【The Ghost Bride】【Author: footkiller】

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Author: footkiller
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"Mmm...mmm..." The beautiful woman on the screen, her hair disheveled, was being strangled by a black stocking. Her eyes
rolled back, she twisted her neck, struggling desperately, on the verge of death...
I was stroking my own penis while staring at the woman's legs kicking wildly on the screen
...
Two smooth, long, sexy legs, clad in stockings, the sheer flesh color I liked...
I
swallowed hard, feeling my penis hard and hot...
Looking closer, I saw a high heel slip off the woman's left foot, revealing a row of beautiful,
adorable toes. The arch of her foot was curved, forming an indescribably beautiful curve.
In , her elegant instep was taut...
My breathing quickened, and my grip on my penis tightened,
stroking it rapidly...
But then, the damned phone rang at that very moment.
I never thought my old Nokia phone was that loud, but this time it was incredibly annoying.
The irritating ringtone ruined my mood, and I angrily grabbed the phone, about to hang up
, when I saw it was "Groundhog" calling. Guessing his "business" might be showing some progress, I
answered, suppressing my annoyance.
Sure enough, "Groundhog" said he'd just gotten some information and could get his hands on some rare "wet goods."
My spirits lifted immediately.
You see, "Groundhog" had been struggling to find good stuff these past few days.
A while back, some guy called "Flying Pig" or "Fat Pig" had contacted us, saying that if it was good quality
and he was willing to pay a high price, we'd go for it.
"Groundhog" had already received a 20,000 yuan deposit, but unexpectedly, he couldn't find suitable
goods. As time went on, Pig got impatient, constantly urging us, even saying he'd
take the deposit back if we couldn't get the goods soon—his words were starting to become unpleasant.
Naturally, we didn't want to return the money we'd already received. Besides, that money hadn't been idle; some had been
spent on other things, including gambling and drinking. Even if we really wanted to return it,
where would we find the money to cover the shortfall?
Another important point is that "Flying Pig" is a big shot in this trading circle. If
this deal fell through, it might really be difficult for us to survive in this industry afterward.
However, if everything went smoothly and we completed the deal, we would still make
a considerable profit from it.
Pig said he didn't care about the origin of the goods, as long as they were of good quality.
If "Groundhog's" information was reliable, it would be a real lifesaver.
After I listened to his rambling on the phone, I looked back at the computer screen and saw that the beautiful woman on the
screen had somehow "died." Her curvaceous body lay limp on the bed, her stockinged feet being
fondled and manipulated.
The "corpse" would occasionally blink, which
looked somewhat comical. I lost patience and shut down the computer.
I got up, gathered my things, and prepared to meet "Groundhog."
I usually made a living selling seafood at the market, and when I had the chance, I'd team up with "
Groundhog " to earn some extra money.
I won't go into how we got together, but it was a classic case of "birds of a feather flock together." Speaking
of "Groundhog," I heard he used to be a government employee, working for a while in the provincial cultural relics bureau's archaeological team .
Later, he apparently got involved in some kind of cultural relic trafficking case and was imprisoned for a
few days .
Perhaps because the situation wasn't too serious, he was lucky enough not to be sentenced, but he still lost his job and returned to
our small county of Hunyuan as an unemployed vagrant.
However, he didn't give up his old trade of grave robbing; he still occasionally earned
a little money . I don't really know his real name, but I know he got
the nickname "Groundhog" because of his grave robbing skills.
Actually, "Groundhog" didn't always come to me when digging graves. If he just wanted to collect some
gold he would go on his old motorcycle.
He only asked for my help when he needed my "refrigerated truck."
Actually, I didn't have a proper refrigerated truck. It was just a cheap, discarded old vehicle that the government bought cheaply a couple of years ago when they were doing "city beautification projects" and forcing
taxis to be replaced. I removed the meter and partition, replaced the license plate,
and started driving.
Even the roof light on the front of the truck is still there, although the words "Taxi" have been painted over.
People still occasionally wave at me on the street.
The "refrigerated truck" part is because I've further modified this old vehicle,
installing a stainless steel tray in the trunk. When needed, I put crushed ice in the tray's compartments to transport frozen fish and shrimp
.
It also comes in handy when I go out with "Groundhog" to dig for "wet goods.
" "Dry goods" and "wet goods" are our local slang terms. "Wet goods" are actually freshly buried
female corpses, still with flesh and skin, while "dry goods" are just skeletons.
In our area, east to Hebei and north to Inner Mongolia, traditional burial practices haven't completely
disappeared , and the custom of ghost marriages still exists. However, suitable "brides" are limited, making female
remains a scarce commodity.
Some people actually started this business. On the market,
a female could sell for a thousand or eight hundred dollars. The market for "wet" corpses was naturally much better, with
prices varying depending on their condition.
If the female corpse was young, fresh, and somewhat attractive, the price was unpredictable.
And so, "Groundhog" and I got involved, secretly digging up a few female corpses to sell for money
, unknowingly joining this business circle.
At first, we were a little scared, but after doing it a couple of times, we got used to it. Since there was profit to be made...
Our boldness grew, and our grave-digging became increasingly reckless. We'd inquire about any family
within a few hundred miles who had tragically lost a young wife or daughter, and "Groundhog" and I would
flock there like wildcats to a dead fish. Enough of
the digression. Having received "Groundhog's" tip, I quickly got to work.
After , I drove my "refrigerated truck" out the door and headed straight for the "rat's nest.
" "Groundhog" had already done his "homework." Upon meeting, he pulled out his planned "route map
," and I took out the nearly worn-out atlas from the truck.
The map showed that the place was several hundred miles away, estimated to take over three
hours to get there—a bit far, but there was no other way. We'd already dug up almost every grave we could in the vicinity, so we
had to go further afield.
The two of them whispered and checked the route against the map, then
inspected "Groundhog's" pile of professional tools before loading them into the car. Since it was still early, they found a small restaurant, ate their fill, and then set off
.
Along the way, they frequently encountered large coal trucks, so their speed wasn't very fast. "Groundhog" and I
chatted about this and that, and then "Groundhog" started talking about an Italian movie he'd seen recently called something like
"The Horror Show."
In it, a beautiful woman was murdered, her feet sawed off, her chest dissected, and her heart ripped out. Later, he brought up a
French black-and-white film called "Cold Moon," which also featured two pathetic, decadent guys who had desires but no partners, so they turned
to loving a stolen, beautiful female corpse.
As I drove, I casually remarked, "Hmm, if we find a beautiful
gem like this later, you might not dare to get on it, right?"
Unexpectedly, 'Groundhog' seemed a little annoyed by my casual remark, stubbornly retorting,
"I wouldn't dare? You wouldn't dare either!"
I didn't argue with 'Groundhog' any further, turned the steering wheel, and the car left the main road, veering onto a country
lane. The dirt road was bumpy and uneven, and the car started to jolt.
I had to slow down a bit, and 'Groundhog' sat up straight, peering out cautiously
, worried we might accidentally turn the wrong way.
Fortunately, we had planned our route carefully beforehand, and the journey was relatively smooth. After a while, we entered
a small valley. The moonlight was eerie, casting a faint bluish glow on the distant sky,
vaguely outlining the silhouettes of the surrounding mountains. Dark? Occasionally, a cloud would drift by,
casting an indistinct shadow , sending a chill down my spine.
I knew we were almost there, and a strange feeling welled up inside me—a mixture of
nervousness and excitement.
We drove a little further, passing a walnut grove and then an abandoned
brick kiln Finally, our car stopped. "Groundhog" and I looked around, turned the car around, and hid it
in the shadows beside the kiln. Then, like two ghosts, we floated out of the car and landed silently.
The clouds seemed a little thicker than before, and the night air was cool and slightly damp
. The dirt road curved slightly and continued into the distance, ending at a sleeping village
. In the distance, I could vaguely see a cluster of rooftops floating in the wispy mist.
We turned around and went around to the back of the brick kiln. A gently sloping grassy area appeared before us,
with a few scattered trees and some mounds of earth of varying heights scattered beneath their shadows.
I composed myself and followed "Groundhog" towards these mounds. A night owl was
startled and took flight, letting out a shrill cry. It circled above us, flapped its wings, and vanished silently in
a .
"Groundhog" and I examined each mound one by one. Finally, about two meters away from a dead tree
, we found a grave mound covered with fresh yellow soil. Going around to the other side, we saw a crooked stone tablet
, with some ashes in a clay pot in front of it. This was it!
"Groundhog" and I looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then started digging.
To our surprise, the soil behind the grave mound was quite soft. "Groundhog" paused slightly, slightly taken aback
.
Although I wasn't as "professional" as "Groundhog," I also sensed something was wrong, so I stopped digging and turned
to look at "Groundhog."
"Groundhog" glanced in my direction, somewhat uneasy, and said, "It seems we're too late
. This grave... looks like someone's dug it up," and then fell silent.
So, "Groundhog" and I stared at each other, sensing something was amiss, but unwilling to
give up, we remained silent for a while before reluctantly digging again.
The soft soil wasn't too difficult to dig, and after a while, a piece of
black-lacquered wood appeared beneath the soil, resembling a coffin lid.
A glimmer of hope returned to us, and we mustered our strength to shovel the soil around the plank aside, finally revealing the entire top of
the coffin .
But disappointment followed immediately. The lid had indeed been pried open; the coffin was empty
. The beautiful corpse we had hoped for was gone, leaving only a torn garment, an old shoe,
and some dirt mixed with wood chips.
"Groundhog" and I stared dejectedly at the empty coffin, feeling both frustrated and angry.
The night wind chilled us to the bone, but we had no other options. We forced
ourselves to pull ourselves shoveled the lid back on, and carelessly piled the excavated soil back onto the coffin.
Just then, a few barks came from a distant village. "Groundhog" and I, having lost all will to fight, finished
the last two shovelfuls of dirt, quickly packed up our tools, and like two defeated deserters, turned and
ran towards the brick kiln.
With the engine roaring, our car was once again navigating the pre-dawn darkness, finally
swaying back onto the main road. Whether it was the exhaustion of returning empty-handed or the sheer fatigue of the previous
work, I found myself wanting to doze off while driving. "Groundhog" was also incredibly sleepy, so we simply found
a spot to park the car, intending to take a nap and recharge before continuing.
Unexpectedly, we both fell asleep without realizing it. When we opened our eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.
It was indeed getting late, and we wouldn't have time to get back to the fish stall to sell our fish anyway.
I actually felt more at ease. Looking at the map, we saw Shahe Town in Fanshi County just ahead
. After discussing it with "Groundhog," we decided to grab something to eat in town first.
So, we drove to a street near the town's bus station, stopped, found a
shop , ate something, and were about to head back when "Groundhog's" phone rang.
It was that damned "Flying Pig" calling to urge us to deliver the goods. "Groundhog" stammered as he answered the phone;
"Pig" was clearly very impatient
. I could hear his rude voice on the other end of the line.
"Groundhog" seemed to be sweating a little, glanced at me somewhat unsure what to do, waved
his hand , and then turned away, lowering his voice.
I knew "Groundhog" probably thought I was in his way, so I ignored him and went back to the
car . I leaned against the side, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking while
idly looking around. Turning my head, I inadvertently caught sight of a pair of beautiful legs on the curb about twenty or thirty meters away. Yes, beautiful legs—the legs of a young woman
in black stockings and high heels.
"A beauty!" I rubbed my eyes, my gaze sweeping up and down those shapely legs.
I saw a slender, graceful young woman with a backpack slung over her back, leaning forward, seemingly
talking to the driver of a taxi parked on the side of the road.
I craned my neck to look, but could only see her profile. I swallowed, wondering whether
I should go over and "investigate," when I saw the taxi pull away, emitting a puff of smoke.
It seemed they hadn't finalized the fare.
The woman seemed a little disappointed, straightened up again, shrugged her bag, and
looked .
This time, I finally saw her face—a real beauty. I blinked hard
, preparing to open my eyes wider for a better look, but she gracefully walked towards us. In the
blink of an eye, her elegant figure was right in front of me.
"Excuse me, do you have a taxi?" She really wanted a ride; needless to say, my car's
roof light had caused another misunderstanding.
I was about to refuse outright, but then my mind raced, and I swallowed the words back, responding with a soft "Um...
ah..."
With such a beauty standing right in front of me, why not take the opportunity to tease her? You know, we
petty thieves usually try to strike up a conversation with someone like her, but she never even gives us a second glance.
"Oh, where are you planning to go?" I asked absentmindedly, my head drooping slightly as I
glanced down at her legs and feet.
Her high heels made her legs appear even longer and more shapely, and a few cute toes peeked out from
the peep- . The shine of her nail polish shimmered beneath her sheer black stockings, making my
heart itch.
I took a breath, my gaze following her legs upwards, meeting hers briefly before darting away
, then rising again. I scrutinized her from head to toe for a while. Her figure was shapely, slender
yet voluptuous. She wore a shirt that clung to her body, outlining her
curves, her slender waist, and her full, firm breasts confidently pushing the shirt
high.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, black and glossy. Her arms were slender and shapely,
her hands resting in front of her, a camera tucked into them, and a bulging backpack slung over her back.
She wore a short, flared skirt that covered her shapely thighs. Beneath her fair face,
beneath delicate, arched eyebrows, her eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.
She smiled gently at me, a warm and alluring smile. The shyness of a young girl facing
a stranger , but a subtle reserve remained that I couldn't quite define.
I swallowed hard, a sudden thought flashing through my mind: a fresh peach in June
. Yes, she was like a newly ripened peach, the tartness gone, sweet and juicy, yet
still tender and fresh.
"Uh… I want to go… Ah… are you going to Hunyuan?" she asked.
"Oh, you want to go to Hunyuan... You want to see the Hanging Temple there, right... The Hanging Temple is great...
It's the most famous one... Everyone who comes here goes..." I didn't know whether to say yes or no, so I started
rambling on and on.
"Did you just come down from Mount Wutai... Wutai is great too... Um... Um... The Bodhisattvas
on the mountain are very efficacious..." 'Groundhog' had returned at some point, clearly
his mood had been ruined by Pig's agonizing phone call, and he looked quite unhappy.
While I was talking to the pretty girl, he didn't say a word, standing thoughtfully to the side with a gloomy face,
listening I was about to run out of things to say, 'Groundhog' spoke up: "Sure, we'll give you
a ride."
Because of 'Groundhog's' appearance, the pretty girl realized that although our car had a roof light, it wasn't
a taxi . She smiled a little embarrassedly, shrugged her backpack, and was about to leave.
"Groundhog" seemed to read her mind and said, "You're treating us like a taxi
, aren't you? It's alright, we'll take you. It's on our way anyway. We're going back to Hunyuan and just happened to stop here for a bite to eat
. ...
Let's call you guys 'backpackers' now. A few 'backpackers' like you have hitched a ride with
us , and I still have their phone numbers. ... You probably know that the taxis around here aren't
very honest..."
Hearing "Groundhog's" seemingly sincere words, she hesitated a bit.
"Then... how much should we give you...?"
"Money doesn't matter, it's fine if you don't give us anything. We're on our way anyway. If you feel
bad , you can give us something, we can keep it.
" "Then... can I give you...?"
"Okay, thank you, thank you... no need now... we'll talk about it when we get there... get in, get in, put your bag
in the back ..."
"Groundhog" beckoned the beautiful woman to get into our car, then reached out his hand and said, "Car keys, I'll drive."
I thought to myself, "Is 'Groundhog' trying to curry favor with the pretty girl?" So I gave him the car keys and
got into the back seat.
"Groundhog" then started the car, wobbling along the road.
All the way, "Groundhog" was like he'd been injected with adrenaline, chattering away at the pretty girl. It turned out her
name was Zhang Min, twenty-six years old, and she was visiting from Hangzhou.
She used to work for a foreign company, but recently completed her immigration to Australia and quit her job. Before
leaving the country
planned to travel extensively throughout China. A few days ago, she'd been traveling with some friends, but since her friends had to go back to work, she was left alone. Her next stop was
Xi'an, and then from Shaanxi into Sichuan—a long detour.
I had no idea that "Groundhog" could be such a smooth talker. He
talked about everything from the Yungang Grottoes to Feilai Peak, from Wenshu Monastery on Mount Wutai to Liuhe Pagoda on the Qiantang River, from Qiao Zhiyong to Hu Xueyan, and from braised pork
to Longjing shrimp. He talked about everything under the sun, and he seemed to know a lot about it
. He seemed to be having a great time chatting with Zhang Min, and he would often make her giggle.
I sat in the back, listening to them brag, and every now and then I would glance at the rearview mirror, trying to steal a look
at Zhang Min. If my head and Zhang Min's posture were just right, my gaze could fall
inside Zhang Min's collar, and I could just see a little bit of her cleavage. Just as I was craning my neck to find the right angle, "
Groundhog " suddenly changed direction and drove the car onto a side road.
I started to get a little confused. Seeing "Groundhog" driving further and further down the side road, I finally couldn't hold back and said,
"Wrong way, wrong way, this isn't the right road!"
But to my surprise, the moment the words left my mouth, "Groundhog's" expression changed, as if something
had been exposed.
"You guys..." Zhang Min noticed the strange look on "Groundhog's" face and seemed a little nervous herself.
"Groundhog" looked a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped the car.
"I know this is a side road... don't be nervous... do you think I don't know the way?... Well, well
... everyone has to go to the bathroom, you know... I need to find a place, it's not convenient on the main road..."
Whether he was talking to me or Zhang Min, "Groundhog" went around in circles and finally came up with an
excuse . He seemed less flustered than before, but he didn't actually seem desperate to relieve himself. Instead,
he relaxed, leaned back in his seat, and let out a long sigh.
Zhang Min, perhaps realizing she'd been a bit overreacting, smiled sheepishly and turned
away staring out the car window.
"Groundhog" then seemed to suddenly remember his "urgent matter," pretending to open the door and get out of the car.
