Husband-killing murderer

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It was past ten o'clock at night when Peng Wandan sat silently on the messy living room sofa. A bowl of instant noodles lay untouched on the dining table. A white flower adorned her hair, and her expression was one of terrifying solemnity and sorrow. Her husband, Gan Guochang, had died in a traffic accident half a month ago!

His funeral had just been held, yet the widow was tormented every night by endless nightmares. Guochang would appear before her, silent, coldly staring at her. She looked up at their wedding photo on the wall; his cold gaze, just like in her dreams, was like two sharp knives piercing her heart.

That night, half a month after their return from America, Wandan and her husband had reconciled, gone to see a movie together, and drunk alcohol. Guochang drove home, crashing into a lamppost, then plunging down a hillside and catching fire. Her husband was severely injured and burned alive, while she managed to escape the car.

But then, Guochang reappeared in her mind, superimposed on her wedding photo, staring coldly at her, as if uttering a series of "why" questions.

A chill ran through her, and she muttered to herself, "Why? Why?" Two years ago, she and her husband immigrated to the United States, thinking she could become a doctor and he a nurse. But circumstances changed; Guochang ended up doing odd jobs, and she had to wash dishes. The couple blamed each other, and her husband, unpredictable in his temper, had even physically assaulted her a couple of times.

Wandan, filled with resentment, returned to Hong Kong alone and ran into her ex-boyfriend, Zhou Song. Zhou Song had just divorced, and she stayed in his guest room. That night, they drank beer together, confided in each other, and shared their sorrows. As the alcohol seeped into her body, her face flushed like the sunset, and she became more carefree, letting the beer soak her chest and her alluring breasts stand out even more. As she closed her eyes with a bold smile, she felt her top being pulled up. Opening her eyes, she saw Zhou Song forcefully stripping off her clothes, his hands gripping her firm, full breasts tightly.

She screamed, seeing that he was already naked, his hard penis pointing upwards like an anti-aircraft gun. She was filled with fear, unease, timidity, and shame.

"You…I…" She wanted to say, "Don't do this, I already have a husband," but only managed to utter two words. Because Zhou Song was so fast, he quickly stripped her naked, lifted one of her legs, pressed her onto the sofa, and forcefully kneaded her breasts, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

He then kissed her lower body passionately, his tongue rubbing against her vulva. She couldn't struggle, couldn't hit him, and couldn't bite him.

"No!" she screamed, but Zhou Song had already taken her. The moment he penetrated her, Wan Dan felt only guilt towards her husband. She tried to struggle and resist, but as his fiery penis plunged deeper, touching her clitoris, her face burned. Was it the pain of Guo Chang's blows or the shame of their illicit affair? She didn't know. She simply clung to him, tearing at him like wild animals, howling at each other.

When they were both drenched in sweat, she reached her climax, moaning, but he plucked a pubic hair from her, making her scream like a pig being slaughtered. Then he released his pent-up desire, and she resumed moaning as before.

After that affair, Wan Dan returned to America and forgave her husband's brutality. Guo Chang didn't hit her again, but a mocking smile often played on his lips.

When the car rolled down the hillside and caught fire, she climbed out. Her severely injured husband, unable to speak, watched her coldly.

In that instant, she seemed to understand the meaning behind his gaze. He already knew his wife was having an affair. Was this a dream, a drunken confession, or a message from her strange behavior?

She thought: she had already cheated on him; since she no longer accepted her husband, why risk her life to save him?

If she had simply opened the driver's side door, unbuckled his seatbelt, and pulled him out of the car, her husband wouldn't have died. But she didn't. Was it the shame of her infidelity that made her not want to see her husband again?

It was eleven o'clock at night when the doorbell rang. It was Li Zhixin, Wan Dan's male classmate from university. He comforted her, saying that the dead cannot be brought back to life and that she shouldn't be too sad. However, she clearly felt that this was just superficial diplomacy. His sinister gaze pierced her heart, as if he knew her hidden secrets, and his threatening words grew ever stronger.

Wan Dan lit a cigarette, crossed her legs, and looked like a prostitute who had willingly fallen into depravity. She angrily preemptively declared, "He's dead, and I'm not sad at all! He was the one who talked about immigrating, he was the one who brought bad luck, he was the one who hit me, and he was the one who took the first step and fooled around with foreign girls!"

Li Zhixin looked curiously at this hysterical young woman and asked, "He was with a foreign girl? How did you know?"

"He told me when he was drunk. That foreign girl was only twenty years old." Wan Dan recounted her husband's drunken confession:

The foreign girl was a college student who asked me for directions and later borrowed money from me. She came home with me. She was only wearing shorts and a tank top. When we entered the house, she swayed her hips, glancing at my groin, and looked back at my erect penis, laughing.

Her boldness shocked me. She forcefully pulled off her tank top, swaying her large white breasts as she approached me, forcibly removing my pants. She grabbed my penis and pulled me into the room. I eagerly pulled off the foreign girl's shorts, forcefully grabbing her large breasts, and digging my vagina with my fingers.

