Three ways to eat a slut

I'm just an ordinary student, and there are so many things I don't know. If I hadn't met Bingbing by sheer chance, I might have become a white-collar worker in a corner of the city, like my classmates, living an ordinary life year after year, perhaps hoping for a house full of children and grandchildren, perhaps hoping to grow old together...

But life is so unpredictable. I don't know if it was a favor or a punishment for me, but I just happened to meet Bingbing. And it was a coincidence within a coincidence that she, who shouldn't have even glanced at me according to her status, became a memory in my life, an indescribable memory. Sometimes I want to forget this experience, but this memory wanders in my mind like a ghost day and night. I think it might be time for me to write something. If I don't write something, perhaps a few words can commemorate a pure soul. But I really don't know if, after such an experience, the soul can still be pure.

The story begins at the beginning of last year, more than 600 days ago. Right after the Lunar New Year, I came to school from my hometown, hoping to find a good part-time job while companies were finalizing their human resources plans. Although I studied science and engineering, I've always preferred using my supposedly excellent foreign language skills to find work. Perhaps I prefer dealing with all sorts of people to dealing with machines. In the still chilly early February, I found a professional translation position at a private foreign trade company. There aren't many workers who are proficient in both foreign languages and technical skills, so I felt a great sense of accomplishment and respect at work. To secure this lucrative job long-term, I worked exceptionally hard, often coming to the company's office building to work overtime after class.

One Saturday evening at the end of February, I was alone in the office lobby proofreading a negotiation document that was to be sent to the United States the following week. Everyone else had gone to the company's weekend dance, and as a part-time worker, I wasn't entitled to attend for free. Besides, working one more night meant earning an extra night's wages...

At some point, a girl walked in. She possessed a beauty that seemed to belong only in paintings, and a purity that seemed to belong only in fairies. I was almost in a daze, staring at her behind the document, forgetting to ask her what business she had at our company. I just watched as she walked straight to the end of the office lobby and started pulling at the door to the general manager's office. However, after a few pulls, the girl couldn't open the door and retreated to a sofa not far from the lobby door, where she sat down.

It was only then that I realized what was happening. I walked up to her and politely asked, "Miss, who are you looking for? We're closed today, please come back on Monday."

She glanced at me and said, "Closed? What are you doing?"

I said, "I'm proofreading documents."

"Quite dedicated," she said, then added, "Aren't you having a dance? Why aren't you going?"

I said, "I'm not interested in dances, and besides, I'm just a student..." Before I could finish speaking, the girl's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and immediately hung up, but a few seconds later it rang again. The 128-chord zeros sounded quite pleasant. I saw the girl pick up the phone and shout, "Hu Bingbing is dead! Don't call anymore!" Then she threw the phone, still ringing "Bingbing, Bingbing," out of the receiver, and it smashed into pieces against the wall. I was stunned by the situation and didn't know what to say. Just as I was stammering and at a loss, the girl said to me, "You go ahead with your work, I'll rest for a while."

I stupidly replied, "Miss, you can't stay here. It's not office time, and it's very inconvenient for me to have you here."

The girl looked up at me with her beautiful face and said, "Really? I'm not leaving. What can you do to me? Go get me a glass of water."

I don't know why beautiful women are always harder to disobey than bosses, so I obediently went to get a glass. As soon as I put the glass in her hand, she said, "Give me your phone, I need to make a call."

I obediently handed her my phone again. She took the phone and dialed a number, saying, "Dad, my phone is broken, you can't reach me right now, don't worry..." When I took the phone back and looked at it, I almost died of anger. A twenty-minute international call—that's more than my entire night's wages! Anger welled up inside me, and I even got angry at this beautiful woman. After a few words, the girl said, "I'll pay you back. You can take me out, okay?" Being a man, even though I always pride myself on my virtue, I couldn't refuse her invitation and we walked out of the company gate together.

However, I honestly didn't know where to go in this international metropolis. First, I took her on a half-hour bus ride, then we ate some late-night snacks at a beef noodle shop, and then we played billiards for a while at a small alleyway pool hall. I managed to avoid incurring international call charges. Before 11 pm, the girl said, "How about this: I'll write down your phone number and give it to you next time?"

I couldn't possibly make things difficult for a girl so close to midnight, so I agreed, saying that I usually work part-time at the company on weekdays…

For the next while, the girl often dragged me out to go out with her when I was working overtime. Having such a beautiful girl by my side made me feel like I had already entered a blessed paradise. One day in May, the girl suddenly said to me, "Would you come with me to a party tomorrow? But you can't wear such shabby clothes like these."

I was surprised and said, "I bought this outfit specifically for this company. I don't have any better clothes." She smiled charmingly and said, "Yes, I do. How about tomorrow?"

After she left, I began to reflect on the past three months of this illusory life. For so long, I had never thought about where the girl lived, what she did for a living, or what her social circle was like. Thinking about it seriously today, I have many doubts, but maybe I'll know tomorrow.

The next evening, just as I stepped out of the school gate, heading to the beef noodle shop where I often met Bingbing

, a luxury sports car suddenly stopped in front of me, almost hitting me. The window rolled down, and there was Bingbing inside! She smiled and said, "Get in, I'll take you shopping for clothes." I was stunned. "Wait, what's going on?"

I asked. She still had that uniquely alluring expression on her face and said, "Get in. I forgot to tell you, my dad is the chairman of your company."

For the rest of the time, I was basically in a semi-dazed state, sitting in the passenger seat of the sports car, half-asleep, as we first went to buy a suit, and then... We drove straight to the villa district in the north of the city. Just before we arrived, Bingbing suddenly said to me, "Don't make a fuss later, don't embarrass me. Otherwise, I'll make you pay for the clothes, hehe!"

I said, "I wouldn't dare, these clothes are worth more than me!"

The car pulled up in front of a building that looked like a stadium. I saw the words "Hell on Earth" written on the door. I said to Bingbing, "Strange, I've only ever heard of a place for the wealthy called 'Heaven on Earth,' how come there's another 'Hell on Earth' here?"

Bingbing said, "Don't talk too much later. If you dare ask questions like this, I'll make you pay. If you don't understand, just look."

"I don't understand," I said. "A top student from the best university in the country, and you don't even have this much intelligence?

Then just wait to pay back the money." Bingbing said, and with the chauffeur's gesture, she parked the car and took my arm as we got out. Strange, Bingbing hadn't held my hand in the past three months, so why did she suddenly take my arm this time? But I didn't dare ask, and just followed Bingbing inside. After entering, I found myself in a luxurious hall. I glanced around and saw many important figures that I usually only saw on TV. So that's why Bingbing told me not to embarrass her.

