Night Shift, Wind and Rain, End of Story – Author: Dan Yue Ruo Xi

I'm on the night shift tonight, so I quickly took a nap at home this afternoon. My night shifts in the emergency room are usually very busy; sometimes I don't get to sleep at all. As evening approached, the sky suddenly darkened. It looked like it was going to rain.
Thunder rumbled, and there seemed to be lightning in the distance. By the time I got to the department, it was already as dark as the bottom of a pot, with constant flashes of lightning. People were rushing home on the streets. I handed over my shift to the day shift doctor, who also left in a hurry. Then it got even darker, followed by a loud clap of thunder, and a torrential downpour began.
Everything outside became invisible; all I could see was a thick curtain of rain, with raindrops the size of peanuts pounding the ground and splashing onto the platform outside the emergency room.
There weren't many patients under observation in the ER tonight, just one viral myocarditis patient brought in during the day. He had suddenly experienced palpitations while on duty and quickly collapsed. I saw him lying under the sheet from a distance, with a cardiac monitor next to him, showing frequent premature ventricular contractions (PVCs) and the alarm constantly beeping. I asked the internist how he was doing, and he said wearily that even with lidocaine, his condition was still serious. There were several patients with cerebral hemorrhage upstairs, but there were no beds available, so they were being kept in the ER. He said there was no rest tonight. I jokingly told him that with the heavy rain tonight, not many people would be going out, and I should get a good rest. He said ingratiatingly, "Senior brother, you're in cardiology, so this patient on the first floor is your responsibility. I'm busy enough with patients on the second floor." Since I had nothing else to do, I said, "Then please come early tomorrow morning." He thanked me profusely, saying, "No problem, no problem," and went upstairs.
Downstairs, there was only a nurse, the patient, and myself. I went to the room to check on the patient, and the alarm went off again. I checked and saw it was still frequent premature ventricular contractions (PVCs). The patient lay quietly under the sheet. As I approached, a very beautiful face flashed into my view, but it was now deathly pale. Her eyes were large, but now they seemed filled with panic. Her nostrils flared, and she whispered, "Doctor, I feel terrible. Please help me." I reassured her, "Don't worry, we have a way to cure you." I looked at the electrocardiogram and saw multifocal PVCs. I thought this was bad; it could easily lead to ventricular fibrillation. I pulled back the sheet. Her shirt was unbuttoned and spread out on either side of her body. A pair of small breasts came into view. Her fair abdominal skin rose and fell with her breathing. I was stunned. It was so tender, like a juicy peach. I hesitated for a moment before realizing what was happening and took out my stethoscope. I listened; the situation was indeed bad. I felt it would be a real pity if such a beautiful and delicate girl died, but often beauty is fleeting. I went to the nurse after leaving the ward and told her to be careful with the girl, as something could happen at any moment. She said we had all the emergency medications ready, and the head nurse had already checked on her that afternoon. Besides a heart condition, the girl also had kidney problems; she was in critical condition. However, she was working locally and had no relatives, so we couldn't contact her family.
The rain outside was still pouring down, showing no sign of stopping. It was almost 11 PM now. Just as I expected, there were no surgical patients, and the streets were deserted. No wonder, who wants to go out during a typhoon? It was a relief that I didn't have to worry about fights or car accidents. I went back to the girl. She was so uncomfortable that she could barely speak. I knew she must be feeling very unwell. She saw me and said, "I feel so suffocated, and my heart is pounding. Am I going to die?" Looking at her contorted face, I said, "No, young lady, we have a way." I instructed the nurse to increase the oxygen flow. Her breathing was indeed much more rapid than before. Her delicate little mouth opened, and she gasped for breath, almost touching my face. There was a faint, sweet scent. I suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from below, and I quickly became erect. I saw sweat on the girl's face, probably from lack of oxygen. I suddenly wondered what this girl's naked body would smell like—was it this sweet? Instinctively, I pulled back the sheet and saw her rapidly heaving, flawless white breasts and small, round nipples, cherry-red and the size of lotus seeds. Below, her white belly rose and fell with her breath. Below that was a skirt, pink with delicate white flowers. The skirt was wide at the hem but not long, not reaching her knees. It covered her thighs and lower abdomen, accentuating her alluring figure, especially between her legs. Her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and below that was the deep cleavage between her thighs.
