At the Funeral of Beauty

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(I)

You are talking about great love, but I only see firmtits and tight holes.

--A song of ice and fire - a storm of swords. You

can sing endlessly about your love, but I think you just crave firm breasts and tight cunts. --A song of ice and fire - a storm of swords.

"It's been 15 minutes," I said slowly, glancing at the clock on the wall and then at the trembling, struggling body in front of me. I was very fascinated by Ling Xue's round, snow-white buttocks, which, from behind, were a perfect heart shape. Of course, I preferred to fuck her hard from behind.

"Haha, if you're not putting in enough effort, then before I even cum, I'll have already hanged that slut of a sister. Oh, that's not bad. Tell me, what should we cook her into? Braised? Or barbecued?" I slapped that heart-shaped buttock hard, leaving a red mark. "That's not fun. I've always wanted to turn you into..." "Oh, the Twin Pearls of the Absolute Ridge!" "Ah," as soon as she finished speaking, the body that had been hanging quietly in front of me began to move, spinning and kicking as if performing a graceful dance. Her round, plump, naked breasts bounced up and down, creating alluring, full, and seductive waves. Her slender waist bent and arched repeatedly, like a wonderful belly dance. Her long, beautiful legs stretched towards the ground, kicking weakly. Her lips were slightly parted, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her chin and then onto her swollen breasts. All of this, together with her beautiful, waterfall-like black hair and her beautiful face filled with pain and desire, created an indescribable picture of beauty.

This was the most perfect, ultimate erotic dance. The delicate skin, alluring curves, and seductive performance directly assaulted my body. From the beginning, I felt a surging torrent within me, churning wildly, searching for an outlet. Slowly, this torrent gathered on my penis, flowing gently upwards, pounding against the final barrier.

The woman, who had been pinned beneath me, finally found her chance for revenge. Ling Xue grabbed my thighs and began thrusting forcefully against me. Her high, upturned buttocks assaulted me like a storm, overwhelming me. Pleasure gushed forth like a fountain, uncontrollable.

Everything stopped. I felt as if I were in a frozen world, my vision blurred, with two bodies swaying indistinctly. My body tilted uncontrollably to one side. It seemed someone was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear clearly.

"Hey, get up!" A loud shout pulled me back from the afterglow of my climax. "You damn bastard, you've been going on for so long and you still haven't come!" Ling Xue screamed hysterically. "You said it would be fine! I'm hanging to death!" I suddenly snapped back to reality. No way! Normally, when I played with Ling Shuang, I could hang her for 30 minutes without a problem. How come today it only lasted about 20 minutes? Although I'd always fantasized about her looking like a turkey at a Christmas dinner, I had no intention of doing it now.

I quickly went to her side (or her corpse). Ling Shuang appeared calm yet wanton. Her face was flushed, making her look incredibly alluring. Her breasts were swollen high from lust, her two pink nipples particularly noticeable, and her groin was wet. My wife at this moment was incredibly tempting; I couldn't control my excitement.

I touched her genitals and couldn't help but laugh. Seeing this, Ling Xue became furious, her small fists raining down on my back. "You're still laughing, still laughing!" I blocked Ling Xue's hand. "Don't worry, your sister's fine. She's just having a blood clot; she needs some blood circulation. Once it's cleared, she'll be fine." With that, I thrust my engorged penis into my wife's passage.

"Cough cough," like a drowning person getting long-awaited air, my wife began to cough violently. Her body also began to tremble violently, but I didn't stop at all. I stroked her cloud-like hair and kissed her cherry lips. My hips spun around as I slowly pressed down, pushing my thick penis in inch by inch. My wife began to moan, my penis no longer obstructed; our pubic bones met, and my penis was completely surrounded by her newly opened flower path. Thick love juice gushed out from her overflowing vagina like a pump.

I leaned down, my lips taking her full breasts into my mouth, sucking, my tongue gently gliding around her areolas, licking her lovely, mysterious nipples. My other hand caressed her other breast, kneading it, not wanting to miss any spot. I carefully nibbled at her erect nipple with my teeth, which made her moan.

I lifted her body, pressing down on her large buttocks, so that each thrust could penetrate deep into her body.

My thrusts grew more and more violent, and the bed shook violently. My weapon became more valiant, moving in and out freely in the wet, fleshy passage. Her moans grew louder and louder.

"Ring ring," the telephone rang out discordantly, followed by a heart-wrenching cry.

"Dad's dead!" Ling Xue cried as she told us.