"Oh, Bingbing, long time no see! I couldn't find you anywhere, I missed you so much." A fat, big-eared man in his thirties approached us. I suspected he hadn't seen his own toes in years.

"Bingbing, let me take a good look at you, it's been so long!" the man said again. Hearing him call "Bingbing" again, I immediately remembered him—the man on Bingbing's phone when we first met was him.

However, Bingbing wasn't as furious as before. She still smiled charmingly and said, "Mr. Yu, it's been so long! I have a boyfriend now, and we've been inseparable. I forgot to contact you, so sorry!" She pulled me over and said, "This is my boyfriend. Isn't he handsome?"

This Mr. Yu was only as tall as Bingbing, and standing next to me, who was 1.85 meters tall, he looked almost half a head shorter. They say men feel pressured standing in front of taller people, and it seems that's true. Mr. Yu, who had been chatting and laughing just moments before, suddenly became speechless. I chuckled a few times and said, "Good job, young people."

What followed was both annoying and frustrating. Bingbing introduced me to everyone one by one, clinking glasses and taking sips of red wine, then clinking glasses again and taking sips. So this was what high society was all about. The organizer of the party introduced some important figures and then announced the reason: so-and-so had taken over as chairman of such-and-such company. The old man wanted to help the newcomer get started, so he had invited some prominent figures to meet his successor so he could give him some support in the business world.

What happened next was beyond my expectations. Although I kept tugging at Bingbing's clothes or touching her fingers to indicate that I wanted to express my opinion, she always hinted out of the corner of her eye that I should remain calm and kept chatting with the people around her. But I clearly saw a strong, burly chef walk up in the center of the banquet hall with a completely naked girl. The girl was not as beautiful as Bingbing, but she was still comparable to the spokespersons of many famous brands. At this moment, the host pointed to the girl and announced, "This is today's main ingredient, destined to become one of the restaurant's three signature dishes, Lotus Saintess!" A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted. These usually dignified CEOs and officials, so composed in newspapers and on television, were uncharacteristically beaming. If it weren't for the long hems of their suits designed to accommodate their pregnant bellies, their trousers would have been bulging with a tent. Many women in the audience also smiled and clapped, including Bingbing. I wanted to rush up, knock the chef over, and drag the girl away. Bingbing seemed to see my expression, pulled me aside, and whispered in my ear, "Don't do that. This is a cruel world, understand?"

I didn't know if I understood, but I found myself secretly wanting to see such a scene.

An old chef walked to the center of the hall, reached out and lifted the girl's chin, then placed his other hand on her neck as if to strangle her, applying slight pressure. The girl's chest rose and fell twice.

The old chef then gently pinched the girl's arms, from her wrists to her triceps, and then placed his right hand on her breasts, squeezing them and licking her pink nipples. The girl didn't resist or show any expression, only tilting her head back and swallowing slightly as he licked her. The old chef then inserted his right index and middle fingers into the girl's genitals

, then pinched her labia in a semi-circular motion with his thumb. Finally, he gestured to the two younger chefs beside him to suddenly lift the girl up in his arms. He spread her legs and looked at her from between them. The girl let out a soft cry. The old chef, like a kind old man, gently stroked her flat stomach and said, "Baby, it's okay. You're the best. We'll be done soon." Then he turned to the host and said, "A masterpiece!"

Wow! "A burst of even louder applause erupted. The host then announced, 'Now we'll begin preparing this dish. If you're interested, you can stand on this corridor and watch the kitchen below. Of course, you can also move freely in the hall; there are fine wines and pastries available. Please feel free to do as you please!' As soon as he finished speaking, all the men rushed towards the corridor, including me. Being strong and young, I quickly secured the best spot. Then I suddenly realized I'd forgotten Bingbing. I looked around for a while before finally finding her chatting with many of the women attending the party. When our eyes met, it was clear her eyes were saying: 'After all, we're men…'

The poor girl and the chef walked down the corridor to the kitchen below. The kitchen was entirely made of stainless steel, but the work surfaces were all gold-plated. The host, explaining the cooking process to the onlookers, said that only gold would prevent any alteration to the meat's texture, hence the gold-plated knives. However, because pure gold knives are sharp..." The sharpness wasn't enough, so the best setup was a steel knife plated with gold. A young chef laid the girl down on a gold-plated work surface. The girl frowned slightly and opened her mouth a little, but perhaps realizing she had no other choice, she obediently lay down on the table.

The chef pressed a few buttons, and several rubber bands appeared on the backstage to secure her hands and feet. The host said the rubber bands were soft yet tough, and wouldn't damage her skin if the girl struggled in pain, ensuring the perfect appearance of the food. However, instead of securing the girl in a spread-eagle position as I expected, the chef took a black cloth and blindfolded the girl. The host said this meant the girl had officially become livestock. However, the chef... The chef didn't immediately begin scalpel surgery. Instead, he took a showerhead and sprayed warm water on the girl. Then, he poured some kind of detergent onto her lower abdomen. Next, he took a horse brush—much softer than a regular one—and soaked it in the detergent. He carefully applied the detergent to the girl's body, even covering her genitals. The girl cooperated fully; whether he asked her to spread her legs or turn over, she didn't resist at all, gently following his movements.

Ten minutes later, the chef took a razor and began shaving even the finest body hair. The host said… Because the Lotus Saintess's method doesn't involve directly roasting over a fire, even the finest hairs aren't eliminated during the process, making this step crucial. The chef then used a spray nozzle to wash the girl's body. Half an hour later, her once fair skin was covered in water droplets, her long hair flowing freely beneath her, like a lotus just emerging from the water. However, the black blindfold remained on her eyes, and she lay there motionless. Someone in the crowd asked if she was still alive. The host replied, "Of course, you can see for yourselves," and gestured to the chef via wireless device. The chef then forcefully pinched the girl's labia. "Ouch!" the girl cried out in pain, eliciting another round of applause.