The foreign girl screamed and pushed me away, then began a wild, twisting dance, her hips throbbing wildly like drums, her long golden hair flying like a madwoman. She assumed a position on the bed, like a Japanese person kneeling but with her thighs spread, leaning back and pressing her hands against the bed. Her pink thighs gleamed white, and her 38-inch breasts, towering like two dormant volcanoes, seemed to rage upwards.

I knelt between her legs, my penis rubbing forcefully against her vulva. She screamed and released her juices. As her body convulsed, I thrust in with all my might, taking her, grabbing three-quarters of each breast and pumping wildly. The foreign girl laughed and screamed, her moans like a female ghost crying out in grievance. Gradually, her legs went from trembling to convulsing, as if in excruciating pain. Losing her grip, she lay back, her legs stretched out like a corpse.

The moans excited her immensely, while the spasms caused her immense pain. She tried to turn left and right, but I held her down forcefully, preventing her from moving. The foreign girl screamed for help, while I bit her large breasts and ejaculated into her.

She excitedly hugged me tightly, sucking on my nipples incessantly.

Wan Dan recounted her late husband Gan Guochang's affair with an American girl, still seething with anger:

"How shameless! He did that kind of thing and then shamelessly boasted about it in front of me. So, I hated him. During that traffic accident, I escaped the car with my handbag, which contained a cell phone. If I had called 999 immediately, the fire truck and ambulance would have arrived within five minutes, and perhaps Guochang wouldn't have died. But I didn't! Why? Because I was so scared, and also so angry. It was as if the foreign girl's lewd laughter suddenly appeared, so jarring! I didn't kill him with my own hands, but I watched his demise!"

Her chest heaved with emotion, as if it would burst from her clothes. She stared at her late husband's portrait on the wall, filled with terror.

She was deeply vulnerable and needed a man's comfort. She wanted Li Zhixin to say, "This isn't your fault.

You escaped death, and as a woman, you must have been terrified and confused. How could you have thought of making a phone call?"

Wan Dan looked at him pleadingly, then suddenly realized with shock that the buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her devilishly alluring breasts, which bounced and trembled.

"What... are you doing?" she cried out in surprise, trying to button her shirt back up, but he had already captured her breasts, holding one in each hand. She struggled and glared at him, but when their eyes met, his gaze felt like a scalpel, piercing her body and expressing his suspicion. He seemed to be saying, "Even strangers would help in a car accident, but you let your husband burn alive without offering any assistance. You're so cold-blooded!" She was horrified and filled with guilt. But his complex gaze only showed his suspicion; how much he still believed in her helplessness at the time? How could she expect him to believe her absolutely? She had no way of knowing.

Li Zhixin released her, picked her up, carried her into the room, placed her on the bed, undressed her, and then undressed himself. Her wedding photo also hung in the room. Lying on her back on the bed, she felt her deceased husband's cold gaze and Li Zhixin's cunning smile. She faced double pressure. When she felt something strange in her lower body, her deceased husband seemed to suddenly step out of the photo, standing before the bed and angrily cursing her as a harlot who had killed her husband and cheated on her! She realized Li Zhixin's penis was about to enter her, and she struggled frantically. But when she tried to get up, he grabbed her hair, shoved it between his legs, and thrust his penis into her mouth, vigorously pounding it

. Wan Dan's hatred and resistance towards her deceased husband suddenly changed her mind, allowing him to humiliate her. Since Guo Chang thought she was depraved, then let it be thorough! She sucked his penis vigorously, her firm and hot breasts pressing against his thighs, immediately giving him the urge to ejaculate, but she immediately spat out his penis and slid down to the ground, her upper body still lying on the bed.

Li Zhixin endured it for a while before getting out of bed. Wan Dan ignored him, only maliciously staring at the wedding photo and her deceased husband's portrait on the wall, sneering as if to say, "Now that you're dead, you have no right to interfere with my freedom! Haha! I'll make love with another man for you to see!" She felt no lust, only hatred, even forgetting Li Zhixin's existence.

He stood behind her, lifting her plump buttocks, slowly inserting his penis into her vagina, forcefully thrusting in and out. But Wan Dan was unmoved. She looked at a large mirror on the bedside table, her reflection showing her covered in sweat, her hair wet. Her strong breasts bounced wildly, and she only maliciously talked to her deceased husband's portrait, as if to say, "I've seduced a man, you're furious!"

Li Zhixin whispered in her ear, "Your husband is having sex with a foreign woman in bed, you can't let a foreign woman be more seductive than you!"

Wan Dan really seemed to see her deceased husband, Guo Chang, having an affair with a foreign woman in bed, and the fire of jealousy burned within her, while he grabbed her waist with both hands, instantly arousing her. Her upper body writhed like a snake swimming in water, and under his forceful grip, she shook wildly, her large, white breasts heaving like a whirlwind causing countless fruits to fall from a tree.

She gasped and cried out, her heavy, hanging breasts glistening with water droplets, which, under his grasp, took on various shapes, the droplets turning into juice, as if gushing out milk. Because they were so slippery, the breasts he held slipped away.

Wan Dan let out a sigh-like groan.