As I stood there, stunned, the girl gripped my hand tightly and cried out, "Ah!" Her eyes suddenly fixed on the ceiling, so tight I couldn't pull my hand away. Her chest suddenly stopped moving, and her mouth gaped open, revealing her upper palate and white teeth. The electrocardiogram showed a brief period of ventricular fibrillation followed by a flat line. I screamed for help, and the nurses rushed off with the stretcher. The poor little girl's mouth was still wide open, her tongue... protruding and twitching slightly. I saw... Seeing her tongue, now a grayish-white mass, wriggling and protruding from her mouth, her upper body arched upwards, the sheets hanging off the edge of the bed, exposing her white upper body, stomach, and skirt. At that moment, I felt the girl's grip on my small hand loosen slightly. She frantically grabbed my hand a few more times, like clutching straw, before slid limply off my hand to the edge of the bed. After touching the edge, she slid down as if boneless, landing right on my crotch. That almost imperceptible touch made my penis instantly erect. I pressed my penis tightly against her soft, powerless hand. Then I watched as the little girl's head slowly turned towards me, her eyes gradually losing their luster. Her eyelids drooped, her eyes half-open, half-closed, looking at me, but devoid of any light. Her mouth wasn't as wide open as before; her upper lip, which had been pale pink, was now white, slightly upturned, revealing her upper teeth. Her tongue had lost its earlier vitality, retracting into her mouth behind her lower teeth, slightly raised upwards.
Her upper body leaned slightly towards me, her arms extending off the bed, revealing the dark hairs peeking out from under her armpits, her hands softly pressing down on me. At this moment, her previously arched right leg, the one on my side, also limply slid towards me. The pink skirt that had been covering her thighs, after the struggle, was now lifted up to her lower abdomen, revealing her fair, pinkish-white inner thighs, and part of her shyly revealing panties, covering her bulging mons pubis.
The nurse had brought over the resuscitation equipment. I calmly instructed her on the three-step cardiac resuscitation and the two-step ventricular resuscitation, while I performed CPR on the girl myself. I pressed up and down on her soft, boneless chest. Her tender, soft breasts, still warm to the touch, swayed lazily with my movements. Her neck had become extremely limp, as if broken, her head bobbing up and down. All resuscitation measures had been taken, but the girl's ECG remained flat. Her breasts grew increasingly cold under my touch, and her upper lip and face became increasingly pale. Then I noticed that her panties seemed to have been sucked down, clinging tightly to her thighs and lower abdomen. The area below her lower abdomen had become somewhat transparent, revealing a dark, indistinct area underneath. A patch of the sheet was also soaked. I casually touched it; it was wet. Oh, this girl had urinated. I felt I had to be responsible for the girl at that moment. I had to try everything, even if there was only a glimmer of hope. I continued chest compressions. The girl's eyelids drooped softly, as if half-open, staring blankly at me, expressionless. Her mouth was slightly open, her upper lip still upturned, and there seemed to be a thin, clear liquid at the corner of her mouth. The nurse watched silently as I futilely pressed, saying, "It's been forty-five minutes." I knew she meant that if resuscitation efforts failed after thirty minutes, she could be declared clinically dead. But I remembered that just moments ago, this girl was breathing and had a heartbeat; she could even laugh. She was a living, breathing person, and now she's gone, separated from us by life and death. Just moments ago, she asked me with such trust, and I so confidently promised to cure her. Now it's impossible. I persisted for another thirty minutes, but the ECG remained unchanged. Her half-closed eyes continued to look indifferently at me, as if mocking me. She reached out and pressed against my genitals, making me itch and arousing my desire. Her little hand seemed to soften even more, her fingers lazily straightening and bending under the touch of my erect penis, while her breasts seemed even colder. I stopped in disappointment. I looked at the little girl, whose body was already growing cold. Her head was tilted slightly back, leaning towards me. Her lifeless eyes were half-open, staring blankly downwards. Her small, straight nose was upturned, her nostrils clearly visible. Below that was her slightly upturned upper lip, playfully pouting. Below that, I could see her upper teeth, neat and white. A slightly protruding tongue was visible in her mouth, which was half-open as if eagerly and intently waiting for something. Her chin was tilted upwards, revealing the white skin beneath her chin and neck—skin so white, so tender.