He walked to a cornfield by the roadside and turned his back. Still a little confused, I got out of the car and
followed him. Looking back into the car, Zhang Min seemed embarrassed, not looking in our direction
, turning her head to the other side, leaving us only with her back.
"You little devil! Why are you talking so much!" "Groundhog" seemed quite annoyed with me for some reason,
pretending to urinate while growling at me in a low voice.
However, I wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, I had a pretty good idea of what 'Groundhog' was thinking, so I quietly
asked, "Don't hide anything from me. Do you want to... take her...?"
'Groundhog' hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh... look... let's just... kidnap her!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it had a vicious tone. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and made a slashing motion in the air.
"This... might not be a good idea..." I said.
"Look...she must have money...you can tell just by looking at her...that camera of hers alone costs
about eight thousand...hmm...what do you think?"
Seeing my silence, 'Groundhog' continued, "If we hadn't made a wasted trip last night, it would have been fine
...but, but that dead pig needs an explanation...it's okay if he doesn't want our goods...
but we still need to scrape together some money, right...she's traveling alone, she must have money...
uh...you think I'm just bored enough to let her ride with me...I only coaxed her into riding with me because I wanted to 'do that'
..."
At this point, I finally understood why 'Groundhog' had been so eager to hand over the car keys
. My heart was stirred by 'Groundhog's' words, but I also felt a little guilty, unsure of
what to do. Feeling uneasy, I asked 'Groundhog', "...Now?...
Here?"
"Groundhog" glanced around and said, "No, a car's coming."
Perhaps sensing my wavering resolve, he added, "Let's go back first, let me think about it... uh
... don't worry about it... just listen to me when the time comes."
Then, he turned and stared at me for a long time until I reluctantly nodded,
before turning back to the car.
And so, "Groundhog" and I, each with our own secrets, returned to the car. "Groundhog" turned the car around
and drove back to the main road. To hide my unease, I pretended to doze off, sitting
there silently.
Zhang Min, oblivious to the impending danger, continued
to , reminding me of the little rabbit in the fairy tale about to fall into the tiger's mouth.
While stealing a glance at "Groundhog," I noticed he was driving, chatting idly with Zhang Min
, and seemingly restless, glancing nervously at both sides of the road as if searching for an opportunity to strike.
There should have been several secluded spots along the way, but today, for some reason, there were always people
or cars around, and we were almost at Hunyuan territory.
"Groundhog" and I still hadn't found a chance to strike, and my resolve began to waver. I shifted
restlessly in the back seat, as if a thorn had suddenly sprouted from it.
Just as I was getting increasingly agitated, "Groundhog" had unknowingly driven around twice and stopped in
front of a small courtyard.
When I looked out, I recognized it as "Groundhog's" den.
"Groundhog" parked the car at the gate of the yard for a moment, and after checking that no one was around, he drove the car into the
yard
and stopped. He turned to Zhang Min and said, "I live here. I have some things in the car that I need to put down first. Come in, rest for a bit, and have some water. I'll give you a ride to the bus station later, or I can take you directly to the foot of the mountain."
"No need, no need, I've already troubled you. I'll find a ride to the mountains myself when we get to the station,"
Zhang Min replied, picking up her backpack and getting off the bus with us. 'Groundhog' opened the door and let Zhang Min in
, giving me a wink. I went to close the courtyard gate first, and then went into the house, standing guard at the door.
The room right inside the door was 'Groundhog's' "workshop," piled with
"treasures" he had dug up. A somewhat worn but large desk stood against the wall, with several enamel plates and several glass bottles
filled with ...
Zhang Min frowned at the messy state of the room, and 'Groundhog' quickly explained, "I do...
archaeological work, yes, archaeological work... so there are these junk things... I'm sorry, the room is a bit messy
, please excuse the mess..." Zhang Min didn't say anything, picked up a bronze mirror on the table and looked at it, then seemed to look at the bottles and jars on the table
with some curiosity . Seeing this, "Groundhog" quickly added, "These are all chemicals. They're used for cleaning and protecting surfaces ... uh... let me try it and see. This is especially good for cleaning silver." As he spoke, "Groundhog" picked out an old silver dollar from the clutter on the table, dipped a small piece of cloth into a jar, and rubbed it all over the dollar. Then he poured some water into an enamel basin, rinsed the dollar, and handed it to Zhang Min. The previously grimy dollar was indeed much brighter. Zhang Min tilted her head, looked at it in the light, and a look of admiration appeared . "Groundhog" rolled his eyes and said, "There's still some oil on it. If you wash it off completely, it will be even shinier. " "Oh? What do you use?" Zhang Min asked curiously after hearing "Groundhog's" words. "Use this." 'Groundhog' casually picked up an old towel from the table, then took a brown glass bottle and poured some liquid into an enamel dish. He put the bottle back, and a faint, sweet smell wafted through the air—the smell of chloroform. I knew 'Groundhog' had chloroform, which he usually used for cleaning, but seeing him take it out now , I immediately guessed what he meant. I tensed up, standing there blocking the doorway, my eyes fixed on 'Groundhog's' hand as he gripped the old towel and pressed it into the enamel dish. I felt my heart slowly rise, but to my surprise, "Groundhog" did n't make any rash moves. Instead, he seemed to be staring thoughtfully at the empty white wall behind Zhang Min... Seeing "Groundhog" staring at her back with a puzzled look, Zhang Min turned around , somewhat bewildered. Just then, "Groundhog," like a lizard suddenly springing into motion, reached out and grabbed Zhang Min's shoulder. His other hand swiftly rose and pressed the towel against Zhang Min's face . Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Zhang Min reacted too late; "Groundhog" had already covered her mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked towel. She clearly realized the danger and began to struggle desperately, arching her back and kicking her legs, trying to break free from "Groundhog's" control, her elbows jabbing backward in an attempt to retaliate. "Groundhog" was naturally much taller and stronger than her, but with her struggling desperately, trying to control her body and prevent her from moving, while also ensuring the towel was on her face, he was starting to falter. I then realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward, sandwiching her between I stretched out my left arm and grabbed her waist, then with my right hand, I grabbed her left wrist, which was flailing wildly in the air. Taking advantage of my grip on her waist, "Groundhog" freed his left hand, shifted his position, and tightened his hold on her from behind, shoulder to neck. Now, she could no longer twist her neck to avoid the chloroform-soaked towel; she could only helplessly utter "uh, uh" sounds from her throat. But she still refused to give in , making futile efforts, trying to escape at the last moment. Of course, we wouldn't give her any chance to break free. Although she struggled with all her might, she was, after all, just a delicate young woman, and certainly no match for the two of us grown men. The chloroform-soaked towel was pressed tightly against her nose, and it quickly took effect. After a moment, the strength of her struggles began to gradually weaken. Although she was still twisting her body unwillingly, there was no hope of escaping. Finally, her body straightened up one last time, and then, as if all her strength had been drained, she went limp. "Groundhog" and I took the opportunity to lay Zhang Min's body down on the ground. "Quickly find a rope or something to tie her up, and we also need to find something to gag her." I urged "Groundhog" impatiently . "Groundhog" didn't answer, but grinned at me wickedly, then gestured for me to take the chloroform towel and continue pressing it against her face. He stood up and went to the next room to rummage through drawers and cabinets looking for something. When he came back, I saw he was holding a roll of rope and a few strange-looking things . Although I only recognized the gag, I guessed the others were probably SM props. I didn't expect 'Groundhog' to have these . I looked closely at the items 'Groundhog' had taken out and guessed the purpose of two of them . The thing that looked like two long leather gloves joined together was definitely for binding her arms , and the other was a similarly shaped but larger pair of "pants" that only covered the lower half, which was probably for securing her legs. But there was one thing I couldn't figure out at first: several long and wide straps were hooked together, with two small leather loops connected by buckles hanging from them. Zhang Min was completely incapacitated by chloroform and wouldn't wake up for a while, so I confidently removed the towel from her face, stood up, and righted the chair she had kicked over.

Looking back at her, I saw her lying limply on the ground, her arms raised and outstretched at her sides
, as if in surrender. The two buttons on her chest had snapped off during her struggle. Her long neck
was slightly turned to one side, revealing her beautiful collarbone, which formed a shallow dimple where it met her neck. A patch of
white breasts was visible through the open fabric of her clothes.
Her bra was a light pink that evoked allure, with intricate and delicate lace trim
, quite sensual. Her two well-proportioned breasts were round and full, white and delicate, proudly
standing tall against the bra, forming an incredibly alluring valley between them that evoked a complex and indescribable feeling.
Her waist twisted slightly, and her short skirt warped as she struggled, revealing
the lace trim of her thigh-high stockings. Her two shapely legs were bent, knees crossed, in a
slightly unnatural yet elegant pose. Her left high heel had been kicked off during the struggle, and half of
her right shoe had come off.
"Groundhog" squatted down beside Zhang Min, grabbed her blouse with both hands
, and roughly pulled it off, snapping off the remaining two buttons. Then, he used one hand to slightly lift her body
, and with the other, he tore and pulled off her shirt.
He then laid her down again, turned around, unzipped her skirt, grabbed the hem
, and yanked it up to her bent knees. He then took a step, casually removed
the shoe still half-on her right foot, and straightened her legs.
Then, grabbing her skirt and pulling it down over her legs, Zhang Min
was left only with her bra, panties, and stockings. After
removing the cumbersome outer garments, "Groundhog" stood up, took a breath, and picked up the "leather
gloves." Understanding the situation, I went over and flipped Zhang Min's body over, helping "Groundhog" fold her
arms behind her back.
Her limp body was like cooked noodles, like a dead person, allowing us to manipulate her. We put
her arms inside the "gloves," tightened the middle strap, and Zhang Min's arms were
firmly fixed together.
An added, pleasant effect was that her breasts stood out even more, and I couldn't resist reaching out
and touching her two round, full breasts.
Next, "Groundhog" pried open Zhang Min's mouth, revealing her white,
neatly teeth and a moist, pink tongue behind them. A thought flashed through my mind: "I wonder
how good her oral skills are?!"
Before I could react, "Groundhog" had already deftly stuffed the gag into her mouth
, then tied the two straps attached to the gag behind her head, adjusted the buckle, and with a pull and a
snap, had obediently fitted her with the "gags." He then turned her body back over.
I reached for the "pants" and offered them to "Groundhog," but he glanced at me, waved his hand
without taking them, and instead took the thing I couldn't figure out its purpose.
Not knowing its purpose and unable to help, I just tilted my head and watched.
Then, "Groundhog" wrapped two leather straps, each about two inches wide, around Zhang Min's shoulders, and then passed
two more straps under her armpits, crossing them behind her back and connecting them to the two straps that had been wrapped around her
shoulders .
Next, "Groundhog" picked up a leather loop, looped it around one of Zhang Min's feet, and then up her leg, looping it
between her thighs. After adjusting the tightness, he looped the second leather loop around her other leg.
Seeing this, I immediately understood the purpose of these things—these two loops were a set with the suspenders
. As long as the hooks were used to connect the loops on her legs to the straps on her body,
her legs could only be obediently spread apart and could not move around. If
the angle , the length of the suspenders could be changed.
However, we were in no hurry to connect the loops on her legs to the suspenders. Instead, we first brought over the chair
, then pulled Zhang Min up and helped her sit down.
Still under anesthesia, her body swayed and was somewhat unresponsive. "Groundhog" and I
tried two or three times to steady her, using the chair back to support her spine and placing her
clasped hands behind the backrest.
Then, I held her shoulders to prevent her from falling off the chair, while "Groundhog" unrolled
the rope, wrapping it several times to secure Zhang Min firmly to the chair . After securing her, we lifted her legs, connected the buckles on the leather straps to the metal rings on the straps, and adjusted the straps drooping
to her chest , her thighs spread wide by the leather straps , her legs dangling in mid-air, forming a large "M" shape – the posture making her look exactly like a frog with its hind legs spread apart. "Alright, everything's perfect now!" 'Groundhog' said, making final adjustments to Zhang Min's straps. He then straightened up , took a step back, and, like an artist admiring his newly completed work, tilted his head, a , looking smugly at Zhang Min, who was strapped to the chair with her legs spread and head drooping. After a while, he reached out, pinched Zhang Min's chin , lifted her head from her chest, and looked her over from side to side. Then he turned her face to one side, his fingers sliding down her neck, lingering on her collarbone for a moment, before moving down further, brazenly kneading her two beautiful breasts. Then he released his grip, turned around, and pulled Zhang Min's backpack over to the side. 'Groundhog' and I searched Zhang Min's backpack thoroughly, finding various items in typical of "backpackers'" gear. A pair of German-made binoculars, a Japanese-made stainless steel water bottle, a raincoat, an aluminum trekking pole with extendable length, a small box containing some medicines, a compass that can display temperature and altitude, which also looks like a high-end German product, a flashlight, and a large folding military knife.

I casually pulled out the blade of the folding knife to examine it. The blade was over three inches long, gleaming with chrome plating on both sides
. I tested it; it was indeed very sharp.
Looking into the backpack, I found a pair of non-slip shoes inside a plastic bag, with a crumpled pair
of cotton socks stuffed inside—they looked like she'd worn them. I picked them up and smelled them; they still carried a faint scent of her sweaty feet.
I glanced back at the peep-toe shoes she'd taken off and tossed aside, thinking, "These girls are so
vain . They bring both high heels and flats to change into on a trip; aren't they worried about the hassle?"
Turning back, I reached under her backpack and pulled out another package containing her underwear, then several
pieces of clothing, followed by a small plastic bag containing a pack of sanitary napkins and two new pairs of
stockings.
To our surprise, we finally pulled out a palm-sized plastic box from under her backpack
. Opening it, we found a heated massager inside!
Besides the backpack, she also carried a small handbag containing her ID, phone
, keys, a makeup box, a tube of lipstick, a small notebook, a bag of dried plums with only a few pieces left
, and one important thing—her wallet.
"Groundhog" snatched her wallet, turning it over and over, squeezing it before finally opening
it. To our disappointment, although her wallet looked bulging, it
didn't contain much cash.
After counting all the money, there were only about 500 or 600 yuan, two old train tickets
, a few crumpled receipts—basically useless stuff—and five or six cards tucked into the side
pockets of the wallet.
"Groundhog" somewhat dejectedly stuffed a few bills back into his wallet, then took out the cards that were tucked into the wallet's
inner pocket , examined them one by one,
and put the useless VIP cards from beauty salons and shopping malls back in, only holding the two useful bank cards in his hand.
Then, he dragged over a chair and sat down facing Zhang Min.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Min's eyelashes fluttered a few times, then she groggily opened her eyes
, slowly raising her head. A look of surprise flashed across her face; she tried to move
, but found herself firmly strapped to the chair.
When she tried to speak, she discovered her mouth was gagged, only able to utter weak and indistinct
sounds. Her surprise turned to anxiety, and after a few futile attempts to move her body,
she found her legs dangling awkwardly in mid-air.
Her anxious expression was instantly mixed with shame. She let out another soft "hmm," a flush rising
to her face. After twisting her neck and shoulders a few times, she helplessly gave up resisting.
When she looked up at us again, her eyes held anxiety, shame, anger
, a hint of regret, and two other words—fear.
"Groundhog," seeing she was awake, abruptly stood up, as if checking the effectiveness of the restraints.
With his hands behind his back , he slowly circled the chair, turning his head to stare at her, perhaps
satisfied with the "inspection. "
"Groundhog" adopted a more composed demeanor, sitting back down in his chair. He tilted his head,
squinted , and looked at Zhang Min for a while before slowly speaking, "Hehehe... I'm really sorry...
We brothers just happened to run into some trouble and needed to get some money... I didn't expect Miss Zhang Min to come to us on her own initiative...
Hehe... We're really destined to meet... Hmm... I think you know what to do, right?"
As he spoke, "Groundhog" held out Zhang Min's two bank cards in front of her.
Zhang Min glared at "Groundhog" resentfully, then futilely twisted her body, making indistinct
"woo... woo..." sounds.
"Groundhog" chuckled again, got up, and walked behind Zhang Min. He loosened the gag strap behind her head
slightly, allowing her tongue a little freedom, but she couldn't spit the gag
out. Zhang Min was naturally very uncooperative, twisting her head vigorously, but in the end, she had no choice but
to comply .
With a gag in her mouth, she mumbled curses at me and "Groundhog." Although I couldn't hear clearly, I could
still make out the words: "...bastards...you can't escape...I know where you are."
Her last half-sentence sent a chill down my spine. I looked up and saw that "Groundhog's" face had also darkened. Although
Zhang Min immediately realized that her last sentence was a fatal mistake and stopped talking, it was too late
. I saw Zhang Min twist her body as if in regret, and a look of panic flashed across her face.
"Groundhog" looked up at me again, a fierce glint in his eyes, but he didn't
immediately lash out. Instead, he put on an act of complete indifference.
Finally, he tugged at the gag strap, took a couple of steps, turned back to Zhang Min, and grinned maliciously, saying,
"...Hmm...Not bad, shout, shout as loud as you can, no one outside can hear you...Hmph...What do you want to say? Say it,
we're waiting to hear...You think your voice is ugly, huh...It's okay...As long as you can hear the numbers
...Quick, tell me, what's the password?"
Zhang Min looked at 'Groundhog' with a vicious gaze, and mumbled a few more curses. 'Groundhog' snorted again
, stretched out two fingers to pinch Zhang Min's cheek, and grinned, saying, "You still don't want to say, huh...That's fine
...I can give you some time to think about it...However, our patience has its limits...Don't be stubborn
...Hmph."
Then he turned around and sat down in the chair again.
Looking at Zhang Min again, she had a gag in her mouth. When "Groundhog" had pinched her face
, a trickle of saliva had dribbled down her chin, forming a large drop before falling onto
her breast.
