Post-Apocalyptic Korean Female Star Hunter 7-9

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The first night of the apocalyptic Korean actress hunter 1-6

Chapter 7: Falling into hell and narrowly escaping death.

The zombie army was boundless, but the Korean army was still a modernly armed force. Although many units were torn to pieces by the zombie onslaught, they still held their ground at several key locations, ensuring the supply of electricity and uninterrupted communication. After more than ten hours of fierce fighting, the army finally built several solid fortifications. With the dawn, the zombies dispersed like the receding tide. The Korean soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before the red-hot muzzles of their guns had even cooled down, many of the sleepless soldiers collapsed on the spot and fell fast asleep.

The situation in Seoul remained dire. Under the protection of the military, several relatively secure safe zones had been established, ensuring the military's power and communication capabilities. The well-prepared government could also guarantee a food supply for one to two months. However, the lives of ordinary citizens were far from optimistic. Those who had hastily fled were practically penniless; it was a miracle they had escaped the chaos and reached safe zones without becoming zombie food. While the government guaranteed food supplies for the military, the needs of ordinary citizens were not guaranteed. Under the government's rationing system, each person received only two loaves of bread or two rice rolls per day. Water was even more scarce; due to uncertainty about the water source's purity, the government cut off the supply of tap water to prevent secondary infections. Citizens were only allowed 350ml of bottled purified water per day. Housing was even more rudimentary. After designating residential areas, the government neglected them, leaving most survivors to sleep outdoors.

All of this greatly angered the surviving civilians. Despite numerous protests by their representatives, the government not only failed to improve conditions but also deployed troops to monitor the situation, ostensibly to monitor infected individuals among the civilians. The government's actions sowed seeds of distrust among the survivors, which were temporarily buried deep due to the military's violent suppression.

Meanwhile, Seohyun and Tiffany were taken away directly by military helicopters. Because of Choi Gun-mo's atrocities, the soldiers on the helicopters were treated to a good look by their naked bodies. Tiffany's continuously dripping semen further aroused these soldiers who hadn't seen a woman in years, causing them to become quite aroused. The embarrassed Seohyun put her clothes back on the plane, but Tiffany's clothes had already been torn to shreds by Choi Gun-mo. Fortunately, a soldier provided his military overcoat, temporarily covering Tiffany's beautiful curves. After a period of flight, the plane landed in the Seoul government security zone, where several doctors were already waiting and arranged for the unconscious Tiffany to be taken to an intensive care unit.

Outside the ward, Seohyun finally saw Sunny, Jessica, Taeyeon, and the others. The panic, fear, and pain of the past day and night caused the youngest member to burst into tears. Her sisters immediately embraced her, offering comfort. After Seohyun recounted her ordeal with Tiffany, their hearts ached even more, and they wept together again.

Hot, scorching hot, her body felt as if it were in hell, being roasted by molten lava. Every part of her body—bone, hair, cells—felt like fuel for burning. Even unconscious, she felt endless torment. The beast deep within her mind roared incessantly under the intense heat, refusing to surrender, refusing to yield. Even the flames of hell couldn't extinguish the boundless desires within her. Even if thrown into the abyss, she would crawl back, claw by claw. Countless cradles of desire awaited to be filled with women's bodies, and inexhaustible lust would be fueled by the souls of those two little sluts! " I—I absolutely cannot—be annihilated!!!

" With a powerful swing of his arm, Cui Jianmo finally awoke from his unconsciousness. His instinctive swing seemed to shatter something, and he found himself inside a blood cocoon. Stepping out of the cocoon, the sudden impact of the wall startled him. He braced himself against the wall, and it instantly cracked as if struck by a tank, crumbling into dust. Cui Jianmo burst through the wall. Looking at his strong, muscular hands with delight, he discovered that all his previous wounds were gone, not even a scar remained. Even the scars on his body had vanished without a trace. Breaking through the wall, Cui Jianmo felt no pain; instead, a burning urge to scream and run wild filled his body. Looking back, he saw that his shout and the wall-breaking had attracted a large number of zombies.

Cui Jianmo smiled wickedly. The timing was perfect. Moments later, as if a meteor had fallen to earth, a shockwave spread out with a blur, sending blood, flesh, and limbs flying everywhere. Villas along the path collapsed as if hit by a missile, and countless specks of dust were dispersed by the shockwave. Only one tall figure remained standing at the end of the road.
"Hahahaha, Seohyun, Seohyun, Seohyun

!!!

