Moon Shadow

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I.

The weather was fine this afternoon, the air fresh, unlike the muggy heat of yesterday.

A man was busy under a large tree at the village entrance.

He draped a rope loop made of hemp rope over a branch, tying the other end to a lower branch.

He adjusted the height of the loop repeatedly.

Actually, he didn't need to be so meticulous.

Last month, they hanged a maid who stole a silver spoon. She was a young girl, so beautiful;
it seemed more like the mistress was jealous or the master was having fun!

After hanging, her naked body hung on the tree overnight.

Beside the tree stood a sign:

Warning!

More than one hour has passed. The body must not be used for food or other purposes. Violators will be held responsible and punished according to
the Food Hygiene Law !

Peach Blossom Village Committee (stamp).

Rumor had it that someone stole a female corpse, so the village committee erected this sign by the tree.

After a woman hangs herself, she must hang on the tree for at least a day, until the body is no longer fresh, before being taken down.

Stealing, breaking a bowl—these could all be grounds for hanging.

It seems that prettier maids are more likely to be hanged!

Occasionally, even the mistresses are hanged.

A-Ping was young; her husband died, and no one in the village wanted to marry her, so she slept with her own male servant.

Poor A-Ping, bound and hanged with the servant, was left to die.

A-Ping wore a thin skirt, hanging high, her strong legs kicking. Those nearby could
clearly see her dark pubic hair and her labia opening and closing beneath the skirt.

When A-Ping lost control of her bladder, a stream of fluid gushed from between her legs, flowing down to the ground below.

The men, staring at the dead woman's swollen labia, shook their heads with satisfaction, sighing, "Such a beautiful cunt,
what a waste !" But when A-Ping was alive, no one wanted her!

Every time someone was hanged in the village, it was like a festival. Even the noble mistresses, hanging from the trees, were no different from the maids;
they stuck out their tongues and urinated/defecated.

Qingqing fell in love with A-Dan, who had a wife, and became pregnant.

When Qingqing was hung up, she frowned, looking very distressed. She shrugged a few times and then stopped moving. She urinated,
then defecated—a yellowish-brown liquid that gushed down her plump, bare feet, quickly forming a large puddle…
Poor Qingqing, why did she fall in love with the wrong person!

Today, the sheriff is going to execute Yanzi, Afeng's wife, who is also my sister.

In the village, Yanzi is the most beautiful woman, and Afeng is the most handsome man.

But my sister has never liked her husband.

Yanzi is tall, with dark skin, a high nose, and bright, large, dark eyes; everyone who has seen her
says she is a classic beauty.

My sister has always lived in her own home.

It seems she has a man.

I secretly advised Yanzi to go back to Afeng's house. "You'll be hanged like this!"

Yanzi pouted, "I don't care, this is what makes it exciting!"

Seeing my worried look, Yanzi smiled, "Don't worry, he won't really hang himself. Afeng has a lover too,
and besides, the sheriff has feelings for me. When no one's around, he secretly pinches my nipples!"

That stern, serious sheriff pinches Yanzi's nipples! It must be something Yanzi made up.

You can't believe Yanzi.

Afeng found out about Yanzi's affair.

He came to my house wanting a divorce, an apology, and to return the dowry and wedding expenses: five cows.

My parents said my family was too poor to pay that much.

The sheriff was called in to mediate. He ruled that the money didn't need to be returned, Yanzi should be executed, and her younger sister, Xiaomei, should be married to
Afeng .

My mother called to me, "Xiaomei, you should marry Afeng."

My parents thought it was fair and thanked the sheriff.

My parents said they could save five cows! But Yanzi was going to hang herself; she was so beautiful, only 25 years old.

The whole village came to watch the spectacle, to see what it would be like for the beautiful woman, Yanzi, to hang herself!

Yanzi should have been a movie star, not hanging from a tree.

With her hands tied behind her back, Yanzi was led to the foot of the tree. A man helped her onto a bench beneath the rope loop. He carefully tightened
the rope around her neck.

The man jumped off the bench and looked at the sheriff.

The sheriff didn't look at the man; he looked at Yanzi: "What's that man's name?"

