Ice Love Rape and Murder of Female Netizen Author: Ye Yuhan

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********** ... Because she values feelings more, if love comes her way, she'll give it her all, no matter who the other person is. Of course, Zhang Xiaoli still hopes the other person is handsome and cool. Just then, an avatar on Zhang Xiaoli's QQ started flashing. This constantly flashing one-eyed pirate's name was Bu Hui (No Regrets). Bu Hui's first message was: "Hi, pretty girl, hello." Bu Hui had added Zhang Xiaoli a few months ago. Zhang Xiaoli had posted some valuable posts on a local forum, which attracted Bu Hui to add her on QQ. Later, they started an online relationship. "Shall we meet?" Bu Hui sent a message. (Finally meeting? I wonder if he's handsome.) Zhang Xiaoli only typed two words: "Agreed." "What are you wearing now?" " A black suit skirt, black stockings, and black high heels." "I want to see you in high-heeled sandals." "Okay, I'll go home after work and change. See you in two hours." Two hours later, the city night after the rain was shrouded in the ambiguous glow of neon lights. Zhang Xiaoli's home was close to her workplace. After returning home, she masturbated for a while, then changed out of her business attire, put on a pink short dress, black high-heeled sandals, and carried a small white bag. She gracefully arrived at the meeting place with Bu Hui. A pale-faced man stood under a huge locust tree, waving at her. He said, "Hello, I am Bu Hui." Bu Hui said, "You are very beautiful." He then smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth. Zhang Xiaoli smiled back, a gentle smile. She knew that this smile was the most beautiful. "You are even more handsome than I imagined," Zhang Xiaoli said, speaking her mind. "Really?" Zhang Xiaoli nodded shyly, revealing her charming smile again. Although Zhang Xiaoli was already 22 years old, it was rare to see a man as handsome as him. In his twenties, his face had strong and distinct features, and his temperament was not only cool but also cold, especially his frighteningly pale skin. Zhang Xiaoli also had an indescribable feeling. After thinking for a while, she defined that feeling as a kind of murderous gaze. The evening breeze rustled the locust tree leaves. Zhang Xiaoli looked around; people were coming and going. This wasn't a good place to talk, she thought. "Let's find somewhere to sit," Zhang Xiaoli suggested. Blue lights, blue alcohol, and blue music. Zhang Xiaoli and Bu Hui enjoyed it all in a corner of the Night No Return bar, chatting casually. Like many online friends meeting in person, he only talked about his online views on life, avoiding discussing his own life as much as possible. He was talkative and witty, his humor often making Zhang Xiaoli chuckle. Chatting with a man like this was perhaps the happiest thing. Zhang Xiaoli found this man increasingly endearing. She even started to fantasize about this handsome man picking her up from work one day, and how the usually self-important girls in the company would look at her. Maybe this man was her destined prince charming. Who knows? When fate comes, you can't stop it. She introduced herself: "My name is Zhang Xiaoli, and yours?" He smiled again, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "My name is Li Qiang." Exchanging names is the most important step for online friends before making intimate contact. Zhang Xiaoli was happy to meet him and felt a sense of regret for not having met him sooner. Because of the genuine feeling and the romantic atmosphere, she was already captivated by him. "Li Qiang, Li Qiang..." Zhang Xiaoli murmured the name a few times. The ensuing conversation seemed to carry a subtle hint of intimacy. They talked about their lives, their work, and their families. Li Qiang looked at the beautiful girl opposite him. Her hair was a beautiful black, neatly and smoothly draped down, gradually curling slightly near her earlobes before falling loosely over her shoulders, fluffy and exuding youthful vibrancy. Her fair face, bathed in the lamplight, radiated a soft glow. Beneath her delicate, slender eyebrows were bright, expressive eyes that seemed to hold a deep, tender affection. Below her smooth, high-bridged nose were slightly parted, bright red lips that made one want to lick them. Zhang Xiaoli wore a beautiful short dress that subtly revealed her full breasts, covered by a bra. Below, half of her rounded thighs were exposed, and beneath the short dress were a pair of slender, jade-like legs—smooth, soft, and incredibly alluring! They were displayed so perfectly before his eyes, and the way her thighs were partially exposed under the miniskirt only fueled his fantasies. Looking further down, Zhang Xiaoli's long, shapely calves were adorned with a pair of exquisite high-heeled sandals. The sandals featured several soft, thin straps that accentuated the feet's suppleness and length. Equally slender black straps curved around the heels, wrapping around the delicate ankles. The sandals had a