(II)

An 800-year-old castle, 800-year-old cobblestone streets, and a river that has flowed quietly for 800 years—in the Czech town of ?esky Krumlov, surrounded by tall medieval buildings and narrow streets, time seems to have frozen 800 years ago, with no trace of modern society to be found. It was already late, and the streets were nearly deserted. Passing the castle illuminated by flickering lights, in the center of the square, two young women in period costumes, one playing a harp and the other a violin, were performing medieval music. We felt as if we had stepped back in time. We sat down in the square to enjoy the heavenly sounds. Ling Shuang leaned on my shoulder, reluctant to leave.

As it grew later, the two women finally finished. I quickly went over and dropped two euros into the box in front of them. "Dekuju!" The two women nodded in acknowledgment. I turned back, my left hand reaching into my pocket.

Reaching Ling Shuang, I suddenly knelt on my right knee, and pulled my left hand from under the table, revealing the Tiffany ring I had been clutching, which I held out to her. "Marry me," I said, my heart pounding with anxiety as I awaited her answer.

Ling Shuang covered her face with her right hand, tears welling in her eyes, followed by a long silence.

"Okay," she nodded.

I breathed a sigh of relief; the pressure that had been weighing on my heart for the past two days was finally released. Looking at her tearful face, I couldn't bear it, so I stood up, sat down beside her, and pulled her into my arms, trying to kiss away her tears.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, looking at me with a mischievous grin. "Tell me honestly, did you marry me because you wanted a legitimate reason to 'eat' me?" I was taken aback; I hadn't expected her to ask me that.

"Silly boy, if you want to eat me, then eat me. I'm willing." Her delicate face was filled with happiness and tenderness, as if an invisible net had caught me, and I was speechless for a moment.

"Attention passengers, our plane is about to land at Xi'an Xianyang International Airport. Please prepare yourselves." The announcement on the plane jolted me from my reverie. I looked to my side and saw that Ling Shuang and Ling Xue were still fast asleep. For thousands of years, due to the imbalance in the male-to-female ratio, coupled with various natural and man-made disasters, women have been treated as second-class citizens, used as a source of food when necessary. Although women's liberation ideas have gradually emerged, the last dissidents were slaughtered in the decisive Battle of Tasmania 100 years ago.

Later, the Women's Civil Rights Act was finally passed, and it became common for adult women to be killed by their rights holders, such as their fathers and husbands. Ling Shuang and I are both enthusiasts of beauty. After attending several of her best friend's "sacrifice" parties, Ling Shuang asked me a few times when I would "deal with" her. I also fantasized about "eating" her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. In my heart, I felt that Ling Shuang and I had been together for five years, and it was hard to let go of this relationship. I thought that when we had children, when she aged, and when this relationship faded, I could "deal with" her at my child's 18th birthday party—that would be a respectable thing to do.

Ling Shuang and her sister's hometown is on the Loess Plateau, a vast and majestic land that nurtures red sorghum and lush vegetation. I visited it four years ago. Standing on the banks of the Yellow River, I could feel the river's embrace, feel the sting of the yellow sand blown by the wind against my face, as if humanity and nature were completely integrated, and we could understand each other's longing. What a magnificent sight it was! But I've always been curious how this rugged land could have nurtured women as beautiful as Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, so like those from Jiangnan.

Although this place is the root of Chinese civilization, it seems to have been abandoned in the tide of modernization. Over the past twenty years, young people have increasingly disliked it and have left one after another. Ling Shuang's family was no exception, but this time, due to her father-in-law's death, all the children returned. They gathered in a loess cave dwelling, seemingly one with the Loess Plateau.

Her father-in-law was 75 years old when he passed away. It's said that in the past, her family was considered a prominent family here.

They were once large and wealthy, and in their heyday, they would slaughter women during festivals, usually buying livestock from outside or selecting women from within the family. Her father-in-law had four wives, all of whom he slaughtered and ate, bearing 16 daughters, 10 of whom also ended up in his womb after reaching adulthood. Of course, this mainly happened when he was young. Later, his family's fortunes declined, but the old man, wanting to show off, decided to kill his last wife, Ling Shuang and Ling Xue's mother, on his 70th birthday.

Her mother was 40 years old that year. I was dating Ling Shuang in college that year and was also invited back for the celebration. We arrived the night before my father-in-law's birthday. As soon as we got home, Ling Shuang rushed to the inner room to see her mother. This was the first and last time I saw Ling Shuang's mother.

