunged deep into her body. Her slender waist trembled violently from the stimulation.

The woman cried out, "Oh... Waaah... Don't... No... You can't... Waaah... Waaah..."

The bandit soldier replied, "What can't I do... I... I'll do whatever I want... In this world... Aren't all those emperors, generals... bandits, and mountain tyrants doing the same thing? You keep saying they're evil and you're good... They do evil... You do good... So what is good? Do you understand? Do you understand? Good is being weak and cowardly... Being killed and ruled is the fate of good... Those evil people... Oh... Including me... Look... Aren't we living just fine? We have food to eat... We have drink to drink... If we want women to sleep with, we just grab the most beautiful ones... Hmph... You now..." "Isn't it under me... being fucked by my long gun, your most precious body?"

the bandit said. "Women are just cheap...women are born to like strong men, aren't they? Hmm? Ugh...ugh...damn...so good...your flesh inside is so good at squeezing...ah...ah...I'm going to cum..." Her

delicate, slender waist connected to her round, upturned buttocks endured the constant thrusting and pounding of the long, fleshy root, like chasing after the man's scent, enduring the man's attacks again and again. This attack was simultaneously taking place in the woman's mind and body, bringing both humiliation and pleasure. Some women are born with and enjoy a sadistic mentality; such women are often born with a seductive nature.

Her long, straight, fair legs knelt on the grass like a lamb nursing its mother. A long, fleshy root thrust fiercely between her two semi-circular buttocks, wave after wave attacking the woman's flesh. The man wanted to conquer a place within her body, the cradle that nurtured him—her uterus. This mysterious organ became the initial cradle for nurturing and giving birth to men, and also the ultimate destination for men pursuing women. For men have an innate desire to return to the place that first nurtured them, deep within the woman's body. Men constantly yearn to return to this place; the uterus is the final resting place in a man's heart.

The woman's lower body tightly clung to the invading, long root, gripping it with reluctance, squeezing it with unwavering desire, yearning for the man to ejaculate his reward within her. When the man ejaculated his hot semen into the woman's lower body, she felt a scalding pleasure.

The woman cried out, "Ah...ah...ah...no...can't...shoot...can't...inside...please..."

Two round, full breasts swayed in front of the woman kneeling on the grass. A pair of large hands grabbed them and twisted them forcefully. Her serpentine waist bent and stretched repeatedly as if trying to escape.

The bandit said, "Ah...wow...whether I can ejaculate inside your hole...is up to me...you have no say...your body is my property...I can fuck you whenever I want...hard...hard...fuck you...ejaculate inside you...insert your flower bud...until it's pierced...poke into your uterus...my home...ah...ah...I'm ejaculating...ah...so good..." The leader suddenly flipped the woman's body over, so she was lying on her back, his penis still inside her. The leader leaned down and pressed down on the woman, his strong chest rubbing hard against the woman's pair of tender, white, and full breasts. His big mouth stuck out his smelly tongue and licked the woman's throat. His lower body pressed hard between the woman's long legs, his buttocks muscles twitching incessantly. Strong streams of smelly semen shot into the woman's lower body, pressing against her flower bud, ejaculating against it.

The bandit said, "Oh...so good...so fucking good...what's your name?" "Ugh...um...ya...ya...ah...ya...I...uh...uh..." The bandit said, "Get me the semen you want...that's the divine water to help you procreate...use your womb to suck me hard...suck my root...ah...such intense pleasure...ah..." Aya groaned tremblingly, her snow-white arms tightly embracing the man on top of her. Her beautiful body trembled under his violent thrusts, complex tears streaming down her face. She tried to lift her slender waist to meet the man's fierce thrusts.

Aya's weak body was forced to receive the semen of the man pressing down on her. Waves of semen reached the end of her body, pressing against her clitoris. Semen kept shooting out of the man's body and into her womb.

The extreme pleasure made the man ejaculate continuously, losing himself in the moment. The woman beneath him suddenly became passionate, her long, white legs clamping around the man's waist. Her slender waist moved beneath him, her round, pert buttocks swaying rhythmically, urging and enticing him to ejaculate again, controlling and intensifying the force of his thrusts.

Unseen by her, her lower body was filled with a swarm of fleshy folds, tightly gripping his penis. Various barbs grew from these fleshy folds, scraping against his shaft. The man, experiencing unprecedented stimulation, passionately kissed Aya's red lips, his lower body pressing firmly against her thighs.