... Sunny took a small step back, replying, "Yes, yes, thank you for your help, Chairman Kim." Seeing that he hadn't succeeded, the old man calmly released his grip: "Hey, you don't need to be so formal. Why don't you come to my place tonight, I'll introduce you to some old friends." Sunny, still smiling brightly, replied, "I should have gone, but you know, Girls' Generation has a lot of performances tonight, so it might not be convenient..." The old man's face darkened, but he immediately smiled again: "Is that so? Well, there's nothing I can do about it. If you need any help, just come to me." He was about to leave when Sunny immediately plastered a "sincere" smile: "Thank you so much, Chairman Kim, take care." As the old man disappeared around the corner, Sunny's smile vanished. "Pah, you old lecher!"

"How was it? Did you get taken advantage of?" Seeing Sunny patting her clothes as she walked over, Kim Taeyeon greeted her. Sunny wrinkled her nose: "No, I'm so clever! That old lecher, what time is it, still thinking about erotic things? No wonder the situation is getting more and more difficult; how can someone like that be the speaker of the council?"

"Stop talking, take a good rest now. There's a performance this afternoon, and we have to rush between shows." Taeyeon turned to look at Tiffany, her face filled with worry. Of all the members, Taeyeon was closest to Tiffany. Tiffany, whose mother had passed away, even called Taeyeon's mother "Mom." The two had their share of arguments and sweet moments, like sisters. The mischievous Sunny suddenly grabbed Taeyeon's chest from behind. "Ah!! Stop it, what time is it?" Taeyeon slapped away Sunny's mischievous hands, scolding her playfully. Sunny, still smiling, said, "Okay, don't worry, Tiffany will be fine. But speaking of which, you seem to have grown a little older, is it because of Baekhyun?" Taeyeon blushed, "Stop fooling around. If you have so much energy, go practice dancing. I won't feel sorry for you if you collapse from exhaustion during the performances." "Yes, yes, yes~ my little devil captain." Sunny ran to the sleeping twins with a playful smile, lay down on Jessica's lap, and Jessica just opened her eyes for a moment before falling asleep again. Taeyeon shook her head, sighed helplessly, and then looked back at Tiffany, who was sleeping soundly with an oxygen machine in the room, and was stunned.

The rest time always seemed particularly short. After resting, the members of Girls' Generation received a performance notice from their manager. Seohyun, who had just woken up, asked about the other members and was told that Hyoyeon, Yuri, and Yoona were performing in the Gangnam safety zone, while she and the others were performing in several military areas of the government safety zone. They would join together in the evening and broadcast the performance live on television to boost the morale and confidence of the remaining people and reassure them.

Leaving aside the Girls' Generation's rush to the event, as the sun rose, many survivors were blocked by the zombie horde. Those who had temporarily taken refuge had a chance; through city-wide broadcasts, they learned of the nearest safe zone and rushed to air-raid shelters and other safe areas. The government wasn't entirely inactive; it deployed a large number of troops to ensure the smooth flow of traffic on main roads and, to the best of its ability, clear out scattered zombie threats. However, areas where crowds had previously gathered remained off-limits to humans. The army was not only powerless to attack, but also faced considerable pressure in defense, constantly using machine guns to clear the surrounding zombies from the defensive walls. If the walls were to breach, endless zombies would sweep away everything like a flood bursting its banks.

Despite these circumstances, many civilians still managed to escape into the safe zone. The government temporarily housed them between the outer and inner protective walls to prevent any asymptomatic virus carriers from mutating after entering the safe zone, which could lead to a devastating disaster. Although the civilians were even more dissatisfied, they had no choice but to accept the arrangement. At the same time, the government faced even greater supply pressure. Although current resources were still plentiful, the civilians' consumption was considerable. South Korea is not a major grain-producing country and relies heavily on imports. During the unrest, production completely halted, making imports hopeless, and much of the country's food supply was blocked by the zombie horde. Only by clearing the roads could food be transported back, which became the military's goal and direction, but they were currently powerless to do so.

Chapter Eight: A Hell on Earth - Parting and Death.

In northern Seoul, a rather scholarly-looking young man was panting as he carried his mother on his back towards the nearest air-raid shelter, as announced over the loudspeaker. Though called the nearest, it was actually several kilometers away. Normally, he could walk there leisurely in a few dozen minutes, but now, with zombies roaming the area, even a few minutes was fraught with danger. He could be killed at any moment by a zombie leaping out, or even become one of the walking dead. The young man was clearly very filial, refusing to abandon his mother, who seemed like a burden, even in this perilous situation. His mother, however, kept urging him to leave her behind and escape alone, saying that she was old and that dying here wouldn't be a big deal.

