The Call of the Wild

Chapter 1: The Devil's Smile
He slowly pushed open the glass door and entered the shop.
What a clean sex shop! Spotless, without a trace of gloom.
He walked towards the counter, about to speak, when he suddenly froze. Behind the counter was a girl.
(Hehe, this is interesting!)
"Sir, what do you need?"
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"Ah…ah…"
His mother's body convulsed rhythmically with the man's movements. The man's hands frantically kneaded his mother's two large breasts, his mouth licking her cleavage, back and forth, incessantly. His lower body thrust harder, bringing his mother to an even greater climax. One black, one white body swayed, copulating, enjoying the ultimate pleasure.
He hid behind the door, watching his mother indifferently. He knew that the man wasn't his father.
Suddenly, his father entered. He, his mother, the man, and his father all froze. No…no, he shouldn’t have come back. Wasn’t he supposed to be working overtime?
He would never forget that day. His father’s face gradually turned blue, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol, ending the man’s life. His father grabbed his mother like a madman, choking her throat, brutally fucking her, harder and harder! He cried and screamed, trying to stop his father…
When he was seven, his father was sentenced to death for premeditated murder and attempted murder.
Until high school, he attended an all-boys school. He never came into contact with women. In private, he possessed countless Japanese AV magazines and almost all the AV lds of recent years. This was his secret world, his own. He lived a dark life in this unreal world, but he considered himself satisfied. He didn’t believe in real women.
(Those beasts!)
He was twenty-five years old, an electronics engineer at K Information Technology Company.
That day, he worked overtime until midnight, hurriedly left the company, and drove home. The rain came suddenly, blurring the view ahead. Suddenly, a hand reached out and stopped his car.
"Excuse me, there are no taxis this late, and it's raining so hard. Could you please give me a ride?"
A clear voice called out. He couldn't help but turn to look at the girl. She was so young, probably only eighteen. Her long hair reached her waist, and she had a delicate, attractive face. She wore a short-sleeved white dress, which clung tightly to her body after being soaked by the rain, appearing semi-transparent. Her bra was faintly visible, and the two small nipples in the center of the cups were clearly protruding, forming beautiful curves. The dress was paired with a short skirt, which was damp, clearly showing the inner thighs. Her white panties were also a little wet, and a black triangle was vaguely visible amidst the semi-transparency—quite sexy.
"Get in!"
"Thank you! Could you please take me to the T University dormitory?" The girl sat down in the seat next to him.
This was the first time he'd been so close to a real girl. He seemed to smell a different scent, one he'd never smelled before—so fragrant, so alluring.
(Is it the scent of a virgin?) Suddenly, he remembered a line from an adult film.
(No… I can't think about it! Women all lie! Only adult films are real!)
He struggled to suppress the beast within him, thinking of Ai Iijima, Mai Asakura, and Hitomi Shiraishi. (I must control my desires!)
A fence bound the beast, but it struggled fiercely.
"Are you working overtime?" A clear voice rang out, breaking through a corner of the fence, but the beast remained trapped. "
Hmm! You're home so late too?"
"I live in the dorm, it's fine!" He suddenly remembered the film 'Tokyo Female University Students' Nightlife,' and the dialogue between Kaori Tamura and the male lead in that adult film was exactly like that!
Another corner of the fence collapsed.
"You're soaked!"
"Yeah! That rain came out of nowhere, I didn't have time to react!" The girl smiled, "You'll need to take a nice hot shower when you get back!"
His mind conjured up images of her showering, water gently flowing over her cheeks, her slender white neck, her full breasts, her pert red nipples, her smooth belly, her cute little belly button, gathering into a small waterfall in her dark, mysterious area…
(No, don't say it!) The demon had already reached out halfway, about to possess his soul. He struggled, recalling his favorite AV actresses, their moans, their rises and falls, their rises and falls, (No, why am I getting more and more excited! Stop! Stop!)
The final blow.
The girl leaned closer, smiling sweetly at him, "Luckily, I met such a kind and handsome guy like you who was willing to take me home!"
He looked down, and the girl's neckline was right in front of his line of sight; the gap between her cleavage and bra was so narrow, no! So wide! No! Narrow! Wide! Narrow! His thoughts were in turmoil, his breathing became rapid, and his face gradually flushed red. His whole body trembled. No!
(That frankincense!)
The fence shattered, the beast was released, and the demon rampaged aimlessly within him!
He jerked the steering wheel, the car swerving and sliding to the left on the dark, deserted street, the girl being pulled onto him by the inertia. "What's going on?"
The car braked, and the girl on top of him sensed something was wrong. A hard object pressed against her chin; she looked up at him and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"
"No! I'm fine! But you're in trouble!"