platform, resulting in a 10-centimeter heel. Her delicate little feet, clad in these strappy high-heeled sandals, were fair and tender, seemingly boneless. Her ten adorable toes had neatly manicured nails that peeked out from the tips of the shoes, their white toes painted with shimmering pink nail polish, resembling ten tiny flower petals, adding to her allure. Her insteps were slender and delicate, with faint blue veins visible beneath. Her heels were so rosy and clean, a pale pink that gradually transitioned to a tender white. These two alluring beauties, nestled beneath her long, jade-like legs, resembled two graceful lotus blossoms. He longed to reach out and touch them. "Wearing such high-heeled sandals is practically a way to seduce men!" Li Qiang thought to himself. Girls always like to dress provocatively when they feel safest, arousing men's sexual interest without any real purpose. However, once this safety is broken, they become prey for men and the perfect object for venting their lust. Therefore, those girls who are raped, gang-raped, or murdered deserve it. One of the important reasons they suffer such a fate is their own inherent promiscuity. From a primal animalistic perspective, the purpose of dressing up is to attract the attention of the opposite sex, and the purpose of attracting the opposite sex is mating and reproduction. Li Qiang sat down on a chair by the window and poured her a glass of red wine. They began to drink slowly together. After a few glasses, Zhang Xiaoli became more cheerful, her face flushed, and her words became somewhat lewd. She imagined the man opposite her pouncing on her, pressing down on her, kneading her full breasts, and forcefully entering her tender vagina. She felt a heat in her lower abdomen, a tingling sensation in her vagina, a deep emptiness, and a sticky, lustful fluid flowing out unconsciously, hoping something would enter and fill her.

Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help but reach her hand between her legs. Her delicate fingers first gently pressed on her breasts, then slowly slid down to her slightly protruding belly, which was tightly wrapped in her short skirt. She naturally pressed down a few times, then continued downwards... Ah, Zhang Xiaoli suddenly stopped her fingers. What's wrong with me? She couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
When the two came out, Zhang Xiaoli was already unsteady on her feet, her head was dizzy, and her speech was slurred. Li Qiang put his arm around Zhang Xiaoli's waist and helped her walk down the street. "Where do you live? Let me take you home."
Zhang Xiaoli knew that if she rashly let a man take her home at this time, something was bound to happen. Perhaps Li Qiang would play melodious and sad music, perhaps he would buy her a drink, perhaps after drinking they would kiss... perhaps after kissing... Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoli's vagina felt hot and itchy, and streams of vaginal fluid seeped through her thin panties and flowed down her round and slender thighs.
Zhang Xiaoli glanced at the time on her phone, gathering her wandering thoughts. What was there to be afraid of? She'd had three boyfriends before, experienced and familiar with many things, and believed she could handle anything that happened. Besides, this man in front of her was so charming.
Zhang Xiaoli wasn't a virgin; she'd had three boyfriends while still in school, and had sexual relations with two of them.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoli's readily agree, Li Qiang hailed a taxi.
In the car, Zhang Xiaoli told Li Qiang that her roommate wouldn't be there tonight and wouldn't be back until noon the next day.
The taxi stopped, two blinding beams of light illuminating the old building. Zhang Xiaoli's heart began to pound; she didn't know if she was truly looking forward to it or afraid of what was about to happen.
They got out of the car, hand in hand, and walked up the long, dark staircase, their high-heeled sandals clicking on the concrete floor. The staircase was narrow, and the two were very close. Zhang Xiaoli felt Li Qiang's arm just below her right breast. With each step they took, Li Qiang's arm would brush against her nipple. By the time they reached the room, Zhang Xiaoli was already unable to control herself.
Once home, they found a sofa and sat down. Zhang Xiaoli hadn't expected to suddenly be alone with Li Qiang. Sitting on the cushion, her heart pounded. She couldn't hear a word Li Qiang said; she was flustered and her face was flushed.
Then Li Qiang reached out and pulled Zhang Xiaoli close. They kissed and embraced passionately. Their lips intertwined, and Li Qiang, in a state of extreme arousal, reached behind Zhang Xiaoli's dress, impatiently pulling down the zipper. The loosened top didn't immediately fall down as they were pressed together, but Li Qiang's hands easily slipped under her armpits and inside her dress, grasping her slightly trembling, large breasts. His touch revealed smooth, delicate skin and graceful curves.