She seemed somewhat humiliated, lowering her head and turning her face away, appearing stubbornly silent. However,
her slightly trembling shoulders and heaving chest clearly revealed her inner tension.
Whether genuinely unhurried or deliberately putting on an act to increase Zhang Min's psychological pressure, "Groundhog"
remained unhurried, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, taking a puff, then deliberately pursing his lips and
slowly exhaling, blowing smoke into Zhang Min's face.
Then he reached out his left hand and placed it on Zhang Min's right knee. Zhang Min shuddered as if a cockroach had crawled
on her , but there was nothing she could do but close her eyes and frown, enduring the 'groundhog
's' hand groping her leg.
The 'groundhog's' hand caressed Zhang Min's leg through her stockings for a while, then slowly slid down her
calf, stopping at her ankle. He played with Zhang Min's delicate ankle for a while, his fingers sliding over her smooth
heel, and finally grasped Zhang Min's right foot.
Zhang Min's face showed a hint of humiliation as she helplessly watched the 'groundhog's' hand holding her foot.
The 'groundhog' grinned wickedly, holding Zhang Min's foot tightly, not only holding on for a long time but also pretending to
sniff her toes. He placed his half-smoked cigarette on the ashtray, freeing
his right hand to curl two fingers and deliberately tickle the sole of Zhang Min's foot.
Zhang Min's delicate soles were naturally quite sensitive, and she shuddered again, desperately trying to suppress the sensation from
her feet and trying to control her rapid breathing. She couldn't help but let out muffled "
gurgling" sounds.
Her legs, suspended in mid-air, twitched uncontrollably from time to time, her ankles twisting futilely yet earnestly
, her alluring toes wriggling and curling beneath her stockings, as if expressing
intense disgust for the "groundhog's" hand.
Seeing this, I stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Min's other foot, playing with it.
"Groundhog" and I were playing with Zhang Min's feet, making her twist and turn, panting heavily
, almost unable to take it anymore. But she still stubbornly refused to reveal the password. "Groundhog"
sneered and said, "...You won't tell, huh...Don't you feel a little unsatisfied, huh..."
Then he pinched Zhang Min's toes through her stockings, grabbed her right ankle with one hand, and
moved up to her thigh.
Zhang Min twisted her body again, looking at "Groundhog," wondering what he wanted to do.
"Groundhog" resumed his "calm" attitude, slowly reaching his hand
to the leather band that was binding Zhang Min's thigh, then using two fingers to pick up the thin stockings and pull them down little by little.
Not long after, the stockings that had been fitting snugly on her legs began
to loosen around the ring, and above the ring, the lace trim of the stockings gradually
moved downwards under the pull of the "groundhog. "
More and more of Zhang Min's fair and smooth thighs were revealed, until slowly, the lace trim of the stockings was completely hidden
under the leather ring.
The "groundhog" stopped, grabbed the stockings that were already wrinkled around the ring with both hands, and pulled hard
. With a soft "whoosh," the lace trim of the stockings was pulled out of the ring
and down to Zhang Min's knees.
The "groundhog" then switched handles, grabbed the lace trim of the stockings, and pulled it down along Zhang Min's slender calves
. Finally, with a gentle lift, Zhang Min's fair foot was completely exposed.
"Groundhog" shook the stocking she had just removed from her foot, turned around and put it aside. Taking advantage of
this moment, I stepped forward, picked up her bare foot, and touched the sole. The soft pads of her
foot warm and comforting.
I looked down at her foot; it was long and shapely, neither too fat nor too thin,
with a beautifully curved arch. The delicate veins on the sole
were faintly visible , adding to its mystique.
Her five exquisitely sculpted toes were of varying lengths, each one charming and neatly arranged
, their tips forming a smooth arc that defined the beautiful outline of the forefoot.
Her ankles were slender and long, the transition between them and her calves natural and perfect. Delicate ankle bones jutted out gracefully from
either side , and her rounded heels looked firm and sturdy, the natural indentations formed by her well-defined Achilles tendons
adding a touch of sensuality.
Her insteps were rounded and upright, her toenails neatly trimmed and painted with colorless, transparent polish. A soft, shimmering
light reflected off them, creating a mesmerizing glow, and the gaps between her delicate toes were alluring
.
'Groundhog' turned back, leaning slightly forward, staring into Zhang Min's eyes, and said in a sinister tone,
"Hmm?...Speak...are you going to talk or not...?"
Zhang Min shifted her body, turning her face away, her eyelids drooping, remaining silent and unresponsive, as if
she hadn't heard 'Groundhog's' words.
"Groundhog" seemed a little annoyed and became impatient. He grabbed her hair and said in
a harsh voice , "Still not being honest... um... let's see if you'll talk or not..."
Zhang Min couldn't help but groan in pain. Her head was pulled to one side by her hair, her neck twisted at an odd angle
, her mouth, which was filled with a gag, was wide open, and her expression became somewhat ferocious, but she still persisted
and did not give in.
"Groundhog" pulled Zhang Min's hair back and forth a few times, then angrily shook his hand off, gritted his teeth
, and viciously pinched Zhang Min's chin, as if that would squeeze the code out of Zhang Min's mouth.
"Speak up!... um?... otherwise..." I chimed in from the side, while holding the beautiful foot in my hand
, I picked it up and took the half cigarette that "Groundhog" had placed next to the ashtray.
Zhang Min's chin was still being held by "Groundhog," her face turned to the side, glancing at me with a sidelong look that seemed to
be able to curse me out with just her eyes.
I also felt a surge of inexplicable anger.
"You son of a bitch... I'll teach you to talk..."
I spat, then grabbed Zhang Min's bare toes with one hand and twisted them towards the instep
, while pressing the half-smoked cigarette against the sole of her foot with the other.
Zhang Min shuddered from the burn, and the strange cry that came from her throat
was only half-squeezed out by the gag in her mouth, a "woo-woo" that sounded like some kind of animal howl.
"Speak!" Before she could catch her breath, "Groundhog" choked on the sound beside her. She endured the pain
, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her nostrils flaring as she panted, but she still wouldn't let go.
I was getting impatient, so I tossed aside the cigarette butt I'd already stubbed out on the sole of her foot and took her...
I grabbed the folding knife, pointed it at her nose, and threatened her. I almost couldn't resist pouncing on her and slashing her face.
Zhang Min cowered, staring at the sharp blade. Although she was still trying to hold on, stubbornly refusing to utter a sound
, a hint of despair crept onto her face.
However, that fleeting look of despair on her face gave "Groundhog" and me a jolt of energy
. We looked at each other, knowing that her surrender was only a matter of time!
Don't be fooled by her seemingly unyielding demeanor; she wasn't actually that strong.
She just knew that even if she revealed the code, we would
most likely not let her go.
The moment we got the code would be her doom. Only by stubbornly refusing to confess
could she temporarily save her life.
Understanding this, I felt my previously anxious heart relax considerably. I seemed to regain
my patience, so I sheathed the knife, took a step back, and sat down in front of her again.
Seeing this, "Groundhog" became even more composed. He casually went to brew a pot of tea, poured a cup for me
, then poured one for himself. He sat down, sipping his tea while glancing at Zhang Min, deliberately adopting a
posture of circling without making a move.
She clearly sensed our change, but unsure of our next move, she
became anxious, her face paling, her chest heaving, her breathing tense, her body trembling
slightly . Her eyes darted around us uneasily, a lingering fear and panic in them.
Seeing this, our confidence grew. If things continued like this, she would surely give in eventually
. However, how long she could hold out depended on how strong her nerves were.
I drank a few more sips of water, put down my cup, and casually picked up Zhang Min's "little gadget." This
thing could both vibrate and heat; it seemed to be of good quality. I flipped the switch to test it.
Sure enough, the thing started trembling. I turned the temperature up to the highest setting and tried it again. It gradually heated up
, eventually becoming quite hot to the touch. I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Min, only to see that her expression, besides
the fear and despair from before, was now mixed with a hint of shame and annoyance.
The "Groundhog" heard the vibration and turned around. Seeing the interesting toy in my hand, it reached out and
took it. After playing with it for a while, it seemed to have come up with some mischievous idea. It stood up, gave Zhang Min a strange
smile, and stepped forward.
I roughly guessed what the "Groundhog" was going to do, and muttered to myself, "This '
Groundhog ' is really naughty." Then I crossed my arms, leaned back in my chair, and
watched with interest.
The "Groundhog," holding Zhang Min's vibrator in its right hand, stood in front of her, looked her up and down
a few times, and then slowly reached its left hand between her legs.
Seeing the vibrator in "Groundhog's" hand, Zhang Min probably guessed what he
wanted to do. She felt both ashamed and angry. Her face, already pale from fear and tension, flushed red again
. She twisted and turned in the chair, her legs, though immobile, struggling to move
. Her eyes were filled with helplessness, and she mumbled,
"No…" Her voice trembled with tears, but all of this did nothing to
stop "Groundhog's" actions.
Zhang Min let out another muffled "Mmm…" as "Groundhog's" hand grabbed
the lace trim of her panties, pulling and tugging until he had removed the last shred of clothing covering her.
Because of the M-shaped leg bindings, "Groundhog" could only pull her panties down to
the middle of her thighs, just above the leather band, but this was enough to reveal her "mysterious area
. "
Zhang Min's legs were spread apart, her panties pulled down halfway, forming a horizontal "8," stretched
tightly, leaving a dent on the outside of her fair thighs. Before I could take another look at her private parts
, I heard Zhang Min cry out, "Oh..." as "Groundhog" had already inserted the vibrator into her
vagina.
Zhang Min had been in that embarrassing position with her legs spread apart, and having her
"little secret" discovered by two strange bad guys was already incredibly shameful and indignant. Now, with something inserted into her body,
the humiliation was unbearable. To make matters worse, that thing was throbbing there, and it was gradually
getting warmer.
Zhang Min tried her best to endure it, but her willpower couldn't suppress her instinctive physiological reaction. The effects of
the vibrator quickly became apparent. Zhang Min gradually lost control of her breathing, her breath
became rapid, her body trembled slightly, and she began to moan uncontrollably.
She groaned softly, "Mmm... Ah..." As time passed, Zhang Min's endurance
gradually dwindled. She clearly realized she was slowly sliding towards the brink of collapse, her face increasingly
showing despair, and her eyes filled with tears.
Perhaps it was the rising temperature of the little thing inside her, for fine
beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Min's forehead, and her crotch was soaked. Two soft, white mounds of flesh were writhing there
, and with each movement, some juice squeezed out from the gap between the two mounds of flesh and that thing.
"Oh...ah...it's hot..." Zhang Min bit down hard on the gag in her mouth, another strand of saliva
spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her breathing became heavy, and the blush on her face had already
extended to her collarbone. Her body twisted more violently, starting to twitch uncontrollably, causing
the chair beneath her to creak and groan, making one worry that the chair
might not be sturdy enough and would fall apart.
"Uh...oh..." Zhang Min gasped for breath, shaking her head convulsively. Her hair was already disheveled
, a strand of hair falling down her face, obscuring one of her eyes. A few strands of hair
were wet with her own saliva and stuck to her cheeks.
I was engrossed in watching Zhang Min endure her torment, not noticing that "Groundhog" had gone to the kitchen at some point
and taken a frozen popsicle from the refrigerator.
Of course, seeing that rock-hard popsicle at this moment, it's easy to guess what 'Groundhog' will do next.
The 'Groundhog' trick was out. He stood in front of Zhang Min, holding an ice pop in his right hand, and reached out his left hand to touch
Zhang Min 's private parts.
Seeing that Zhang Min was about to collapse, he grinned wickedly and said, "Feels good, doesn't it? Hehe... I'll give
you something even better... a double dose of ice and fire..."
As he spoke, he pulled out the vibrating dildo that was still throbbing inside her vagina, and then
with a flick , he inserted the ice pop into Zhang Min's body.
Zhang Min let out a strange
cry
of "Mmm... Ah..." as if she had been electrocuted, and then it was as if a breath suddenly caught in her throat, and she suddenly fell silent. Her body stiffened abruptly, making the chair creak.
Her neck also straightened instantly, her head twisted back, her chin raised, her teeth biting down on
the gag in her mouth, her shoulders trembled, her two legs hanging in mid-air swayed, and the insteps of her feet
were stretched straight!
She curled her delicate toes forcefully, creating a beautiful indentation at the arch of her foot. The two
soft, pink mounds between her legs twitched, contracting sharply and gripping the hard, icy erection tightly. A pause, then
a rapid twitch!
Zhang Min's private parts twitched repeatedly, causing her pubic hair to move with them
. Finally, Zhang Min's private parts contracted violently one last time, then her body went limp
, her nose twitched, and she cried out, "Eek..."
Before I could react to what to do next, "Groundhog" had already grabbed Zhang Min
's hair and shouted again, "Speak!!!!!"
After all that torment, Zhang Min had no willpower left to resist. Between
sobs, she uttered a few incoherent numbers, which "Groundhog" pressed
twice more .
Only after deciphering all the numbers did 'Groundhog' sneer as he wrote a few down
on a piece of paper. He stepped forward, tightened the gag again, grabbed Zhang Min by the neck,
and threatened , "If you dare to misbehave, I'll tear your tendons out!"
Then he picked up Zhang Min's two cards, tossed out a warning, and left
.
The anxious wait made time seem to drag on endlessly. I don't know how much time passed,
but returned. Needless to say, his expression told me he had succeeded. After all the effort, we finally got
what we wanted.
'Groundhog' and I counted the money, each pocketing a stack. 'Groundhog' turned to look at
Zhang Min, who was still tied up, then turned back to me, raising his right hand and gesturing
back .
Seeing the "groundhog" gesture, Zhang Min let out a desperate whimper, then struggled helplessly to move her
body. Although her mouth was gagged, preventing her from making a loud sound, her mournful howl
was still extremely shrill, like the owl that had swarmed the graveyard the night before.
I understood the meaning of the "groundhog" gesture, of course. At this point, I had no choice but to go all the way and
kill her first. So I nodded to the "groundhog," turned around, and started walking towards Zhang Min.
But this was a murderous job. I had only taken one step forward when a wave of guilt
washed over me , spreading from my chest to my limbs. My arms and legs suddenly went limp and powerless.
I couldn't take another step. For a moment, I stood there, frozen
, cold sweat pouring down my back, my head buzzing, my temples throbbing, and my throat tight,
as if I could taste blood.
I turned to look at "Groundhog," and saw he was also hesitant and timid.
For a while , we stood there like two wooden stakes, neither of us able to muster the courage to take a step forward.
Of course, this stalemate couldn't continue indefinitely. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the sweat on my back
slowly drying. Although I was still incredibly nervous, my mind was becoming numb.
Finally, I closed my eyes, steeled myself, took a deep breath, gritted my teeth
, grabbed her large military knife, and took another step forward. Only then did I realize that my
knees were so tense I could barely bend them; my legs were numb and stiff as two wooden sticks.
Strangely enough, after I forced myself to take that step, the nervousness, shortness of breath,
and panic vanished instantly.
My mind went completely blank, and my limbs seemed to suddenly lose all feeling. I only saw my
right hand gripping the sharp knife, slowly moving it towards the alluring valley between Zhang Min's breasts.
The tip of the knife touched the inside of Zhang Min's left breast. Due to tension and fear, Zhang Min's
breathing was shallow and rapid, her shoulders trembled, and her breasts quivered slightly. Her face was
as pale as a sheet, a picture of unbearable sorrow, enough to soften anyone's heart.
Of course, I knew that at this moment, I couldn't hesitate. I took a breath and gripped the knife
tighter, the tip pressing against her heart, creating a small indentation in her soft breast. With
just a little more force, the cold blade would pierce through Zhang Min's warm breast, straight into her heart.
Zhang Min gave me a sorrowful look, then closed her eyes in despair, her head tilted back, her neck
twisted slightly to one side, her teeth biting down on the gag in her mouth, awaiting death.
"Wait! Hold on!" Just as I was about to plunge the knife into Zhang Min's heart, "Groundhog" seemed to
suddenly remember something and rushed forward to grab my arm.
I must admit, I'd never killed anyone before, and I was already incredibly nervous. "Groundhog's"
intervention caused my hard-earned killing intent to dissipate instantly. My arm went limp, and the knife slipped from
my grasp , falling to the ground with a thud.
The sound was so jarring in the quiet room that I felt both "Groundhog" and I
shudder involuntarily.
When we looked at Zhang Min again, she had somehow lost consciousness, her neck slumped
, and she lay there motionless, terrified.
I turned back to "Groundhog," bewildered, and pointed at the still-lying Zhang Min, wanting to speak.
But I felt a lump in my throat.
'Groundhog' seemed to understand my thoughts, first pulling me aside to sit on a chair, then bringing
me my cup of tea. He watched me take a sip before saying, "We can't kill her like that."
Seeing I was still a little confused, he continued, "We still need to sell her body for a good price."
"Right, right, right." I suddenly realized!
"If we're going to sell her body, we can't let anyone know she was killed by us."
"Exactly, exactly."
'Groundhog' continued, "Although the Pigs say 'good goods don't ask where they come from,' if we
really stabbed her like that, what if someone took a closer look and noticed the hole in her heart?
We'd be immediately exposed!"
"Yes, yes, you're so thoughtful. Otherwise, even if we killed her, we couldn't sell her."
I replied, thankful I hadn't stabbed Zhang Min to death with a single blow to the heart.
"So, how do you think we can kill her without giving ourselves away?" I asked 'Groundhog,' but 'Groundhog'
didn't seem to have a good idea either. He paced back and forth in the room, answering absentmindedly.
"Yeah, we have to think of a way so no one can see the external injuries..." Then he fell silent,
paced around a couple more times, and silently bent down to pick up the stocking he had just pulled off Zhang Min's feet, examining it thoughtfully
.
Then, holding the stocking at both ends, he wrapped it around his hands twice, stretched it out a bit, and walked behind Zhang Min
, holding the stocking up to her throat...