She was already kneeling on the bed, naked except for a thin red silk draped over her shoulders. Facing death, she appeared calm, unlike the typical nervous woman about to be slaughtered. It was clear that Ling Shuang had inherited her mother's looks. Her mother was well-preserved, possessing the delicate, fair skin and petite figure typical of women from southern China. But she was getting on in years; there were fine lines around her eyes, and she was also somewhat plump.

Ling Shuang introduced me to her mother, who asked about my background. Finally, she said a few words to me that I still remember: "You and Ling Shuang aren't married, so call me Auntie. I think you're a good young man. It's Ling Shuang's good fortune to be with you. Ling Shuang is simple-minded; I can tell she likes you a lot, so don't let her down. Let her raise your children. Ah, that's just how women are. If the day comes for you to kill her, please give her a quick death, kill her according to her wishes, don't let her suffer unnecessary pain. Can you promise me that?" "I promise," I sincerely agreed from every cell in my heart.

(III)

The moonlight was soft, and the beauty slept soundly. I noticed that the red silk on Auntie's body was very thin, almost revealing. The moonlight was a boon for me; the exposed spring light attracted my eyes. As a middle-aged woman, her figure was still very sexy and alluring.

Auntie also noticed my gaze and became a little embarrassed, two intoxicating blushes rising on her cheeks.

Then she said to me, "I really hoped to see you get married, and even be the main course at your wedding, but the old man's birthday is also an important matter, so I can't see you get married." As she spoke, two lines of tears streamed down her face. "You're from the city, and I don't have anything to give you, except this body of mine. It's still okay, but tomorrow it'll be slaughtered and eaten. If you don't mind, let me serve you tonight. I hope you'll treat our Ling Shuang well in the future."

After saying that, she said to Ling Shuang, "Shuang, you go to sleep by yourself. I'll serve the young master tonight." The aunt took off the red silk, revealing nothing underneath, and then smiled at me. Her beautiful face, adorned with two small dimples, looked exceptionally cute. The slightly petite aunt had a pair of round, full breasts, with two coffee-colored nipples set in these large breasts, making one want to pluck them. Auntie's skin was very white, unlike Ling Shuang's jade-white skin. Auntie's skin was a milky white, looking soft and smooth, making one want to take a bite. Because she was going to be slaughtered tomorrow, Auntie had no pubic hair. Because her legs were tightly closed, I could only vaguely see a raised mound of flesh between Teacher Zuo Hezi's legs, making me swallow hard.

I never expected her to transform from a simple middle-aged woman into a seductive beauty. So I hugged her, and she didn't resist. I pressed my lips to hers, and I put my tongue inside her lips, gently parting her teeth.

I lowered my head and kissed her delicate, snow-white neck, while my right hand squeezed her breasts harder. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she began to moan softly. Her hand went inside my pants and stroked them, while her mouth kissed my chest and nipples.

I hurriedly pulled down my pants, letting my already swollen and slightly painful penis thrust out freely. I lay on top of her, gently caressing her entire body, gradually warming her lower body. I kissed her lips, teasing her breasts with both hands, and slowly entered her. Her vagina was a little tight, and it seemed a bit dry, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her moans were tinged with pain, and I saw her beautiful face contort in discomfort. I slowly withdrew, whispering in her ear, "Auntie, is it comfortable?" She replied, "It's okay, it's fine. Yours is a little too big!" "I'll be gentle, tell me if it's uncomfortable." "Mmm. I love your big cock," she answered.

Entering again, it went in smoothly and deeply. The warm flesh enveloped my penis, waves of heat surging from my lower body, the excitement rising higher and higher. I slowly thrust in and out, her face flushed red, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my flesh, her mouth emitting continuous moans of pleasure.

I increased the pace of my thrusts, and her cries gradually rose, one by one, until they reached a high peak. I slowed down, and they gently subsided, then rose again with each thrust. I was like a conductor leading a symphony orchestra, letting the passionate music run wild in the realm of sex. The music sometimes soared, sometimes lingered, but it was the most moving symphony I had ever heard in my life. My penis soon became like a frenzied dragon, violently thrusting into my aunt's slippery and elastic vagina.

Her joyful moans and the "plop" sounds of my penis thrusting in and out excited me even more. I felt my glans being licked, sucked, and squeezed by her vagina, making my whole body tremble. I felt a trembling excitement in my lower body, the twitching of my muscles shooting up my spine to my head. I thrust my penis harder, letting my lower body muscles contract and expand to their fullest extent. Her moans and cries rose to the heavens, mingling with our heavy breathing as semen gushed out, gushing out, and gushing out again.