The chef then used rubber bands to immobilize the girl's limbs. Another chef approached with a gleaming golden knife. He pressed several buttons on the worktable, adding several more soft yet strong straps. This chef threaded the straps under the girl's breasts and secured them tightly to the table, preventing her breasts from moving upwards. Someone who had eaten this dish before commented, "One of the wonders of this dish is that you can't see any incisions on the girl's body." As they were talking, the chef adjusted the position of the worktable, turning the girl's genitals towards him. Then, the chef took his large, bony hands and began to stroke the girl's labia. The girl actually moaned under this caress. I found it strange; could such bony hands really produce pleasure? However, it was clear that the chef wasn't trying to induce an orgasm in the girl; otherwise, the dish wouldn't be called "Saintess." As the girl groaned, her labia gradually swelled with blood, and her clitoris became more prominent. Suddenly, the chef grabbed her clitoris and pulled outwards, almost completely ripping out her reproductive system. The host exclaimed, "Excellent skill! Head and tail intact, not a single piece broken! Amazing!!!" Another round of applause followed. The chef's skill was indeed remarkable; he had completed the task before the girl even had a chance to cry out in pain. The girl was clearly unconscious at this point. The chef then reached his hand into the bloody opening. The onlookers began to murmur, "Is he going to pull out all her internal organs from here?" "Heh, that's rare."

"That's strange, isn't it? Women's genitals are incredibly powerful; even a child can come out there. Look how big this girl's intestines are!" The discussion continued. Amidst the flashing of the knife, various organs were piled up between the girl's legs, seemingly containing everything except her heart and lungs. At this moment, the chef removed all the rubber bands from the girl's body, picked her up, and the girl's soft body leaned against him, like a pitiful girl sleeping in her lover's arms. Especially noticeable was the two lines of clear tears on her snow-white face. However, this lover seemed a bit terrifying. He cupped the girl's head in one large hand, and with the other hand, pinched her nose, then, as if kissing, blew into her mouth. With a whoosh, the girl's lungs and heart fell out of her lower body. The host excitedly exclaimed, "This is called 'Heaven and Earth in One Breath.' Currently, only two people in the industry can do this; one is this Master Zhu, and the other is in Malaysia!"

"The chefs were incredibly efficient, even faster than the host's mouth. A water pipe was already inserted into the girl's mouth, and pinkish blood gushed from her genitals. A small amount of bloody foam also flowed from her nose. The girl who had been standing healthy and the envy of everyone in the hall just moments before had instantly become a gutted and mangled mess. Two young chefs came up and began wiping the girl's body with soft cloths. After cleaning, the blindfold was removed, revealing the girl with her black hair flowing down her back as if she were asleep. There wasn't a single mark on her body; her breasts remained firm, and her abdomen appeared even slimmer without her internal organs. The only flaw was that her labia, from where so many internal organs had been expelled, were deformed, somewhat like rubber bands that had lost their elasticity.

The two young chefs continued working, one of them pushing over a cart loaded with gold..." On a metal cart with a colored plate, they laid the girl's clean body flat on the plate. They held her legs together, placed her hands on either side of her body, and then covered her with a thin layer of plastic wrap. The host then spoke up: "This is industry practice. Once the plastic wrap is on, it means the slaughtering process is over, and the ingredients are about to be handed over to the head chef. After this, no one can give the head chef any instructions; everything is up to him. Actually, whether this layer of plastic wrap is useful or not is not important." The transparent plastic wrap covered the girl's fair and delicate body, causing the soft parts of her body to deform with the direction of the plastic wrap, giving her an appearance of complete subjugation. The girl's pretty face also appeared somewhat translucent under the transparent film, reminiscent of the jelly pudding we ate as children, making our mouths water. At this moment, one of the chefs waved, and the two pushed the car through

a door in the kitchen. The host said, "Haha, everyone, you can't feast your eyes yet. For us, culinary skills are our intellectual property. I think all the bosses understand what I mean. Please be patient. There's fine wine and fresh fruit in the hall. Let's whet our appetites first, and the main course will be here soon." People poured out from the crowded corridor. Only then did I remember that I had come with Bingbing today. I quickly went back to find Bingbing. Fortunately, the graceful Bingbing stood out among the gaudy women. I found her immediately. She said with a slight disdain, "You seem quite engrossed in watching. I thought you were..." I chuckled awkwardly, but Bingbing didn't seem to mind. Maybe she's seen it all before. More than an hour later, a large golden platter was pushed from the kitchen to the center of the hall. Next to it, many beautiful women carrying various delicacies also entered the hall with the platter. The crowd stirred. The banquet had begun. Two strong chefs removed the bell-shaped covers from the platter. "Wow!" "People gasped. The poor girl from before was now kneeling on a lotus flower in the center of the plate. Her entire body was pink, glistening slightly from a layer of varnish, making her delicate skin appear even more flawless. Her jet-black hair was undamaged, cascading obediently down her back, with two strands framing her face and resting on her high, firm breasts. Her nipples, like two red dates, trembled gently at their tips, and a sparkling diamond adorned her breasts, adding to her noble and graceful air. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her small mouth seemed to be hesitantly pouting. Her hands were clasped together in front of her upper abdomen, and many magnolia petals were scattered on her body and head, emitting a faint fragrance that, combined with the delicious aroma of meat, made one's mouth water." Exquisite craftsmanship! "People were groaning, lamenting that such a beautiful and charming girl would soon be dismembered and turned into pieces of meat in their mouths. I couldn't help but feel nauseous. I glanced back at Bingbing and saw that she was also frowning. It seemed that appreciating food was one thing, but eating it was another. I pulled Bingbing to the back of the crowd, preferring to eat the other food carried by the beautiful women.

The noisy banquet reached its climax when the poor girl could no longer be identified as a girl. Taking advantage of the banquet, some bosses took out contracts or negotiation documents and entered the hall." Amidst the numerous small lounges, Bingbing and I were constantly harassed by Mr. Yu, and we left this hellish place before midnight. We were silent the entire way home. After the alcohol had subsided, I started thinking about things and felt the need to ask Bingbing about things she hadn't told me, things I absolutely had to know. Bingbing seemed preoccupied; she drove aimlessly, repeating the same route three times. Seeing this, I said to her, "Can you stop?"

She obediently turned off the highway and stopped in front of a small shop that was already closed. Seeing the lights still on inside, I shamelessly knocked on the door and, after much pleading, managed to get the shopkeeper to buy me two ice creams and two cans of juice. Bingbing and I sat down on the roadside. After ten minutes of silence, Bingbing finally opened up. For over two hours, she went from keeping a foot's distance to snuggling in my arms, telling me many things about her family, herself, and Mr. Yu. It turned out that she had fled to Mr. Yu's father's company that night to escape his harassment, and that's how she met me. During the months we spent together, she experienced a happiness she had never felt before.