I walked out of the ward, feeling dejected. I checked my watch; it was almost one in the morning. The nurse was reviewing the last-minute verbal orders. I sat there blankly, smoking a cigarette, feeling a mixture of disappointment and a strange, exhilarating excitement.
Thinking of this girl, her life extinguished so tragically, her fair skin, her half-open, listless eyes, her parted lips filled with longing and fervor, the alluring bulge in her lower abdomen, her skirt clinging so enticingly to her thighs and belly even after she lost control of her bladder. I remembered her tongue, constantly licking something, yearning for her last breath of oxygen. I finished writing the death certificate. Casually, I said to the nurse who had finished, "Tell the family we did our best!" Then it suddenly dawned on me that the little girl's family hadn't arrived yet, and she was already dead. Suddenly, as if remembering something, I told the nurse, "You can go rest. I need to check on the patient, see if there are any other problems we haven't discovered, and clean up the resuscitation scene. This girl was pitiful enough." The nurse looked at me sympathetically and said, "You're really responsible. Well... I'll go rest for a bit, it's already two o'clock." After the nurse left, I was the only one left on the first floor. The poor little girl was still lying in the ward, and the rain outside was still pouring down relentlessly, as if the sky had collapsed. I went into the ward. It was a double room with no windows, only one door. There were no other patients besides this little girl. I took out my companions, my digital camera and video camera, which I often use to take some work photos that I like. I sat next to the patient for a while. From this angle, the little girl was lying straight on the bed, her hands casually placed beside her thighs and buttocks, her hands slightly curled. Her buttocks and outer thighs looked quite thick, and I could clearly see the bulge under her lower abdomen clinging tightly to her skirt. Her left leg was straight, and her right leg was bent and limply tilted to the other side. Her calves were very white and thin, with a few very soft and fine hairs. Her feet tilted to the side, also very white and tender. I picked up that small, soft hand and pressed it against my face. I lifted her hand, holding the thin wristband… When I came in, her hand hung down, soft and boneless. I straightened it, then released it from her chest, placing it on her small breast, making it jiggle. My hand slowly slid down her chest, bending at the elbow and falling to her waist. I lifted her wrist again, her hand still limp. I used this limp hand to caress her tender white chest, caressing her soft, cold breast, touching her cherry-red nipples with my fingers. Then I remembered that since she had no family, I should properly caress this natural beauty; she was undoubtedly a gift from heaven to reward me. I closed the door. No need to worry about anyone else coming in. I walked up to her. Her face was tilted towards me, slightly upturned, as if waiting for my arrival. Just moments ago she had been speaking to me, but now she was silent, and she wouldn't refuse me anymore. She would give me everything completely, selflessly and without regret. I raised her outstretched hand and placed it beside her head. The stubble of hair under her armpit was clearly visible; she must have carefully groomed it before she died. As I carefully examined her armpit, I noticed her gaze seemed to be directed at this square-faced ox, but she seemed to see nothing. Her eyelids drooped halfway, her eyes half-open as if unable to fully open. I stroked her face; it was soft and delicate, but already cold. I lifted her eyelids; her lifeless black eyeballs were completely dilated. I pressed on her eyeballs; there was no reaction. Even when I pressed her eyes until they deformed, there was no response. She lay there calmly. My fingers were slightly damp; it was the liquid from her eyes.