Yanzi's dark, bright eyes stared straight at the sheriff: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't let me go!"

The sheriff narrowed his eyes and nodded to the waiting man.

The man kicked over the bench beneath Yanzi's feet.

As the bench overturned, Yanzi screamed. Some heard it as a curse, others as a curse…

Yanzi's feet dangled

in the air. Her body spun in mid-air.

Her bare feet kicked, trying to reach the overturned bench, forever out of reach. The rope rattled, the thick
hemp digging into Yanzi's flesh. Her neck stretched long, slowly spinning with the rope on the tree.

She was still alive, her head tilted, her bulging eyes, which could charm countless men, staring at
the villagers …

Slowly, Yanzi stopped moving.

Water flowed down her legs, followed by several clumps of dark feces…

Yanzi hung from the rope, occasionally twitching.

II. Afeng

I watched Afeng busy in the house.

“Did you see them hang Yanzi just now? I didn’t see you.”

“Yanzi was so pitiful, people these days are so cruel!” Afeng didn’t like to talk; she was my daughter-in-law.

These past two days, my son had gone out on business, and only Afeng and I were at home.

“Hanging Yanzi was your father’s idea!” Afeng was the daughter of the sheriff.

Afeng didn’t say a word and walked away.

My gaze followed Afeng’s bare legs.

Afeng wore cloth shoes, walking silently.

At dinner, I heard a series of sounds from Afeng’s lower body and smelled something, but I didn’t think much of it.

I didn’t look at Afeng’s expression.

Afeng ate and washed without a sound.

Ah Feng sat down to wash her feet, and I couldn't help but look. Her feet were pale and smooth, steaming with hot water.

I felt an uncontrollable desire for Ah Feng's bare feet.

When she went back to her room, she didn't say goodnight to me as usual.

Was she angry? Why would she be angry? It wasn't me who farted.

In the morning, when I woke up, I didn't hear Ah Feng bustling around in her room.

When I went out, her door was still tightly closed. In my memory, Ah Feng never overslept.

When I came back, the sun was high in the sky, and Ah Feng's door was still tightly closed.

"Ah Feng." I knocked on her door, but there was no answer.

"Ah Feng!" I called and knocked on her door.

A bad feeling crept over me. I pushed the door open; it wasn't locked, and it was dark inside.

I saw a blurry figure hanging from the beam.

I went in, turned on the light, and drew back the curtains.

I saw Ah Feng, hanging from a rope.

Ah Feng was wearing a blue dress and was barefoot, hanging from the beam.

It was a hemp rope, the same kind used for hanging swallows.

The rope was deeply embedded in Ah Feng's neck. Her head was tilted to the side, her eyes were half-open, her face was already blue, and her thick
tongue filled her mouth, making it look like she had a piece of bluish-purple flesh inside.

She looked like she was screaming, as if she was saying, "Look what I've become!"

Beside Ah Feng's feet, an overturned stool lay on the spread-out quilt.

Below her dangling feet was a puddle of water and some yellowish feces.

Ah Feng had lost control of her bladder when she died.

I held Ah Feng's feet; they were cold, stiff, and the soles were already blue.

Last night, these same feet were pale, smooth, and steaming with moisture.

I slumped onto the bed, staring blankly at Ah Feng hanging from the beam.

I don't know how much time passed, but I couldn't help myself. I leaned closer to touch and smell Ah Feng's lifeless bare feet. A faint
musky scent, mixed with the pungent smell of feces and urine, assaulted my nostrils.

When the sheriff arrived, I didn't know what to say to him.

The sheriff was expressionless as he listened to my explanation.

"For families like ours, dignity is paramount," the sheriff explained.

Even if it meant defecating and urinating all over the place?

"Put her down." Looking at his daughter hanging from the beam, the sheriff looked much older.

III. Shan Shan and

Xiao Gang were completely naked, their hands tied behind their backs, their eyes blindfolded. I led them into the room.

Two hemp rope loops hung almost side-by-side on the beam of the room.

I made Xiaogang stand on a stool and told him to stay still. I pulled down the rope loop from the beam, put it over
Xiaogang's head, tightened the rope, and then pulled it up and secured it.