Finally, she told me, "That Mr. Yu isn't a good person. I've embarrassed him several times in front of him. If he doesn't retaliate, the earth will explode." I said, "Really? A shrewd businesswoman like her shouldn't act impulsively. I think as long as we don't mess with him in business competition, he can't do anything. Why would he dig his own grave by doing something illegal?" "Naive, but I don't know either," Bingbing said, looking up at me. "But do you think tonight's banquet wasn't illegal? We're all murderers!"

And so, we actually sat on the roadside all night. The next day, when the shop owner came out to sweep the floor, I... I realized then that Bingbing was sleeping in my arms, and I had also dozed off sitting up all night. From then on, Bingbing came and went from my school as my girlfriend, but I only allowed her to come by taxi or bus, and she was only permitted to wear the clothes that female university students usually wore. Before I knew it, a year had passed since I met Bingbing. This February, I started working on my master's thesis, and Bingbing didn't seem as free as last year. We wouldn't even see each other for two or three weeks at a time, only exchanging phone calls and emails. One day in April, Bingbing suddenly told me she was going to the United States for a month; apparently, her family's business was in some trouble. Looking at Bingbing's haggard appearance, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I grabbed Bingbing and hugged her tightly. She nestled softly in my arms, tears slowly streaming down her face. Then she started crying out loud, and eventually, she burst into a loud wail. I had never seen Bingbing cry so loudly before, and I didn't know what to say. I just held her, held her until she cried herself to sleep in my arms. I felt my shirt was almost completely soaked with her tears; I never knew a girl could shed so many tears.

A week later, I took Bingbing to the airport. In the waiting area, Bingbing faced me, leaning against the wall. I placed one hand on her slender waist and the other on the wall behind her head so her head could rest on the back of my hand.

Even though boarding had already begun, we remained rooted to the spot. When we couldn't delay any longer, Bingbing said, "I'm leaving now. Focus on your thesis, and remember to email me!" I said, "Okay," and picked up Bingbing's travel bag as we headed towards security. Before placing the bag on the security counter, Bingbing suddenly asked me, "Do you know Giant China Holdings?" I said, "Of course I know! It used to be one of my idol companies. It was formed by four large Chinese companies that became heroes against the Western giants' monopoly alliance. But last year, its assets shrank drastically, and it almost went bankrupt." Bingbing said, "Yes, do you remember that girl who was eaten in that hellish place last year?"

I said, "Why are you mentioning her?" Bingbing didn't explain why but continued, "Do you think she's pretty?"

I blushed immediately and said, "Objectively speaking, she is indeed beautiful, but..." Bingbing interrupted my next words of loyalty and said, "She's the daughter of Ren Woxing, the CEO of Giant China." After saying that, she went through the security checkpoint, waved to me, and said, "Go back now, drive carefully on the road, you'll have to pay for any damage to my car!" "Yes,"

I immediately replied. In the year or so we've known each other, Bingbing's best way to control me is to make me pay for anything she does. There were several things I couldn't afford to pay for, even if I sold my blood.

After Bingbing went to the US, I got busy with my thesis, and to make matters worse, my advisor took on a troublesome project, further squeezing my time. Every day after finishing, I would just collapse into bed as soon as I got back to my dorm, wondering what Bingbing was doing in the US and what troubles she was facing. Sure enough, she encountered a lot of trouble, but I only learned about her experiences over the next two months after everything had settled down. By then, all I could do was feel utterly useless, like a scholar who had achieved nothing. When

Bingbing arrived in the US, she discovered that her family's problems were far more complex than she had imagined back home. Besides a major business failure, they faced alienation from everyone, and worst of all, her father was being sued for debt and illegal fundraising. If convicted, he would likely spend the rest of his life in prison. Bingbing spent three weeks in the US without any success. At this point, some of her father's old friends advised her to try contacting Mr. Yu, since Mr. Yu's success was inseparable from the business help and support of Bingbing's father. Bing had no choice but to quietly fly back. I say quietly because she didn't tell me, perhaps not wanting me to worry about her helpless situation. When Bingbing got through to Mr. Yu, he deliberately said, "Oh dear, what a rare guest! Miss Hu, aren't you always with your boyfriend? What brings you here? But you're always welcome to come over." On the weekend evening, Bingbing arrived at Mr. Yu's mansion in the north of the city. Mr. Yu invited Bingbing into a side room next to the main hall, where a Filipino maid served her Brazilian coffee. Bingbing stirred her coffee and said, "Mr. Yu, I think you know why I'm here. I have no other requests, I just want to borrow five hundred million US dollars from you."

"Ms. Hu, do you think I'm a money-printing factory? It's true that I have hundreds of billions of US dollars in assets, but most of it is real estate and various bonds and securities. I don't have any cash. Of course, if you want to raise it, my losses will probably be more than five hundred million." "Mr. Yu, don't think I don't know your situation. You always call my father 'Teacher Hu' all the time. Please help me." "Teacher is teacher. I gave my elementary school teacher fifty thousand dollars for surgery last year. But how much do you want? Bingbing, you know that, don't you? But if you agree to my request, your father will be my father. I'll sell my house and car to raise the money. What do you say, Bingbing?" As he spoke, Mr. Yu's fat hand reached over the table to grab Bingbing's hand. Splash! Bingbing poured hot coffee on that fat, dirty hand. "Oh dear!" Mr. Yu exclaimed, standing up. "Little one, don't be so naive! You want money? Fine, my 'Hell on Earth' is hosting a very important banquet next month, and we're still missing a decent main course. I've looked at so many movie stars and models, but none of them are up to par. I think you'd be perfect. That bigwig's pen and paper is more effective than a Citibank draft. You just want five hundred million, don't you?" "This…" Bingbing hesitated, twirling her long hair in thought for a long time before saying, "You mean it?" Mr. Yu was taken aback. He hadn't expected Bingbing to say that. Now that the girl had said so, he couldn't very well go back on his word. Besides… He assumed the girl was just being spiteful, so he said, "Of course it counts. We can sign the check first and then have the banquet.

I'll give you three days to think it over. Do you really think I'm that annoying?"