I gently turned the girl's head to face me, but she turned it back, her mouth half-open as if yearning for my kiss, her eyes half-closed, alluring and seductive. I put my arm under her neck, cradling her head, and stroked her hair, which was scattered on the pillow, with my other hand. I deliberately lifted her left finger, placing that soft, limp little finger into her nose or mouth. She looked at me intently, her eyes so focused, as if she didn't care what I was doing to her anymore, even though it hadn't been nine hours since I first saw her. I put my nose to her half-open mouth and saw a trace of liquid at the corner of her left lip. I felt like licking it off; the liquid seemed very sticky, clinging to both our lips. I wondered what the breath of such a beautiful girl would smell like. Would it have an unpleasant odor or a foul smell? I took a light sniff; there was no smell. I then placed my nose between her teeth… her lips touched the area around my nose, wet. I caught a whiff of a girl's unique body odor emanating from within, incredibly alluring, and my lower body stirred. I felt waves of desire surging within me, savoring the scent and the wetness around my nose. I rubbed my nose against her upturned upper lip, her lower lip, her teeth. I then rubbed my nose against the tip of her nose, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her nostrils. I casually pulled away her pillow, lifted her upper body by her shoulders, and her hand slipped down, landing right on my erection before sliding off the edge of the bed, swaying. Her head tilted heavily back, her mouth wide open. I lifted her and sat her on the bed. I leaned her upper body against me, her head sliding forward as if her neck were broken, her entire face pressed against my chest. I placed her head on my left shoulder, her small mouth and nose pressed against my neck, as if passionately kissing me. I used my right hand to pull off her top, and she obediently pressed... I moved her upper arms around. Her upper body was now completely exposed, and her small breasts appeared larger and more prominent as she sat up. I gently stroked her nipples with my soft left hand, and she showed no embarrassment. Suddenly, I felt a dampness on my shoulder. I laid her upper body on the bed, and her head slumped back more noticeably than before. When I straightened her head, I noticed a lot of sticky, clear liquid dripping from the corners of her mouth. My lower body was throbbing with passion and desire. I impatiently supported her limp neck and head with my left hand, gently lifting her head, while my right hand caressed her small breasts, which were now flat and open as she lay down. Her head was tilted back slightly, her upturned nose pointing upwards, revealing two small nostrils below. Her chin was tilted upwards, and her two lifeless eyes were staring at me. Her mouth was so close to mine; I could already smell the moisturizer on her face. Her pale little tongue was curled up behind her lower teeth, surrounded by sticky fluid. Her upper lip was turned up, thick and wet…wet. I couldn't wait to lick her upper lip; it was so slippery, with a slightly chewy feel. I licked the sticky fluid around her mouth; it was sticky and tasteless. I used the fluid to touch and probe her thick, upturned upper lip with my lips. Her upper lip quickly became even slipperier, as if it were the fluid itself. I smelled her upper lip; it smelled a bit grotesque, but very alluring and sexy. I frantically licked her lips and the corners of her mouth, enjoying the taste and the lubrication of her fluid. Her tongue was still very soft; it slid to the side of my tongue as soon as I licked it.
I hungrily licked the girl's still-fragrant face, her skin supple. I licked her small nose, her half-open eyes, and she didn't flinch at all. She lay softly on my arm. The girl's unique scent filled my nose, and I inhaled deeply, enjoying it. She didn't seem to mind my actions at all; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it, her mouth wide open, her eyes half-open, half-closed, responding to me with ecstasy. I withdrew my hand, and the girl's head swayed from side to side before softly falling back towards me, her eyes still gazing at me with that same ecstatic, almost intoxicated look, as if she had just experienced the pleasure of lovemaking and was still feeling it, staring blankly in my direction. I gently shook the girl's chin, and her head moved slightly, her semi-circular mouth opening a little. I slipped my hand inside and pulled her lower lip down, revealing her lower gums. Her lower teeth moved slightly downwards, and her lower lip felt smooth. I teased her tongue with my hand; it was so soft, like a pale, fleshy piece. I felt her palate with my fingers, focusing on her innermost teeth—they were very hard.
I picked at her teeth, and when I pulled my hand out, I found some white, toothpaste-like stuff stuck between my fingers. I smelled it—oh, it had a very pungent, foul odor. I knew it was residue from her teeth.