(IV)

A blinding ray of sunlight woke me from my dream. I subconsciously touched my side, but Auntie was no longer there, only a lingering fragrance remained. So I lazily walked out of the room, only to see a flurry of activity at the door.

"Why are you only getting up now? Hey, hey, don't get in the way there, hurry up and come with me to the front, a lot of relatives and friends want to see you." Ling Shuang saw me and immediately scolded me. The

small courtyard was already filled with about 10 tables, making it seem a bit crowded. The crowd was bustling, with people constantly coming in to wish my father-in-law a happy birthday. All sorts of birthday wishes rose and fell. My father-in-law was also very energetic, his face glowing, constantly greeting everyone.

"Uncle Ling, congratulations! You've reached the age of seventy! I, your nephew, wish you boundless happiness and longevity!" "Old Ling, I wish you many happy returns of the day!" Ling Shuang hurriedly introduced me to her relatives. In the countryside, it doesn't matter how far apart we are; everyone is addressed as uncle, aunt, or grandpa.

"Yunhe, this is our third uncle," Ling Shuang led me to a sturdy old man. This man wore a thin shirt, had yellow teeth, a sallow complexion, deep wrinkles, and red, swollen eyes. He carried a paper package and a long pipe; his hands were rough, clumsy, and cracked, like pine bark. But he was very energetic.

"Third Uncle, this is my boyfriend."

"Oh, this must be Shuang'er. You've been away for several years now, and you've grown into such a beautiful young woman. Let your third uncle take a look." Third Uncle scrutinized Ling Shuang. "Look, girls look different after coming to the city. She looks like your mother." Third Uncle continued to scrutinize her, but a hint of lust flickered in his eyes.

"Haha, nephew," Third Uncle turned to me and said, "you're so lucky. Our Ling Shuang is her father's darling. A couple of years ago, when I turned sixty, I wanted to kill her to celebrate, but her father absolutely refused. Now you're in luck." I smiled awkwardly. Although killing women is commonplace these days, it's still unusual to say it like that in front of my niece's boyfriend.

Just then, I felt a fragrant breeze and saw a girl with a ponytail running towards me, hugging Ling Shuang tightly and shouting, "Sister!"

That was the first time I met Ling Xue. Ling Shuang had told me about her younger sister, Ling Xue, a long time ago, but we lived in different cities and had never met. She was fair-skinned and dressed simply in a pale yellow t-shirt and skirt, which couldn't hide her beautiful figure. The two sisters chattered away like a thousand ducks, ignoring me completely. What was most infuriating was that they stared at me like I was a monster, then burst into laughter, making me incredibly uncomfortable. Suddenly

, I noticed a "ball of flesh" standing next to me. Her round, protruding belly looked like a giant cooking pot used for hundreds of people, overturned on her body. She was covered in designer brands, but they just didn't suit her. I couldn't help but think of the current slang term "nouveau riche."

The "ball of flesh" continued to scrutinize me, making me feel a little creeped out.

Before I could speak, Ling Shuang immediately stepped forward and called out, "Second Sister, this is my boyfriend," then said to me, "Yunhe, this is the second sister of the second branch of the family, hurry up and greet her." "Meatball" spoke first, "Oh, good, Shuang'er has a boyfriend now," then turned to Ling Shuang with a sarcastic tone and said, "Don't say I'm criticizing you, you're our old man's precious daughter, you'd better choose wisely, find a good family, someone with a conscience, don't sell yourself cheaply." As she spoke, she gestured to a tall... A tall, handsome young man pulled me forward. "Look, my Feiyang is getting married again soon! This time, his bride is Tang Yao, the daughter of Tang Zhongtian, the president of the Tang Group. You know the Tang Group, right?" I could hardly believe my ears. The Tang Group—that's a huge company, ranked third on the global Chinese wealth list, owning the famous Yellow River Industry. Their every move receives the same level of attention as celebrity gossip. Tang Yao, this beauty, actually got together with this guy? Is it true? Her mother is so fat, yet she gave birth to such a handsome son who managed to snag Tang Zhongtian's daughter!

I immediately put away my initial disdain. Although my second sister was sarcastic, she was, after all, a benefactor. I've always dreamed of opening my own art gallery, and with their support, that would be fantastic.

So I tried to talk to my second sister, but her words were always barbed. The atmosphere became very awkward.

(V)

After a while, the sound of gongs and drums rang out, and everyone found tables to sit down. I sat at a table with Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, while my second sister and the others sat at another table. Ling Shuang explained to me that my second sister was born to my father-in-law's second wife. It was said that my father-in-law had an unclear relationship with Ling Shuang's mother when he killed my second sister's mother, which led to a strained relationship between the two families.