The young man ignored her pleas, straightened his body, and placed his mother more securely on the ground. He continued walking towards their destination. As if blessed by heaven, the mother and son, though walking slowly, encountered no zombies along the way. Gradually, several other people joined them, clearly having heard the government's announcement and heading to the air-raid shelter. The young man's anxiety lessened considerably, and despite his already panting body, he quickened his pace. Suddenly, panicked shouts came from behind, and several people around him immediately fled. The young man, already out of breath, tried to speed up, but his body warned him otherwise. After two steps, he collapsed to the ground. His mother kept urging him to hurry, but he only wanted to stand up, carry his mother, and continue running. However, he was too exhausted. If he were walking normally, he might have been able to keep going, but now he couldn't even stand up. Seeing a zombie tearing apart a middle-aged woman in the distance filled him with dread. Helplessly, his strength gave out, his limbs ached, and he couldn't get up. This was no different from usual; no one would risk their life to help a complete stranger.

Seeing his inability to help, the young man stopped struggling, embracing his elderly mother. Tears streamed down her face; she no longer urged her son to leave, stroking his dust-covered face, her heart filled with mixed emotions of gratitude and relief, or regret and sorrow. Watching the zombies tear the middle-aged woman apart, their flesh splattering everywhere, the two, though terrified, felt a strange peace at being together in death, a peace they had never known before. Soon, only a pool of blood and skeleton remained of the previous victim. The zombies, drawn to the two, opened their mouths, emitting silent howls and spewing bits of flesh, before charging forward.

The young man pulled his mother into his arms, gently patting her back, as if they were simply resting during a picnic, watching death quietly descend. Suddenly, a blur streaked across the sky, and a zombie flew through the air like a meteor, crashing through the wall of a roadside house. The young man thought he was seeing things, so startled that he didn't even notice his hand stop moving. Then another zombie was knocked into the air, breaking in two before it even hit the ground. The young man focused his attention and saw a figure charging through the zombie horde. Monsters that would be unstoppable for ordinary people were now meat on a chopping block, at the mercy of the blur. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen zombies were wiped out. Even half a limb, flying through the air, sprayed the young man's face with putrid sap, which he quickly wiped away with his sleeve, fearing infection. His mother, hearing the commotion, also looked up and saw this unbelievable scene. Both of them were speechless with astonishment.

After a long while, they realized that the blur was actually a tall young man. After eliminating the zombies, the man calmly walked towards the air-raid shelter. The mother and son thanked him profusely, the mother even kowtowing several times, but the man ignored them completely. The young man regained some strength, quickly got up, carried his mother on his back, and hurried towards their destination. If they encountered this situation again, no one would come to their rescue. Having survived such a calamity, they were indeed destined for good fortune, and they arrived safely at their destination.

At this moment, a long queue had formed in front of the air-raid shelter. A row of soldiers stood guard with semi-automatic rifles, and two heavy machine guns were placed at the entrance to prevent a zombie horde attack and to deter the survivors undergoing inspection, preventing any unrest. On the other side, the disaster victims were undergoing virus testing, the validity of which was unknown. After passing the test, they entered the shelter for disinfection and registration. The queue moved very slowly. Although the disaster victims were anxious, no one dared to risk their hard-won lives to disrupt the order under the intimidation of the heavily armed army. Fortunately, after a day and a night of rampage, the zombie horde seemed to have temporarily calmed down. Apart from a few scattered individuals who tried to charge the crowd due to the attraction of flesh and blood and were shot down by the army from a distance, the whereabouts of the rest were unknown. The crowd moved slowly and orderly into the air-raid shelter.

The mother and son joined the queue. After the recent danger and exhaustion, the young man seemed somewhat weak. The mother tenderly wiped the sweat from her son's face. His filial piety in not abandoning her even in the face of death filled her with pride and comfort. The scorching sun gradually took its toll on the young man, and he fainted. The elderly woman panicked and called out her son's name loudly. The young man's unconsciousness alarmed the surrounding crowd, who feared he might turn into a zombie. The soldiers noticed the situation and immediately dragged the young man away, ready to kill him on the spot if he made any unusual movements. The old woman pleaded with the soldiers to send a doctor to treat her son, but all the doctors were too busy to attend to him. Only a kind young soldier brought some water and biscuits, allowing the woman to rest for a while and give her son some water.