Looking at the girl's dazed expression, so beautiful and sexy, I suddenly had the urge to taste it. I licked it and actually swallowed it. My hand slipped from above the panties to between the girl's labia. Although it was a pair of panties… the material was very good, very elastic. My hand felt neither tightness between the panties and the cleft. I felt the flesh inside was very soft, with a slightly damp sensation. Further down was a deep crevice, which I could easily slip my hand inside. I knew what that was—the girl's most private and secret place. My hand went in and found it was still warm, the walls much wetter than the outside, with a slippery feel. I stroked the soft walls with my fingers and felt it was even wetter than before, as if my fingers were covered in a sticky liquid. My hand… As I stroked and massaged inside, I looked up at the little girl's face. She was facing me, her chin tilted back, revealing two tiny nostrils, a pointed nose, and an upturned upper lip. Her upper lip seemed dry, with some thin, chapped skin, revealing her pale upper gums and teeth. Below her lower lip was a small, shallow crease. I put my other hand into her mouth and found her curled tongue. Her mouth was still wet. I gently turned her head, and it swayed to the side before turning back towards me. Her eyes were half-open, looking at me weakly, silently encouraging me: "Come on, I won't move. Do whatever you like." I licked her lips, sucking the saliva that had gathered around her tongue. My tongue tip was already a little cool. I sucked and savored it, inhaling her unique, arousing scent. At this moment, her hand was hanging down beside my crotch. I pressed her down even tighter, rubbing her fingers back and forth. My right hand felt increasingly wet between her legs, a sticky, oily fluid flowing from the back of my hand and palm. I was about to explode, but I held back. This was just the beginning; it was only a little past three o'clock, plenty of time.
I thought I should take off her clothes—her skirt and panties. I placed her hands in front of her chest. A girl's arms are like three-section staffs, able to bend freely, but they always slipped down. I reached my right hand under her right leg and onto her left, gripping her thigh below her pelvis tightly. I reached my left hand under her neck, grabbing her left shoulder, and then pulled her forcefully towards me. I used my stomach to push her right side upwards and to the opposite side. Her right arm, which had been sliding towards my penis, now slid in front of her stomach, palm up, and landed heavily on the opposite edge of the bed with a thud. Her right arm also bent and fell to the opposite side.
Her entire shoulder tilted to the opposite side, revealing the back of her shoulder blade. Her alluring breasts, which had been flat on her chest, now swayed and drooped to the left, becoming plump and full, with her pink nipples sliding to the left as well. Her head tilted to the left, and her half-open mouth slid to the side of my left hand, seemingly biting the back of my hand, the sticky fluid from the corner of her mouth smearing on my hand. Her lips also intentionally or unintentionally licked my hand, tickling and tingling. Her long, beautiful hair tickled my forearm, making it tingle and numb. Suddenly, I heard a "thud," and her right knee, her right leg, slipped and fell onto the opposite side of the bed after her straightened left leg. Her right calf dangled off the edge of the bed, her foot abruptly pointing towards the door. Her half-rolled buttocks were still in front of my stomach, and I withdrew my hand to support her protruding buttocks.
I unzipped her skirt from behind, pulling it down and then her panties, all the way down to her thighs. A tempting, large, white buttocks appeared before me—so white, so plump. I slapped her large thighs and buttocks, the flesh jiggling rhythmically with each slap. Then her right leg extended forward, revealing her alluring buttocks cleft below her broad sacrum and tailbone. Extending forward to the base of her legs, a mysterious dark groove of flesh could be seen—the most alluring and mysterious part of a girl's body, now exposed to me without reservation. I could clearly see some messy, curly, coarse dark pubic hair nearby. I bent down and kissed her buttocks deeply. The flesh beside her buttocks cleft was so soft and tender, and I could smell the unique sour, pungent scent emanating from it.
Although it was a little pungent, a little smelly, and had a sweaty, acidic odor, it was exactly what I had been dreaming of. I wondered what it would feel like to touch her from behind. I held her buttocks with my left hand and slipped it under her pulled-down panties and skirt into that dark crevice, feeling a deep slit about 6 centimeters long. I knew this was her vagina, and it was my favorite place. I rubbed the slit with the back of my hand, and soon my hand was soaked. I smelled it; there was a faint salty and pungent smell, but it was so alluring. I licked the sticky back of my hand; it was salty. I wiped the sticky fluid away on the inside of the girl's thighs.