The demon revealed an evil smile, and the girl couldn't help but shiver. "You…"
He suddenly grabbed the girl's shoulders and pressed her against the back of the seat. The movable car seat folded back, joining the back seat to form a huge ledge. The girl struggled, grabbing his arms with both hands, trying to push him away, her legs kicking and twisting desperately. But his strength was unexpected; straddling her lap, her struggles were utterly futile.
She screamed, but he remained unmoved. In the dead of night, no one would disturb them.
He suddenly gripped her hands, pressing them together with his left hand, making it impossible for her to break free. His right hand forcefully ripped open the bodice of her dress, revealing a white lace bra. He slipped his index finger between the bra and her cleavage, pulling downwards with force, and her beautiful, full breasts sprang out. Two red dots on the snow-white mounds resembled ripe cherries, tempting one to taste them. He let out a soft sigh, leaned down, and gently took her left breast into his mouth.
"No…don't do this!" Her scream turned into a pitiful plea, and tears welled in the girl's eyes.
There was no need to pay attention to her. His tongue, moistened with saliva, slowly circled around her areola, one circle, two circles… while his right hand vigorously kneaded her right breast. He clearly felt the small dot in the center of her areola rapidly harden, the nipple touching his teeth, and he became even more excited!
He pressed down on her half-naked body. The girl's hands and feet were still struggling, but only weakly. He sucked on her nipple, his infant instincts resurfacing; he sucked greedily, as if absorbing the girl's energy bit by bit. He released her hands and slid them down to her lower body, removing her torn dress. She sensed his intention and clutched her half-wet panties tightly, trying to hold onto her last line of defense. However, instead of trying to remove her last white garment, he took advantage of her grip, grabbing the sides of the panties and pulling them more forcefully towards her upper body.
"Stop...stop...no..." The pleas began to turn into moans, and the girl could no longer speak clearly.
The panties sank deep into her vulva, her labia majora gripping the white fabric tightly. A jolt of electricity coursed through her body, leaving her utterly powerless. The once-transparent panties, soaked by the rain, were now completely transparent, revealing her pink genitals clearly.
"Ahhh…"
the girl cried out. Her body felt like it was on fire, so hot!
His hands didn't stop; he continued pulling the panties down, slipping them over her hands and thighs through the opening on the same side. He continued pulling, each pull causing the girl to groan. Finally, he forcefully pulled the sides of the panties over her shoulders. To secure them, he stretched her arms upwards, making them straight. This created a narrow V-shape from her shoulders to her vulva. Her hands were gripped and pulled forward. With each pull, the bottom of the V-shape sank deeper into her vulva. Her labia majora closed again, the dark pubic hair once more concealing her opening. Clear liquid dripped from her vagina. The girl couldn't take it anymore; her snow-white thighs twisted restlessly back and forth, and her buttocks began to sway from side to side. The intense heat emanating from her body was so strong that even he, pressing down on her, could feel it.
"No...no, ah...ah..."
The devil wouldn't stop there. He gripped the two diagonal lines of her vulva, making them a straight line, and rubbed the inside of her vulva back and forth with both hands. The vaginal fluid had already gathered into a small river, wetting the front seat of the car. The girl's whole body began to writhe wildly, but she couldn't shake off the itching discomfort and desire. Fire burned throughout her body. He stopped sucking, lowered his head to her vulva, and began to lick her vaginal fluid. He licked it dry in no time, and the girl's pubic hair was covered with glistening beads of what he couldn't tell if it was sweat, saliva, or her vaginal fluid. He felt thirsty, and licking wasn't enough; it seemed her little hole—the source of that spring—wasn't yet dry. Without thinking, his tongue, like a giant snake, plunged forward into her secret cave. In and out, it instantly became even wetter. The sticky liquid had an indescribable deliciousness. He licked it vigorously, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"Mmm...mmm..." The girl moaned louder, her hands flailing unconsciously, grabbing the car door handle and gripping it tightly; without support, she wouldn't be able to bear it.
He seemed to have discovered that this spring was inexhaustible, and stopped licking. He gently parted her labia with his hands. A thick white line was wedged against her labia minora; he pulled it down. A green fruit was vaguely revealed before his eyes. He sat up, took off his suit and underwear, and held his long-awaited black pillar in front of the girl, waving it around.
"No!" The girl finally understood why people called it an ugly thing. It looked so ordinary in books, but now the real thing was swaying in front of her, so huge, so hideous—it was the embodiment of a demon, and this demon was about to enter her body through her tiny hole. How terrifying!
"Going in!"