Three days later, Bingbing arrived as promised. Compared to a few days ago, Bingbing didn't look as haggard and anxious. She wore a beautiful evening gown, smiled at Mr. Yu, and said charmingly, "Mr. Yu, I've thought it through, but I have a few conditions. Can you agree to them?" Mr. Yu was almost melted by her sweet voice. Seeing Bingbing's smile, he thought she had already decided to give herself to him. He immediately said, "Okay, okay, I agree to everything." "Alright," Bingbing suddenly stopped smiling and said firmly, word by word, "I've decided to be the main course." "Huh—!?" Mr. Yu was stunned for a moment, but seeing Bingbing's determined expression, he also frowned and said, "Fine, I'll grant your wish. It's just five hundred million. I admire you. I'll save your father and prevent your family from going bankrupt. You're ruthless." "Thank you, Mr. Yu. I haven't told you my conditions yet." "Okay, go ahead," Mr. Yu said sinisterly. "My demands aren't high. I just hope you can grant me the same conditions as Mr. Ren's daughter did last year. I must not be sexually assaulted by the chef for any reason throughout the entire process, regardless of the quality of your cooking. Also, I hope you can let my boyfriend accompany me on my final journey. And, I must be made into a noble main course, like a lotus flower, and my body must not be defiled after my death."

Mr. Yu thought for a few seconds and then said, "Ms. Hu, you can change your mind now, otherwise there's no room for change after you sign this consent form. You can have your boyfriend come, or you can stop the chef from assaulting you, but whether you'll be defiled after your death, I can't say. You should know that once you're covered with plastic wrap, no one can give orders to the chef. I think you're familiar with these rules." "Okay, I understand," Bingbing said, taking the consent form and quickly signing her name. Then, she practically skipped out of Mr. Yu's mansion, humming a tune. Mr. Yu, frowning as he watched Bingbing's departing figure, picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers, and said, "Old Cao, prepare the ingredients for the 'Three-Flavor Ingredients for a slut,' the best in the world, for next month."

I knew nothing of this about Bingbing, because all I saw was the Hu Group building, located in the city's most expensive area, and I assumed that the daily hustle and bustle of that building hadn't been disrupted. Perhaps Bingbing's father was just missing his daughter in America. More than a month after Bingbing left, she came to my school to find me. I was carrying a large lunchbox back from the cafeteria when I suddenly saw Bingbing. I couldn't believe my eyes. After composing myself, I excitedly called out, "Bingbing, when did you come back? I didn't even know! Also, I sent you several emails, but you didn't reply." "I was worried about you and didn't want to bother you to pick me up at the airport. I'm back now." "Hehe," I chuckled foolishly, too happy to notice the faint resentment and helplessness in Bingbing's bright eyes. After spending the afternoon at school, Bingbing said she had to go back. Then, she put on a cheerful tone and said to me, "Get ready for the outfit I bought you on the 4th of next month, go to a banquet." I said, "You're not going there again, are you?" Bingbing said, "How else can I settle things at home? Next time, I'll go to sign the bills and get the money. Go ahead." I said, "Okay, I'll get ready."

The 4th arrived quickly. Bingbing, dressed in a luxurious evening gown, drove her sports car to pick me up. We barely spoke on the way. I sensed something was off, but I assumed Bingbing didn't like these kinds of banquets but had to play along. After entering the hellish hall, Mr. Yu greeted me with a smile, saying sarcastically, "Miss Bingbing, you've arrived as promised. Are you ready?" "Don't worry about me, you just need to sign the bills later." "Okay, now that things have come to this, it's too late for regrets." I asked Bingbing, puzzled, "What happened? He said it's too late for regrets?" "Bingbing, on the contrary, said casually, 'It's nothing. I just sold some of our family's things.' 'It wasn't that building, was it?' I asked. 'No, you'll find out soon enough.' After a while, Mr. Yu walked to the center of the hall with a beaming smile and said, 'Distinguished guests, tonight's Hell on Earth party has a very distinguished guest. I don't need to tell you his name, you all know him. Let's give him a round of applause!' A round of applause rang out, and I almost fainted. So this kind of person would come to a place like this... Mr. Yu continued, 'Today we are also going to help a struggling national enterprise, the Hu Group. I have contacted various business elites and injected five hundred million US dollars in one go.'"

A round of applause erupted again. Bingbing stepped forward, representing the Hu Group, and began to express her gratitude to the assembled elites. I, oblivious to the applause, watched Bingbing's beaming face and joined in the clapping. After a flurry of flashbulbs, both Bingbing and Mr. Yu signed the contract. Fifteen minutes later, Bingbing returned to my side and whispered, "It's over. I've done everything I could. Don't lose your composure later." Then she pulled my hand and leaned against me, clinging to me like she had at the airport, as if trying to squeeze every last minute into those few minutes.

After everyone had paid their respects to the distinguished guest, Mr. Yu returned and announced, "Today's main guest is someone we all know well—Ms. Hu Bingbing of the Hu Group." A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, more than ever before. Bingbing was indeed stunningly beautiful, and her intelligence and poise in business settings far surpassed those of the mere pretty faces at the monthly parties at this hellish place. But I was shocked to realize what Bingbing meant by "selling something"—it was Bingbing's own life. I immediately hugged her and shouted, "No, Bingbing, I'm taking you away from here. No one is allowed to touch him!" Then I jumped up to pull Bingbing away, but she squeezed my hand tightly, broke free from my embrace, and said charmingly, "Hehe, everyone, please excuse me. My boyfriend is a primary school student who hasn't graduated yet; he's never seen the world." Then she whispered in my ear, "I'm also reluctant to part with you, but there's no other way. After I leave, you'll have to help me with some things. I've written down what to do and the necessary information and put it in the safe deposit box at HSBC Bank. The password is ******." "Hahahaha," Mr. Yu laughed, "That's good, that's good. Or else..." He

gestured with his chin, indicating that I should look at the strong security guards by the door. At this moment, the head chef in the white coat came up. Bingbing said to me reluctantly, "I'm leaving, bye-bye."

I watched Bingbing turn around and walk with the head chef down the corridor towards the kitchen. That door seemed like a gaping maw; once Bingbing went in, she would never come out again. I stood there dumbfounded, watching Bingbing go in. The head chef led Bingbing into a small room in the kitchen. He gestured for Bingbing to take off her dress, and then he came out of the small room. Everyone was standing in the corridor, peering at the door of that small room, waiting for Bingbing to come out. At this moment, Mr. Yu saw this and spoke to the head chef via wireless device, asking, "Did you come to my meeting yesterday?" "Yes," the head chef replied, "Didn't I tell you to show everyone those scenes of girls stripping and enemas to preserve the girls' dignity before? This woman always thinks she's so noble; I'm going to humiliate her properly! Get out of here, I'll replace her with Lao Cao." "However, no one noticed that the head chef had been changed. Old Cao, fearing that Bingbing had already undressed, immediately flung open the door of the small room. Inside, Bingbing was taking off her underwear, already down one leg, the other just reaching her thigh. Her private parts were right in front of the door." "Wow—" everyone exclaimed. Bingbing's face turned bright red to the roots of her neck. There was no other way but to grit her teeth and continue. Then, with her head down, she and Old Cao walked out of the small room. Bingbing's head was almost at a ninety-degree angle, her breasts trembling slightly with each step, flat..." Below her lower abdomen was the girl's most private area; her two slender, jade-like legs were white and tender, like newly sprouted lotus roots. Everyone in the room, from the dignitaries to the security guards, was drooling, their expressions glazed over. I stood there, still stunned, unable to believe what I was seeing.