Just then, a dusty Bentley pulled up from a distance, and a well-dressed family stepped out. A buzz of discussion quickly arose in the crowd; someone seemed to recognize one of the men, wearing sunglasses and a mask, as a celebrity. The middle-aged man at the head of the group spoke to the soldiers standing at the entrance, and the soldiers quickly ran into the air-raid shelter. The family waited for a while, and soon a soldier in his forties emerged and led them directly into the shelter. The crowd, though murmuring and somewhat dissatisfied, was powerless to do anything about it. Only the young man in the crowd smiled and licked his lips.

Time seemed to stretch on, but the crowd at the entrance showed no signs of thinning. The unconscious young man remained unconscious, and the woman could only watch helplessly, her heart filled with anxiety. The sunlight dimmed as time passed, and suddenly the crowd stirred, as if someone had discovered something. Then, people began desperately pushing towards the entrance; panic infected the crowd, and many began charging the military lines. In the distance, large numbers of zombies began to appear.

Although the army fired warning shots, it was clearly to no avail. Under the threat of zombies, the panicked crowd desperately tried to rush into the safe bunker. Dying by gunfire was better than being bitten to death by zombies. The army commander had some courage and decisively ordered the civilians to quickly evacuate inside. The army began to block the zombies' advance, but the rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire immediately attracted more zombies. The army had no choice but to tighten its defensive line and try to retreat safely into the bunker.

The approaching zombies left the woman helpless. She kept slapping the young man's face and shaking his body, trying to wake her only son. But the young man's weak body did not wake him in this critical moment. The woman became even more panicked and began to cry out her son's name. A soldier noticed this and, while shooting at the charging zombies, tried to pull the crying woman away. The woman clung tightly to her son's hands and refused to let go. As the zombies drew closer, the soldier had no choice but to forcibly pull the woman up and retreat quickly towards the bunker entrance.

The woman wept uncontrollably, repeatedly calling out her son's nickname, but she was powerless to help. She watched helplessly as her son was torn apart by four or five zombies and disappeared into the horde. Suddenly, everything went black, and all hope seemed to vanish. The gate slammed shut with a bang. Most of the crowd and soldiers had safely retreated into the air-raid shelter; only a few who had panicked and run away lost their chance. The soldiers put down the sobbing old woman, unsure how to comfort her, and could only say, "Please accept my condolences," before turning to regroup. The woman collapsed to the ground, her mind filled with images of her son from childhood to adulthood. She had lost her husband long ago; her son was obedient and sensible, never letting her down. During those difficult years, he was her only pillar of support, excelling academically and receiving scholarships every year. He had already been accepted early to Seoul National University, but fate had once again shown its cruelty, taking away yet another crucial part of her life. All those sweet memories of the past now turned into sharp blades, tearing the woman's heart to pieces.

Chapter Nine: Fried Chicken and Beer - Public Humiliation

. At this moment, the family who had cut in line earlier was talking with the soldier who was receiving them. The middle-aged man in the lead warmly put his arm around the soldier's shoulder and laughed, "Commander Zheng, thanks to your help, otherwise we might have become food for those monsters."
The soldier also responded enthusiastically, "Director Cui, what are you saying? You are a lucky man. Even without me, those monsters probably couldn't have hurt you."

The man surnamed Cui laughed and remained noncommittal, changing the subject, "Come, let me introduce you. This is my wife, and my son..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Your wife is intelligent and elegant, and your son is also very handsome. Oh, isn't this our national goddess of Korea? She is indeed a peerless beauty, and she and your son are a perfect match." It turned out that this was Jeon Ji-hyun and her husband's family, who greeted Commander Zheng one by one. Her husband's family was previously incredibly powerful, a financial magnate with considerable influence in both political and military circles. However, with the current unrest, it's uncertain how much of their past influence they can retain. The fact that Mayor Zheng was showing them some respect is a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune. Under his roof, Jeon Ji-hyun's family tried their best to befriend the division commander for protection.

During their conversation, the group arrived at a room inside the air-raid shelter. Division Commander Zheng led them in, saying, "In these turbulent times, please forgive us. The rooms are simple, but they guarantee safety. Even if the main gate falls, these two rooms will remain secure. Once the helicopter arrives, we'll take you to the better-equipped government safety zone." Director Choi immediately chimed in, "Not at all! Having a private room to stay in at a time like this is already a superior treatment. We wouldn't dare complain. Division Commander Zheng, I, Choi, will remember this favor. I will repay this great kindness in the future." Division Commander Zheng laughed heartily, "Then please rest well. I have some matters to arrange. Please." He then departed.