"No, no." This time it was my turn to stop 'Groundhog.'
"You can't strangle her. A strangled person will have a mark on their neck, whether you use a rope or a stocking, there will definitely
be a mark."
"Groundhog," after hearing my words, looked down at the stockings in his hand, then at
Zhang Min who , and began pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to himself.
"...I can't use a knife...I can't strangle her...The difficulty is that the wound can't be seen...In that case
, I have to poison her...Poison...No, no, I can't use poison...Poisoning wouldn't look natural, it would still be
noticeable ...Oh dear..."
"Groundhog" paced around for a while without coming up with a good idea, then sat back down on the stool, craning his neck
and staring at the ceiling, as if trying to see some divine revelation in the white roof. I sat
beside him, also racking my brains, but the few ideas I came up with to kill her all fell apart under scrutiny, and I
rejected them all.
Killing her, yet not letting anyone know she was murdered after she died—it seemed quite difficult.
The two sat there for a while longer. "Groundhog" couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, pacing around
the room , still clutching Zhang Min's stocking in his hand
. He kept sniffing the toe part of the stocking, as if the scent could give him some special inspiration.
Meanwhile, Zhang Min had somehow woken up again, still in that
awkward , her face ashen, trembling, watching "Groundhog" and me with trepidation.
Perhaps the scent of Zhang Min's stocking really did give "Groundhog" inspiration; he paced back and forth
a few more times, then suddenly stopped, his eyes seeming to flash with light. At the same time, I suddenly had
an idea to kill Zhang Min and jumped up from the chair.
After the two whispered their plan, they realized they were truly of the same mind, which excited "
Groundhog . We clapped our hands, looked at each other, and simultaneously let out a sinister laugh, our smugness reminiscent of
Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu in their prime.
They then meticulously plotted their murder for a while, perfecting their scheme.
They glanced at Zhang Min, still bound, then looked back at each other, before turning around and,
like the ox-headed demons, walking towards her from either side.
Zhang Min immediately began to struggle again, clearly sensing that she was truly facing death.
Although she knew struggling would be futile, she refused to give up hope
, and driven by her survival instinct, her struggles became unprecedentedly intense!
Zhang Min was frantically twisting and turning in the chair, her waist thrashing violently,
her head bobbing back and forth, even the veins in her neck bulging. Her legs were also struggling
, her toes curling at an unbelievable angle...
But to Zhang Min's dismay, although her struggles made the chair beneath her creak loudly
, the restraints on her showed no sign of loosening.
Fear and despair were driving her almost insane. She sobbed between sobs, still arching her back,
kicking her legs, twisting her shoulders, and shaking her neck, persisting in her last effort.
However, we didn't need to pay attention to Zhang Min's futile struggles. We simply used a little more chloroform
, and after a moment, Zhang Min calmed down, once again becoming like a lump of mud, completely at our mercy.
"Groundhog" lifted Zhang Min's left leg, loosened the connection between the leather band on her leg and the straps
around her body, and removed the leather band from her thigh. He then touched her foot, freeing his hand to loosen
her right leg as well. Next, he untied the straps from her body.
Zhang Min's legs were slightly apart, stretched out at an angle. Her right leg was bare, and the stocking on her left leg had been pulled down a bit,
loosely clinging to her leg. Her panties were still shaped like a horizontal figure eight, digging into
the middle , and her exposed private parts were still damp.
The bushy pubic hair, after being tossed around, was a little messy, faintly reflecting a wet light.
Zhang Min's arms were still tied to the back of the chair, her head was turned to one side and drooping, her chin resting on her collarbone
. The left strap of her bra had slipped off her shoulder, making her look quite erotic.
The "Groundhog" moved swiftly, already having retrieved the rubber "pants" he hadn't used earlier.
He squatted down, reached down, and pulled Zhang Min's underwear down her legs, removing it.
Then, with a few quick swipes, he peeled off the remaining stocking from Zhang Min's left foot. Next, the "
Groundhog " gathered Zhang Min's legs together, lifted her feet, and slipped them
into the somewhat ugly rubber pants.
Then, he loosened the ties between the two legs, grabbed the waistband of the pants, and pulled them down...
With a quick tug and pull, he slipped Zhang Min's legs inside.
Only then did I notice that the hems of these leather pants were not continuous, trapping Zhang Min's feet
inside .
"Groundhog" tightened the waistband, then pulled the ties between the legs tighter,
bringing Zhang Min's legs together. Finally, he
tightened the two horizontal straps, one a few inches above her ankles and the other above her knees. Zhang Min's "pants" were now on.
Perhaps thanks to those straps, these initially unremarkable "pants"
fit Zhang Min's legs quite well, even revealing some of the beautiful contours of her legs. The effect of her legs together
looked quite good, reminding us of the legendary mermaid.
"Groundhog" straightened up, standing there looking at Zhang Min, still tied to the chair, with a hint of
smugness, then stepped forward again and untied the rope.
I went over and, together with "Groundhog," dragged Zhang Min's limp body off the chair and laid her
on the ground.
Then, "Groundhog" squatted down and pulled up the last vertical strap on the "fishtail," connecting Zhang Min's ankles to the "fishtail's" waistband from
behind This strap caused Zhang Min's
knees to bend at a beautiful angle, creating an indescribable allure.
Having done this, we could leave Zhang Min alone for now; she wouldn't wake up for a while, and for now, she
could only lie on the ground like a corpse.
Of course, even if she woke up, we didn't need to worry about her causing any trouble. Her limbs could only
move within a very limited range; she couldn't even stand up straight, let alone run away. While we were
at it, "Groundhog" and I tidied her up a bit more, and then, one of us lifted her by the shoulder and the other by her feet
, we carried the limp Zhang Min to the door. I quietly opened the door and went out to check for any signs of trouble.
We backed the car to the doorway, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then turned back and "Groundhog" and I quickly
lifted Zhang Min, curled her legs, and shoved her into the stainless steel trunk.
With a slam, the trunk lid closed. "Groundhog" and I leaned against the back of the car,
letting out a long sigh. Then, after "Groundhog" went to close the door and turned back, we
climbed ,
and slowly drove out of "Groundhog's" yard, sending Zhang Min "on her way." Of course, we were a little nervous driving, but thankfully
everything went smoothly. After driving for a while, the rugged mountains in the distance gradually came closer
.
From the car, we could see the famous temple hanging on the opposite cliff. After passing through a cave
, a body of water suddenly appeared before us—this was the reservoir in the valley between the two mountains.
It wasn't early, but since it gets dark relatively late this time of year,
a sliver of hung in the sky, making the surroundings quite bright. Although the trees on the mountainsides weren't particularly lush, they still looked quite picturesque
reflected in the clear water . We drove a little further, found the gap in the roadside guardrail, turned off the shoulder , then went down a slope, and entered a small patch of sparse woods. At the bottom of the slope was a relatively flat depression , just the right spot to park our car. "Groundhog" and I turned the car around and parked, getting out to check out the surroundings. Yes, this was it! We'd fished here before; it was a protrusion at the foot of the mountain extending into the reservoir, with the road curving along the mountainside. The spot where we parked was conveniently located in a shady, recessed area, surrounded by trees, making it quite secluded and close to the water. Just ten or twenty steps down the hillside, there was a natural rock fault that formed a platform several meters wide, extending over the water, only about a meter above the surface . "Groundhog" and I stood on this rocky embankment, looking around for a while. There was a faint path along the rocky shore , occasionally used by tourists hiking from the reservoir dam to the upstream gate, but it was already dusk, so no one was likely to come. "Groundhog" and I exchanged glances, gritted our teeth, nodded, and turned back to open the trunk . Zhang Min's limbs were still tightly bound, but she was awake, curled up and shivering. She was almost completely broken, her expression blank, her face listless, her mouth half- open with a gag in it. The lipstick on her lips was still quite vibrant, which only made her face appear even paler. Tears and saliva streamed down her cheeks, making her face look filthy. "Groundhog" took the roll of rope, nodded at me, and I understood. I turned Zhang Min's shoulder, exposing half of her lower back, and watched as "Groundhog" tied one end of the rope to Zhang Min's "fishtail" belt . Then, "Groundhog" and I pulled Zhang Min up, each grabbing an arm, and dragged her out of the car . Whether it was because her legs had been curled up for too long and become numb, or because the fear of waiting for death had paralyzed her, when we put Zhang Min's feet on the ground, we found that she could no longer stand . "Groundhog" and I didn't bother to close the trunk; we supported Zhang Min and ran downhill towards the water's edge, reaching the stone platform. "Groundhog" stopped, turned around, and glared fiercely at Zhang Min. Zhang Min, seeing the pool below , clearly understood our intentions. Perhaps she was utterly despondent, for surprisingly, she didn't put up a final resistance. Of course, even if she had resisted, it would have been useless. At this point, she was trapped, with nowhere to turn . Even the Bodhisattva she had fervently worshipped on Mount Wutai the day before couldn't help her. "Groundhog" tied the other end of the rope to a tree stump, then turned and exchanged a glance with me. The two of them, dragging Zhang Min's body, took a step forward simultaneously, their four arms quickly supporting her body, and then with a powerful jerk, they shoved her forward. With a "plop," Zhang Min fell into the water .

Zhang Min, having fallen into the water, began to struggle desperately, but her hands were firmly bound behind her back.
Although she tried her best to twist her shoulders, she had no chance to free her hands.
Her feet were also bound together by the "fishtail," her knees could only bend within a very small range
, and her legs struggled weakly in the water, making futile efforts to stop herself from
sinking .
Although her waist could still move, without the coordination of her limbs, it was useless, at most
splashing a little water on the surface.
Thus, we watched helplessly from the shore as Zhang Min, this "mermaid," struggled desperately in the water.
We saw her twisting her waist in despair,
her body bobbing up and down with each struggle, but her ankles and waist were tied together,
preventing from stretching her body and thus preventing her from surfacing to breathe the air above the water.
She only had one breath left, and of course, she couldn't hold it any longer. She tried to breathe through her mouth, but could only
exhale a few bubbles. The cold water rushing into her lungs made her body tremble.
Gradually, the remaining oxygen in her body could no longer support her vigorous movements.
Zhang Min's struggling movements became erratic, and her body sank deeper and deeper into the water. After a while, she
stopped moving much, still bubbling from her mouth, but now only tiny bubbles.
Strangely enough, when she wasn't moving, her sinking speed was slower. Her body could be seen suspended in
the water, bobbing up and down with the waves. After a short while, her body began to twitch again for some reason.
But it no longer seemed to be an conscious movement. Finally, Zhang Min's body straightened
one last time, and then stopped moving. Her pale body slowly sank to the bottom, with only a string of
tiny bubbles tracing her descent.
"Groundhog" and I stood nervously by the water's edge, holding our breath and staring intently into the water
. We watched as Zhang Min's figure slowly sank deeper and deeper, gradually tautening the rope. With the final,
sharp jerk as the rope tightened, her body swayed violently, bobbing back and forth for a while before slowly coming
to a stop .
Pulled by the rope's tension, her body was slightly bent, tilted at an angle in the water, floating on the ripples
, slowly circling back and forth around the taut rope.
We watched for what seemed like an eternity until a mountain breeze blew by, bringing us back to our senses.
Looking the last glimmer of sunlight had vanished. Although it wasn't dark yet, the canyon was already filled with a deep
twilight. The shadows of the trees on the opposite hillside were dark and menacing, exuding a chilling, eerie atmosphere.
"Groundhog" pulled out his cigarette case and handed me one. Perhaps it was the cool mountain breeze, or perhaps it was
the tension in his heart
, but "Groundhog's" hand trembled slightly as he lit the cigarette. After we finished two cigarettes,
we seemed to calm down a little. The surrounding light was getting dimmer, and when we looked into the water again, Zhang Min's figure
was already somewhat blurred, but she remained motionless in the same position.
I thought Zhang Min must have drowned, so I looked at "Groundhog" and made a pulling
motion with my hand.
"Groundhog" also looked into the water at Zhang Min, then nodded to me. The two of us
began to slowly pull in the rope, inch by inch, raising Zhang Min's body from the depths.
With the pull of the rope, Zhang Min's body swayed up and down in the water, her long hair floating in
the water, looking a bit like a swimming jellyfish.
And so, Zhang Min's body gradually approached the water's surface, but the instant her shoulders broke the surface
, her body seemed to suddenly become much heavier.
The rope tethering her suddenly stretched taut, and it slipped from our grasp
. Luckily, we both pulled hard, preventing her from sliding back into the water.
'Groundhog' and I steadied our feet, controlled our strength, and firmly gripped the wet
rope, pulling it up a couple more times.
By this time, her waist was above the water's surface, her body limp and swaying precariously on the rope,
her head drooping on her chest, her long hair dripping wetly, falling down and obscuring her face.
After pulling a couple more times, only her feet were still submerged in the water. We could reach out
and touch her body. I told "Groundhog" to tighten the rope, then I crouched down, stepped forward, grabbed her
shoulders, and straightened up to lift her body a little higher.
"Groundhog" also stepped forward, grabbed her thighs, lifted her up, and then bent down to catch her knees. Then
, ignoring the water on Zhang Min's body, one lifted her shoulders and the other her legs, moving her body to the side and laying her down
on the stone embankment.
Because her arms were still tied behind her back, we could only lay her body in a semi-reclining position
. Her neck seemed to have lost its bones, becoming limp. Her head drooped, her forehead resting on the stone, and
strands of her wet hair clung to her face, still dripping water.
I reached out and brushed aside the hair covering Zhang Min's face, revealing her features. Her face
seemed even paler, but lifeless. Her eyes were slightly open, and beneath her long eyelashes,
between her eyelids, were many tears, as if she were still crying.
Her mouth was still open, with the gag in her mouth, and her nostrils and the sides of her mouth were covered with white foam
. The tiny, firm bubbles, combined with gravity and her
posture , slowly oozed from her mouth and then trickled down to the ground.
I crouched down, loosened the strap binding her ankles and lower back,
straightened her legs, and then untied the rope from her waist and coiled it up again.
While I was winding the rope, "Groundhog" grabbed her shoulders, reached out and untied the
straps of her "leather gloves," freeing her arms. He then laid her body flat and was about to remove her
"fishtail" as well.
Whether it was our imagination or "Groundhog" hadn't held her properly, Zhang Min's body seemed to shift slightly.
Both "Groundhog" and I were startled, and "Groundhog" let out a strange cry, lunging forward to
press Zhang Min's body down again.
After a flurry of activity, seeing Zhang Min still lying there motionless, we finally came to our senses, relieved that we hadn't
encountered the legendary "zombie resurrection.
" "Groundhog" composed himself, glanced back at me, extended two fingers,
probed Zhang Min's nose, and then pressed them against the base of her neck for a while.
Then, he reached out and touched Zhang Min's face, moving her head back and forth a few times. Seemingly still
unsure , he leaned down and pressed his ear against Zhang Min's chest, listening for a long time before straightening up again
.
"She's probably dead. She's definitely not breathing; her heart isn't beating anymore."
"Groundhog" nudged Zhang Min's body, getting up as he said to me, "Why don't you listen
to ?"
I stepped forward and crouched down, placing two fingers on her neck to check her carotid artery.
I felt no pulse. I leaned closer, turned my head, and buried my ear in Zhang Min's chest. Her
breasts, though still soft, were now cold from being soaked in water.
I listened carefully to her chest for a while; there was absolutely no sound. Her heart must
have .
I breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and realized there was no need for further suspicion. Zhang Min was indeed dead.
I looked up at 'Groundhog,' then down at Zhang Min. She was now lifeless
, a young woman's corpse.
I nudged the corpse's shoulder, stood up, and said to 'Groundhog,' "Let's get her back first;
we can't stay here any longer."
Then I grabbed one of Zhang Min's arms and pulled her body up. 'Groundhog' responded
with a soft and bent down to lift the corpse's leg.
After she died, Zhang Min's body seemed to lose all its strength, becoming limp
like , somewhat unresponsive. Her once slender and light frame also seemed to have suddenly become much heavier.
The legend that the dead weigh more than the living seemed to be true; the fact that Zhang Min had swallowed a
lot of added to her weight, making it exceptionally difficult for us to move her
. It took considerable effort, dragging and pulling, to lift her body up the slope.
We paused briefly to catch our breath, then hurried to the car. I grabbed Zhang Min's arm
and shoved her head and shoulders into the trunk.
"Groundhog" also grabbed her legs and jerked forward. Zhang Min's head rubbed against the cushion at the bottom of the trunk
, shaking slightly, as if she were still protesting "Groundhog's" rough handling even in death.
Ignoring Zhang Min's corpse's "protests," "Groundhog" twisted and turned, bending her
waist and knees in a couple of swift movements, pushing her body further inside, tucking her legs into the corner of the car,
and then slamming the lid shut with a "bang."
By this time, it was practically dark. "Groundhog" and I got into the car and carefully drove
back to the main road, muttering to ourselves as we drove.
"Damn, finally got her dead."
"Yeah, we need to negotiate with the pig again, we need to raise the price."
"Exactly, where else can you find such good stuff? Freshly killed, tender skin and delicate flesh, and so
pretty."
"Right? This deal was a gamble we two brothers took with our heads in the air."
"Yeah, a gamble, really. I have to say, I'm a little uneasy... what if...
what if ..."
"What if what?... Scared? Scared of nothing... If they really call me in, I'll deny everything
, what can they do!...
Listen, we already planned this, didn't we? We didn't kill her, she tried to take a shortcut and
accidentally fell into the water and drowned!
We just happened to be fishing there and pulled out her body... As long as we insist we didn't kill her, the rest
is no big deal. At most, we're just selling a retrieved corpse, what's the big deal..."
"That's true. As long as we can't be accused of killing her, everything else will be easy."