He aimed his glans at the secret opening and slowly inserted it. Because of the girl's lubrication, he easily put the glans in. Just as the girl was resting, thinking he would enter gently, he thrust hard, inserting his entire huge penis, as if piercing through a thin membrane, all the way to the bottom.
"Ahhhhh!" The girl screamed in pain. The unexpected, sudden pain was unbearable, and tears streamed down her face.
A wave of pleasure surged from the tip of his penis, a very comfortable feeling. His penis also became hot. He pulled out halfway, then thrust in again, in and out, in and out, his penis already covered in the girl's first blood. The more he thrust, the more excited he became, and the girl's body swayed involuntarily up and down with his movements. "Ah~~ Ah~~ Hmm~~ Hmm~~ Ah~~~~" They both moaned softly at the same time, the fire burning ever more intensely, the pleasure rising higher and higher, his speed increasing, his voice gradually rising, "Ah!" In that instant, they both reached their climax simultaneously. He used the last of his strength to send his scalding liquid into the girl's womb, his body collapsing limply onto the girl's naked body. The black monster, however, seemed possessed by a demon, still relentlessly thrusting into the girl's forest.
"You, you demon!"
He looked up at the girl after her climax, her cheeks still flushed, her virgin blood staining the front seat of the car. The red offering had once again summoned the demon; before the sun rose, it was still a long night.
The demon's stage, the curtain fell.
(What a pity, such a beautiful girl!)
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The staff opened the church doors, preparing to clean up everything needed for the morning service, but were shocked. The Christ sculpture on the crucifix had shattered on the ground, and nailed to the cross was a naked female body. In the same pose as the original Christ statue, her arms were outstretched at either end of the cross, her beautiful face resting peacefully on her chest as if in a deep sleep. Her long hair cascaded down her erect breasts to her navel. Her legs were crossed, and between her thighs, in the thick pubic hair, small red droplets slowly dripped, forming a small, blood-red puddle on the ground. On her beautiful left breast, a strange "A" was stained with blood.
The staff stared, mouth agape, dumbfounded for three or four minutes before screaming like a pig being slaughtered and rushing out of the church to call the police.
"The deceased has been identified as a suspected victim of rape and murder, a second-year female student surnamed Li from T University. She went dancing with friends last night and disappeared overnight, only to be found dead this morning at the R Cathedral in the city. The cause of death is determined to be strangulation. Police..."
He reached out and turned off the radio, a faint smile playing on his lips. This was just the beginning!
Night quickly returned.
Needing what he needed, he turned into a dark alley and entered a brightly lit adult shop.
Surprisingly, a girl was working there. The dark allure
quietly took hold of his mind once more. He quietly observed her. She must be a part-time student! Her eyes were bright and clear, staring wide-eyed at people; she seemed quite cute. A sleeveless black dress clung tightly to her upper body, her breasts curvaceous and rising and falling gently with her breath. Underneath the dress, she wore a white low-cut t-shirt, the neckline so low it seemed one could even glimpse her black bra. Her waist perfectly complemented her bust, creating a beautiful curve. Unfortunately, her lower body was obscured by the counter, making it impossible to see clearly. "Sir, what would you like?" the girl greeted him warmly. There were no other customers in the shop besides him; a lonely girl working in such a place late at night—quite a bold girl. A smile played on his lips as he responded. "I want an aphrodisiac." "Uh!" The girl was taken aback, having never seen such a direct customer. "The kind that turns girls into sluts." "Oh!" The girl was momentarily stunned, slowly walking into the back room to retrieve a ladder. "We have them in our shop, but we keep them quite high up so the police won't come and check. Uh! Sir, you know, these are contraband." "Hey! How can a girl like you dare to work here so late at night?" "For the money! I come here to watch the shop with these bosses at night, from six to ten o'clock, and I get a thousand dollars!" "Why doesn't the boss watch the shop himself?" "He has other businesses to take care of!" The girl climbed the ladder with her back to him and reached into the high cabinet.

He gazed at her retreating figure, scrutinizing her entire body. Her shoulder-length black hair was tied into a large braid and draped over her shoulders, her delicate pink neck making one want to take a bite. The black dress seemed too small, revealing her figure perfectly; her snow-white thighs were faintly visible beneath the short hem. Lace panties were vaguely discernible, the black underwear adding an air of mystery to the black dress. Her calves were smooth and shapely, and her white socks and black shoes matched her outfit perfectly. This was a beautiful young woman!
"Aren't you afraid someone will harass you late at night?"
The girl turned back and smiled. "I keep several cans of pepper spray under the counter!"
"Oh!"
The girl turned back to look for something, and he suddenly leaned over and slipped his right hand under her skirt.