Li Zhixin thrust into her at a high speed of three or four times per second, causing her to cry out like a sobbing moan, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath like a ravenous dog. As he thrust, his hands gripped her waist and groped her breasts, while she cried out repeatedly, "Oh!

I'm dying! You, you can't be so rough!"

At this moment, her whole body trembled and convulsed in spasms, collapsing onto the bed in a state of extreme ecstasy and excruciating spasms. He pulled her onto the bed, making her lie on top of him, his penis automatically sliding into her vagina, ejaculating into her.

He kissed her passionately, squeezing her breasts forcefully, even biting her nipples.

Wan Dan lay there, letting him do as he pleased, panting on top of him. As the painful spasms gradually subsided, her ashen face flushed, and she smiled wickedly, savoring the afterglow of pleasure.

When Li Zhixin fell asleep, exhausted, Wan Dan couldn't sleep. She got up and lit a cigarette. She didn't understand why she had made love to him. Was it a manifestation of her lust, lingering resentment towards her deceased husband, or the emptiness and chaos within her heart?

She looked around anxiously, her gaze eventually settling on a twenty-inch wedding photo on the wall. Her husband, Guo Chang, stared at her resentfully, sending a chill down her spine. Peng Wan Dan looked at her naked body and the sleeping man on the bed, muttering to herself, "You've fallen!" With a mixture of laughter and tears on her face, she took a drag of her cigarette and maliciously blew the smoke towards the photograph. Suddenly, something strange happened. Gan Guochang stepped out of the photograph and sat down in front of her. A terrifying and mysterious shock rendered her speechless and unable to move. On the other hand, a death battle instilled in her fearlessness and composure.

The couple's eyes clashed. He finally spoke: "The most poisonous heart is a woman's. You kill without a knife, without lifting a finger. It's too clever, but also too shameful!"

Wan Dan, like a prostitute who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, her snow-white and alluring breasts particularly lewd, exhaled smoke ring after smoke, her small mouth pouting as she said, "You said I killed you in that car accident! Who was driving the car? You! Who crashed the car? You too! As for me, why didn't I loosen your seatbelt and pull you out of the car?

Why didn't I call for help? I was already too frightened, and besides, I'm a woman!" "People can use superpowers when facing life and death. A weak woman in a fire can move a wardrobe heavier than herself to save her son. But you! You didn't! Because you no longer love me! There's one more thing that proves you intentionally murdered me!" "

I intentionally murdered you!" She laughed wildly, the cigarette butt falling and burning her chest. Her two large white breasts struggled wildly like monsters, making her feel guilty and ashamed, like a harlot.

"That night, after we made love, we went to see a movie and then went drinking. You knew I had been drinking, yet you didn't stop me from driving, clearly waiting for an accident to happen, cursing my death!" Wan Dan's heart pounded wildly, and she fell into deep thought. That night, her husband begged her to forgive his affair with the foreign woman, saying he wouldn't hold it against her for cheating on him. He hoped they could both forget the past and start anew. His sincerity did indeed move her, so much so that when Guo Chang frantically stripped her naked, she no longer felt disgusted, but rather a little excited. She gripped his penis tightly, its immense heat, length, and hardness causing a wicked smile to appear on her lips. Her whole body was burning with heat, exploding with a twisted, painful yet excited laugh. Her large breasts bounced wildly like a wronged woman having a secret pleasure. His sharp spear instantly conquered her, thrusting vigorously, and she closed her eyes to receive his passionate kiss. They both fell onto the bed, and Guo Chang ejaculated just as she was beginning to experience a slight pleasure. So her nails dug into his buttocks, her hips swaying as if bitten by a snake, and an orgasm quickly followed. She moaned and uncontrollably bit his shoulder, while her husband simultaneously gripped her large breasts. They entered a state of perfect harmony, indistinguishable from one another!

This was her second spring. She and her husband went to see a tragic film. The male protagonist was seduced by a beautiful woman and did something unforgivable to his wife. Although his wife forgave him, he died from guilt after a drunk driving accident. Guochang and she both cried, then smiled at each other, all past grievances forgotten. Later,

they went to a bar. A sexy blonde, slightly drunk, flirted with Guochang. He held his wife's hand and said, "No beauty in the world can seduce me!" Late at night, her husband prepared to take her home. Half-drunk, Wandan tried to stop Guochang from driving, but a hallucination arose in her mind: Guochang and the foreign woman were having an affair in the car. The male protagonist in the movie was unfaithful to his wife, and in the bar, the blonde's ample breasts were spilling out of her clothes. Guochang even sucked on her breasts.

"Wandan, should we take a taxi, or should I drive?" Guochang asked.

"You drive, I trust you!" She felt her voice was tinged with alcohol. Then, the car crashed, caught fire, and her husband was burned alive.

By the time Wandan remembered this, Gan Guochang had vanished. He looked back at their wedding photo, staring at her with resentment.

She looked at Li Zhixin on the bed, and at her own naked body. Looking at the tears on her large breasts, she gazed at the stars in the sky outside the window and asked, "Am I really the murderer of my husband?"

[The End]

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