"Exactly! You can't panic when things get tough. If you're afraid... you're just asking for trouble. Why are you afraid?!"
"No, no, when have I been afraid? She drowned herself, didn't she? Hehe, her way of dying is called
'accidental fall'... You know what, using this method to kill her is quite clever..."
"Yeah, I think it's a brilliant move too."
"By the way, tomorrow we should also put her things in the water. Since we say she drowned herself
, her belongings should be put in the water too..."
"Yes, yes, let's do it."
...
And so, we drove back to "Rat's Den." After getting out of the car, "Groundhog" took out his key and opened
the door . We slipped into the house and went straight to the bathroom to take a look, while pondering how to dispose of Zhang Min's
body.
"Why don't we do it at my place? It's more spacious, and I even have a bathtub,"
I suggested, noticing how small and messy 'Groundhog's' bathroom was.
"Yeah, yeah, your place is better, you have more room to maneuver. You should have thought of this already, you're so naive..."
'Groundhog' chimed in.
So, the two of us turned back to the car. Just as we were about to leave, 'Groundhog' seemed to suddenly remember
something . He took out his phone, sent a message to 'Flying Pig' to contact the buyer, and went back into the house
to retrieve Zhang Min's belongings and put them in the car.
My place was also a detached house with a small courtyard. We parked the car under the shed inside the gate.
'Groundhog' went to the gate to keep watch, while I opened the house door first. Then, I turned back, deliberately not
turning on the yard lights, and under the cover of darkness, dragged Zhang Min's body out of the car and carried it on my shoulder.
I braced my shoulder against her soft abdomen, wrapped one arm around her waist, and held
her round, full buttocks with my outstretched hand. With my other arm, I held her legs, still encased in the "fishtail," and then tiptoed
away.
As I walked, her long, graceful arms dangled behind me, swaying gently with my
movements , occasionally patting my waist. Her abdomen was compressed, and some
foamy water oozed from her mouth, dripping down and soaking my clothes.
Ignoring all that, I carried Zhang Min's body into the house.
I groped my way through the hall to the bathroom door, shrugged the female corpse on my shoulder, turned slightly,
used my other shoulder to push open the door, twisted my waist and slipped inside, then leaned back to close the door. I reached out,
fumbled around the doorway for a few moments, found the light switch, and turned on the bathroom light. Then,
I shifted my shoulder, put Zhang Min's body down, changed position, grabbed
her arms with both hands, and dragged the body backwards to the large bathtub in the corner of the bathroom.
Next, I turned to face the tub, lifted her body slightly, shifting her weight
into the tub, and then released her. The female corpse slid face-up into the tub, her head
hitting the bottom with a thud.
I turned and left the bathroom, called to "Groundhog" to take Zhang Min's things into the house, and then
locked the door.
Back in the bathroom, Zhang Min's body still lay quietly in the bathtub, her left arm outstretched, wrist resting
on the edge of the tub. Her slender, delicate left hand stretched out of the tub, limply hanging in mid-air
, a few fingers slightly bent, nails sharp, forming a rather adorable pose.
Inside the tub, Zhang Min's body lay on her back, her wet hair disheveled in clumps, like a
tuft of seaweed washed ashore.
Her face was turned to the other side, highlighting her beautiful collarbone. Her right arm was bent, her right hand resting on
her chest, lightly pressing against her round, full breasts, a glimpse of cleavage peeking out beside her hand—a sight
that possessed an indescribable allure!
Her waist twisted gently, her long legs still encased in the "fishtail," stretched straight out and resting on the other side of
the bathtub . The "fishtail," soaked in water and after all the commotion, now looked
somewhat rough, but it couldn't conceal the exquisite curves of Zhang Min's legs.
However, her abdomen was quite full of water, appearing swollen and altering her figure.
I stood there staring at Zhang Min's corpse for a while, then bent down, lifted her head, and loosened
the But for some reason, Zhang Min's jaw was clenched tightly. I had to forcefully pry
open her jaw to remove the gag.
Her mouth was full of sticky foam, seemingly mixed with a little pink blood. Her face looked somewhat
pale, and her eyes were slightly open, lifelessly staring at the ceiling.
"Groundhog" stepped forward, and together the two of them turned Zhang Min's body over. Then, dragging her
legs, they propped her abdomen against the edge of the bathtub.
Her arms were outstretched, her head drooping, and water mixed with foam oozed from her mouth and
nose , slowly flowing down the drain.
Gradually, as if a hot water bottle was about to be emptied, a gurgling
sound came from her body, and the water coming out of her mouth decreased. We moved her body slightly and
pressed on her back for a while, finally draining most of the water from her body.
"Groundhog" pulled up the "fishtail," raised her legs, shook them a few times, and then
lowered He then used his free hand to untie the straps on the "fishtail." After a flurry of activity
, Zhang Min finally lay naked before us.
"Groundhog" and I lifted her naked body and placed it in the bathtub. We raised her upper body
slightly , positioning her against one end of the tub, so she was sitting with her legs outstretched. Then, we plugged
the drain and turned on the faucet.
As the water level gradually rose, submerging her hips, I pointed to Zhang Min's legs, grabbed a
bath sponge and tossed it to "Groundhog." I picked up a small towel, took the showerhead from the wall
, turned it on, and sprayed Zhang Min thoroughly, wiping her body with the towel as I did so.
Moments later, the mud, sand, and grass stuck to her head were washed away by the warm water, her hair was once again flowing
smoothly, and the filthy foam around her mouth and nose was washed away. Her face, no longer disheveled
, regained its smooth and delicate appearance.
My hand moved down, brushing across her long neck and rounded shoulders, reaching her chest. When my
hand, through the towel, touched the soft flesh of her corpse's breasts,
my fingers felt as if they had touched something electrified, a sensation difficult
to describe . My hand trembled involuntarily, and the towel slipped from my grasp and fell into the bathtub. I instinctively
pulled my hand back, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
Looking back at 'Groundhog,' I saw he had already washed Zhang Min's legs clean and was holding the sponge
, thoughtfully gazing at the white, tender mounds of flesh hidden beneath the hair between the corpse's legs.
'Groundhog,' noticing me watching, seemed a little embarrassed and reached out to pull the
rubber . A whirlpool appeared on the water's surface, slowly receding, finally emitting a strange gurgling sound.
'Groundhog' straightened up, seemingly holding back for a moment, but still spoke.
"Oh dear, look at all that flesh on her body! I was so busy all day, just thinking about getting the money, I forgot to take
advantage of her while she was still alive! What a waste!"
Hearing 'Groundhog's' words, my heart skipped a beat. I looked down at Zhang Min's
corpse in the bathtub again. Her head was slightly tilted, her hair glistening with wetness. Her long
eyelashes curled on her slightly open eyelids, and her lips were slightly parted, with what seemed like a strange smile.
Her body hadn't been dried yet, making her smooth, delicate skin appear even whiter and more tender. Her beautifully shaped
breasts were still proudly erect, and the damp pubic hair was still dripping wet.
The soft, white flesh beneath the pubic hair looked especially moist. Her two sexy legs were slightly parted and stretched forward, and the
smooth toenails on her cute toes reflected a pearly shimmer.
Looking at this alluring young female corpse before me, I couldn't help but swallow hard again.
I have to admit, Zhang Min really was like an incredibly alluring "mermaid," even in death
, her entire body still exuded a captivating charm.
"Groundhog" stood to the side, still staring blankly at Zhang Min's corpse. After a moment, he turned to look
at me, muttering, "Remember that French movie... in it... just... just
... you do it?...?"
Of course I knew what "Groundhog" was thinking. Looking at Zhang Min's beautiful naked body, I
felt a strange sensation in my crotch. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to have some fun. But the thought that Zhang Min was dead, and
the words "necrophilia," made me feel uneasy. I was hesitant and didn't know
what to do.
"Groundhog" was already losing control and blurted out, "If you won't do it, I will! If something goes wrong, it's just
'insulting a corpse.' As long as I don't admit to killing someone, what's the big deal! Hmm, according to this
logic, killing someone is better than killing someone alive... Damn it, whatever, I'm going all out..."
I was already aroused, and "Groundhog's" provocation made it impossible for me to control myself.
Looking at Zhang Min's beautiful corpse, I felt my skin tighten, as if there was a heat flowing under me,
and my breathing became rapid.
However, her body had just been washed from head to toe, and more than half of it was still wet.
To enjoy myself comfortably, I needed to dry it off first.
Without thinking, I stepped forward, grabbed the large bath towel from the shelf, and spread it on the bathroom floor
. Then, I bent down, grabbed Zhang Min's armpits, and
dragged her body out of the bathtub, laying it flat on the spread towel. I took another towel and began to dry her body.
Zhang Min lay quietly, letting my hands, holding the towel, caress her body.
When I wiped the two mounds on her chest, the strange feeling of softness mixed with firmness
made me put down the towel and directly touch her breasts.
"Groundhog" picked up a dry towel, grabbed one of Zhang Min's feet, and began wiping
the water off the corpse's leg. I hastily wiped Zhang Min's body a couple more times, then dropped the towel and went
to the bedroom to hurriedly make the bed.
While I was making the bed, I heard "Groundhog's" phone ring twice, followed by him speaking
in a hushed "uh-huh" voice. Needless to say, it was "Flying Pig" calling.
I knew I didn't need to worry about these things, so I ignored "Groundhog," finished making the bed, and
returned to the bathroom.
"Groundhog" was leaning against the wall in a corner of the bathroom, haggling with "Flying Pig" on the phone
. I went to Zhang Min's body.
Looking down, I saw that the body was almost completely dry, so I bent down, picked up
her arms, and dragged her body backwards towards the bathroom door.
Her body was limp, making it difficult for me to exert any strength. I took two steps back, stopped, and adjusted my
position before finally finding the right feeling to control her corpse.
As I dragged her, the bath towel beneath her crumpled, rubbing against the floor beneath her waist and hips
. Her limp neck was tilted back, her chin pointing towards the ceiling, her long hair cascading down, the ends
gently brushing the floor with each step I took.
Her legs were stretched straight out, slightly apart, her heels sliding across the floor with each drag, causing
her beautiful feet to sway back and forth, a sight that seemed to tickle my heart.
And so, I dragged Zhang Min's body backward into the bedroom, to the large bed. I
stopped, caught my breath, then bent down and lifted her body.
I turned and tossed her onto the bed; her limp body naturally
spread out in a "V" shape.
Completely naked, her fair skin reflected a soft
light that seemed to possess a magical allure. Her delicate flesh was so moist it looked as if water could be squeezed out of it, and her exquisitely shaped body rose and fell, presenting a
captivating and alluring scene.
I stood there, gazing at Zhang Min's beautiful corpse on the bed, my gaze slowly moving from head to toe, and then
back again. Only then did I notice that the area around the left breast of her corpse had not been completely dried.
A drop of water clung to that delicate areola, like a dewdrop condensed on a beautiful flower
. Below was her smooth abdomen, and the curves of her body flowed smoothly from her slender waist to her round and full
buttocks!
Against the backdrop of her fair thighs, the tuft of pubic hair that was not yet completely dry was very conspicuous between her legs
. Her two long, beautiful legs were casually parted, revealing her mysterious cleft without any concealment.
And so, facing this beautiful, lustrous corpse before me, I felt a heat rising to my skin
, and my breathing became a little rapid.
My little brother, too, had unknowingly become aroused, itchy and swollen,
the feeling making me somewhat uncomfortable. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my belt, pulling
down my trousers.
Perhaps because of my excitement, I felt my body trembling slightly, and while pulling down my pants,
I lost my balance and stumbled a small step towards the edge of the bed. I felt something cool touch
my leg, and looking down, I saw it was the female corpse's left foot sticking out of the bed.
This beautiful foot made my heart skip a beat again. Without thinking, I squatted down and reached out to grasp the foot
in my hand. The surface of the foot had become cool, but it still felt so delicate and smooth to the touch; the feeling of holding it
wasn't bad at all.
Perhaps because blood stopped flowing after death, Zhang Min's skin on her feet
seemed whiter than when she was alive, appearing exceptionally delicate and smooth. The fine
veins on the soles of her feet, in particular, were a lighter color, appearing faintly visible beneath the translucent skin, adding to her mystique.
Also, perhaps because Zhang Min was accustomed to wearing high heels when she was alive, her delicate toes
maintained a slightly upturned posture, looking quite adorable.
I gently pinched each of her charming toes, squeezed her upright instep, and touched her beautiful
arch . Then, I held her rounded heel and weighed it in my hand, exhaled, and gently
tickled the sole of her foot with two fingers.
I recalled the scene when I kidnapped Zhang Min and forced her to reveal the password, grabbing her feet and tickling her soles. I must say
, the sight of her toes twitching uncontrollably was quite sensual!
Thinking of this, my heart began to itch again. However, now, on the same foot…
Her toes remained unresponsive, lifeless and indifferent to my caresses, which made me feel a
little regretful.
Of course, this was understandable; Zhang Min was dead, a corpse. Although the skin on the soles of her feet was still
so delicate, and although her tender soles had once been the most sensitive part of her body, she could no longer feel
this wonderful stimulation.
I squatted by the bed, holding Zhang Min's left foot and playing with it for a while. Then, I straightened up
, stepped forward, knelt on the edge of the bed, and reached out to grab Zhang Min's corpse right foot as well, pressing both soles side by side against
my face.
Zhang Min's soles were still soft and tender, but because she had been dead for some time, they had become cool
. However, the skin on her soles somehow felt exceptionally smooth, and the feeling against my face was wonderful.
Although her feet had been submerged in water when she drowned and later washed, they still retained a
faint, unique scent characteristic of a beautiful woman's feet. It wasn't strong, but it had a magical effect, captivating me completely
. I took a deep breath, savoring the exquisite aroma emanating from the corpse's feet.
Involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue and licked the soles of Zhang Min's feet. Then, I couldn't resist opening my mouth wide
and taking all five toes of Zhang Min's left foot into my mouth at once, sucking on them.
My tongue slowly rolled over each toe in turn, savoring the delicious
taste of Zhang Min's toes!
And so, my tongue slowly moved from the tips of Zhang Min's toes to the base of her toes, and then from the base to the tips
, repeating this countless times until my tongue seemed numb and lost all feeling, before I stopped
to catch my breath.
Zhang Min's toes were covered in my saliva, the wet toenails reflecting a strange luster, and the alluring gaps between those
exquisite toes looked exceptionally moist and delicate.
My thing had been standing erect for a long time, seemingly eager to taste Zhang Min's beautiful feet.
So, I swallowed hard, stopped, and used one hand to pull down my underwear,
completely freeing my penis.
Then, I placed the corpse's left foot between my legs, grasped the
ankle , and gently moved the corpse's left foot, as if Zhang Min were lightly kicking my penis
.
At the same time, I picked up her right foot and licked it vigorously.
The dead Zhang Min lay there unmoved, letting me manipulate her feet.
At this moment, my penis, pressing against the sole of her left foot, became even hotter and harder, and my heart
burned with desire .
After a while, I put Zhang Min's right foot down as well, sandwiched my penis
between her two feet, and then, grasping one of her ankles with each hand, began to rub it.
My little brother was already restless, and when Zhang Min's delicate feet pinched it, it felt like
an electric shock, involuntarily throbbing, a strange, pleasurable sensation
spreading throughout my body.
I couldn't help but quicken the pace of my movements; my little brother, teased by the corpse's toes,
became even more swollen, as if it were about to burst.
By this point, I was so excited I was almost oblivious, panting heavily, feeling
an indescribable restlessness coursing through my body, an irrepressible desire rising within me to enter her.
Besides, Zhang Min was already dead, a lifeless corpse; no amount of sensual
"foreplay" would have any effect on her anymore.
I took a breath, grabbed Zhang Min's feet, and pressed them firmly against my penis twice.
Then, I grabbed her ankles and spread them apart, leaning forward and throwing myself onto Zhang Min's beautiful corpse
.
The surface of Zhang Min's body had become cool, but her skin was still so smooth and delicate. Pressing against my skin
, it gave me an indescribable, wonderful sensation!
Especially her two cold breasts, even in death, were still so soft, delicate, and
smooth , like ice and jade. Pressing against my chest, it felt like I had taken an elixir, a truly
blissful, ethereal feeling.
Perhaps because of the cold water when she drowned, her nipples were hard, poking
me like two electrodes, emanating an indescribable tingling sensation that traveled through my
chest and into my heart.
Zhang Min, already dead, lay beneath me, motionless,
offering no , simply waiting quietly.
Her strange calmness gave me an unreal, almost delusional feeling, and my mind
raced with chaotic thoughts.
It was unbelievable that such a beauty could have died so inexplicably, losing everything
, lying here lifeless. If she hadn't stumbled into our car by some twist of fate, we would never have even had a
chance to touch her. But now, I could shamelessly defile her corpse.
She was mine!
I could do whatever I wanted to her, and she couldn't object.
But she was indeed dead. Though young, beautiful, proud, and reserved in life, now
she could only lie obediently beneath me, letting me do as I pleased, no longer able to maintain her
dignity or self-respect.
I threw myself onto Zhang Min's corpse, took a deep breath, and then began to caress her body haphazardly
, kissing her numb lips without a second thought.
My penis was swollen and hard, writhing beneath me, sensitively sensing the
pubic hair between her legs. I composed myself, shifted slightly, and
guided my already throbbing member towards her mysterious place.
When the head of my penis touched the entrance to her vulva, I shuddered involuntarily,
involuntarily gasping for breath. I felt my already hard penis throb with excitement
, as if it had grown even larger.
I shifted my body, arched my back slightly, tested the angle of my penis, and then gently
pushed forward, shoving the head of my penis into Zhang Min's body.
Perhaps because her muscles had relaxed after death, although her vulva appeared narrow,
My penis didn't feel too tight when it entered; the resistance wasn't great. I only used a little force
, and the head of my penis easily pushed aside the two soft labia and squeezed into her vagina.