After Commander Zheng left, the group felt utterly exhausted, so they didn't say anything more and went their separate ways to rest. Jun Ji-hyun quietly leaned against her husband's chest to rest. After a while, her husband, Choi Joon-hyuk, spoke up, "Hyun, I'm sorry you had to go through this." It turned out that Jun Ji-hyun had become a sensation after starring in "My Sassy Girl," becoming the goddess in the hearts of men across the country. At that time, Choi Joon-hyuk was already captivated by the charming yet adorable Jun Ji-hyun in the film, and subsequently pursued her for eight years before finally winning her heart. After marriage, he doted on her immensely. After "My Sassy Girl," Jun Ji-hyun's acting career took a turn for the worse, with each film considered a box office poison. Choi Joon-hyuk, from a prominent family, wielded considerable influence in the entertainment industry. His film "My Love from the Star" propelled the seemingly fading Jun Ji-hyun back to the top of the acting world, and he treated her with utmost care and affection.

Jun Ji-hyun chuckled but didn't reply. She picked up her long, smooth black hair and gently tickled Choi Joon-hyuk's nose with the tip. Choi Joon-hyuk, his nose tickled, couldn't help but sneeze. Seeing Jun Ji-hyun's playful antics, he perked up and reached out to tickle her. Jun Ji-hyun couldn't resist and laughed, begging

for mercy. She then turned back to continue teasing her husband. The two played until they were breathless, experiencing a leisurely feeling they never had before in their busy lives. While the couple played as if in paradise, the widowed old woman was in hell. Utterly despondent, she showed no reaction to the outside world, simply sitting slumped at the door, sobbing softly. At first, several people tried to help the poor woman, but after several unsuccessful attempts, no one dared to try again. Even the soldiers guarding the gate had no choice but to let her go, though their weeping annoyed them.

Time flew by, and the fleeing crowd was quickly tested and disinfected before being assigned to air-raid shelters. However, most didn't receive the same treatment as Jun Ji-hyun's family; they slept on the ground, at most given a large towel for cover, and their food rations were meager—a small packet of biscuits or half a loaf of bread—with only a pitiful amount of water. Most harbored resentment, but in chaotic times, human life was cheap; simply surviving was a blessing, so why bother with complaints? The woman didn't even bother to collect food, nor did she sleep; she just sat there slumped, sobbing. No one paid her any attention anymore. The soldiers gradually adapted to the noise and began chatting amongst themselves, completely unaware of the impending carnage.

After the patrolling officer left, the two soldiers began discussing the Jun Ji-hyun family they had seen that day. "You saw her, right? Jun Ji-hyun."
"Yeah, Jun Ji-hyun is really beautiful. She's a goddess now that she's married." "Don't even think about it. Her husband is a rich man. Ordinary people like us can never have that in our lifetime." "Just kidding. Can I ask her for an autograph?" After three years as soldiers, even a sow can look like Diao Chan. Besides, Jun Ji-hyun was originally a national goddess. The two were discussing intensely when suddenly a blur flashed past them. Two heads flew into the air. The smiles on their faces hadn't even faded yet. The power provided by their hearts made blood splatter all over the wall. The other group of soldiers reacted immediately, raising their guns to fire. Before they could even say "Who's there?", they realized they had lost their target and then followed in their comrades' footsteps.

Cui Jianmo gently wiped the blood from his hands onto his uniform and walked into the cave. As he passed the old woman, he smiled slightly. The woman, who had witnessed the entire scene and was still reeling from the shock, quickly regained her composure. Looking at the empty, blood-stained door of the air-raid shelter, her grief instantly transformed into resentment and hatred. Why had her filial and sensible son suffered such misfortune, while the wealthy received all sorts of privileges? Why could those cold-hearted people survive, while her optimistic and lovely child was denied a proper burial? Hatred propelled the frail woman step by step toward the door, and resentment filled her weak, wrinkled hands with boundless strength. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a star-studded sky. The night had never been so beautiful. Countless zombies surged into the air-raid shelter, which reeked of blood and flesh. But in the old woman's eyes, it was as if her obedient son had come to greet her. She opened her arms to the endless army of zombies and vanished into the monster horde in the blink of an eye.