In her tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, Li Qiang vaguely saw the yearning in this beautiful woman's heart. He gently released her fiery lips and kissed her slightly reddened eyelids. She let out a long breath; a mere gentle squeeze of her breasts was enough to drive her wild with desire. Zhang
Xiaoli's body was utterly weak, leaning limply against Li Qiang. A warm sensation between her legs, like she had just urinated, filled her senses. The gentle caresses on her breasts were like plucking the strings of desire. She felt as if her entire body was on fire, even her thin clothes seemed superfluous. She unconsciously twisted her body, involuntarily uttering intoxicating, dreamlike moans.
Li Qiang clearly saw two pink silk lace bras tightly encasing Zhang Xiaoli's full breasts, the areolas protruding slightly against her clothing. The pink demi-cup bra couldn't quite cover her full breasts; pale pink areolas peeked out from the edges of the lace-embroidered high-end bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed. Her snow-white breasts were undeniably alluring. Li Qiang caressed her breasts with one hand, while the other reached towards the triangle area of her lower abdomen.
"Already wet," Li Qiang said, completely infatuated. Zhang Xiaoli giggled, kicking off her high-heeled sandals and swaying her hips. Li Qiang finally gently carried her to the bed…
He kissed and licked his way down to the base of Zhang Xiaoli's thighs, gradually moving towards her secret triangle. The closer he got to her private parts, the more rapid her breathing became. He stared at Zhang Xiaoli's mysterious triangle, her private area between her thighs covered by a pink silk panty, her vulva plump like a perfectly ripe peach. Through the pink panty, he could clearly see her lovely pink labia, black pubic hair comfortably covering her sacred feminine domain, the petals subtly concealing her high mons pubis.
He couldn't help but kiss her triangle, squeezing it repeatedly; it was slippery and smooth, and he could clearly feel Zhang Xiaoli's abundant vaginal fluid. Zhang Xiaoli moaned incessantly, pressing his head down with her hands, her legs clamped tightly together.
He couldn't resist pulling off her pink mini-skirt, revealing her spread legs, allowing him a close look at the deep cleavage on her mons pubis, which fueled his fantasies. He then placed her left and right legs on the edge of the bed, revealing her full, round buttocks, between which lay a wisp of pink transparent silk panty, covering her already soaked private area.
Li Qiang finally removed Zhang Xiaoli's last line of defense: pink, transparent, sexy silk panties. Her skin was smooth and supple, almost boneless; her dark eyes were clear as autumn water; her cherry lips were red and alluring; her breasts were round and firm; her waist was slender; her soft abdomen was smooth as satin; her legs were long and shapely; and her soft, fine hair framed her flower-like face, making her beautiful and charming, with an intoxicating allure. Zhang Xiaoli not only had large breasts and ample thighs, but also thick pubic hair on her abdomen, making her incredibly sexy.
Seeing her alluring and seductive, her eyes half-open and half-closed, he lifted her delicate body and placed her on the bed. He climbed onto the bed himself, embracing her and kissing her passionately. One hand frantically teased and prodded the entrance to her paradise between her legs; a sweet spring flowed continuously from the entrance, making the surrounding pubic hair extremely wet.
His hands greedily caressed every inch of her smooth, delicate, and curvaceous body.
Under Li Qiang's unrestrained caresses, Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help but let out waves of wanton gasps, her cheeks flushed, and her half-closed, alluring eyes blazing with desire. Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, preventing him from taking any further action. His hands, trapped between her legs, were unable to move forward or backward, so he had to stop temporarily. He then forcefully spread her thighs, placing his knee between them to prevent her from squeezing them tighter. He inserted his fingers into her vagina, gently probing and occasionally kneading her clitoris. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were languid, and her whole body trembled. His fingers didn't stop, continuing to gently knead and explore her peach blossom spring cave, wet and slippery, kneading and probing! That little hole, that lovely peach blossom fairy cave, immediately gushed out a large amount of lustful fluid again.
He then lifted her buttocks, pulling Zhang Xiaoli's two pink legs to the edge of the bed and spreading them apart, then squatted between her legs, first feasting his eyes on her vulva. Her vulva was prominently protruding, covered with a patch of soft, fine pubic hair that gleamed. A narrow cleft and two tightly closed, pink labia majora were visible. He parted the pink labia majora with his hand, revealing a clitoris the size of a red bean, protruding above the cleft. The slightly open opening revealed two bright red labia minora pressed tightly against the labia majora, the bright red vaginal walls glistening with the light of vaginal fluid.