Then, I paused briefly, and then thrust forward again,
inserting my entire penis into her vagina.
Zhang Min's vagina was still quite moist, but it had become cool. My burning penis suddenly
felt a different kind of stimulation and couldn't help but tremble excitedly, seemingly becoming even harder.
I held Zhang Min's corpse, pressing my hips firmly against her body, enjoying the strange
coolness inside the female corpse's vagina. After a moment, my penis adapted to the temperature inside the vagina and seemed to become more sensitive!
Only then did I realize that deep inside Zhang Min's vagina, I could still faintly feel a trace of residual body heat that hadn't dissipated from
inside .
I held my breath, savoring that subtle feeling, and after a while, I began to wriggle on Zhang Min's corpse
, slowly thrusting in and out.
Zhang Min was no longer a virgin, and because her muscles had relaxed after her death, her vagina
wasn't too tight, but it still maintained a suitable elasticity, fitting my penis perfectly. The tightness and looseness
had a just-right effect.
My penis slowly moved in and out of her vagina, the cool folds of flesh rubbing against
it , a feeling that felt incredibly good, and I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusting.
However, Zhang Min was dead after all. Although her vagina was still moist, it couldn't
automatically secrete fluid with my movements. During rapid thrusting, there was inevitably a slight
awkwardness , and after a few thrusts, I had to stop.
Although somewhat reluctant, I temporarily pulled out my penis, then hurriedly got up and found the tube of lubricant in the
bedside table drawer. I unscrewed the cap, bent down, and used two fingers to open
Zhang Min's vaginal opening, squeezing a dollop inside.
Then, I eagerly pounced back down and inserted my penis into Zhang Min's body, continuing to thrust.
With the help of lubricant, my penis moved in and out much more smoothly, and I felt a surge of energy
. Holding Zhang Min's corpse, I increased the pace of my thrusting.
Gradually, my breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat seemed to seep through my skin. The surface of Zhang Min's
corpse no longer seemed so cold.
Her vagina gradually became warm, and I continued to thrust rhythmically. Each powerful
thrust reached deep into the female corpse's vagina, and I felt an energy accumulating between my legs, as if it
was about to burst forth at any moment
. I panted, enjoying this wonderful pleasure, and continued thrusting on top of Zhang Min's corpse.
As time went by, the euphoric feeling grew stronger and stronger, almost making me lose control!
However, I was not willing to "come to my senses" so soon, so I quickly suppressed my desire and stopped
. I sat up from the corpse, panting heavily, and then changed my position, dragging a pillow over to place
behind Zhang Min's corpse.
This made her breasts appear even more prominent, and the corpse's head tilted slightly back,
chin pointing towards the ceiling, mouth slightly open, and eyes half-open, giving Zhang Min
a dreamy, ambiguous expression, as if she were still enjoying sexual pleasure even in death.
I shifted my body, knelt on the bed, lifted the corpse's legs and placed them on my shoulders, my
knees wedged against the sides of her rounded buttocks, arched forward, and inserted my penis back into her
vagina.
Then, I held her legs with both hands, arching my back and beginning to
thrust . With
each thrust, Zhang Min's corpse swayed on the bed, her chin pointing towards the ceiling, her head bobbing from side to side.
It was as if she were shaking her head excitedly, especially her pair of fair, round
breasts , which trembled with the rhythm of my thrusts, like two bouncy balls of flesh, making
one dizzy and intoxicated.
This scene made the flames in my heart burn even higher. While continuing to thrust, I tried to
use only my elbows to hold the female corpse's legs, freeing my hands to grab her two soft breasts and
knead .
In this way, while wantonly kneading her breasts, I would occasionally twist my head from side to side, stick out
my tongue , and lick the female corpse's legs and feet. At the same time, I would thrust my waist repeatedly, increasing
the amplitude of my thrusts.
The female corpse's vagina rubbed against my penis, giving me the feeling of eating
something . An indescribable feeling was stuck in my chest, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.
I began to thrust wildly, completely reverting to a primal, carnal urge.
Each powerful thrust and withdrawal brought me immense pleasure.
I breathed heavily, trying my best to control myself so I could enjoy this wonderful feeling for as long as possible.
I was almost at the peak of excitement, my whole body filled with that indescribable, wondrous
sensation , every pore feeling so exhilarated. My penis trembled as if electrified
. I knew in my heart that the most ecstatic moment was about to arrive!
My hands gripped Zhang Min's corpse's shoulders tightly, her legs squeezed tightly
against my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. I gritted my teeth and thrust a few more times violently!
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I stopped thrusting, held my breath, and enjoyed the dizzying pleasure
before Finally, after a few seconds of incredibly exciting waiting, I
felt a warm current gush out, surging deep into the corpse's body.
And so, my little brother throbbed with each thrust, gathering all my strength, and ejaculated my scalding semen
deep into Zhang Min's corpse's vagina!
This was a complete climax I had never experienced before. Without realizing it, I released the corpse's legs
, forcefully collapsing down and pressing myself tightly against her body.
Using the momentum of my fall, my little brother slid straight to the bottom of her vagina,
hitting Zhang Min's cervix, and then ejaculated twice more with a force that surprised even myself.
I could even feel Zhang Min's corpse trembling from the ejaculation.
After one last, powerful thrust, I finally released my pent-up desire. I let out a sigh of relief, my energy
waning along with my penis. It felt as if my spine had collapsed, and my body went limp, collapsing onto Zhang Min's corpse like
a lump of mud.
Her breasts were pressed against my chest again, but this time they were
warmed by my body heat, no longer icy cold. Her nipples were still hard, poking against my
skin, giving me that tingling, electrifying sensation.
The afterglow of my orgasm still lingered, making my skin feel tingly and numb
, as if every pore was filled with pleasure. My body felt as light as a feather, as if it could
float away in the wind.
And so, I lay on Zhang Min's corpse, savoring the wonderful feeling,
motionless .
After a while, I gradually recovered. Panting, I slowly
propped . Glancing back casually, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the bedroom doorway. Startled
, my arm trembled, and I nearly lost my balance, collapsing back onto Zhang Min's corpse.
Looking closer, I saw it was "Groundhog," staring blankly at
the woman's body I had pinned beneath him, mouth slightly open.
"You 'dead rat,' you scared me!" I cursed "Groundhog," then looked down at
Zhang Min's body again. Her eyes were still slightly open, the pupils dilated
, making them appear both deep and unfocused. Her mouth was also slightly open, and the lip gloss she wore seemed to be of good
quality , still quite glossy and vibrant, almost excessively so against her pale face.
I reached out and touched her face again, then pulled my penis out of Zhang Min's vagina,
climbed off her corpse, and waved to "Groundhog."
I sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, feeling my body still a little weak, but
the experience had been incredibly satisfying. I hadn't felt this high in a long time; I never imagined a female corpse
could bring such great satisfaction.
"Groundhog" frantically began undressing beside me. I grabbed my cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and,
while resting, looked at Zhang Min's still-lying corpse on the bed.
From where I was sitting, I could see her legs spread apart, straight, her feet more than two feet apart
, her alluring soles facing me. Perhaps because she was used to wearing high heels, her delicate toes
were slightly upturned, and the arches of her feet were beautifully concave.
My eyes were fixed on her soles for a while before I took another drag of my cigarette and moved my gaze up
her legs.
Finally, my gaze settled on the juncture of her legs. Her mons pubis was plump, like a small steamed bun
, covered in a dense tuft of hair. Beneath it, two delicate, plump labia minora were slightly
parted, revealing two other tender, pink folds of flesh. A thick, rice-water-like fluid had accumulated between these folds
.
Lacking sufficient support, some of the fluid slowly gathered at the end of the slit, trickling down the groove between her
legs and pooling on the sheets, forming a walnut-sized puddle
. Her pubic hair and labia minora were also stained with the fluid, glistening with a moist sheen.
At that moment, "Groundhog" reappeared naked in my view, his large penis already
proudly and erect.
However, "Groundhog" seemed even more composed than I had been. Instead of
rushing to Zhang Min's corpse, he first crouched down, leisurely touching
the woman's breasts.
After a while, he bent down, kneading her left breast while sucking on the nipple. He then
moved to her right breast, and his hands began to roam over Zhang Min's entire body, moving downwards.
Finally, he picked up one of Zhang Min's feet, rubbing and playing with it, occasionally licking the delicate sole
and sucking on her exquisite toes.
After playing with Zhang Min's corpse for a while,
"Groundhog" finally pounced, ready to engage in the full-blown battle.
Zhang Min's legs swayed back and forth with the "groundhog's" movements, still looking
as alluring as ever . The "groundhog" arched his back with each thrust, his movements becoming increasingly wild, and
he began to pant heavily.
Perhaps feeling it wasn't enough, or perhaps Zhang Min's position wasn't "cooperative" enough,
the "groundhog" stopped after a while, hurriedly turning Zhang Min's body over
. It seemed Zhang Min's body wasn't stiff yet, still limp, allowing the "groundhog" to arrange her face
down .
Then, the "groundhog" lifted the female corpse by the waist, bent her legs, and thrust them forward, making
Zhang Min's round, full buttocks stick out high.
Then, the "groundhog" composed himself, climbed back onto the bed, knelt there, grabbed Zhang Min's
hips with both hands, and thrust his penis back into the female corpse's vagina from behind, beginning to pump forcefully again.
Zhang Min's face was buried in the sheets, but her buttocks were raised high, her lower back contorted into a strange curve
. Her back remained fair and smooth, her delicate shoulder blades slightly raised, and her arms naturally spread apart
, stretched forward.
With the rhythm of 'Groundhog's' thrusts, Zhang Min's body throbbed with each stroke, her hands flailing off the edge of
the bed , her neck twisting slightly, also moving rhythmically.
'Groundhog' grew increasingly excited, arching his back like a male dog, thrusting
forcefully , groaning ecstatically, "Mmm... Oh..."
With each increasingly rapid thrust, 'Groundhog's' voice grew louder. Just
when I worried he was about to scream, he suddenly held his breath and fell silent, his back ramrod
straight.
He forcefully cupped Zhang Min's body at the hips, and then 'Groundhog' twitched
twice as if his whole body was convulsing. He then let out a breath, slumped down, and fell onto the bed with Zhang Min's body.
A while later, "Groundhog" climbed off Zhang Min's corpse, looking somewhat drunk and unsteady
. Needless to say, the ecstatic expression on his face
showed he had just had a good time. He
got off the bed and stood on the floor, hands on his hips, gazing at
Zhang Min .
Then, as if checking his spoils, he bent down and flipped Zhang Min's
body over again. He then grabbed Zhang Min's two slender ankles, lifted her legs, and
spread them wide apart, smacking his lips and staring at her crotch for a while.
Satisfied, he released Zhang Min's feet, turned, and left the bedroom for the bathroom.
A moment later, the sound of liquid hitting the toilet could be heard, followed by "Groundhog's"
satisfied panting.
I checked the time; it was already late at night, and the surroundings were completely silent. Looking at Zhang Min on the bed, I
saw her body still lying face up, after all the commotion.
Although her body was basically still in a "T" shape, the joints of her limbs were slightly bent
, making her posture look a bit like a dead frog lying belly up.
Her head was turned to one side, and her hair was messy, covering half of her face. Her shoulders
seemed relaxed, and her arms were outstretched at her sides, elbows bent, forming a wide
"W". Her wrists hung limply, and a few jade-like fingers gently twirled, like
a half-open orchid.
Her breasts were still "proudly" standing on her chest, and her legs were spread apart, displaying her private parts
without any restraint —a very lewd posture!
After my and 'Groundhog' took turns tormenting her, her vaginal opening was filled with a
liquid that looked like rice water, her pubic hair was covered in milky white mucus, and the skin at the base of her thighs was wet
and slippery , quietly reflecting a lewd sheen.
Sitting on the sofa, looking at Zhang Min's beautiful corpse on the bed, I
felt , and my little brother regained its vigor, itchy and swollen, ready to spring to life.
I held the cigarette I had just lit and taken a few puffs of, but I didn't have the patience to finish it, so I
stubbed it out in the ashtray, stood up, took a step forward, and stood again in front of the bed.
I reached out and straightened Zhang Min's legs, then picked up her feet and played with them for a while. Then, I bent down, straightened
her head, tidied her messy hair, and looked at her face.
Her half-open eyes were still staring blankly at the ceiling, looking utterly helpless. Her lips were
still slightly parted, the lip gloss still vibrant.
A chill ran down my spine, and my penis jerked hard. A thought suddenly popped into my head: why not let Zhang Min give
me another blowjob?
Without further ado, I quickly gathered Zhang Min's arms to either side of her body, pulled her legs
, and adjusted the corpse's position on the bed.
Next, I reached out and pinched Zhang Min's chin, trying to open her mouth a little wider
, but perhaps Zhang Min's body was beginning to stiffen.
I used a little force to pry open her teeth, placed a pillow behind her neck to
tilt her head back higher, and then gently pulled the corpse's chin to make her mouth face upwards.
Then, I spread my legs, straddled Zhang Min's shoulders, and knelt on the bed. I leaned down, supporting
myself , adjusted my position, and carefully brought my penis towards her mouth, letting
the head of my penis squeeze between her teeth.
The already dead Zhang Min lay motionless beneath me, her eyes half-open, seemingly
calmly watching my penis slowly approach her sensual lips.
She didn't blink even when the coarse, curly hair around my penis brushed against her clear cornea.
When the slightly sharp teeth in the corpse's mouth gently scraped against my penis, it brought me
not only the expected subtle sensation, but also a stimulating, exciting, and somewhat
unexpected feeling of surprise.
And so, most of my penis was inside the corpse's sensual mouth.
Zhang Min's mouth was cool, devoid of any warmth, yet still quite moist. Although
she had been dead for some time, her tongue remained remarkably soft, leading me to imagine how incredibly agile and adorable it must have been when she was
alive .
I began arching my back, letting her tongue tease my penis.
Unfortunately, her expected agility proved rather
clumsy when teasing my penis, leaving me somewhat disappointed.
Moreover, her corpse's position seemed rather awkward, making my erect penis
feel especially when I tried to move it. It was difficult to maintain direction.
Either the head of my penis would press against her cool jaw, or her lower teeth would dig into
the base of my penis, hindering my movements.
Of course, this wasn't Zhang Min's fault. Perhaps she was quite skilled at oral sex when she was alive, but now that
she was dead, even the best oral skills couldn't control her tongue.
To be more precise, it wasn't her teasing my penis with her tongue; it was me teasing her dead tongue with
my penis .
I arched my back a few more times and thrust into Zhang Min's mouth, but it still didn't feel quite right. Disappointed,
I got up from the bed, still feeling
unsatisfied, my penis stubbornly sticking out.
I put my hands on my hips, looked at Zhang Min's naked body on the bed, glanced around, and
stood by the sofa in the corner to gauge the height. Finally, I had an idea.
I turned back to the bed, bent down, picked up Zhang Min's body, and
laid her sideways on the sofa. I put her legs up on one armrest and her neck
against the other , her head drooping out, mouth pointing slightly upwards.
I stood next to her head to check the position, but it still wasn't ideal, so I moved both pillows from the bed...
I placed the bag under the corpse's back, which made Zhang Min's body more relaxed; her chest heaved
higher, while her head drooped lower.
I lifted her shoulders and pulled her further out, adjusting her position.
Now, her neck was almost completely outside the sofa, her drooping head forming a near
right angle , causing her mouth to turn from slightly upward to almost to the side.
I stabilized her body, leaned forward slightly, and adjusted her chin
again , finally finding the position I wanted.
I steadied myself, slightly parted my legs, and stood firmly beside the sofa. Then, I reached out and cupped her
face, arching my back slightly forward, and my penis once again entered Zhang Min's mouth.
And so, I stood there, thrusting into Zhang Min's mouth,
feeling . I could even manipulate her head with my hands, controlling the angle and direction as I pleased. Furthermore,
because her neck was fully extended, my penis could plunge straight into the depths of her mouth.
I consciously varied the depth of my penetration, sometimes letting her teeth gently scrape
the outside of my penis, sometimes letting the head rub against her still soft, moist tongue, and sometimes giving her a few
deep throat thrusts. When my penis touched the soft palate at the entrance of her throat, it even felt similar to touching her
genitals .
I became excited again, thrusting wildly into Zhang Min's mouth, the force increasing and the rhythm
faster!
Her body trembled with my thrusts, her legs
swaying , her two high breasts trembling, looking incredibly erotic!
I freed my hands and brazenly kneaded the female corpse's breasts, arching my back even more wildly. Each
thrust reached deep into Zhang Min's throat, her neck heaving with each penetration.
After a while, I was once again filled with that pleasurable feeling!
Finally, my penis throbbed with energy, reaching the point of climax. I held my breath, gripping
Zhang Min , my penis shoved to the hilt into her mouth!
With an unbearable urge, I ejaculated again, shooting deep into Zhang Min's
throat !
Then, after another ejaculation, I suppressed my throbbing, pulled my penis
out , and sprayed the remaining semen onto Zhang Min's face!
Then, I took a breath, opened my eyes, and smeared the remaining semen on my penis onto Zhang Min's
lips .
I watched a trickle of milky white fluid slowly flow down the corner of Zhang Min's mouth, and an
unprecedented .
Poor Zhang Min, due to a moment of carelessness, suffered a cruel and violent death, and even
her in peace, subjected to such humiliation and manipulation.
I stood there, my hands gripping the female corpse's breasts for support, looking down at Zhang Min
's face smeared with semen, panting heavily, savoring the wonderful feeling from just now.
Perhaps it was because I had exhausted too much energy while necrophilia, but a slight hunger pang stirred in my stomach
, so I went out of the bedroom to find something to eat.
I found that "Groundhog" had already sat down at the dining table, opening two
cans of food, eating a biscuit, and taking sips of a bottle of Zhuyeqing liquor every now and then.