Old Cao, with a sly grin, said to Bingbing, "Miss Hu, don't be like this, let everyone see your face

." He reached out to touch Bingbing's chin. Bingbing was already overwhelmed with shame and didn't know what to do. After all, she was a girl in her twenties, and this was the first time she had shown her naked body to others since adulthood, in front of so many men. Old Cao, however, lifted Bingbing's face with his right hand and said, "Miss Hu, we need to clean your insides, otherwise it might affect your appetite." Then, with a signal to his assistants, four strong men lifted Bingbing up, one grabbing one of her long limbs and raising her above their heads, deliberately spreading her legs wide to expose her private parts to everyone. Bingbing was so ashamed that her chest was flushed, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes to her ears, but this only fueled Lao Cao's sadistic desires. He directed his four assistants to carry Bingbing's beautiful body back and forth in the corridor, as if afraid that no one would see it. Finally, they arrived at a golden pool, as large as a double bed. The four assistants flipped Bingbing 180 degrees in the air, so that her face was down, and her two firm breasts drooped slightly downwards. You could see that all the muscles in Bingbing's body were trembling slightly with shame. The four assistants then twisted Bingbing's limbs, arranging her in a doggy-style position. I saw Bingbing struggle with all her might, but how could her slender body resist four strong butchers? In vain, Bingbing was shaped into the form that Lao Cao wanted.

Old Cao lifted Bingbing's face and said, "Oh dear, little darling, why are you crying? We'll be fine in a bit." Bingbing held back her sobs and said to Old Cao, "You promised you wouldn't violate me." Old Cao said, "Yes, you said that no matter the process, we wouldn't violate you. So we don't intend to use you as food for piercing and roasting before slaughtering you, but necessary cleaning is unavoidable, little darling, just bear with it." As he spoke, Old Cao went behind Bingbing and picked up a pointed water gun. He first coated it with some oil, which was refined from the bodies of girls who had suffered misfortune here in the past. Then Old Cao aimed the water gun at Bingbing's anus and inserted the pointed tip. "Ah!" Bingbing cried out in pain, but Old Cao ignored her and pushed the water gun in another ten centimeters. "Flush!" Old Cao shouted, and another assistant turned on the water gun. Bingbing's belly slowly swelled up. Three minutes later, her belly was bulging like a soccer ball. The four assistants changed Bingbing's position, placing her on a large wooden tub resembling a toilet in a rural Jiangnan village. Old Cao slammed the water gun nozzle off Bingbing's anus. Bingbing let out a long sigh, "Ugh—," and immediately vomited a lot of water. In fact, Bingbing hadn't eaten anything for two days in preparation for today and had been drinking medical glycerin every day to lubricate her intestines.

The onlookers were astonished to see that what Bingbing vomited was basically water with detergent foam, and they discussed among themselves, "Looks like beauties are different, there's not even anything dirty in her belly!" But Old Cao was clearly acting under Mr. Yu's instructions. Seeing that the cleaning was unnecessary, he turned the task into a game that he and Mr. Yu found amusing. He then ordered his men to carry Bingbing back to the pool, and had her suspended in the air in various positions. After each position, they would carefully touch her private parts between her legs. Every time Bingbing changed positions, a burst of applause would erupt from the crowd. At this point, Bingbing probably had no desire other than to die quickly. Half an hour later, Bingbing was completely dazed and simply closed her eyes, letting them writhe her body as they pleased. But Lao Cao stopped, ordered his men to bring a large bath towel, and had his assistant place Bingbing on the ground. He then said to Bingbing, "Miss Hu, I'm sorry, that was just routine. Cleaning the inside is indeed uncomfortable. It'll be fine down there. Let me wipe you down, and then you can sit here for a while."

At that moment, Bingbing's greatest wish, besides dying, was to be able to wear clothes. Seeing the bath towel, her eyes lit up, and she practically snatched it and wrapped it around herself. But this was precisely Lao Cao's trick. He knew that in her previous state, Bingbing would soon faint and lose consciousness, which would reduce her loyalty to her master.

From the audience's perspective, a woman who is half-revealed is more alluring than a completely naked woman.

Bingbing sat by the pool wrapped in a bath towel, her long, wet hair cascading down her back, looking every bit the part of a noble concubine emerging from her bath. Mr. Yu, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but admire Lao Cao's skills, thinking to himself, "Damn, a PhD in psychology really makes a difference." Seeing that Bingbing had basically recovered her strength and spirit, Lao Cao began the next step. A large pot of boiling oil was pushed over, and everyone present was stunned. Were they really going to deep-fry a beautiful woman? It seemed like a terrible waste of resources! But Old Cao smiled and took the microphone, saying to the audience, "Don't be surprised, everyone. Look at this pot of oil. Of course, we wouldn't do something as cruel as deep-frying a beautiful woman alive. This is our new invention. Although it's boiling oil, it's actually a non-toxic substance extracted from pine resin.

Its melting point is very low; it softens at 30 degrees Celsius and becomes liquid at 40 or 50 degrees Celsius. So the temperature inside this pot is less than 50 degrees Celsius, and it won't harm our beautiful lady at all. However, Miss Hu, 50 degrees Celsius will still feel very hot to you." Old Cao then pointed to another pool of water, saying, "After Miss Hu is soaked in this oil, I will immediately put her in cold water, and the oil will solidify into a very tough layer of skin. When we peel off this skin, all of Miss Hu's body hair and dead skin will fall off, and then we will see a beautiful woman as freshly peeled as an egg." "Wow—" Another round of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Old Cao walked up to Bingbing and said, "Miss Hu, let's begin. Take off your towel." Bingbing reluctantly removed the towel, and when her breasts and legs were once again revealed, the crowd stirred again. Just as Old Cao had predicted, men loved this dynamic process of seeing, not seeing, and then seeing again. At this moment, Bingbing had almost completely transformed back into the adorable girl who blushed from head to toe, from the half-dead pale flesh she had been moments before. A female assistant came over, gathered Bingbing's wet hair, combed it, and put a hairnet over it to prevent her hair from being removed during the hair removal process. Old Cao grabbed Bingbing's hand and led her to the boiling oil. Although he had assured her it wouldn't kill her, the sight of the bubbling oil still made Bingbing tremble and dare not move. Old Cao gestured to his assistants, and the four assistants suddenly lifted Bingbing up as before. Bingbing cried out, and the four assistants, holding her in a spread-eagle position in the air, threw her into the oil pot.