"Ah!" The girl screamed, her thighs instinctively clamping his hand together—a normal reaction.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Although his hand was trapped, his fingers had already touched her private parts, but only his index finger could move. He gently touched her labia through her panties, moving back and forth on the uneven lace.
(It really is lace!)
"No, don't do this, sir!"
The girl felt a tingling sensation, but she couldn't loosen her legs, and her upper body couldn't move freely either, so she could only remain in this position, trapped between his hands.
(This will arouse my sexual desire, no!) The girl cried out in her heart.
He ignored her and continued to caress her. Suddenly, he felt something on his fingertips—there was a slit in the center of her panties. It was erotic lingerie!
"You naughty little girl, you stole something from the store!"
"I...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to, that lace lingerie set was just too pretty, so I took it when the boss wasn't looking. I...I'll put it back right away! Really! Ah~~!"
His fingers slipped into the hole in her panties, gently tickling the edge of her vulva, causing her to involuntarily moan as she spoke.
"Ah...ah...please stop, take all the money here, I won't...ah...I won't tell anyone."
The girl gripped the counter tightly with both hands, her legs almost giving way.
He reached for the cash register with his other hand, but didn't touch the money. He pressed a button next to the cash register, and the store's iron door slowly lowered.
The girl panicked even more. "M-Mr. Please...ah...please let go! This...this will make me..."
"Fine! But how can I pull my hand out if you don't let go of my legs?!" He revealed a sinister smile.
The naive girl, without a second thought, relaxed her legs, allowing his hands free rein. He, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass, his entire palm touching her intimate area.
"Ahhhhhh!" Caught off guard, the girl couldn't withstand it; her legs went weak, and her body slid down. Her hands tried to grab something, but only swept the goods off the counter.
He released her, stepped over the counter, pulled the girl up, and hugged her tightly. He pulled down the zipper of her dress from behind. Then, he loosened the straps, and the entire dress slid down to her feet. The girl twisted sharply, breaking free of his grasp, and ran into the store. He didn't rush to chase her, instead quietly admiring her. The girl was only wearing underwear and a thin t-shirt, the length of which barely covered her panties. Her fair thighs were completely exposed. Especially as she ran, the black lace panties at the base of her thighs were also visible. It wasn't just lace trim; the entire garment was lace. Between the openwork patterns and the seam in the center of the panties, her labia were faintly visible, incredibly sexy.
He slowly walked past the display shelves, the girl cornered with nowhere to run—after all, it was just a small shop. As if catching sight of something out of the corner of his eye, he stopped, picked up a few items, and then walked back to her. The girl cowered in the corner, trembling, fear etched on her face.
"Please...please don't...don't come any closer, okay?"
He still moved forward. The girl tried to escape, but he suddenly tackled her to the ground, flipped her over, and handcuffed her hands behind her back with the handcuffs he had just grabbed. He then removed her shoes and socks, locking her feet as well. Now she couldn't escape.
He pulled her t-shirt from the neckline down to her chest, revealing her firm breasts and black bra. He placed his hand on her bra, gently kneading it. The girl twisted her chest in distress, her breasts becoming firmer, and two small, round nipples protruding from the center. He took out a small knife and slashed the center of her bra, causing it to spring open to the sides. Her freed breasts and nipples trembled slightly, emitting an eerie glow. He couldn't help but bend down and lick them. His wet tongue glided over the deep cleavage and protruding nipples, and the girl's body involuntarily arched upwards, allowing him to take her entire breast into his mouth, coating it with his saliva. Suddenly, he spat her breasts out, gripping her mounds tightly with both hands, slowly squeezing her bluish-red nipples between two fingers. Caught off guard, she cried out loudly,
"Ahhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts so much, stop…"
The nipples quickly became engorged with blood, turning a bright red. The girl struggled to roll over, breaking free from his grasp, and moved outwards. With her hands and feet bound, she could only writhe like a snake, moving forward slowly. Her full, firm breasts, pressed against the ground, radiated an alluring glow.
He lunged forward again, flipping the girl's body back over. He took out two large clamps and pinched her two bright red nipples, inflicting painful pleasure on her.
"Mmm~~~~Mmm~~~~" The girl's expression was no longer discernible as to whether she was enduring pain or enjoying it. Whether it was a desperate sob or extreme pleasure, tears streamed down her cheeks.
His gaze shifted to the girl's lower body, pulling her panties down to her knees. He parted her bushy mounds with his hands. A dazzling pearl was set in the center of her pink vulva, and a stream of fluid seeped out from the side, staining the forest with a silvery sheen.
"You're already so wet! You're such a slut."