While Jun Ji-hyun and Choi Joon-hyuk were playing around, a soldier brought them a simple dinner, which they ate with relish. After dinner, with nowhere to go, they lay back on the hard bed in the quiet. The usually playful Jun Ji-hyun suddenly spoke up, "Actually, this is quite good. We're always so busy, we didn't even have time for a honeymoon after we got married. Now at least I don't have to worry about suddenly having to rush to a gig." Stroking her smooth, long hair, Choi Joon-hyuk closed his eyes and said, "Yes, this is your choice. You don't have to be so busy, I can support you." Hearing her husband's words, Jun Ji-hyun pouted, "I don't want to be a pretty face for you to support. I can have my own career too. But I feel like I have enough. How about we have a child once we settle down a bit?" Upon hearing this, Choi Joon-hyuk felt a surge of passion and couldn't calm down. He lifted his beautiful wife's face and kissed her, his hands reaching to undress her. Jun Ji-hyun said in a panic, "Is the door locked? Will Mom and Dad hear us?" But Choi Joon-hyuk didn't care; he only wanted to make love to his beautiful goddess.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Choi Joon-hyuk's face darkened. "Who is it?!" A man's voice came from outside. "The division commander says there's an emergency and you need to come immediately!" Upon hearing that it was Division Commander Jung's order, Choi Joon-hyuk immediately got up, tidied himself up a bit, and went to open the door. Jeon Ji-hyun also quickly straightened her clothes and hair. As soon as Choi Joon-hyuk opened the door, he felt a large hand swing at him. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then everything went black as he lost consciousness. The man walked in and locked the door behind him. Jeon Ji-hyun, who had been tidying herself up, immediately realized something was wrong and screamed for help. The man easily pulled Choi Joon-hyuk up, took out a rope he had prepared beforehand, and tied him up tightly. Even a chimpanzee couldn't move. After positioning Choi Joon-hyuk, the man whistled as he approached Jeon Ji-hyun. Jeon Ji-hyun panicked even more and screamed even louder.

"Save your voice. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law have had their limbs broken and thrown into the hall to feed the zombies. Now it's just the three of us left. If you ruin your voice, how will you moan for your husband later? Hahaha." Cui Jianmo was very satisfied with Jun Ji-hyun. Although she was over thirty this year, her excellent maintenance left no trace of time on her, making her as fresh and beautiful as the "My Sassy Girl" from more than ten years ago. Her beautiful figure further aroused Cui Jianmo's insatiable lust after his mutation. Perhaps Jun Ji-hyun's breasts weren't the biggest, and her legs weren't the longest, but her overall proportions were perfect. Under the pressure of Cui Jianmo's beastly aura, Jun Ji-hyun kept moving backward, but suddenly found herself backed against an iron wall, with nowhere to retreat. Cui Jianmo pulled Jun Ji-hyun's head close, scrutinizing her beautiful face. The fragrance emanating from her body was too much for him to bear. He forcefully took the goddess's lips. Jun Ji-hyun tried to close her teeth to resist his intrusion, but he gently squeezed her cheek muscles, as if her muscles had been snapped by iron clamps, rendering her unable to close her mouth. His tongue immediately swept over her lips, while his hands didn't stop, tearing open her designer top. Even Victoria's Secret couldn't protect her breasts, which fell into Cui Jianmo's hands. With her

mouth and breasts simultaneously violated, the goddess's mind went blank. He vigorously kneaded and pinched her nipples repeatedly with his nails, leaving her bewildered. Her hands could only weakly push him away, but to no avail. After a minute and a half of wet kissing, he finally released his ravenous kiss, but his hands didn't stop. The full, elastic breasts didn't quell his desire; instead, they fueled his urge to possess her completely. He pulled down his pants, and a thick, hard penis immediately sprang out. The swollen, dark shaft was covered in veins, leaving Jeon Ji-hyun, who was always pampered by her husband, completely at a loss. The man even kept letting it bounce on the goddess's face, saying, "Give me a good blowjob. If you satisfy me, I'll spare your husband's life. Otherwise, I'll throw him to feed the zombies!"

Despite her reluctance, the goddess could only stick out her delicate tongue to satisfy Choi Jun-hyuk's evil desires, enduring the stench and disgust as she licked the thick, long penis. It was unbelievable that South Korea's national goddess was kneeling and licking a man's penis, but the man was not satisfied. "Lick it properly! Pay more attention to the glans and the slit. Hasn't your husband trained you? Don't use your teeth, take it in your mouth!" Good heavens, Choi Jun-hyuk doted on his wife, and the two spent very little time together. Even when they made love, he always indulged Jeon Ji-hyun. How could he let his goddess lick his penis? Cui Jianmo, however, was extremely impatient. He shoved Jun Ji-hyun's head down, and his thick, long penis pierced her mouth, the foul-smelling glans even penetrating her esophagus. Cui Jianmo continued to thrust in and out of the goddess's mouth, each time going all the way in. Jun Ji-hyun's soft throat was repeatedly assaulted by the purplish-red glans. The foul stench made Jun Ji-hyun want to vomit but she couldn't, and snot and tears streamed down her face. Cui Jianmo showed no mercy. "How is it? Is this fried chicken delicious? I heard you like fried chicken and beer the most? Come on, let me satisfy you! Here comes the beer!" He then urinated into the goddess's mouth!