The temperature didn't seem high; there wasn't the usual sizzling sound when frying food. Bingbing's head was sticking out of the pot, and Old Cao personally held it up to prevent it from drowning. Bingbing's pained expression floated on the surface of the pot as she cried out, "It hurts! It hurts! Please kill me!"

The other assistants, wearing heat-resistant gloves, continuously stretched Bingbing's

body, which was involuntarily curling up in pain, inside the pot. They even had to pry open the flesh between her legs to fully immerse it in oil. About ten minutes later, Bingbing's face turned almost bright red from the heat. Old Cao ordered his assistant to quickly pull Bingbing out of the oil pot and head straight for the pool filled with ice water. The sudden plunge from the hot pot into the ice water caused Bingbing to scream again. The assistants then spread Bingbing's legs and arms, as well as her genitals, in the pool. After soaking her for a minute, they pulled her out and placed her on a golden worktable. By this time, Bingbing's entire body, from her face down, had turned golden; the oil had solidified on her skin, coating it with a golden sheen. Old Cao instructed his assistant to hold Bingbing's limbs and begin peeling the skin down from her neck. Because the oily skin was stuck together with body hair and dead skin, Bingbing screamed in pain with every inch peeled away. However, to those in the hall, these pitiful cries sounded nothing more than beautiful melodies. About fifteen minutes later, Bingbing had peeled off a layer of skin. Just as Lao Cao had said, Bingbing's skin was now as smooth as cream. A distinguished guest in the crowd even recited a Tang Dynasty poem in a pretentious manner: "The hot spring water is smooth, washing away the congealed fat." A round of applause erupted. Then Lao Cao removed Bingbing's wig, letting her long hair fall loose again. Bingbing, with her creamy skin and jet-black, cloud-like hair, sat on the golden table. Mr. Yu gestured, and Schubert's Serenade filled the hall. Anyone unfamiliar with the place would surely mistake this for a model pose in an art academy's oil painting class. Who would imagine that beneath such a beautiful scene, beautiful woman, and famous music lay a bloody slaughter? Lao Cao gestured for the head chef to come forward. The head chef bowed to everyone and walked up. Seeing Bingbing sitting on the golden counter with her long hair flowing freely, he couldn't help but smile.

He walked up to Bingbing, stretched out his hand, and used four fingers to measure her neck, chest, thighs, and ankles. He nodded; it seemed that what others considered beautiful might not meet the chef's standards, and he needed to measure her with his own fingers to know. He said to Lao Cao, "Four, four, three, two, that's the perfect ingredient for 'Three Ways to Eat a Seductive Woman'!" Bingbing suddenly jumped up as if electrocuted, shouting, "What did you say?!" Lao Cao immediately smiled broadly and bowed to Bingbing, saying, "Congratulations, Miss Hu! We haven't made this dish for three years because we haven't had the right ingredients. Haha, Miss Hu, excuse me." "Yu Renwang, you liar!" Bingbing shouted and jumped off the counter, but the crowd erupted in laughter. Undoubtedly, Bingbing's actions only increased the onlookers' appetite. The assistants immediately grabbed Bingbing's limbs. The head chef, seemingly used to such scenes, remained calm and simply pressed his index finger on a spot an inch below Bingbing's navel. Bingbing's struggles immediately lessened. Then, the head chef whispered in Bingbing's ear, "I don't know who you are, but you have no other choice now. If you cooperate, you won't be in much pain." He then pressed a few times below Bingbing's breasts, and Bingbing immediately went limp. At this moment, a distinguished figure in the crowd said to Mr. Yu, "This is acupressure, isn't it?" "Yes, sir," Mr. Yu replied obsequiously. "Oh, there aren't many people who know this skill anymore. This is a national treasure; we must protect it well and train successors." "Yes, yes, yes," Mr. Yu replied.

The chef took out a peacock feather and began brushing it across Bingbing's soft body. Bingbing writhed like a snake, her slender waist and long, jade-like legs constantly shifting across the smooth table, her body gradually forming an S-shape. The chef then pressed an acupoint between Bingbing's breasts, then placed his left hand between her legs, pressing his thumb against her perineum, while his right hand continued brushing the peacock feather across her body. Bingbing, after all, was a girl who had never experienced such intimacy; after a few minutes, her smooth, hairless labia were glistening and wet. She was constantly swallowing, her two jade-like legs rubbing against each other, her breasts gradually hardening, and her areolas enlarging several times over. Seeing that it seemed about time, the chef stopped pressing his left hand against Bingbing's perineum and instead, with a flick of his sleeve, pulled out a golden mouse, only three inches long. He turned Bingbing's head, which was tilted to the side, and guided her chin, opening her mouth. Bingbing, already caught in waves of orgasm, was oblivious to everything else. The chef then took out a small, heavy golden pellet, presumably made of gold. With his right hand, he flicked the pellet into Bingbing's mouth, and the little mouse darted in after it. He helped Bingbing sit up and then gently vibrated her chest, causing her breasts to tremble even more violently. Then the chef began to gently tap on Bingbing's upper abdomen. When the chef's hand reached above her navel, Bingbing's head gradually turned to the side, her long hair fell across her chest, and blood began to flow from between Bingbing's legs on the worktable. After a while, the chef reached out and grabbed Bingbing from under her armpits, lifting her up. With a single shake, the metal ball fell out of Bingbing's anus, followed by the bloody little mouse that crawled out—all of it Bingbing's blood! I was firmly held back by Mr. Yu's security guards, and seeing this, tears streamed down my face again. Poor Bingbing was now ripped open. Although they never put a blindfold on her to indicate she was food, she could no longer sweetly say to me, "You wrecked my car, you have to pay me back," nor could she snuggle in my arms and cry her heart out. But in the chef's eyes, Bingbing was no different from half a pig. He then lifted her upside down, holding one of her legs with one hand, and repeatedly performed splits on her. With each split, Bingbing would spit out... Some broken internal organs and blood were found. It turned out that the mouse had chewed up all of Bingbing's organs inside her stomach, but from the outside, there wasn't a single wound on Bingbing's body, not even a single bleeding point. After repeating this about ten times, the assistant took a water pipe, and the chef inserted the pipe into Bingbing's anus. Pinkish bloody water flowed continuously from Bingbing's mouth until it turned into clear water. Poor Bingbing was beyond dead, her slender arms and legs swinging back and forth with the chef's movements. Then the chef pulled out the water pipe and inserted it into Bingbing's vagina, gushing it out. At this moment, Lao Cao said to everyone: "The key to this dish is that the girl's uterus cannot be damaged when all the other internal organs are destroyed, otherwise, without a uterus and ovaries, where will this slut come from?"