He released her and walked back to the display shelf to look for something. "Let's see what treasures you have in your shop!"
The girl stared at him wide-eyed as he returned. "No, don't use that."
He held a thin iron rod with a small wire connected to a remote control. At the end of the rod was a shiny, smooth, silver-white iron ball. He pressed a switch, and the ball began to spin rapidly. "I'm going to put this thing in your most obscene place! What do you say?"
"No... Ahhhhhh!" He pulled hard on the two large clamps, and the girl cried out in pain.
"Hmm! You don't have any objections either!"
He turned off the switch and slowly inserted the iron ball into that mysterious delta, lowering it from the top of the canyon. The iron rod went in as if there was no bottom, until it was almost completely submerged before she felt it hitting something. "Then..." He pressed the switch, and a "squeak, squeak, squeak" mechanical rotating sound came from the crevice.
"Ah... Ah... No, I can't take it!"
A pleasurable sensation came from her clitoris, and her legs involuntarily clenched, twisting painfully. Consciousness was gradually fading, and she uttered meaningless moans. Her desire was ignited. Her labia slowly swallowed the small machine. The machine spun rapidly, emitting intense heat; it felt like fire was burning inside her vagina, as it throbbed incessantly. A stream of translucent fluid gushed out like a flood, soaking her inner thighs.
"Ah... oh... oh..."
He forcefully pulled the small ball out. "Ah!" She seemed liberated. The small iron ball continued to spin, spraying the fluids clinging to it all over them. He leaned over to look at her vulva; her labia opened and closed like a fledgling bird that hadn't had enough to eat, the vaginal opening twisted into a strange, contorted shape, fluids still flowing out. He didn't give her any chance to catch her breath, pulling the huge thing out of his suit trousers. The dark, shiny shaft was already hard and erect.
"No, no!" The girl's tear-filled, red eyes showed rejection, but he still forcefully thrust into her vagina. The previous climax hadn't subsided, and the unbearable excitement surged again. The girl opened her mouth and cried out loudly. Although she said she didn't want to, her body went against her heart, happily responding to the man.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~~!" Her body couldn't control itself, repeatedly thrusting upwards to achieve even greater pleasure. And the man didn't disappoint her expectations, his dragon penetrating straight to the deepest part of her secret place. The girl's mind was already hazy, her energy being relentlessly drained by the man.
"Ahhh...no...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!"
Hearing such lewd words, his attacks intensified, her buttocks clamping tightly around him, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper. A series of explosive sensations shot through her clitoris, and the girl felt like she was melting. Her vaginal walls spasmed, receiving the hot, turbid liquid. Both of them ejaculated simultaneously, the glistening liquid a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen, making their joined genitals even wetter.
The damp pubic hair gleamed. He lay panting on her beautiful naked body, and the two gradually calmed down.
"It's that time again, I really don't want to ruin God's beautiful masterpiece!"
"You...what are you going to do?" the girl gasped, still not fully recovered. The man's hand had already quietly tightened around her throat.
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The shop owner opened the iron gate, the scene before him startling him, then turning to fury. The shop was ransacked, and it seemed many things were missing.
"Was it burgled?"
(I shouldn't have hired a student; she must have left the door open!)
"Huh!" The inflatable doll display wasn't missing; in fact, it seemed like there was an extra one. He rummaged through a pile of large dolls, and underneath lay the female student who worked there. Her naked body was flushed, her hands and feet cuffed. A large "B" was branded on her pale belly; she had been dead for a long time. The shocked shop owner stood there for several minutes before realizing how serious a 'murder case' he was facing. This wouldn't do; the shop had many contraband items. Just as he was dragging the body out of the shop to dispose of it, bad luck smiled upon him; two patrol officers passed by.
"This method is very similar to the previous rape and murder case of a female student from T University. The police suspect it was committed by the same killer. The victim was a fourth-year student surnamed Chen from S Vocational School. She worked the night shift at a sex shop in Z. Last night, she was raped by a thug and then strangled to death. The shop owner was charged by the police as a suspect, but he claimed to be unaware of the crime. This case is currently being
handled by..." And he is now targeting his next victim.
In the third episode, "The Fall of the Angel ,
" Xiaoli opened the door to the dressing room and took off her casual clothes.
Looking at her naked body in the dressing mirror, she saw a beautiful figure. Her large, dark eyes and long, shiny hair made her the object of most boys' desires. Her neck was beautiful, with a snow-white appearance. Her breasts weren't very large, unlike the busty women on TV, but her overall figure was very well-proportioned. A slender waist, smooth thighs, and full hips formed a beautiful curve from her neck to her feet. Her calves and feet were fair and delicate, a masterpiece of God, an incarnation of an angel.