Yellow urine shot out from the goddess's mouth, his thick penis completely occupying her mouth. The large amount of urine forced Jun Ji-hyun to drink it all. An unprecedented sense of humiliation filled her heart, and tears streamed down her face.
After urinating, Cui Jianmo pulled out his even harder penis. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jun Ji-hyun cried and vomited, expelling some urine and acid. Cui Jianmo, however, wouldn't let the weeping goddess go. He grabbed her hair, threw her back onto the bed, tore open her denim skirt, and before she could even react, pulled down her panties, creating a slit. Before Jun Ji-hyun could prepare, his penis plunged in. A hot, tight sensation enveloped his genitals. Jun Ji-hyun felt as if her lower body was being torn apart by the thick penis; the pain made her cry out, "Husband! Save me, husband!" Cui Jianmo completely ignored the woman's cries, only knowing to thrust forcefully. His penis repeatedly entered and exited her alluring pink vagina, the flesh colliding with a resounding slapping sound, as if keeping time for the goddess's cries.

"Ah! You little slut, you're even wet! How does it feel to be raped in front of your husband? How does it feel? Let your Professor Do come and save you! Where's that alien?" Cui Jianmo thrust in and out relentlessly, his long, throbbing member slamming heavily against the goddess's clitoris even before it was fully inside. As the man continued his relentless exploration, the goddess began to secrete vaginal fluid to relieve the pain. She even felt a tinge of pleasure with each thrust, her cries gradually turning into moans, further fueling the man's lust. He thrust even harder, the rhythmic sizzling sounds growing faster and faster. Unconsciously, the goddess wrapped her beautiful legs around the man's waist, seeking even more pleasure.

Just then, Choi Joon-hyuk woke up, finding himself tightly bound. In his dazed state, he was only surprised and didn't understand the situation. Choi Geon-mo, however, was sharp-witted. Upon realizing that Jeon Ji-hyun's husband had awakened, he chuckled, picked up the goddess, and began thrusting into her from behind, displaying her front to her legal husband. "Your husband's awake! Let him see how beautiful you are, how sexy you are!" Jeon Ji-hyun instantly became fully awake, struggling more violently than ever before, but unable to escape Choi Geon-mo's iron grip. She screamed, "No! Let me go! Husband, don't look at me! No!" Choi Joon-hyuk also woke up at this moment, finding his goddess being repeatedly penetrated by a strange man. A huge penis stretched her alluring vulva until it was swollen and about to burst, with constant squelching sounds. His eyes widened in horror, and he struggled desperately to fight back, but he couldn't move and could only watch as his wife was repeatedly raped by a stranger.

Changing positions, under the influence of gravity, the man's thick, monstrous member penetrated even deeper. Between Jun Ji-hyun's spread legs, her alluring vulva moved in and out repeatedly, sometimes even piercing her clitoris and reaching her uterus. The national goddess screamed and babbled incoherently, "Husband, don't look at me—don't look at me! I'm being penetrated—my pussy is being penetrated—it's so deep!!!" Amid Jun Ji-hyun's lewd words, the man, as if in defiance, thrust his hips even more vigorously, bringing the woman to orgasm after orgasm. Choi Joon-hyuk shouted curses at the man who was thrusting so hard, but the man ignored him, instead raising the woman's vulva so Choi Joon-hyuk could see more details of his wife's rape, even the large amount of white foam coming out of her vulva. Choi Joon-hyuk felt like he was going to vomit blood, but this lewd live sex show made his genitals swell and become engorged with blood without him even realizing it.

During the relentless thrusting, the deep penetration even caused a bulge of his penis to appear on Jun Ji-hyun's stomach. Choi Jianmo noticed that Jun Ji-hyun's ears had become congested and red, so he bit down on her cute little fleshy tip. This seemed to stimulate the goddess's G-spot, and an unprecedented orgasm descended upon Jun Ji-hyun as the man bit her. The man felt as if the goddess's vagina was breathing, constantly contracting and squeezing his lower body. In the midst of the orgasm, Jun Ji-hyun still cried out in shame: "Don't look, husband, don't look at me... Ah!!!! I'm coming---I'm coming--------I'm coming again---" The pleasure of raping his wife in front of another man's husband, combined with the contraction of Jun Ji-hyun's tender vagina, made Choi Jianmo feel extremely comfortable. With a heavy thrust, he pierced the goddess's flower core. "I heard you want a child?! Then let me satisfy you!! I'll shoot you to death, you little slut! You're such a tight little slut, I'll shoot it all into you!"