"Ah..." Zhang Xiaoli moaned in ecstasy, twisting her lower body to allow Li Qiang's hands to fully contact her.
Li Qiang lowered his head and kissed Zhang Xiaoli's lower abdomen. The smooth skin instantly rippled with intense stimulation. As his hot tongue slid back and forth across her skin, goosebumps rose, a tingling sensation piercing her passionate heart like lightning, making Zhang Xiaoli's moans even more intense.
Li Qiang continued his provocation, pressing the tip of his tongue into Zhang Xiaoli's navel and rotating it rapidly. At the same time, his left hand slipped under her bra, using three fingers and his palm to pinch her breasts, making them appear slender. His thumb and forefinger then caressed her already erect nipples. After a few rounds, he increased the pressure, as if trying to squeeze out some fluid.
Li Qiang's large hand wasn't idle either; his nimble middle finger moved rapidly along the crevice of her flesh. Sensing the growing warmth and moisture within her secret place, he bent his middle finger and thrust it inside. Stimulated from three directions, Zhang Xiaoli's body became fiery hot, and her legs went weak. Unable to support herself any longer, her rosy lips sought Li Qiang's large mouth, her delicate tongue slipping into his mouth. Li Qiang forcefully sucked Zhang Xiaoli's nimble tongue in, his tongue relentlessly striking the fragrant spring at the base of her tongue. Streams of smooth liquid flowed between their teeth, a sweet sensation filling their entire bodies.
Zhang Xiaoli's breasts were now firmly grasped by Li Qiang, her two firm nipples pressed against his broad chest. Feeling the heat of his body, the two writhed continuously, releasing their inner desires through the friction of their flesh.
Zhang Xiaoli quietly slipped her slender hand under Li Qiang's underwear, grasping his throbbing penis. The moment her delicate skin touched the large shaft, Li Qiang let out a soft "Oh!" in pleasure. After a brief pause, his tongue began to entwine around Zhang Xiaoli's vulva with even greater intensity.
Zhang Xiaoli responded to Li Qiang's advances, tightly gripping his hard penis and stroking it up and down. Her breasts swayed violently with each movement, brushing against Li Qiang's body repeatedly. Occasionally, their nipples would collide, and they would both emit comfortable moans from their intertwined noses.
The foreplay was nearing its end. Their rising body temperatures proved they were fully aroused. Li Qiang's penis had grown to an unprecedented size, while Zhang Xiaoli's vagina was overflowing with desire, a stream of love fluid flowing from her gradually opening vulva, staining Li Qiang's body.
Li Qiang alternately sucked on Zhang Xiaoli's nipples. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoli did not resist, he lifted her legs, which were already overflowing with fluid. Li Qiang rubbed his penis up and down against her labia a few times before thrusting it into her wet opening. With a "plop" sound as his penis squeezed out the vaginal fluid, his thick, veiny penis was completely inside her. Zhang Xiaoli let out an extremely seductive cry, her eyes rolling back.
Zhang Xiaoli was clearly no longer a virgin, but her vagina was very narrow, moist, and quite warm. A large amount of vaginal fluid filled all the crevices, and the countless delicate folds on the vaginal walls licked and sucked at the rough surface of his penis like tiny mouths. The writhing folds swallowed and pulled his penis in wave after wave. His armor-like glans pierced through her vagina and went straight into her uterus.
When Li Qiang's glans reached its deepest point, he felt his entire penis being tightly enveloped by warm, moist flesh. Although only his penis was completely enclosed, he felt as if his whole body was being enveloped, utterly powerless. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly savored this exquisite sensation, gathering his energy for the next move. Li Qiang began to gently thrust his penis in and out. After the first perfect insertion, Li Qiang began to pull his penis back. Under the complete embrace of the narrow vagina, the retreating glans was scratched and rubbed by the reverse folds of flesh, instantly sending him soaring to heaven. He began to thrust forcefully and completely, fully returning to a primal, carnal impulse. Each full-force thrust and withdrawal brought him immense pleasure. His engorged penis was as hot and hard as a red-hot iron rod.
After a few thrusts, Li Qiang felt the muscles inside Zhang Xiaoli's vagina constantly contracting and relaxing, like a small hand squeezing his penis, waves of pleasure washing over him. Li Qiang stopped thrusting, letting his brother remain at the deepest part of Zhang Xiaoli's vagina, allowing her body to serve him, while he moved on to attack other sensitive areas of her body.