Then I saw my father-in-law walk to the center of the courtyard and say something in a loud voice, thanking everyone for attending his birthday banquet.

At first, I listened attentively to the first few sentences, but I started to get distracted after a few sentences because I felt someone kicking my foot under the table and rubbing my calf with their foot. I looked around and saw Ling Xue looking at me with a half-smile, her flirtatious intent obvious. I immediately glanced at Ling Shuang guiltily, but thankfully, she seemed to be focused on what my father-in-law was saying and wasn't paying attention to this.

However, I clearly understood my father-in-law's last few words: "Since you've come from afar, the Ling family must treat you with the utmost hospitality. So today, I'm presenting my wife to you all. Please don't be shy, eat as much as you like! Haha, come on, bring out the main course!" Then the drums and gongs sounded again, and four well-dressed men carried an octagonal table to the front. Underneath a red silk cloth on the table was something trembling slightly—that must be my aunt. Beside it was a gleaming ghost-head knife

. My father-in-law forcefully lifted the red silk cloth and tossed it into the air, like opening a beautiful gift box, revealing my aunt's naked, snow-white body. Although I had meticulously examined and examined every square centimeter yesterday, I was still shaken by her beautiful figure. I believe many men below were already aroused.

"My dear wife, I'm sorry to trouble you today. I'm going to slaughter you for everyone to eat. You don't resent me, do you?" the father-in-law said loudly to the aunt, but it seemed like an act, without any trace of pity.

I had vaguely heard that before slaughtering women here, men would let the women speak to show that they were willing, not forced. Men, you're like prostitutes who want to maintain a virtuous image.

"My dear wife, I've been with you for almost 25 years, but I haven't given you a son. I'm truly sorry to the Fang family. Today, being able to use my body to celebrate your birthday is my blessing. I'm just afraid that none of you guests have enjoyed the food, so I'm doing this willingly. I hope you all will taste my flesh and experience my heartfelt intentions." "Alright then," the father-in-law turned around, "Distinguished guests, is there anyone willing to see my wife off?" The father-in-law was old and frail, so he could only find someone to see her off. But saying it was a farewell was just a euphemism for rape and murder. After all that fanfare, there was no movement at first. It took a while before five or six middle-aged, strong men finally stood up. I guessed the older guests were too proud to participate, while the younger ones probably looked down on my aunt's age.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was a massacre of Ling Shuang; wouldn't many people rush in immediately? Thinking this, I glanced guiltily at Ling Shuang beside me and saw her eyes were red.

Generally, it was nearing noon, so the foreplay wouldn't be too long. The men stripped naked and began a public sex act. It was clear these men were quite strong but also very sexually frustrated. The leader was a dark-skinned, burly man. He shoved her forcefully as soon as he stepped forward. My aunt, unprepared, braced herself against the table. I saw him quickly spread her legs and thrust his club-sized penis forward like a bayonet charge.

"Ah," the aunt's still-unmoistened flower bud was violated, and she not only frowned but also let out a low moan, a moan of suppressed pain, not one of enjoyment. If the man violating her at this moment had been a chivalrous one, he would surely have stopped and offered a concerned greeting. Unfortunately, chivalry was just a fantasy on this yellow earth. Before the aunt could even adjust, another penis had already pierced her mouth. One after the other, the two men rocked back and forth as if they had planned it, and the aunt's body was like a small boat swaying in turbulent waves. The erotic act had

only been going on for ten minutes when the men and women present began to breathe heavily, and some even left their seats.

It was probably too stimulating, but inconvenient to have sex in public, so they all went to find a suitable place. In fact, everyone knew that there was a row of houses ready to be set up for release just to the left of the exit.

Ling Shuang also left, saying she wanted to go back inside to sit down, as she wasn't feeling well. To be honest, although she had long accepted this fact, seeing her mother being sexually assaulted and slaughtered like livestock in public would make anyone uncomfortable.

As soon as Ling Shuang left, that little slut Ling Xue sat down next to me. Without her sister, she didn't just touch me with her foot; she started rubbing her thigh against mine and even put her hand on my crotch, stroking my penis.

I looked at her face; her expression seemed to be focused on her aunt, full of concern. I couldn't help but marvel at how good a woman's acting was. After a while, Ling Xue also got up and left, leaving behind a meaningful smile.

(VI)

If I didn't understand, I would be the biggest fool in the world. So, two minutes later, I also got up and left. Not far away, I saw Ling Xue leaning against the wall waiting for me. Upon seeing me, Ling Xue immediately led me through a maze of turns to a cellar.