There was still a slight sheen on the girl's fair inner thighs. I tentatively slipped my hand into the crevice of her flesh; it was warm and slippery inside. Before I knew it, all four of my fingers were inside, the sticky inner walls clinging tightly to them. The moisture on my hand seemed to welcome it. I looked at the girl's half-open eyes, her mouth wide open in ecstasy, her chin tilted upwards as if she were completely absorbed in the moment. Her hair was scattered messily on the bed, beside her face, and on her ecstatic expression. I pulled my hand out and used it to support her erect buttocks, rocking her back and forth. Her swollen breasts swayed helplessly up and down with my boneless right hand.
I decided to continue undressing her, so I lifted her large, well-developed buttocks and straightened her up. She dragged her right leg back and placed it on her left, her head still tilted to the left, her eyes listlessly staring at her left toes, which were leaning outwards. My right hand slid down from her stomach, bringing her right breast to her right chest. It was briefly stopped at the edge of the bed, then slid down heavily to the side. Her skirt and panties were already above her knees, the left side still slightly pressed down by her buttocks, but much easier to remove. Her pubic hair was now fully exposed, but her vulva remained shyly tucked between her legs. I held her buttocks and pelvis, lifting her slightly, and the panties came off easily. I moved her right leg outwards a little, quickly lifting her cold foot and pulling off her skirt and panties. The panties were wet; I inhaled deeply the scent of the crotch closest to her vulva—that beloved, slightly pungent smell. I licked that part of the panties with abandon; it was still salty. At this moment, the girl's vulva was completely exposed to me. The dense, glossy, curly pubic hair at the base of her thighs and mons pubis, the labia majora and minora, and the flesh of her buttocks spread out below her vulva, all laid bare. The girl was completely naked, lying stiffly before me. Her breasts were held high. Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear. Would anyone know I was so close to a girl? I checked my watch; it was already 3:30. The rain outside had stopped briefly, but now it was drizzling again. The entire first floor was quiet.
I closed and locked the door, then returned to the girl's body. She lay there silently, without a word of complaint, my best companion. Her small breasts were held high, her head slightly tilted back, her eyes gazing at me peacefully… her mouth was still half-open, as if yearning for a passionate kiss. What an alluring expression. Being naked with me, she was so relaxed, as if she had never been so relaxed in her twenty years of life, and so intoxicated, as if she had never been so intoxicated as tonight. My beauty! I moved to her right side; her legs were spread apart, the girl lying naked, as if no part of her could bear the weight. Her skin was almost dazzlingly white, except for the dark pubic hair on her thighs and mons pubis.
She was truly without shyness now, having thrown away her girlish reserve, selflessly presenting herself to me—a man who had failed to save her, a complete stranger. I knew that in her life, except for tonight, she would never again so unreservedly and unashamedly display her beautiful body, and she would never show it to anyone else, except me. I pulled the girl's feet, spreading her legs a little wider to better display her genitals. Her legs were quite heavy. I took out my digital camera and video camera, taking countless photos from… every angle and at the closest distance. Okay, the photo-taking task is complete. My camera has 5 megapixels; you can see even the pores and tiny hairs clearly on the computer screen. I'll study it more closely later. Right now, there's something more important to do!
I bent down and buried my head in her pubic hair, taking a deep sniff, savoring it. It smelled of her L'Oréal perfume, but more than that, it had a unique animalistic scent characteristic of hair. I was completely captivated by that scent, along with a salty, slightly pungent smell—the odor of her genital sweat glands mixed with the smell of incontinent urine. I tried licking her pubic hair, but there was nothing particularly special about it. I placed her legs on my shoulders, feeling how heavy they were, with plenty of flesh on her thighs. They gripped my neck tightly. I pulled her towards the edge of the bed, and now my eyes, nose, and vulva were only 10 centimeters apart. I carefully examined her vulva; it was the first time I'd ever observed a real girl's vulva so closely. I could look closely, smell it carefully. The slightly raised pubic hair was glossy and curly, growing loosely in their respective directions. Not too much, not too little. Below were two fleshy labia majora; the labia minora could only be seen by separating the labia majora. I immediately saw the wet, oval-shaped opening about 6 centimeters long beneath the labia minora, pink inside, glistening slightly under the light. I pressed my face against the girl's vulva, feeling the stiff, fine pubic hair prickling my face, inhaling the scent and a salty, pungent aroma, a feeling of complete ecstasy washing over me. I tentatively licked the tender flesh of her vaginal opening with my lips, a salty, pungent taste surging into my tongue, stimulating my taste buds. I began to lick the sticky fluid inside her vagina with gusto, a feeling that seemed endless. I thought this girl must be experiencing this for the first time; if she were alive, she would be blissfully happy. I savored the scent of her vagina, felt the girl's slender, white thighs on either side of my neck and face, and longed to fall asleep like this, completely enjoying everything she could offer me.