Li Qiang extended his tongue, gently licking Zhang Xiaoli's two plump thighs from the heel to the knee. Then Li Qiang buried his head between Zhang Xiaoli's breasts, teasing her snow-white breasts and erect nipples; his hands were not idle either, gently stimulating Zhang Xiaoli's clitoris, which was engorged with blood due to excitement. Under Li Qiang's all-out attack, Zhang Xiaoli was engulfed by wave after wave of orgasms.
After another ten minutes or so, Li Qiang suddenly began piston-like movements, the room filled with the continuous "splish, splish" sounds of flesh colliding, slowly building up, like a gentle rain nourishing the earth, wave after wave of impulse like waves of pleasure crashing against their minds, Li Qiang's excellent erotic skills guiding Zhang Xiaoli towards the ultimate climax of intercourse.
"One, two... until nearly two hundred." Zhang Xiaoli's body began to flush red, her body twitching slightly, completely surrendering to the continuous assault of the penis. Her tender vulva gripped the glans, her long, beautiful legs tightly clamping around Li Qiang's thick waist, her feet kicking upwards, the insteps straightening with each spasm. Suddenly, the beauty's uterus gripped Li Qiang's large glans like claws, sucking on it continuously. Then, the cervix spasmed, and a thick gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. Li Qiang felt Zhang Xiaoli's vaginal opening wide, her yin essence released. He hurriedly pressed his large penis firmly against the cervix, fully enjoying the wonderful feeling of the hot vaginal fluid spraying onto his glans. The large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from the beauty's uterus quickly mixed and fused with Li Qiang's penis in Zhang Xiaoli's delicate honeypot. Zhang Xiaoli let out a long sigh, her violently heaving chest gradually calming down.
After more than a hundred thrusts, Zhang Xiaoli suddenly cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably, a spasm running through her entire body. A blush spread across her pretty face, neck, breasts, and even thighs, as beautiful as blooming peach blossoms. Her legs trembled, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like a gushing faucet, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her. His penis, sensing Zhang Xiaoli's orgasm, thrust several times, and hot, thick semen shot out like an arrow, shooting straight into her uterus. The heat sent a shiver through Zhang Xiaoli's body, and she immediately reached another orgasm. This time, the sensation was even more intense; Zhang Xiaoli felt the penis inside her erupting like a volcano, bringing a powerful shock. With each spurt of semen, her soul seemed to drift away. Only when the last drop of semen was released did this death-like feeling slowly disappear. Both of them climaxed simultaneously, the glistening liquid a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen making their joined genitals even wetter. The moist pubic hair shone with a lustrous sheen.
After her climax, Zhang Xiaoli, like a fairy fallen from the clouds, collapsed weakly into Li Qiang's arms.
Her plump, tender lower body seemed reluctant to part with his penis, tightly enveloping its gradually loosening grip. Her clitoris readily accepted the overflowing semen, not a drop was wasted.
They remained embraced, his penis, though softened, still quite large, remaining in her vaginal opening. Suddenly
, a cold glint flashed in Li Qiang's eyes. Before Zhang Xiaoli could react, he had already placed a girl's stocking around her neck, suffocating her. Zhang Xiaoli naturally struggled desperately, but with most of her movement suppressed, she appeared somewhat "reserved." Her fair face turned pale blue, her hands gripping the stocking around her throat, her shapely legs kicking wildly on the ground in extreme pain. Unable to utter a sound, she began her death dance.
Her entire body was convulsing violently, her slender neck stretched long by the choking, her face purple, her tongue lolling out horribly, and her pale thighs kicking wildly. The feeling was terrifying! Zhang Xiaoli's whole body convulsed violently, her arms twitching incessantly, her legs kicking desperately, while she made incoherent coughing sounds. She felt stars flashing before her eyes, her head buzzing, her breasts swollen and her nipples hard and erect. Time ticked by, and by this point, Zhang Xiaoli's breathing had been completely stopped, but she was still alive and conscious. Zhang Xiaoli struggled desperately, her back arching upwards, her legs kicking wildly, but because he was sitting on top of her, using his weight to control the situation, she had no chance of breaking free.
"No, please!" Zhang Xiaoli cried out desperately in a hoarse voice. Li Qiang had made up his mind to kill Zhang Xiaoli. Zhang Xiaoli did not want to die like this. She was still pleading in a hoarse voice, "Please, don't kill me." She had lost her usual proud demeanor.