Gazing at the angelic uniform, she felt a surge of pride. Her twenty-three-year-old dream had finally come true. To humanity, nurses truly were angels in white, saints who brought salvation.
"Alright! It's a new day! Let's get to work!" Xiaoli was always so cheerful, her energetic voice inspiring her colleagues. She changed into her pristine white uniform and began her busy day.
"Water! Miss!" Patients whistled, and Xiaoli responded with a smile. This was understandable; their hospital uniforms were different from others—tight-fitting, perfectly showcasing the nurses' figures. The V-neck top and short white mini-skirt attracted countless male gazes, while the semi-transparent stockings aroused endless fantasies. And because it was Xiaoli, the hospital's beauty queen, wearing it, it only fueled the men's desire to see more. The brilliance lies in this: no matter how the men look, they can't see it. It's the designer's ingenuity—the low-cut neckline and short skirt perfectly conceal what men find most alluring. This attracts patients to the hospital while simultaneously protecting the nurses.
"So busy, so busy!" she exclaimed, enthusiastically helping patients until the afternoon. Many patients, young and old, liked her, which was one reason she was considered the hospital's most beautiful woman.
After lunch, she hurried towards the blood bank with two bags of plasma. Suddenly, a tall, dark-skinned man rushed out, knocking over the blood bags and spilling blood all over her, staining her once-white uniform red. "This is terrible!" She turned to see the man running away from the hospital without looking back. "Waaaaah… what do I do!" She was on the verge of tears. She had never encountered such a situation before; covered in blood, unable to move, and the blood spilled! She stood there, helpless.
The head nurse, who happened to be nearby, quickly came to her aid! "I'll tidy up here. You go take a shower and change your clothes." The
fact that the nurses' break room has a changing room and bathroom is a feature of this hospital. She hurried back to the changing room, took off her clothes, and ran into the bathroom to shower.
The water flowed over her hair and body. Droplets of water splashed onto her breasts, creating a tingling sensation. She couldn't help but grasp her breasts with both hands and gently began to caress them. At first, she just slowly pinched them with her fingers, and gradually her breasts began to feel comfortable. She started to rub them with her hands, and the areolas darkened, slowly causing her breasts to stand erect. She couldn't stop; she began to clench her fists and rub them hard.
(Ah! This won't do!)
As a nurse, Xiaoli knew that masturbation was wrong, especially in a public place like this. But…
(It should be okay now that no one's around… Ah! What am I thinking?!)
She turned the cold water on full blast, trying to suppress the urge. But the cold water droplets quickly warmed her smooth skin, and her hands could no longer stop moving; her breathing became rapid. Her mind was completely blank, utterly incapable of thought. Now her body was completely under the control of her autonomic nervous system.
(Ah! So comfortable!)
Her left hand left the caressing mounds and gradually explored downwards, stopping at the triangular dark forest. Her index finger and thumb gently parted the labia, then her middle finger inserted to explore. There was a small crescent-shaped object, already covered in a wet, sticky liquid. Feeling this moisture, she could no longer resist and forcefully thrust her middle finger into the crevice. Her right hand could no longer control her burning red breasts; she simply raised her round little buttocks, leaned against the wall, and used her right hand to support her buttocks, allowing her left hand to freely enter and exit the forbidden area. Her breasts rubbed vigorously against the wall, and she involuntarily cried out.
"Ah~~~~ Ah~~~~ Ah~~~~"
Her strength slowly drained away, and with a "splash," thick, sticky fluid spurted from her lips. She sat down weakly, panting. The cold water finally took effect. She quickly calmed down and washed the area where the fluid had just flowed.
Suddenly, she felt a gaze upon her. She quickly opened the bathroom door to look, but no one was outside.
"Huh! My clothes!"
Her old clothes, which she had just changed out of, had been ransacked by someone, making it clear that someone had spied on her while she showered and masturbated! Her underwear was gone.
While masturbation is something most people have experience with, in a hospital, especially during working hours, this could cause a huge scandal.
"Who could it be?" she almost cried. With a heavy heart, she changed into her new nurse's uniform. But she didn't wear a bra; she hadn't brought an extra set. (Who would bring extra underwear to work?!) But that didn't matter now. Xiaoli was preoccupied with wondering who the voyeur was.
(Was it the head nurse? Or the laundry worker?) She figured she was fairly popular; if she found the person, she could ask them for help.
Thinking this, she left the changing room.
"Oh, oh, oh..." A group of male patients started making a fuss. Xiaoli wasn't wearing a bra, so her breasts were naturally prominent, adding a touch of liberated beauty to her appearance. With a faint blush on her face after the climax, Xiaoli looked even more charming and alluring. Even the doctor was almost mesmerized, lamenting that such a beauty wasn't his.