Okay, I couldn't keep licking and smelling like this. I placed her legs on the edge of the bed, and before I knew it, her thighs slipped off the bed, her feet dangling off the edge. Her vulva was fully open, exposed before my eyes, her plump thighs spread out in the middle. I kissed the inside of her thighs and her soft belly. I stood up straight, staring blankly at the girl's already chilling naked body, still limp. I needed to finish quickly; if the body stiffened, it would be difficult to clean. I brought a basin of water and began wiping her face with a towel. Her half-open mouth opened and closed slightly as I wiped it, her upper and lower lips dragging her chin as they moved. I even cleaned her nose thoroughly with cotton swabs. I pulled her eyelids open and looked inside. Through her large, dark pupils, I saw no light; they were so empty. She contained everything, an expression of utter devotion, devoid of desire or expectation. There was no sorrow, no pain; all of that was irrelevant to her. She was willing to accompany me forever with her white flesh.
I lifted her upper body, and her head, as if losing its support, suddenly tilted back, her white chin pointing towards me. I straightened her head and placed it on my shoulder. Her mouth and nose were against my neck, and I rubbed my neck against her open mouth and upturned nose, a cool, itchy sensation, especially her cool nose, and her chapped upper lip rubbing against my neck, making me want to ejaculate again. Her small breasts were full and protruding, and I kneaded her soft breasts with my hands, pressing her pink nipples into them, but they seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me, unwilling to go in. Her hands hung down in front of her, her soft right hand occasionally and unintentionally bumping against my erect penis.
I placed her right hand between her vulva, using her limp fingers to scratch her clitoris and vaginal opening, letting the vaginal fluid coat her soft hand. I lifted her fingers, now covered in vaginal fluid, and sucked on them, enjoying the salty, fishy taste. Her upper arm hung down in front of her breasts… I gently rubbed her erect, slightly hard nipples with her arm. She stared at me blankly, completely unconcerned, letting my gaze linger. What a lovely girl!
After putting her down, I continued massaging her upper body. Her hands hung off the bed, and I placed her boneless, limp arms beside her head, elbows outstretched. Her armpits widened, merging with her breasts. I kissed the fine black hairs under her armpits; that familiar, animalistic scent, like her pubic hair, wafted into my nose, a faint sour, pungent smell mixed with perfume. I bit her open breast; the skin felt slightly firm. I used a towel to wipe her breasts and small nipples. Her breasts swayed back and forth as I wiped them, the nipples moving lazily. Then I wiped her delicate, slightly swollen belly. I sniffed her navel; there was no odor. Finally, I had to wipe the most important area—her vulva. I squeezed out some water and poured it over her vulva from top to bottom. The water flowed down her pubic hair, down her clitoris, urethra, and into her vagina. I rubbed her labia majora and minora with a dry towel, wiping away the soaked water. I lifted her heavy legs and wiped away the water that had accumulated under her buttocks. I licked her vaginal opening again; it was dry now, and the previous urine smell was gone. Below the vaginal opening was her anus. I had never seen a girl's anus before, especially the anus of such a beautiful girl. Now this girl was so relaxed and open, revealing everything so shamelessly to a man like me. The anus was relaxed; I could see a chrysanthemum-shaped opening. I easily slipped two fingers inside; it was slippery. I took them out and smelled them; there was a faint, unpleasant odor.
I positioned the girl's limbs and straightened her head. Her lifeless eyes stared aimlessly at the ceiling. I gently lowered her eyelids; her mouth was still half-open, as if yearning for something. Playfully, I spat into her mouth. The saliva slowly flowed down her tongue and into the depths of her oral cavity. I closed her mouth, considering it a small memento. I covered her with the sheet and left the examination room.

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