Despite Zhang Xiaoli's pleas and struggles, Li Qiang's interest in killing her only intensified, tightening his grip on the stockings constricting her neck. Zhang Xiaoli continued to fight, her legs taut and kicking desperately upwards, but she couldn't make contact with her attacker. Li Qiang had now gained control, half-lying on top of the sweat-drenched Zhang Xiaoli, using his weight to pin her down and prevent her from struggling violently. The stockings continued to constrict Zhang Xiaoli's neck, her tongue protruding from the constriction, her eyes now rolled upwards, revealing large amounts of white. Closest to Li Qiang was Zhang Xiaoli's head, revealing her contorted expression, her eyes staring blankly, her mouth opening and closing, her tongue sticking out and retracting, as if trying to inhale more air, but with her neck already strangled, how could she breathe? Her hands continued to grip the deadly stockings, her legs kicking wildly and violently.
Zhang Xiaoli struggled desperately, trying to breathe, but the sinister stockings were constricting her throat; she could neither break free nor inhale a single breath. The man's grip tightened, and Zhang Xiaoli could almost hear the cracking sound of her throat bones being squeezed. Zhang Xiaoli felt a deafening roar in her head, followed by blacking out and a pounding sensation in her chest. She opened her mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe, but her lungs felt like folded plastic bags, unable to take in any air. The girl was now tightly strangled; her legs were no longer a threat to Li Qiang, only her hands frantically clawing and scratching, but she couldn't reach him. She could only grasp at the stockings binding her neck, but the stockings were tightly constricted, leaving no gap, clearly futile. She could no longer make a sound. She struggled with her last strength, her pink legs kicking alternately, but to him, it seemed more like she was actively using her tightly clenched vagina to manipulate his penis.
He desperately squeezed Zhang Xiaoli's neck, her veins bulging, his body pressed firmly against hers. A painful "crackling" sound escaped Zhang Xiaoli's throat, her long, flowing hair sticking to her skin with sweat. Just as Zhang Xiaoli was struggling in her death throes, he saw her delicate face contorted with suffocation. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her once clear eyes were half-closed, and her cherry-red lips were wide open, drool mixed with sweat dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the mattress.
The stockings around Zhang Xiaoli's neck tightened further, and she could hear
a series of "crack...crack..." sounds coming from her throat. Zhang Xiaoli's consciousness gradually blurred, her eyes involuntarily rolling upwards, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth.
Zhang Xiaoli's expression relaxed slightly, no longer contorted as drastically, but her mouth was still crooked to one side. The stockings tightened further, and Zhang Xiaoli's pale face gradually turned bluish. Due to suffocation, her body twisted desperately, her legs kicking wildly. The young woman felt extremely dizzy, and her consciousness gradually faded. It must be admitted that watching a beautiful woman struggle in agony is an extremely stimulating experience. Zhang Xiaoli's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid, her beautiful face flushed red from suffocation, and painful groans escaped her throat, further stimulating the man's male hormones and making him even more aroused. Her leg kicks slowed down, becoming almost invisible. She stretched her legs out parallel, toes pointed, as if trying to touch something. She was acutely aware that she was about to be killed. Zhang Xiaoli let out incoherent screams, her body twisting violently, her two fair thighs flailing wildly, her hands twitching incessantly, her eyes wide open, her tongue twisted out, her long hair falling down to cover half her face. Her struggles gradually weakened, and soon, Zhang Xiaoli's legs went limp. She looked at the man who had murdered her, her eyes filled with resentment and pain, her beautiful and passionate body swaying, one hand gliding in a willow-like arc in the air as she struggled, before she softly and gently collapsed onto the bed like the dying swan in a ballet.
Zhang Xiaoli's large eyes widened, her eyeballs slowly rolling upwards. She released the man's arms from her neck and began to flail them in the air. The muscles in her abdomen and thighs gradually tensed and stiffened, her feet arching, toes pointing to the ground, like a perfect ballet dancer. Her beautiful face, accompanied by her large eyes that were almost entirely white, contorted slightly. Her abdomen and legs remained tense, her hands slightly bent towards her neck, stretched out stiffly in the air. A few seconds later, her stiff body began to tremble unconsciously.
Her dark hair was soaked with sweat. Zhang Xiaoli's hands pushed against his face, her sharp nails digging into his cheeks, causing him some pain. He became even more excited by Zhang Xiaoli's struggles, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her body while continuing to tighten his grip on her neck. As his body pressed closer to her chest, he felt his heartbeat slowing. Zhang Xiaoli's face was flushed red from being strangled. She initially tried desperately to scratch the man's hand, but this futile effort only hastened her demise due to the immense strain on her body. Soon, her face turned from deep red to pale, her purplish lips bleeding from being bitten by her teeth. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, the air in her lungs grew increasingly scarce.