Xiaoli ignored them, her usual sweet smile still on her lips, but she was troubled all afternoon by not being able to find out who it was.
"Clang!" It was five o'clock, time to get off work. Xiaoli walked back to the changing room, her mind heavy with worry. To her surprise, the casual clothes she had worn to work that morning were also missing. She searched anxiously, asking her colleagues, but to no avail. This meant she would have to go home in her nurse's uniform. A sudden chill ran through her, a sense of foreboding rising within her. She hurriedly hailed a taxi, rushed to the train station to catch the commuter tram, her only thought being to get home as soon as possible.
The crowds of people leaving work were overwhelming; the entire commuter tram was packed to the brim. Xiaoli was squeezed into a corner, unable to move, almost unable to breathe.
Suddenly, she felt something wriggling in her chest. It was a hand. A large hand reached from the gap at her waist towards her breasts, abruptly grasping her left breast.
(How could this be!) It was sexual harassment. She'd only ever heard about it in magazines, never imagined it would happen to her. Now she couldn't move at all, what should she do!
Xiaoli twisted her body with all her might, trying to shake off the hand. She turned 180 degrees, facing the corner of the car window, but the hand still wouldn't let go, and began to move, its fingertips gently digging into her nipple—Xiaoli's most sensitive part. Xiaoli's body quickly recalled the feeling from that afternoon, and her breasts gradually hardened.
(This can't be!... Right, I can scream!)
Xiaoli had just opened her mouth when another hand reached out from behind and covered her mouth. Xiaoli felt someone leaning in from behind. The man played with Xiaoli's nipple with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and pressed his body tightly against Xiaoli from behind. Xiaoli could even feel the man's physical changes.
His hand played with her breasts, making them perk up. Then it slowly moved down, gently caressing Xiaoli's smooth abdomen, right where her erogenous zones were. A blush rose on Xiaoli's face, but she knew it wasn't shyness. The
wicked hand continued its exploration, reaching the mysterious Bermuda Triangle. It played wantonly on the raised ridges and beside the deep trenches. His middle finger slightly lifted, shallowly inserting into the crevice, stirring and stimulating Xiaoli.
(Damn it! No!) This is a public place; he shouldn't do anything.
A voice cried out for help. "Attention passengers, Taipei Station! Taipei Station! You need to get off..."
(Great! If there are fewer people, I'm saved!) Just as this thought crossed her mind, a strange fragrance wafted into her nose.
(Smells so good!) Xiaoli only had time to react before she lost consciousness.
Aphrodisiac!
*** *** *** *** *** ***
"Excuse me! Someone's fainted!"
Meixue looked towards the person who spoke; a young man was helping a young nurse hurriedly off the train. The nurse was asleep, motionless.
This was understandable; these commuter trains were packed like sardines, and people fainted every day. Damn the railway bureau.
(No time to curse the government!) Meixue gathered her thoughts and recalled the case.
The female student raped and murdered two days ago, and the discovery of the female corpse today, had already caused a huge uproar. The media was reporting on it extensively, urging the police to solve the case quickly. As a senior female police officer, Meixue felt both duty-bound and deep hatred for these inhumane individuals! She volunteered to investigate the case.
"The two victims had no connection whatsoever, except for long hair and beauty. They also had letters left on their bodies by the killer: one was 'a' and the other 'b'. This is a cold case. Perhaps tomorrow a victim 'c' will appear.
(I must arrest you myself!) Miyuki silently vowed.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Xiaoli slowly opened her eyes, finding herself in an unfamiliar room. She was lying on a very large bed.
'Ah!' Startled, Xiaoli discovered that her limbs were tightly chained, the chains fixed to the four corners of the bed, binding her in a large 'X' shape.
Fortunately, her clothes were still on.
(What happened?) Her memory only went as far as being sexually harassed by a pervert. (Could it be him…?)
'Eek!' A door opened, and a tall figure walked in.
Wait! Isn't that my lost casual clothes and underwear in his hand?"
Xiaoli felt a surge of fear. This man…
“You…”
The man smiled, tossed her clothes aside, and leaned down to whisper, “Hi! Cute C!”
(?) Her emotions were complex, a mixture of fear, confusion, and…
staring at the man’s gaze. (What was he looking at?)
“Ah!” As if suddenly remembering something, she tried to pull her legs together, but the chains prevented her from doing so, forcing her legs into a bent-over shape. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Unable to conceal the allure between her legs, her private parts were completely exposed to the man’s gaze.
“No!”