I removed the stockings that were covering Xiaogang's eyes.

Xiaogang initially thought this was just another exciting game we were playing, until he saw
the other rope loop tied side-by-side on the beam. He shouted, "What the hell is this?"

"Didn't you want to leave me? This is what happens to unfaithful people—hanging!"

"Hehe, are you serious? I was just saying. I want to marry you." "

Today, when Yanzi hanged herself, I told myself that unfaithful people should all hang themselves! Even though my brother is a bastard!"

My brother is Afeng, and Yanzi is my sister-in-law.

Xiaogang stared at me with his mouth agape for a long time, wondering if this was a joke.

I took a pair of underwear out of my bag and waved it at Xiaogang: "Found this in your room. You left me
for this bitch?"

I examined the underwear in my hand; it was embroidered with peach blossoms.

I wrinkled my nose and sniffed it: "It still smells like that bitch!"

"I can explain..."

"You heartless bastard! I loved you so much... and you betrayed me!"

"Shanshan, darling, I love you, I only love you..."

"Liar! Die!"

"Calm down, Shanshan... put me down!"

"It's too late!"

"You, you crazy woman!" Xiaogang stammered in his panic.

I slowly pulled my underwear down from under my skirt, stood on the stool, and held the underwear to Xiaogang's nose:
"Smell it, you like it!"

Looking down, I saw his erection. I smiled, crumpled the underwear in my hand into a ball, and stuffed it into Xiaogang
's mouth.

Now Xiaogang could only whimper, unable to speak.

I slowly took off my skirt and clothes, standing naked on the stool.

I pulled another rope loop on the beam, stuck my head in it, and tightened it.

"I'd do anything for you."

A strong sense of fear filled Xiaogang's eyes.

I rubbed Xiaogang's penis with my hand; it was now thick and large, erect.

I faced Xiaogang and inserted it into my body.

"Do you like it?"

Xiaogang just whimpered, shaking his head desperately.

"You'd better not move later, because this is your last chance to ejaculate inside a woman!"

I hugged Xiaogang tightly, kissing him. My underwear was stuffed in Xiaogang's mouth, filled with my body's scent.

"I love you, Xiaogang! I'd do anything for you, even die!"

I could feel Xiaogang's erection growing inside me.

I gritted my teeth, spread my legs, and kicked over the stool beneath me.

Our bodies swayed as the stool overturned, and I felt Xiaogang slip out of my body. We
collided spun in the air.

The rope loop tightened around my neck, and I shivered. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and my breasts hardened. My

clitoris throbbed, and I was very wet down there.

My bulging eyes looked down and saw Xiaogang's penis standing erect between my legs, long and stretched out, suddenly
throbbing rhythmically, and beginning to spray everywhere... my stomach, my legs, and the ground...

My feet kicked at Xiaogang's body, and I hooked my legs around his waist. I found that this allowed me to breathe. I
could feel Xiaogang's body writhing and struggling under my weight, his handsome face turning purple and contorting into a
horrible angle.

Another wave of pleasure swept through my body, and my legs slid off Xiaogang's body, dangling open. An even sharper
orgasm exploded inside me...

A jet of water gushed from between Xiaogang's legs, and I felt a warm flow, followed by the warm water flowing
down from my own body...

IV. The Shadow of the Moon:

Swallow's body hung from a large tree.

Several drunken men passed by, stopped, and looked at the woman in the tree.

One man reached into the woman's skirt and pulled down her underwear.

He smelled the underwear in his hand and waved it to the man next to him: "It's still embroidered with peach blossoms!"

A gust of evening breeze blew by, and the swallow's body swayed gently, slowly turning on the rope...

"She's still alive..."

"No, it's just the wind..."

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

In the bright moonlight, one could see the woman's distorted face and her long, disheveled hair plastered to her face; her
expression was somewhat ferocious.

Her blouse was torn open and pulled up to her shoulders, revealing her full breasts, which appeared ghostly pale in the moonlight.

One man said, "Have you heard of the swallow's curse?"

Another shook his head: "No! Even if you have, it's none of our business."

The men left.

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