The smell of alcohol made my stomach rumble involuntarily, so I quickly ran to the kitchen, found a
glass, returned to the bottle on the table, poured some, and took a swig.
Only then did I notice that all the chairs around the table, except for the one occupied by "Groundhog," were piled with
things. The chair next to me was piled with Zhang Min's clothes and shoes, another with the rope
used to bind her and "Groundhog's" SM tools, and a further chair had Zhang Min's
backpack .
I casually dragged over the nearest chair, lifted it up, and used my foot to push Zhang Min's clothes and
shoes further away, then plopped down and started eating and drinking.
Alcohol is a strange thing; after a few drinks, my head started to spin, and I
felt a bit hot all over. I became more talkative, bragging to "Groundhog" about how I had just violated
Zhang Min's corpse.
"Groundhog" drank even more than me, completely oblivious to everything else.
In no time, the bottle of "Bamboo Leaf Green" was empty. I clinked glasses with "Groundhog,"
downed the last bit of beer, and picked up the empty bottle, still
feeling .
The alcohol also made me a bit thirsty, and remembering there should be two leftover
bottles of beer in the kitchen, I got up and ran out to find them.
I turned back, tipsy, carrying the beer bottle, completely forgetting about Zhang Min's belongings scattered on the floor
. I stepped right on one of Zhang Min's high heels, stumbled, and almost dropped the beer bottle.
Luckily, "Groundhog" reached out and grabbed my arm; otherwise, I would have
definitely tripped over that damned high heel.
I steadied myself, sat back in my chair, leaned against the back to catch my breath, took the already opened beer bottle from "
Groundhog " and took a couple of sips before finally recovering.
When I looked back at "Groundhog," I saw him staring thoughtfully at the
high heel I had stepped on. Noticing me, he gave me a mischievous grin, took a sip of beer, and bent down to pick it up
.
He turned it over and over in his hands for a while, then held the shoe to his nose,
sniffing intently.
Next, he got up and picked up the other shoe, examined them side-by-side
, handed one to me, and then picked up the bottle to pour beer into the shoe.
"Groundhog" carefully held the back of the high heel, slightly lifting the toe to prevent the beer
from overflowing, meticulously maintaining the angle of the heel, and poured as much beer as possible into the shoe.
Then, carefully lifting the high-heeled shoe-shaped wine glass to his lips, he took two sips from the edge of the heel
, then turned his wrist around, flipped the high heel over, and opened his mouth to catch the fish-mouth spout on the toe, making a "glug glug" sound.
He downed the entire beer in the shoe.
Following the "groundhog's" example, I picked up the high heel beside me, brought it to my nose, and slowly
inhaled. A wonderful aroma filled my nostrils, swirling through my body.
It made me feel a ticklish sensation, as if a piece of ghee was slowly melting in my heart
, making my bones feel lighter and giving me a blissful feeling.
I buried my nose in the high heel, inhaling slowly and deeply, carefully savoring the
wonderful aroma inside, like tasting a rare fine wine.
The leather of the high heel was rich and full-bodied, yet smooth, reminding me of the tannins in red wine.
Upon closer inspection, I could separate a hint of ham-like meatiness from the leather.
Along with a touch of the oily texture of nuts, combined with a hint of chocolate
sweetness, I squinted my eyes, enjoying the experience.
After a long while, I slowly exhaled, burying my nose even deeper into the crevice of her shoe. I could
detect a hint of cheesy, tangy flavor, along with a subtle, moist, salty tang—somewhat
like fresh oysters drizzled with lemon juice.
The various scents intertwined, creating an irresistible allure. I wondered what magical chemical reaction had occurred between the high heels and
Zhang Min 's beautiful feet to produce such a mesmerizing
aroma.
Lost in my own world, I inhaled the fragrance of Zhang Min's high heels, and before I knew it, I had unconsciously
extended my tongue, licking and sucking into the crevice until the back of my tongue felt almost numb. Only then did
I lift my head and let out a satisfied sigh.
He took the beer bottle, took two sips, then held Zhang Min's high heels level with one hand and
carefully poured
the remaining beer into the shoe's sole with the other. He tilted his head back, brought the beer to the peep-toe of the shoe, and drank heartily. Then, satisfied, he slammed the shoe down on the table, watching with relish as the last
remaining beer foam on the shoe's upper
slowly trickled down, accumulating in a small puddle in the forefoot before slowly overflowing from the peep-toe.
Perhaps because he had eaten and replenished his energy, "Groundhog" seemed to have suddenly gained
a lot of strength. He let out a burp, staggered to his feet, and his hazy,
drunken eyes flickered with a burning desire.
I saw "Groundhog" leaning on the edge of the table, staring intently at the two beer-soaked high heels on it
. He gestured with his hands, muttering with a thick tongue,
"Damn it, if I hadn't already booked this deal with that 'dead pig,' I'd have chopped off her
feet and kept them for myself."
Then he picked up the shoes, slowly wobbling back into the bedroom, heading towards Zhang Min's corpse still
lying the sofa in the corner.
I then noticed that "Groundhog" was still naked. After having his fun on Zhang Min's corpse,
he hadn't bothered to get dressed before going to the bathroom and finding something to eat. His "rat skin" was still lying
on the floor next to the bed.
Looking at myself, I was also completely naked.
I stood up and followed "Groundhog." Zhang Min's body was still lying on the sofa
, her head drooping off the armrest, her lifeless eyes staring blankly as "Groundhog" walked to
her side. Her mouth was still open, and my semen was still on her face.
"Groundhog" went straight to the other end of the sofa, squatted down beside Zhang Min's feet, stared at the corpse's
feet for a while, and then put the still-wet high heels back on the corpse's
feet , deliberately not putting them on properly.
He only let the back of the shoe fit snugly over the corpse's heel, leaving most of the heel outside the shoe.
This created a wonderfully subtle gap between the beautiful arch of the corpse's foot and the high heel, which aroused me
again.
And so, Zhang Min's legs stretched straight out off the sofa, her feet dangling in mid-air, seemingly wearing
high heels, a sight that exuded undeniable allure.
"Groundhog" seemed quite pleased with himself, one hand stroking the corpse's smooth calves, the other
hand teasing the two toes peeking out from the peep-toe of her high heels.
The already dead Zhang Min naturally maintained that sensual pose, lying on her back, letting "Groundhog"
manipulate her feet. I moved to the other side and began to caress Zhang Min's other foot.
"Groundhog" held Zhang Min's foot and played with it for a while, then rubbed his already erect
member up and down her leg, before suddenly stopping and walking to the other side of the sofa.
I guessed what "Groundhog" wanted to do.
Sure enough, "Groundhog" stopped in front of Zhang Minyan, held his penis to the corpse's mouth,
then pinched Zhang Minyan's chin and moved it from side to side. He first bent over slightly, then thrust forward and
inserted his penis into Zhang Minyan's mouth.
Next, "Groundhog" held Zhang Minyan's head with both hands while thrusting his hips repeatedly.
I ignored "Groundhog" and grabbed Zhang Minyan's legs,
manipulating them in various ways. My penis was already hard and swollen again!
Thrusting there, I couldn't suppress the need to release it again. The intense lust
had already shaken my heart and made me lose control. The alcohol further made me lose my senses and let my imagination run wild.
Just then, "Groundhog's" cry snapped me back to reality. Looking up, I saw that "
Groundhog 's" thing was still stuck in Zhang Min's mouth, and he was gesturing with Zhang Min's arms.
It turned out that "Groundhog" felt the angle of Zhang Min's mouth and throat wasn't right, and wanted to turn her body
over to see if a different angle would feel better.
I was holding onto the female corpse's feet, which was inadvertently hindering his actions.
Understanding "Groundhog's" intention, I grabbed Zhang Min's ankles and, following "Groundhog
's" direction, slashed her body over. Zhang Min's body was now twisted at the waist, her full, round buttocks flipped
upside down, and "Groundhog's" thing was still in her mouth.
"Groundhog's" thing was essentially being stroked by Zhang Min's mouth, making him moan and groan.
With a groan, his body went limp, his waist arching forward, pushing his penis even
deeper .
"Groundhog" grabbed Zhang Min's arm, dragging her body closer to him. I took the opportunity to place
the female corpse 's feet on the floor. Zhang Min's body was positioned with her hips against the armrest of the sofa,
her upper body leaning forward, her neck seemingly straining to stretch straight ahead.
Her mouth was wide open, holding "Groundhog's" penis, her legs able to be slightly apart and straightened,
her high-heeled feet barely touching the ground. The two pillows piled on the sofa barely
supported the female corpse's abdomen, creating a strange indentation in her lower back!
It looked strangely sexy; two full, round, white, and soft buttocks were displayed
before my eyes without any concealment. My drunken eyes were momentarily dazed by these two white, fleshy buttocks. After a moment
, as if a camera lens had finally found the right focus, an
image gradually emerged in the middle of this fleshy white expanse.
Finally, it settled clearly—between the two round, white buttocks, the
chrysanthemum that rarely saw the light of day was clearly visible.
Similar to Zhang Min's labia, the skin around her anus was not very dark in color, perhaps because
the blood had stopped flowing after death, making it look less rosy and showing a faint bluish-gray hue, coupled with the relaxation of
muscles .
The skin folds also seemed to have lost their tension, appearing somewhat loose, making her anus
appear to be faintly open.
The half-open, half-closed chrysanthemum seemed to possess a mysterious allure under my hazy gaze,
stirring an irrepressible curiosity within me, a sudden urge to explore it.
Anal sex wasn't usually my preference; I'd just wanted to try something different, and had tried it
a few times , but she was always uncooperative, her anus always tightly shut as if in a spasm. I'd managed to get in a few times, but most of the
time it was halfway through.
She couldn't handle it before I even got my fill. I'd tried to train her a bit, but after a few attempts, it wasn't
very satisfying, so I lost interest.
Come to think of it, that's understandable; most people would feel uncomfortable having something stuck in their anus.
But this time, Zhang Min was an unconscious corpse; even if you cut off her head, she
wouldn't feel pain.
No matter what I did, she would obediently "cooperate."
I bent down, getting close to Zhang Min's buttocks, staring at the female corpse's anus bud for a while. Then,
I spread two fingers of my left hand and gently pried open Zhang Min's anus.
The dead Zhang Min lay there unresponsive, showing no resistance whatsoever. My fingers easily
opened her anus.
The opening was surprisingly clean; I didn't see any excrement in her rectum. Perhaps Zhang Min
hadn't eaten , becoming a vengeful ghost on an empty stomach.
The area around the opening wasn't very damp; the delicate skin seemed somewhat translucent
,
revealing a ring of interlocking teeth markings. The color and shape of the area beyond the boundary were different from the opening.
I extended my right middle finger and inserted it into this fleshy opening. I could feel
the muscles surrounding the opening, soft and still slightly elastic, but powerless, merely gently enveloping my finger
. The deeper parts felt empty.
Zhang Min had been dead for several hours; her intestines were already cold. When I bent my fingers,
I could touch the inside of her intestines—they felt slightly slippery and moist.
I withdrew my fingers, straightened up again, moved my feet forward, and placed my hands on the female corpse's buttocks
. Just as I was about to pounce, I suddenly remembered something and quickly turned around to
grab the lubricant I had used earlier.
Looking back at Zhang Min's body, I saw that her anus was still open, having been stretched open by my fingers
. Although I could see that the opening had slowly contracted a little, the muscles of the corpse ultimately lacked
tension and could not fully recover, leaving a listless hole.
On the other side, "Groundhog" seemed to have gotten into the swing of things,
grumbling and pulled Zhang Min's hair, pulling her head to a suitable angle while
arching his back as if in a spasm.
His penis was thrusting in and out of Zhang Min's mouth, the female corpse's head bobbing
back and forth . At larger movements, the vibrations spread throughout her body
, causing Zhang Min's hips and buttocks to tremble with each thrust. My heart pounded
, and my uncontrollable desire surged once more.
I hurriedly squeezed some lubricant into Zhang Min's anus, then stepped forward,
grabbing My penis, pressed between her buttocks, trembled excitedly.
I adjusted my position slightly, found the right spot, and then with a thrust, my hot penis
felt a sudden coolness as it entered the female corpse's anus.
Zhang Min was dead, unable to resist, so I didn't encounter much resistance upon entry, though
I could still clearly feel it was tighter than her vagina.
Especially the initial part seemed tighter; I could clearly feel the surrounding sphincter muscles like
a fleshy tube encasing my penis, creating a naturally comfortable
pressure!
But when I inserted it all the way in, and the head of my penis reached into her rectum, there was a slight
emptiness , unlike the solid feeling when it reached the bottom of the vagina and touched the cervix.
However, as I pulled my penis back, when the glans unexpectedly passed through the transition zone between tightness and looseness
, I experienced a wonderful, surprising sensation. The unexpected friction against the head of my penis
sent a jolt, like an electric shock, making my heart tingle.
Zhang Min's body lay there, the sofa armrest pressing against her hips, her buttocks raised, her legs
dangling straight down, her high heels barely touching the ground.
This position perfectly positioned her buttocks, because only two pillows supported them .
Her belly, the female corpse's waist slightly sunken, made her buttocks stick out even higher.
In this position, the angle of her anus perfectly accommodated the movement of my penis, and I
thrust even more forcefully, my whole body filled with that
feeling that it might explode at any moment.
On the other side of the sofa, 'Groundhog' was intently inserting his penis into Zhang Min's mouth,
rhythmically .
I inadvertently discovered that when my thrusting rhythm was in sync with 'Groundhog's,
the pleasure in my penis was particularly intense, as if Zhang Min's corpse was responding to my
thrusts .
Clearly, 'Groundhog' had also discovered this secret, and soon the two of them found
a tacit rhythm, going back and forth, until Zhang Min's corpse trembled with our rhythm.
We grew increasingly excited, our thrusting faster and faster. The heavy breathing and
soft moans mingled together.
I felt a warm sensation build up inside my penis, the temperature rising
and the pressure increasing. I held my breath, my penis trembling, trying to stop the heat from
overflowing . Several times I almost couldn't hold on any longer.
Finally, my penis trembled again, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a breath, and the
heat finally burst forth. I gripped Zhang Min's hips, gritted my teeth, and silently counted each
thrust .
At the same time, "Groundhog" ejaculated into Zhang Min's mouth. She was now supporting herself with her hands
, head drooping, panting.
Zhang Min's hair was a mess, pulled by "Groundhog," her head drooping to one side, her mouth still half-filled with
"Groundhog's" penis, white, sticky fluid oozing from the corner of her mouth and trickling down her cheeks.
"Groundhog" and I tossed and turned Zhang Min's body like this for most of the night. Later,
both of us were exhausted, our backs aching and legs weak, so we dragged Zhang Min's body off the sofa, tossed it
carelessly onto the floor, turned off the light, and collapsed onto the bed and sofa respectively.
When I woke up, it was almost noon the next day. I got out of bed and looked
around Zhang Min's body was still lying quietly on the floor beside the bed, but "Groundhog"
was nowhere to be seen.
A little worried, I quickly took out my phone and dialed "Groundhog's" number, but after a few rings, I didn't
hear his voice.
A chill ran down my spine. Just as I started to have my suspicions, "Groundhog" finally
answered the phone. It turned out he had gone out to meet with "Flying Pig," collected the deposit and Zhang Min's
"dowry," and was on his way back.
I breathed a sigh of relief, hung up, went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and then returned to the bedroom,
squatting down next to Zhang Min's body again.
I reached out and touched her still-erect breasts. Needless to say,
they were already ice-cold, but the smooth, delicate texture of the skin remained unchanged.
However, the texture of her breasts didn't feel as soft as when she had just died, and the elasticity seemed to have
decreased . Touching them gave my fingers a strange, different kind of stimulation.
Her skin seemed to have become whiter, and the veins beneath seemed more prominent
. The nipples had also lost their vibrant color, appearing somewhat pale.
She lay there in the same position as the night before, her eyes still half-open, though
her gaze was beginning to cloud.
Traces of dried semen could be seen on her face and around her mouth. While the female corpse's complexion
was still remarkably lifelike, a faint grayish hue could be sensed beneath her skin.
The lipstick she had used was of good quality, making the
areas appear moist and glossy. Her long, slender neck was held straight, her arms slightly bent
and outstretched at her sides, the curves of her waist and hips still quite alluring.
Her legs were still awkwardly spread apart, with traces of
dried . Between her legs, the bushy pubic hair, messed up by me and "Groundhog,"
was now a tangled mess, the dried liquid clinging to it like glue, sticking her curly hair
together .
The slit of flesh peeking out from the pubic hair was still slightly open, but the two labia looked
somewhat dry, no longer moist. Inside the slit, you could see some of
the residue that "Groundhog" and I had left there; it was grayish-white, dirty, and sticky.
Further down, her two beautiful long legs looked largely unchanged, her feet in
the high heels "Groundhog" had put on her, stretched straight out.
I bent down and removed the high heels from Zhang Min's corpse feet. The high heels that had held beer were almost
completely dry, with no obvious traces visible on the outside.
But the remaining beer, having been trapped in the high heels for so long, had created
a strange smell on the female corpse's feet, which gently diffused into the surrounding air as the high heels fell off.
I reached out and grabbed Zhang Min's ankle, trying to lift her feet, but found that her legs had
become stiff at some point, and her ankle joints could hardly move.
I tried to bend the woman's toes again and found that those once nimble toes had lost their ability to bend or straighten
. However, this fixed the sexy and alluring posture of her feet,
keeping the toes in the slightly upturned position they had when they came out of high heels.
After a while, "Groundhog" returned, and the next thing to do was to clean up
the mess.
Actually, it wasn't too complicated; it was just about cleaning up Zhang Min's body,
dressing to the place arranged by "Flying Pig."