A full gush of white fluid overflowed every space within her flower, and as the penis withdrew, the mixture of vaginal fluid and semen gushed out due to Jun Ji-hyun's orgasm, splattering all over her husband's face. Choi Joon-hyuk could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of black blood and collapsing to the ground. The remaining semen flowed out, dripping onto a large puddle on the ground, but Choi Joon-hyuk didn't let go of the already dazed Jun Ji-hyun, instead focusing his attention on her clitoris, which contracted in sync with the goddess's swollen vagina.

He inserted a finger into her trembling anus, and the goddess snapped back to reality, panicking, "What are you doing? No! Please, no..." Cui Jianmo chuckled, "Your husband is so useless, and you've been married for so long, yet your vagina is still so tight. I bet your backdoor has never been opened. Today, I'll have my way." He then inserted a second finger, slowly widening the space. The goddess trembled even more violently, pleading with the beast to let her go. After the third finger's probe, the man's powerful hands placed Quan Zhixian's beautiful body on his penis, the glans gently rubbing against her cute little anus. He asked, "Ready for a second deflowering?"

"No—" Before Quan Zhixian could finish speaking, Cui Jianmo pressed down hard with both hands, thrusting his hips forward, and his thick, long penis was halfway inside. "Ah!!!! It hurts so much! Husband, save me!" The enormous penis tore through the small daisy, and a few drops of blood slowly flowed out, staining the back half of the penis red. The pain made Jeon Ji-hyun beg her husband for help, but Choi Joon-hyuk, who was coughing up blood, could only watch helplessly as his wife's virginity was being violated. Choi Joon-hyuk was very dissatisfied with only half-insertion, and pressed down with all his might, immediately inserting it to the root. The pain made Jeon Ji-hyun, who wanted to open her mouth to scream, unable to make any sound, only gurgling syllables. Choi Joon-hyuk showed no mercy, and began to thrust in and out with all his might again. The newly opened daisy gave the man a tighter touch than the vagina in front, so he couldn't help but thrust even harder. Jeon Ji-hyun fainted twice, and was awakened by the intense pain in her anus. She was too weak to even cry out, and could only let the man brutally enter and exit her. Although she kept falling into and out of consciousness, her body still subconsciously wanted to squeeze the penis out of her anus, which gave the devilish man an unparalleled tight pleasure. This pleasure almost caused the man to lose control of his ejaculation several times, forcing him to stop temporarily.

He changed positions many times and wantonly deflowered Jeon Ji-hyun in front of Choi Joon-hyuk. Jeon Ji-hyun was even too weak to cry out in pain and could only tremble weakly. Cui Jianmo, however, still didn't let go of the national goddess. He bit down on the artery in her neck. Jun Ji-hyun launched a final struggle. Under the pressure of his muscles, her small anus began to tighten forcefully, bringing Cui Jianmo unparalleled pleasure. His sharp teeth instantly tore through her delicate flesh, and a large amount of blood filled Cui Jianmo's mouth. After swallowing several mouthfuls, he still spurted out a pool of blood. Jun Ji-hyun resisted fiercely in the face of death, but unintentionally caused Cui Jianmo to lose control of his ejaculation. A thick stream of male essence was ejaculated into the national goddess's anus. The goddess, who had lost too much blood, could no longer struggle and collapsed. Soon after, she even lost control of her bladder and urinated. He threw the gradually cooling female body back into her husband's arms. Her anus, which had been forcibly stretched open by Cui Jianmo's penis, was like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity and could no longer close. Semen mixed with blood slowly overflowed from the egg-sized opening of her anus, mixing with the semen flowing from her vagina, creating a poignant and beautiful scene.

Temporarily satisfied, Cui Jianmo opened the door and went out. Inside the air-raid shelter, it was truly a living hell. Even those armed with modern weaponry, who believed they were safe inside the shelter, were powerless to resist when surrounded and attacked by a horde of zombies. Some even died in their sleep under the claws of zombies. Countless cries filled the hall. Watching a group of zombies rush into the room, the former national goddess was torn apart and bitten, and in moments became a bloody mess, Cui Jianmo chuckled and turned to leave.

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