"Everyone who needs to do this has gone to the left. Nobody's coming. Let me show you something good," Ling Xue led me to the cellar window.

It turned out this place was under the main room of the old house. Looking out the window, you could see the courtyard, and the place where the aunt was having sex was only a meter away.

"Don't worry, because of the sunlight, it's pitch black inside. Nobody outside can see here," Ling Xue explained, as she walked over and took my swollen penis into her mouth.

From here, I could see that the aunt had been with a different group of men. Now she was being held down on the table like a dog, with two men, one fat and one thin, standing in front of and behind her respectively. The others stood by waiting. Her head was pressed against the abdomen of the thin man in front of her, almost touching his crotch. Her head was constantly moving up and down and back and forth, while the thin man held her head tightly with both hands. Her long, flowing hair was slowly moving in sync with her hip thrusts. The man was squinting with ecstasy, biting his lower lip, looking quite pleased with himself. Behind him was another man, fat as a pig, his hands on the aunt's waist, his lower body pressed against her voluptuous white buttocks, swaying his hips back and forth. The aunt occasionally thrust her high, fleshy buttocks back and forth to match the man's penis thrusting in and out, her large, round breasts swaying violently with the movements of intercourse. Beside them, the father-in-law stood guard, holding a gleaming large knife.

These two contrasting scenes created a bizarre spectacle.

"Isn't this exciting? How about it? I already know you slept with her yesterday. How does it feel to see her being with someone else today?" Ling Xue's personality was completely different from her sister's; she was carefree and secretly very horny.

"To be honest, do you want to eat my sister? Want me to be a side dish? I know a chef who can make 'Double Pearls of the Ridge'." Hearing Ling Xue's words, I shuddered and almost ejaculated. I truly felt that marrying Ling Xue would be a recipe for exhaustion.

The performance outside had reached its climax. Auntie's legs suddenly clamped around the man's penis, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her nails digging into his flesh, her whole body convulsing as she let out a moan. The man in her mouth roared, and a gush of hot fluid shot into her throat. In the blink of an eye,

just as the skinny man pulled his penis out of Auntie's mouth, I saw my father-in-law raise his large knife and swing it down forcefully, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

A spray of blood mist appeared before my eyes, and I vaguely felt a little spray on my face. Auntie's beautiful head suddenly left her body, her eyes filled with surprise. The milky white semen that had just been ejaculated was flung out of her open mouth, drawing a beautiful white line in the blood mist.

My penis suddenly swelled, filling Ling Xue's small mouth completely. I pressed her head down hard between my legs, my shaft pressing against her throat. I felt a force gather from within to the head of my penis, then I thrust upwards, and a stream of hot, powerful semen shot out, seemingly splashing into Ling Xue's throat with a "splat," as if it were piercing her.

I opened my eyes and felt everything around me moving in slow motion, like in a movie. Time seemed to be moving at an incredibly slow pace. Auntie seemed oblivious, bracing herself on the table, trying to straighten her upper body, but instead flailed wildly in the air. The fat man behind her caught her, and with his thrusting, her upper body sprang up, spurting out a torrent of hot blood that traced a beautiful red arc in the air, like a young girl after a bath displaying her waist-length hair, forcefully whipping it into the air.

The man continued thrusting vigorously from behind, and the aunt's neck, like a dried-up spring, went from gushing to trickling. The two joined bodies began to convulse, and the aunt's body trembled violently with the man's thrusts, just like a mature woman twisting her hips to seduce her lover. With the man's earth-shattering howls, everything finally came to a standstill.

"Wow," I exhaled and came to my senses. I saw Ling Xue looking at me with a wicked smile.

"Brother-in-law, no way, you came so quickly. How can you satisfy my sister and me like this? Be careful my sister doesn't go out and cheat on me. I'm leaving now, don't follow me out right away." This vixen, I cursed inwardly, but her oral skills were really good, and she had that seductive charm. I had to find a way to win her over.

(VII)

Stepping out of the cellar, I felt a little dizzy, not yet recovered from the afterglow of the orgasm. So I slowly strolled around.

"Ah, harder, ah, ah, fuck me to death, Uncle, you're so amazing," a soft moan drifted to my ears on the breeze. So we weren't the only ones having an affair here. I smiled wryly, but the last sentence sent a chill down my spine. The voice sounded like Ling Shuang's. My heart pounded, almost leaping out of my mouth. "No way," I told myself, "Ling Shuang wouldn't lie to me like this, would she?" I followed the moaning sound and stopped in front of a secluded door. From inside came the sounds of a man and woman making love, but the door was locked.