Aya, aroused, stroked the man's head, back, and buttocks with her slender hands, savoring his scent. The pressure of her long, white legs clamping around his waist increased, to the point that the man felt pain.

The soldier said, "Hiss...hiss...Aya...where do you get...strength...you're squeezing me so hard...oh...so good..."

Aya's expression had changed completely, becoming extremely seductive and wanton. The man continued to ejaculate inside her.

Aya said, "Don't you like this... Don't you men like women who are a little slutty... Ah... It's so hot... Your semen... It feels so good to me..." The bandit said, "Ah... Oh... Your... mouth... is sucking so hard... It feels like all my semen is going to be... sucked dry... Ah..."

Aya said, "It's hot... Keep it hot... It's hotter... This isn't enough... I want more... Harder... Yes... Hit the flower center... That's the cervix... Insert... Pound... Go in... Oh... Go in... Inside my body... Take it hard... A woman's uterus... Wants to be occupied by a man... Isn't the uterus the cradle of a man... Go back to the beginning..." The man saw that he was ejaculating continuously and realized that something was wrong. He was shocked and wanted to break free, but Aya held him tightly, her long white legs tightly gripping his waist.

The bandit cried out, "Ah...you're a monster...ah...you're not human...let me go...ah...ah...waaa..."

Aya said, "I can bring you unparalleled pleasure...and you still ask for so much...ah...ah...essence...a man's essence...I want...I want more...more...hurry up and ejaculate into...this slave...ah..."

The man struggled for a moment before collapsing onto Aya, his face filled with terror, but an even stronger, more intense pleasure emanated from his penis. The man's eyes grew increasingly dim, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Aya gripped the man's waist, controlling his movements as he continued to thrust into her lower body. The barbs on her vaginal canal gradually hardened, piercing deep into the man's penis. A large amount of blood was drawn into the flesh by the channels on the barbs, finally being transported into Aya's deepest uterus.

With a forceful stab of her jade-like legs, she forced the man's buttocks open, cracking his pelvic bones. His penis plunged even deeper into her body, finally forcing its way through her flower bud and into the more dangerous uterus. As soon as the glans entered, the cervix gripped tightly, its opening sharpening like barbs that pierced the flesh beneath.

The uterus seemed to sense the intrusion, its walls clenching tightly around the penetrating glans. The barbs on the uterine walls gently scraped against the sensitive glans, stimulating it to release its last ejaculate.

The man knew he was about to die, but an intense, burning pleasure surged from his glans. His eyes rolled back, his massive, trembling body pressing down on the delicate, snow-white naked woman.

Aya said, "Red heart... blue sky... is the beginning of life... the spring rain that never sleeps through the night... is no longer the same as before..."

The man's essence was immediately exhausted, and Aya knew it perfectly well. Her tender uterus shrank tightly, squeezing out the man's last essence. The soft barbs that had been scraping the glans hardened and pierced it fiercely, like a straw, frantically sucking out the man's blood. The woman's uterus went through a process of constantly expanding and contracting, a state of digestion and being filled.

The flat belly on her snake-like waist swelled and flattened, then writhed incessantly.

A long, purplish-black tongue emerged from Aya's red lips, licking into the man's smelly, messy hair, then burrowing into his smelly mouth and entwining with his large tongue. The long, purplish-black tongue coiled around the man's large tongue three times, then pulled back with immense force, ripping the man's tongue off at the root, and blood spurted out.

A long, purplish-black tongue curled around the man's large tongue, pulling it into her cherry-like mouth. She pursed her sensual red lips, making soft chewing sounds as she slowly savored her boss's tongue. Aya's slanted phoenix eyes flashed with a venomous and infatuated gaze, filled with intense desire.

Electricity crackled and hissed around Aya's body in the void. Bolts of lightning, winding and twisting like tree branches, spread across the void, dividing it into areas of varying sizes before swiftly vanishing. Elsewhere, new lightning bolts appeared, constantly emerging from their source.

Aya said, "How was it...? Isn't my body beautiful? Did you enjoy it?... Uh hahaha... But... you can only enjoy my body once in your life... Uh... Ah... Yaha... My whole body is burning like fire... Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh hehe..." Just as Aya was about to drain the boss's essence one last time, she keenly sensed someone approaching. She listened intently, and after a moment, a seductive smile curved her lips.

[The End]

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