According to the plan, we didn't need to meet with the buyer. Zhang Min's body would be kept at the place arranged by "Flying Pig"
for another night, waiting for the buyer to "pick up" her the next day.
I winked at "Groundhog," walked over to Zhang Min's body, and grabbed her foot again.
Her knees were straight, her entire leg stiff as a stick.
I switched hands, holding her ankle and dragging her body, finding her entire body
even stiffer than I had expected, as if the joints of her spine were frozen together.
"Groundhog" lifted her shoulders on the other side, revealing that her arms were also stiff. Even
suspended in mid-air, they didn't droop, maintaining the slightly bent elbows resting on
either side , her hands slightly open.
Her neck was also stiff, looking as if an iron rod had been driven through it.
"Groundhog" and I lifted Zhang Min's cold, stiff body, the movement resembling a clothing store
employee clumsily moving a mannequin.
And so, "Groundhog" carried Zhang Min's shoulders backwards in front, while I followed behind carrying her
legs. The two of us carried her naked, stiff body out of the bedroom. As we approached the bathroom door, "Groundhog"
twisted his waist, glanced back at the door frame, and tiptoed inside.
The bathroom was rather cramped, and Zhang Min's body, lying stiffly sideways
, was somewhat obstructed when turning. Her waist bumped against the sink next to the door on one side,
and then the door frame bumped against her legs on the other.
We stumbled and struggled to carry Zhang Min's body into the bathroom. "Groundhog" retreated to the corner, stopped at the edge of
the bathtub , slightly turned his body, and gently swayed Zhang Min's shoulders into the tub
before letting go.
Zhang Min fell into the tub like a log, her head and shoulders hitting
the bottom of the tub almost simultaneously with a thud.
I lowered her feet as well, but her stiff body remained upright, making it impossible to place her whole body into the bathtub
. "Groundhog" and I, somewhat unwilling to give up, frantically tried to move her body around, but couldn't
find a better solution.
Finally, we settled on the original arrangement, leaving Zhang Min's body lying diagonally in the bathtub, with
her feet hanging outside.
Her two stiff calves were propped up on the edge of the tub, her feet sticking out high,
as if wasn't forgetting to show off her sexy legs even in death.
I bent down and plugged the drain, then pulled the showerhead, turned on the faucet, and began
washing Zhang Min's body.
First and foremost, I
cleaned extra care, holding the showerhead in one hand and gently rubbing between her thighs with the other.
Under the warm water, the "paste" clinging to the pubic hair between Zhang Min's legs gradually dissolved
, and her somewhat dry labia regained their moisture.
After washing away the external dirt, the skin at the base of the female corpse's thighs and the mound of flesh hidden behind the pubic hair
appeared white and tender again, smooth and delicate to the touch.
Next, I extended two fingers and gently parted Zhang Min's private parts. Zhang Min had been dead for almost
a whole day, and after we had thoroughly ravaged her after death, her elasticity had diminished considerably.
At this point, it was quite loose, and I didn't have to do much to open her opening wide,
making cleaning much easier.
There was still some murky mucus there, left by me and "Groundhog." I turned
the showerhead switch, concentrating the scattered water flow into a single stream, and then turned the water flow up even more
, before holding the showerhead against her opening and washing the inside of her vagina.
After rinsing for a while, I inserted a finger into her vagina and, using the running water, carefully probed
and explored every corner of her vagina several times. Thinking I had done enough, I
withdrew my finger.
Looking closer, she appeared clean and dry; the folds and clitoris were all clean
. However, the once rosy walls of her vagina had lost their color, turning grayish-white,
which no longer the same allure.
Having finished my work, I put down the showerhead and stood up to catch my breath.
The bathtub was now more than half full, the showerhead at the bottom still spraying water, the gently rising
water rippling and slowly surging, almost reaching the woman's knees
.
On the other side, Zhang Min's upper body was already completely submerged in the water. Her face was underwater,
her hair floating around her head, gently swaying with the ripples.
The light reflected off the water, making the female corpse's face look somewhat surreal.
Her eyes were half-open underwater, their lifeless pupils appearing dark and empty. Her mouth was also open, and
one could clearly see the murky, grayish-yellow liquid that had accumulated inside her. After being soaked in the warm water poured into her mouth
, it gradually dissolved and then trickled out from the corners of her mouth.
'Groundhog' reached out and picked up the bath sponge, squatted down, and began to
scrub Zhang Min's body, from her face to her neck, from her shoulders to her arms.
'Groundhog' was particularly meticulous in cleaning Zhang Min's chest.
Then, we picked up the showerhead and carefully rinsed Zhang Min's mouth, inserting two fingers into her
mouth and scrubbing her teeth and tongue several times.
After that, the bathtub was almost full. "Groundhog" turned off the
shower the plug to drain the water, and then lifted the corpse's arms. I understood and stepped forward to grab
Zhang Min's ankles, and together with "Groundhog," we turned her body over. Only
then did we notice that after almost a day, several patches of
lividity had appeared on Zhang Min's back, patches of red that made her once smooth, fair back mottled.
There were no lividity near her shoulder blades and buttocks, but
the flat marks from the floor were clearly visible, appearing exceptionally pale against the surrounding red lividity.
"Groundhog" looked down at the woman's back for a while, squeezed the bath sponge in its hand
, and silently began to scrub Zhang Min's back, then her buttocks.
Zhang Min's anus was another area that needed special attention, so "Groundhog" moved the body slightly.
He then told me to hold one of the female corpse's legs.
He held the showerhead in his left hand and sprayed water on Zhang Min's anus, while carefully rubbing
her anus with his right middle finger. Finally, he removed the showerhead and inserted the hose directly into Zhang Min's
anus , turning the water flow to maximum and continuously rinsing.
After rinsing for a while, the bathtub was almost full again. "Groundhog" turned off the tap, picked up
the , and used the water in the bathtub to scrub Zhang Min's legs and feet several times from top to bottom.
Then, we drained the water, turned Zhang Min's body around, reconnected the showerhead
to the hose, and the two of us rinsed Zhang Min's body thoroughly from head to toe, inside and out,
several times with clean water.
Finally, we spread two large bath towels on the bathroom floor, dragged Zhang Min's body out of the bathtub, placed it
on the towels, and carefully dried the surface of the body.
After finishing all that, "Groundhog" and I carried Zhang Min's body out of the bathroom and
placed it on the bed in the bedroom.
"Groundhog" opened the bag he had brought back and took
out .
First was a loose-fitting white tulle dress; needless to say, this was Miss Zhang Min's
wedding dress .
At first glance, the style wasn't ugly, but the quality was clearly not very good, seemingly a bit unworthy of Zhang Min,
the "bride." But then again, Zhang Min was already dead; the so-called wedding dress was ultimately
just something to be buried with, so using something too nice would be a waste.
Next, "Groundhog" took out a pair of high heels from the bag; they didn't seem new, but
the quality looked decent.
It was at least much better than that wedding dress. The ivory-white satin was a perfect match for classic wedding shoes
, and the style was quite sexy, with a peep-toe and a cluster of pearl flowers on the upper. The platform sole was about
half an inch high, making the slender heels appear even taller.
Finally, I pulled out a pair of stockings from the bottom of the bag, still wrapped in cellophane, which looked brand new.
Next, I prepared to dress up the "bride," Zhang Min. It was then that I noticed that the package "
Groundhog " had brought back didn't include underwear or a bra for Zhang Min.
I reached out and touched Zhang Min's naked body, wondering if I should just let her go "naked" like this. "
Groundhog," however, had a sudden inspiration. He went over and picked up the bra Zhang Min had worn when she was alive
, saying in a slick voice, "A bride should dress up a bit more formally for her wedding."
He then reached out and pinched Zhang Min's nipples.
I took the bra, bent down, and slipped one strap onto the corpse's arm. However, Zhang Min's
body was as stiff as a puppet; her joints couldn't move, making even putting on a bra difficult. It took me a while
to finally get the bra strap onto her shoulder.
Next, I half-turned Zhang Min's body over and hooked the bra clasp together from behind.
Then, I laid the corpse back on its back, ran my fingers along her shoulders, and
straightened the slightly twisted strap.
With my free hand, I adjusted the position of the bra cups, gathering her two breasts, though cold, yet still
smooth , and fitting them snugly inside.
Then, I slightly tightened the straps, making Zhang Min's breasts stand out even more, looking exceptionally alluring.
"Groundhog" had already taken Zhang Min's panties from the side. As I straightened up, "Groundhog"
stepped forward, bent down at the corpse's feet, and first ran his hands over Zhang Min's feet again. Then, he
slightly lifted the corpse's feet and slipped the panties over her ankles.
Next, carefully pulling on the lace trim, he slowly slid
the panties to Zhang Min's crotch.
Then, "Groundhog" stopped, reaching between Zhang Min's legs again, caressing her
vulva, his fingers fiddling around the corpse's labia for a while
, and stroking her pubic hair a few times before withdrawing his hands. He then pulled the panties up to his waist,
smoothing the lace trim with his fingers before finally putting the panties on Zhang Min's corpse.
While I was doing this, I unwrapped the new stockings, picked one up,
and . After "Groundhog" helped Zhang Min put on her panties, I
bent down again and put the stocking on the female corpse's left foot.
I slowly slipped the toe of the stocking onto Zhang Min's toes, carefully adjusted its position, and then
slowly unfolded the stocking, pulling it up her leg until it reached the middle of her thigh. Then
I turned back and, starting from her toes, smoothed the stocking evenly upwards, correcting any slight
twists .
Finally, I gently lifted the lace edge of the stocking and smoothed it down the female corpse's thigh.
As I savored this strangely sensual process, I caressed Zhang Min's legs and feet through the stocking
. After putting on the stocking, Zhang Min's legs felt less cold to the touch, which felt incredibly comfortable.
On the other side, "Groundhog" had also put a stocking on Zhang Min's right foot and was now holding her
"wedding dress."
Seeing this, I bent down again, and following "Groundhog's" gesture, I grabbed the female corpse's shoulders, raising
Zhang Min 's upper body slightly. Then, "Groundhog" and I took turns manipulating Zhang Min's
body, trying to put the wedding dress on her.
I initially thought this would be similar to dressing a mannequin in a clothing store, but it was completely
different.
Zhang Min's body was stiff and unresponsive, and after death, it felt incredibly heavy,
especially her two stiff arms, which were particularly difficult to put on.
We then remembered that in clothing stores, the arms of mannequins could be removed, fitted into
clothes and then reattached, but we couldn't break Zhang Min's arms and then reattach them.
And so, after much effort, "Groundhog" and I finally managed to get the dead Zhang Min
dressed .
We laid Zhang Min's body down and put the high heels on her feet.
By this time, the female corpse was dressed.
The remaining task was to groom Zhang Min. Since I knew nothing about makeup
, I stood aside with my arms crossed, watching "Groundhog" earnestly comb and apply makeup to Zhang Min.
"Groundhog" picked out a few hair clips from Zhang Min's belongings and began
using a comb and brush around her head. After a while, he finally managed to
tie up Zhang Min's long, loose hair.
The effect seemed quite good. Then, "Groundhog" took Zhang Min's small makeup box
, first closing her eyes,
then , he carefully drew her eyes and eyebrows with brushes and pens.
Finally, he used lipstick to give her lips a final touch.
After finishing these tasks, "Groundhog" examined Zhang Min's nail polish on the corpse's hands. Seeing that
the nail polish remained vibrant, he skipped this step and put the polish
back.
Then, he glanced back at me, took a step back, and looked Zhang Min's beautiful corpse lying before him from all sides.
It had to be said, after this makeover, Zhang Min's face, which had begun to darken, had regained some of
the radiant beauty she possessed immediately after death. Her neck was still stiff, but it had a certain "uprightness
," giving her a demure air, like a bride before her wedding.
"Groundhog" looked at Zhang Min's corpse for a while, then stepped forward and tucked
in the wedding dress, further emphasizing the exquisite curves of the beautiful corpse beneath.
Zhang Min's feet, clad in high heels, peeked slightly from under the hem of her dress; through the peep-toe tips of her shoes,
her toes hidden in stockings were incredibly sexy.
"Groundhog" reached out and touched the woman's feet, then her chest, as if completing a final
inspection. He whistled smugly. Now, our Miss Zhang Min could finally "
leave the house ."
Because Zhang Min's stiff body couldn't bend, "Groundhog" and I had to
fold down the back seats to connect the rear seats to the trunk, creating a large enough
space.
Then, "Groundhog" and I wrapped Zhang Min's body up, placed it diagonally in the back of the car,
covered it tightly, piled some miscellaneous items on top, and carefully checked it inside and out to make sure it was
perfectly before stealthily driving off.
"Groundhog" had always handled deliveries alone before; this was the first time I'd gone with him, having only
heard about it from him.
This "Flying Pig" was a fat, dark-skinned man who had found a way to make money off the dead. He
contracted the morgue of a town hospital in a neighboring county, and taking advantage of the location, he started a business selling female corpses for
ghost marriages. His morgue was used to store the bodies of these "brides."
Naturally, there couldn't be any mistakes during the transport of the corpses. We were extremely careful the whole way, afraid of encountering
any trouble. It felt like walking on thin ice, as if facing an abyss.
The journey itself wasn't particularly long, but this time, time seemed to stand still,
passing by incredibly slowly.
We drove on, trembling with fear, for who knows how long, finally reaching
the meeting point with "Flying Pig." Thank goodness, nothing went wrong along the way. "Groundhog" and I finally breathed
a sigh of relief, only then realizing that we were drenched in cold sweat.
We didn't have time to think about anything else. We got out of the car, composed ourselves, and quickly carried Zhang Min's body into
the morgue .
Of course, a beautiful bride always attracts attention, and Zhang Min was no exception. Moreover, a female corpse
of age and freshness was even rarer than a beautiful living bride,
making her a truly exceptional find. "Flying Pig" stared, his mouth agape, almost drooling.
Unsurprisingly, besides being amazed, "Flying Pig" was also unusually concerned about the cause of Zhang Min's death.
"Groundhog" and I, already prepared, "frankly" told him how Zhang Min had
accidentally drowned, and how we had coincidentally discovered and retrieved her body while fishing… We told a story with
great detail.
After hearing our story, "Flying Pig" examined and handled Zhang Min's body
for a while , seemingly "verifying" the cause of death, before taking a wad of cash from a purse and handing it to "
Groundhog."
The eerie morgue was obviously not a place to linger, so "Groundhog" and I quickly counted the money
and left.
At this point, for us, the deal was done.
The real buyer would come to "Flying Pig's" place the next day to "pick up the bride," but that was no longer our concern
.
However, since we had killed Zhang Min, we wouldn't feel at ease until we saw her body buried
.
So, the next day, when Zhang Min was officially "married off," "Groundhog" and I decided
to go .
We hid in the car, keeping a watchful eye on the morgue. Sure enough, we saw a van with its windows covered
drive up,
and several people carried a yellow coffin out and into the morgue. After a while, the yellow coffin was carried out again .
Judging from the way the people were walking, the coffin seemed much heavier, so we guessed Zhang Min's body was already inside.
We followed the van carrying the body at a distance, winding our way into the valley
. After some time, we came to a small town, and the van
stopped at a house on the edge of the town.
Several people came out of the house and carried the coffin inside; presumably, that was Zhang Min's "in-laws' home
. "
Judging from the condition of the walls, the house was fairly well-maintained, and since they could afford such a high price for Zhang Min
's body, her "in-laws" must be a respectable family in this area.
"Groundhog" and I stopped and hid the car.
We couldn't go into the courtyard, of course, but luckily this town was nestled in a mountain valley, and behind the courtyard...
Not far diagonally opposite, there was a weed-covered loess slope with several abandoned cave dwellings
. "Groundhog" and I crawled through the sparse grove of trees and climbed the slope.
Sure enough, we could see the activity inside the courtyard below. "Groundhog" and I hid behind the doorway of one of the dilapidated
cave , crouched down, and peered into the courtyard.
We saw the coffin, its lid open, placed in the center of the courtyard. Inside lay the corpse of a young woman—Zhang Min
. A group of people were gesturing and pointing around the coffin; they were probably Zhang Min's in-laws' friends and relatives,
whispering and pointing at the body.
There was also a shed in the courtyard, under which a paper sedan chair was visible. There were also some kind of
altar or offering table, and several men and women, who looked like witches, shamans, or geomancers,
were bustling about.
After a while, under the direction of the geomancer, someone put something into the coffin,
and then someone else closed the lid, hammering nails in. Zhang Min was officially sealed inside the
wooden box.
By the time this was done, it was nearly dusk, and the sky was darkening. The people in the courtyard gathered again under
the shed, making a racket for a while before suddenly falling silent. Then,
shadowy figures could be seen moving about under the shed, presumably busy offering incense to the spirits of Baifen Quanshen.
A moment later, the people surged out of the shed into the courtyard. Several porters stood around the coffin, indicating
the time suddenly, mournful drumming and music rang out, along with red paper money fluttering in the air
. The group, carrying white paper lanterns, lifted the coffin, along with paper houses and sedan chairs, and left
the courtyard, howling and wailing as they followed the dirt road in front of the gate.
"Groundhog" and I quickly slid down the slope and followed the group at a distance, watching them enter
the cemetery.
It was already pitch black. "Groundhog" and I hid in the shadows under a large tree in the distance, watching
the ghostly figures of the group. We saw a hole already dug into the side of a grave mound; this must
be Zhang Min's burial place.
The soul-guiding banner fluttered in the cold night wind, and the wailing sounds of gongs and suonas continued
. Zhang Min's body, placed in the coffin, was slowly lowered into the pit. Then,
silently …
Finally, the flames of burning paper money gradually died down in front of the grave. "Groundhog" and I had already
slipped away like ghosts. The wedding party had also left, leaving only Zhang Min there
, lying alone in the dark grave, a lonely, wandering ghost—the "bride."
…
The End

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