Desperate, I peeked through the crack and saw a dark, muscular body rising and falling. Beneath him was a fair, pink body; the woman's legs were spread wide, and a thick, black penis was thrusting in and out of her white buttocks. Four black and white thighs were twisted together like a pretzel, just like a scene from an AV where "the day doesn't understand the night's darkness."

"Your third uncle's big cock is much bigger than your husband's, you slut, do you want your third uncle's big cock?" "Yes, he, him... how can his matchstick compare to your third uncle's?" "Then how about you be the main dish for your third uncle's 70th birthday celebration?" "Okay..." Hearing this voice, I couldn't help but feel that it seemed to be my third uncle and Ling Shuang. Judging from their figures, they also looked like them, but I couldn't be 100% sure because their feet were facing me, and I couldn't see their faces.

With a loud crash, I jumped in fright. I had accidentally bumped into a flowerpot by the door, and the moaning sounds inside abruptly stopped. I heard a man yelling, "Who's there?" I abandoned my voyeuristic escapades and fled as fast as I could.

Back in the courtyard, I saw my aunt's body hanging upside down. A large, scarlet gash ran down her plump, white abdomen to the cleavage between her breasts, revealing pale yellow fat, bright red muscle, and colorful internal organs. A mass of pink, steaming intestines flowed from the opening, dangling into a basin below—it was so tempting.

I glanced around; Ling Xue was already seated, but Ling Shuang and my third uncle hadn't returned. My heart sank, but I couldn't say anything. I could only suppress my doubts and anger and sit down, lost in my own thoughts.

More and more people returned to the courtyard, and the noise gradually grew louder.

"What a pity, this time it was an old woman who got slaughtered. Her two daughters are so beautiful, but we can only look and not eat them. If I could have sex with that beautiful eldest daughter, I would be willing to give up ten years of my life." A whispered murmur reached my ears, and I looked up but couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Doesn't this look like a pork chop hanging at the butcher's stall? I can't tell the difference from pork when they're placed together, haha." "Oh, no wonder I heard that people in the city call women 'pigs.' So after they're slaughtered, they really are no different from pork." "Oh, I heard that city people now like to let boars have sex with women before eating them, slaughter them while the woman and boar are still together, and then put them in a pot to boil. It's said that they're still connected when they're taken out." Listening to the words of the two ignorant women next to me, I laughed to myself, "What nonsense!" When I looked up, my aunt's body had been split in two, hooked up from the ankles, swaying erratically back and forth, just like a pork chop hanging in a cold storage.

Finally, Ling Shuang and Uncle San returned shortly after each other. Ling Shuang's face was still solemn. I really wanted to ask her where she had been, but her expression made me unable to bear it. Forget it, let it all remain a secret. I thought to myself. Soon after

, bowls of fragrant dishes were brought out like flowing water, mixed with chicken, duck, fish, and meat. My aunt's body was also brought out. A bowl

of white, round, smooth steamed milk, shaped like a Shandong steamed bun, was placed in front of me. The chef specifically told us that this was a wedding gift that my aunt had specially requested, meant for Ling Shuang and me, symbolizing "completeness and fulfillment." Ling Shuang was first surprised, then tears welled up in her eyes. I felt a pang of sadness. The breasts before me were like white jade, with a deep brown cherry-like nipple and a ring of light-colored patterns, like pearls nestled on white jade. Thick, glistening fluid flowed across the surface. Just yesterday, these jade-like breasts trembled under my touch, and today they were a delicacy before me. I couldn't help but sigh at the impermanence of life.

We stared at them for a long time, somewhat dumbfounded. I finally came to my senses, but I noticed Ling Shuang seemed still dazed. Her eyes held boundless sorrow, yet also a great deal of longing. One hand covered her chest, as if trying to suppress her immense heartache, yet it also seemed as if she were gently kneading her breast, comparing it to her aunt's. Her other hand quietly grasped my leg.

I gently touched the surface of the breast with my chopsticks; it was incredibly slippery. The chopsticks dented at my touch, then gently bounced me away. Then I poked hard, but the chopsticks easily pierced through the breast, reaching all the way to the bottom. Suddenly, I felt Ling Shuang's hand tighten around my leg. I almost cried out in pain.