In a short while, her body finally collapsed onto the bed. Her fingernails frantically tried to dig into her stockings to buy air, but the stockings were so tightly constricted around her neck that no amount of scratching could stop the man's hand from contracting. She rubbed her breasts in discomfort, her slender legs leaving marks on the bed, her waist twisting from side to side, her eyes wide open in a terrifying display of white, her long, sweet tongue lolling out, and snot from her nose mingling with sweat as it dripped down her chin.
Zhang Xiaoli's resistance finally subsided after a dance-like kick. Her beautiful legs fell from their highest point, her hands limply resting on either side of her head, which tilted to one side. He looked at Zhang Xiaoli's terrified face, the beads of sweat on her forehead, her tongue slightly protruding, and her cherry-like mouth wide open, unable to breathe. He felt a sense of pleasure. After a few minutes, Zhang Xiaoli's movements slowed noticeably, and in a few more minutes, she would stop moving altogether. Releasing his grip on Zhang Xiaoli's neck, he noticed that her chest was still heaving, and her hands were trembling slightly. He continued to tighten his grip on Zhang Xiaoli's slender neck, because from his experience earlier, he knew that Zhang Xiaoli was still alive, and he continued to strangle her.
Li Qiang lowered his head, gripping her neck tightly while sucking on the small piece of her tongue that had been pulled out. Zhang Xiaoli's saliva was flowing, and he lowered his head to taste it. Now Zhang Xiaoli's eyes were rolled back, letting him suck on her tongue, completely powerless to resist. Looking down, he could hear very faint but drawn-out "ah, ah" sounds. Zhang Xiaoli was clearly unwilling to die like this; her legs were still making a final struggle, desperately stretching downwards, one after another, with great force. Her jade-like legs shimmered faintly white under the light, truly sexy. Li Qiang now wanted to finish her off quickly, as he was also drenched in sweat from exhaustion. Killing such an athletic beauty like Zhang Xiaoli was no easy feat.
"Murder! Murder! Help! Someone help me!"
Before she was killed, the words she squeezed out from her vocal cords were almost incoherent. Only by putting one's face close and listening intently could one barely hear them. Zhang Xiaoli screamed as she twisted her body back and forth. Difficulty breathing caused Zhang Xiaoli's enviable body to tense up; she twisted her muscles, desperately trying to break free of the hand choking her neck. Her body began to shake back and forth like a rattle-drum, her jade-like legs kicking aimlessly. He carefully admired the passionate dance that Zhang Xiaoli was performing at the cost of her life.
Zhang Xiaoli's face quickly turned from white to red. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on something diagonally upwards, as if there were something there that caught her attention, but in reality, she could see nothing. The image captured by her pupils, transmitted to her brain which had already stopped receiving oxygen, only showed a bright red glow. Her mouth opened and closed, as if trying to say something. But all that came out were dry, gurgling sounds. Her tongue was twisted out long, her eyes wide open in extreme terror, and she kept making indistinct "oohs" sounds. Her whole body convulsed violently, Zhang Xiaoli's movements becoming slower and weaker. Soon it turned into electric shock-like spasms. She continued to convulse ecstatically, her face flushed a deep red. Her purplish-red tongue was stuck between her lips, and her eyes were filled with fear. About two minutes later, Zhang Xiaoli was very weak. She stopped struggling and lay on her back with her arms outstretched and her legs spread apart. Her firm breasts were heaving rapidly, and with each scream, her thighs vibrated rhythmically as if they were being electrocuted!
"Ah...ah..." Zhang Xiaoli groaned in pain. As the seconds passed, she grew weaker and weaker. Her alluring eyes were wide open, her sexy lips slightly parted, and she gasped for breath, constantly emitting painful moans. Her legs twitched occasionally, and her sexy body spasmed every few seconds. Zhang Xiaoli's body convulsed violently. She knew her breathing had stopped; her long, fragrant tongue would no longer bring her any air. Two crystal tears streamed down her face, making her look even more pitiful.
Li Qiang was now exhausted and covered in sweat, wanting to finish quickly. He stood up and increased his force. Now, not a single breath of air could get in. Zhang Xiaoli's face was now a little purplish-red. Her usually flowing long hair was soaked with sweat. This stunning beauty probably never imagined she would end up like this. Zhang Xiaoli's body writhed violently, nearly tumbling Li Qiang off several times. He dared not relax, only tightening his grip, straining harder and harder, until he was almost exhausted.