"Yes, yes," everyone echoed. At this moment, the head chef had already lifted Bingbing up from behind, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Then, he pried open Bingbing's labia with both hands and poured out all the water that had been forced in. After repeating this several times, the head chef waved his hand, and two young chefs came over and placed Bingbing on a large golden plate, then covered her with plastic wrap. Because the head chef's acupressure technique and the peacock feather had given Bingbing an orgasm that ordinary intercourse could not produce, she felt no pain despite the terrifying event of mice crawling into her belly. Her face still held that lewd smile of orgasm, and her skin looked even more translucent after being covered with plastic wrap. Especially since she had no injuries, it aroused the interest of the audience, who discussed among themselves as they watched the beautiful body disappear into the kitchen. "Haha, she really is a slut, look at the expression on that girl's face," the esteemed figure said to Mr. Yu. "Yes, yes, I saw it long ago, so I specially kept her for you to enjoy," Mr. Yu hurriedly expressed his loyalty to the esteemed figure.

About three hours later, another large golden plate was pushed out, still covered by a bell-shaped lid. Mr. Yu walked up to the distinguished guest and said, "Please lift the lid and begin the banquet." He then had the distinguished guest symbolically push the lid, and two strong chefs immediately lifted it. Bingbing was seen lying on all fours on the plate, her buttocks raised high, her legs spread wide, exposing her anus and labia as much as possible. Her labia were slightly turned outwards, her anus slightly relaxed, and she was lowered at the waist, her head bowed, her body forming a crescent shape with her mouth facing upwards.

Bingbing was entirely pink, with a lot of white, semen-like substance splattered on her buttocks, thighs, and back. There was a flowing white semen between her vagina and legs, though it seemed quite viscous, clinging to the surface without dripping.

Looking at Bingbing's front, her face still held the lewd expression she had before death, her cherry lips slightly parted, and white semen also clung to her lips and face. The distinguished figure pointed at Bingbing's body and laughed, "Indeed a slut, judging by her posture, she just served ten or eight men." "Hahahahahaha!" The crowd below echoed with laughter.

"So, where does the 'three-fold eating' manifest itself?" the distinguished figure asked again. Old Cao immediately replied, "Your Excellency, the first 'eating' is the tender flesh of this woman's body. The cooking process was half-boiling, half-roasting, half-steaming, half-grilling, and half-smoking, but the boiling was done without a pot, the roasting without firewood, the steaming without water, the grilling without fire, and the smoking without smoke. As the saying goes, none of the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, and earth) are included. This woman's flesh has transcended the five elements and is no longer in the mortal world. Therefore, biting into it is endlessly delicious, chewing it is smooth and does not stick to the teeth, and swallowing it leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and tongue." "Oh, that's wonderful. So, what about the second 'eating'?" Old Cao replied again, "Because her body cavity is intact, it is an excellent soup pot. The white liquid you see is made inside her abdomen, using Antarctic abalone, Arctic deep-sea lobster, and Tibetan..." The ingredients—highland cordyceps, wild thousand-year-old ginseng from South Korea, monkey head mushrooms from the Malay jungle, placenta from the Northeast sika deer, camel hump from the Pamir Plateau, bear paws from Alaskan brown bears, and over two hundred kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs—are first simmered for forty-nine days, then placed inside this woman's belly for a final two-hour simmering, or one hour. So this dish takes a long time; I apologize for the wait. The second dish is this soup. In a moment, we only need to pinch this woman's plump buttocks, and the fresh soup will flow from her lustful rear. The meat was good, but not as good as the soup from this woman's belly, because this soup gathers the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon. Escaping the mortal world and the five elements is only for cultivating the Tao, while gathering the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon is for becoming an immortal! "Wonderful, wonderful!" the esteemed figure clapped and laughed. "And the third dish?" "The third dish is made by combining the ovaries inside this woman's uterus with the yolks from the ovaries of the twenty beauties just obtained from the back hall, and cooking them with the crab meat roe from Yangcheng Lake to make a human seed sauce. This dish gathers countless yin essences and is made in the place where life is nurtured. It can be said to be a sign of the creation of heaven and earth and the birth of all things. The soup just now was only for achieving immortality, but this third dish is for creating heaven and earth and reshaping the universe!" "This dish is truly magical! What are we waiting for? Let's begin the banquet! Mr. Yu, this is the esteemed Emperor, a noble figure of culinary art! He has given instructions to carry forward this esteemed tradition!" Mr. Yu repeatedly replied, "Yes!"

The banquet began, and I had cried until I had no tears left. I watched as the chefs, like slicing Peking duck, transformed Bingbing's beautiful body into plates of meat, which were then served to each table. At three in the morning, the banquet ended. I tearfully picked up the discarded bones and tendons from the tables, kneeling and weeping with each piece I picked up.

At six in the morning, I walked aimlessly through the

streets I thought back to when I first met Bingbing, she said, "Hu Bingbing is dead." I never imagined this... Her angry words back then have become a reality. Overnight, we are separated by life and death. I cried out in despair. I found a corner and drained a few liters of gasoline from Bingbing's car tank. I put these remains in the gasoline and burned them. Black smoke shot straight into the sky. Could Bingbing's soul be inside? I remember reading in a book that the souls of people who die a violent death cannot ascend to heaven. So, could Bingbing not ascend to heaven either? If so, is she watching me from beside me, watching Bingbing's remains turn to ashes? I used the crystal bottle filled with lucky stars that I once gave her in Bingbing's car to collect the ashes... Cars will break down, clothes will tear, but the lifespan of this crystal bottle should be longer than my own life. Perhaps, this is all the memories Bingbing left me.

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