"Sister, are you horny? Are you thinking about what you'd feel like if you were killed?" Ling Xue whispered, leaning closer. After hearing this, Ling Shuang suddenly hugged me tightly, letting out a low moan. She actually had an orgasm in front of everyone. I immediately hugged her back, glancing around. Luckily, everyone was eating, and Ling Shuang's movements weren't big, so no one noticed. In fact, quite a few people thought it was a reaction of excessive grief and offered some words of comfort.

After a while, she came to her senses, realized what had happened, blushed, sat up straight, and then gently cut off the cherry with a knife and put it in my mouth. It was plump and perfectly proportioned—truly a delicacy.

"Sister, don't be sad. This is how women always end up," Ling Xue deliberately emphasized the word "sad," causing Ling Shuang to blush. "Don't worry, if brother-in-law wants to eat you, I'll definitely go with you." Although Ling Xue had acted flirtatiously before, her last sentence was incredibly sincere.

I saw Uncle San stand up, scoop a snow-white stewed foot from the basin in front of him, and examine it carefully for a long time, as if holding a precious treasure. He also gave Ling Shuang a meaningful look. As if reluctant, he kissed the big toe, slowly tracing the surface of the foot with his lips. His expression wasn't like he was eating a delicious meal, but rather like he was teasing his aunt's foot. After kissing for a long time, it seemed he finally couldn't resist the delicious temptation and took a bite.

After a few rounds of drinks, under the influence of alcohol, the crowd gradually began to stir. If they were ashamed of their lack of restraint before, they had now completely dropped their masks. I saw a burly man suddenly stand up, grab a long, shapely, golden-brown roasted calf, and bite into it like a hungry tiger, juices gushing from his mouth. After shouting "Delicious!", he savagely pushed the bowls and plates aside, spilling soup everywhere. Then, with one hand, he lifted the petite woman beside him onto the table, yanked down her already thin clothes and trousers, revealing her snow-white flesh. The man entered her body while enjoying the meal. Golden oil flowed over her white breasts and lower abdomen.

A man beside them seemed completely unfazed by the scene. He tilted his head back, breathing heavily. From behind, a beautiful, dark cloud of hair swayed between his legs. The man was clearly enjoying himself; he put down his chopsticks and forcefully pressed down on the hair.

A drunken, balding, square-faced man walked up to Ling Shuang, his eyes filled with lust. If his gaze were a knife, it would have already shredded Ling Shuang's clothes. "Shuang, you've been gone for so many years, you know? I've missed you so much. I've liked you for a long time, but you've never agreed to be with me. Your skin is so delicate, I've wanted to eat you for so long." He said, his breath reeking of alcohol, but as soon as he finished speaking, several people nearby came over to persuade him to stop.

But the man persisted, shouting as he took off his clothes, "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and nobody's going to stop me today!" My face darkened. There are all sorts of people here. I was about to confront him when I saw Ling Xue's eyebrows furrow, her face turning stern. "Er Gou Dan, don't you even look at yourself in the mirror? Don't you know you're just a toad? You want to eat my sister? Dream on! Only my brother-in-law can do that. He's much better than me; he's a college graduate, speaks English, and travels abroad often. Can you compare to him? Don't keep acting crazy here. All these villagers can testify. Do you think you can turn the world upside down?" Ling Xue's words were truly sharp. The man who had been so arrogant just moments before suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, and was dragged away by the crowd amidst his incessant chatter. Ling Shuang gave me a wry smile but said nothing. But I seemed to see my second sister staring intently at Ling Shuang, and that look

sent chills down my spine. A steaming pot was brought to my father-in-law, and inside was my aunt's heart-shaped buttocks, which were still bobbing up and down in the broth. All three of them, mother and daughters, had the same figure, with perfectly shaped buttocks.

At the base of the longevity peach was a mesmerizing pink wood ear mushroom, its two petals shyly parting, oozing broth from its center. Occasionally, the thick broth would form a tiny bubble, which would burst with a "pop," like a goldfish blowing bubbles.

The father-in-law, with a touch of humiliation, inserted two chopsticks deep into the tight little hole behind the pink wood ear mushroom. The broth inside gushed out along the chopsticks, as if the aunt were experiencing an orgasm. Then, he lifted the bright red longevity peach with one hand and placed it on the nearby cutting board. With a cleaver, the skin parted like butter, the longevity peach split in two, revealing the reddish hue swirling with steam inside. All of the aunt's secrets were revealed to everyone; they could even see the countless folds within the passageway.

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, the father-in-law cut off the source of his countless joys and his two beautiful daughters, and began to chew it heartily. This was the birthday girl's privilege, not to be taken from him. But I remember the expression on his face at that time—a look of pure satisfaction.

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