Five minutes had passed, her whole body tense and trembling violently. Zhang Xiaoli clenched her fists and shook them dozens of times. Then, as if using her last remaining strength, her beautiful body half-opened her eyes, arched her back, and pushed her slightly protruding mons pubis forward. Accompanied by rhythmic convulsions, a stream of urine shot out from her genitals with a "hiss," spraying far away. She shivered, then groaned, arching her genitals again and hissing out a second stream of urine. Then her whole body trembled violently a few times, and a third, a fourth… stream of urine sprayed out rhythmically, each time closer than the last. Zhang Xiaoli's urine "whooshed" out all at once, the feeling of pleasure indescribable.
As she lost control of her bladder, her psychological defenses crumbled, and her anus could no longer be closed. With a "plop,"
a pile of feces that Zhang Xiaoli had been holding back for a long time was uncontrollably squeezed out of her anus with a loud fart, spreading yellowish between her two snow-white legs. His right hand, which was rubbing Zhang Xiaoli's vulva, was immediately covered with Zhang Xiaoli's filthy excrement and urine, but he licked it without disgust, and grinned maliciously, "Miss Zhang, who loves cleanliness the most, your body is just as filthy! Damn it, I forgot to give you an enema first," he said to Zhang Xiaoli. The entire room was filled with the stench of excrement and urine.
The final moment had arrived. Zhang Xiaoli's beautiful body began its final helpless spasms, causing her naked breasts to tremble up and down. She was shed her sweat, her life. Gradually, her eyes rolled back, and she weakly turned her head to one side, slowly but resolutely sticking out her slightly red tongue. Her face contorted, her tongue slowly protruding, blood flowing from it… Zhang Xiaoli kicked her firm, plump thighs a few times in despair, letting out a faint, agonizing "gurgling… ah…" sound. Her alluring body jerked violently, then fell silent forever.
At that moment, the girl stopped kicking. After a while, one leg twitched, then twitched again, and then there was no more movement. Zhang Xiaoli finally breathed her last, her heart stopped beating, the struggle ceased. Her thighs twitched spasmodically a few more times before collapsing limply to the ground like mud. Zhang Xiaoli's weak, powerless body lay motionless—she had died. A final sound escaped Zhang Xiaoli's throat, then she collapsed to the ground, lifeless, as if all strength had been drained. The hands that had been tightly gripping her neck also fell still, gently sliding to her sides. He had continued to strangle her for a moment before releasing his grip.
Zhang Xiaoli was dead.
After Zhang Xiaoli died, Li Qiang picked up her high-heeled sandals, inserted the heel into her vagina, and then left Zhang Xiaoli's house.
The next day at noon, Zhang Xiaoli's roommate, Li Xiaorong, returned home and found Zhang Xiaoli's room door open. Curious, she pushed the door open and went inside.
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She smelled a foul odor as soon as she opened the door a crack. She sniffed, turned on the light, and instantly saw a completely naked female body exposed on the bed.
She swallowed hard; she couldn't believe Zhang Xiaoli was sleeping naked, and in such an indecent position—arms raised high, legs spread wide. Her face was turned inward, so she couldn't see clearly if she was truly asleep. She timidly approached and discovered that Zhang Xiaoli was a corpse!
Zhang Xiaoli's face was purplish-black and somewhat swollen, and there were several obvious ligature marks on her neck! In his shock, he stared at the woman's genitals. A puddle of urine clung to the sheet where her thighs were parted. One of Zhang Xiaoli's high-heeled sandals was inserted into her vagina, and semen oozed from between the sandal and her flesh. These high-heeled sandals were the same style as the ones Li Xiaorong wore; they had bought them together at the boutique.
"Ah!~~~~"
Li Xiaorong let out a piercing scream! The crotch of her denim shorts slowly became wet, a pale yellow liquid flowing down from the cuffs and her pale thighs, onto the high-heeled sandals and her bare feet.
"Damn it, this is the fifth one already! Does that cold-blooded bastard have any humanity at all?!"
Li Mingsheng, who arrived at the scene immediately after receiving the news, said angrily.
Recently, four serial rape-murders had occurred, all the victims found naked and strangled, their high-heeled sandals inserted into their vaginas after death. It seemed Zhang Xiaoli was the latest victim in these serial rape-murders.

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