The man ignored her protests and continued to admire her beautiful body. He lifted her white, tight-fitting short skirt, revealing everything below her navel. Her snow-white abdomen, slender white thighs, and her cute private parts.
She was still a virgin, and being looked at like this by a man filled her with unbearable shame. Like a virgin, she kept twisting her thighs, trying to cover herself. But it was futile; the movement of her pale thighs only made her more alluring.
The man reached to the bedside and pressed a button, causing the center of the bed to gradually bulge.
The bed bulged quickly! Her body arched upwards with the bed, but the chains tightly bound her limbs, making her into a large, upward-pointing X shape.
In this position, her breasts and nipples protruded high, her body tense, preventing her thighs from moving freely, and her shameful genitals were completely exposed.
(Ah! How shameless!) Xiaoli was already blushing crimson.
"Snap!" The man's hands ripped open Xiaoli's top, her breasts forcefully thrusting out.
His large hands vigorously kneaded her breasts; she would never forget this feeling—it was from the pervert on the tram. Her breasts were kneaded until they were red and swollen, while the man continued to move, forcing her nipples to become erect for the third time.
"Mmmmmm~~~~ No!"
"Look at this!" The man produced a small device from somewhere—a small battery connected to two wires, each with a small gold foil piece attached to one end.
"Here!" The man placed the two gold foil pieces on her breasts. Instant heat and a tingling current coursed through her body.
"No...don't...it hurts...ahhhhhhh!"
The stimulating current passed, and after the pain came unbearable pleasure. She felt that shameful area gradually becoming wet.
"It's not over yet!" He pulled down all of Xiaoli's clothes
, revealing her beautiful figure completely to him. Her smooth, elastic belly and cute navel attracted his gaze. The two gold foil pieces were used again, sticking
to her belly and the tip of her cleft.
"Ah ... Xiaoli knew from a young age that her body was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, more sensitive than most girls. The area between her lower abdomen and knees was her most sensitive erogenous zone; a single touch would ignite the volcano. "You…" The man was quite surprised. There were women like this?! He bent down to examine Xiaoli's vulva more closely. Xiaoli's body was tense; even with all her might, she couldn't move, forced to endure the man's gaze. Fine, slightly curled pubic hair covered the pink mounds. The center shimmered with a beautiful sheen. "So shameful… don't… look… ugh…" Xiaoli's already flushed face turned even redder. The discomfort of being unable to move her body weighed heavily on Xiaoli, but she could only pray. The man smiled, his tongue, like a deft tongue, slipping into the center of her flower. "Ahhh..." The sudden stimulation caused Xiaoli's body to respond immediately. The walls of her vagina contracted sharply inward, and her vaginal fluids secreted rapidly, awaiting the next move. The muscles on her thighs and lower abdomen also suddenly tensed. The man seemed to have discovered a treasure, his tongue moving with pleasure. Avoiding the mons pubis, his tongue licked a large patch of barren land on her thighs and groin. The sweet spring seeped in even faster, instantly filling the small pool. His tongue involuntarily sipped the honeyed juice , an indescribable taste flooding his mouth, resonating in a certain part of his body. "Ah ... " Ah ... Both lay weakly on the bed, panting. "Why...why?" *** *** *** *** *** *** For no reason. Xiaoli's bright eyes would never sparkle again. In her eternal sleep, she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Her hands rested flat on her bare chest, her fair body naked beside the Virgin Mary statue in the hospital, like a beautiful sculpture. Until the laundryman in the hospital discovered her and the "C" surrounding her beautiful navel. *** *** *** *** *** *** He was different from those deranged killers; the devil was rational. The devil's wish was to bring down that beautiful angel. The beautiful angel in white. The next goal: to dance with the goddess. My dear godness… Episode 4: The Goddess's Banquet "Ding~~Ding~~Ding~~", the morning bell rang, and Jieling knelt before the altar, quietly praying. Her long eyelashes trembled gently on her fair, oval face. The warm morning light filtered silently through the Baroque stained-glass windows, bathing her in its glow. She truly seemed like a holy goddess, praying for humanity. In the eyes of her fellow parishioners, nineteen-year-old Sister Jieling was undoubtedly a goddess of the modern world. Her refined manners, her ocean-like gentleness, her elegant face, and that unintentional smile always captivated hearts effortlessly. Men loved listening to Jieling's soft voice during confessions; women enjoyed chatting with her; even the neighborhood children said they wanted the nun who sang hymns as their future bride. In the community, even the most unruly delinquents would often blush silently in Jieling's presence. However, amidst the admiration, everyone shared a regret: why would such a good girl abandon worldly life and dedicate herself to the priesthood at the tender age of nineteen? Jieling was originally a wealthy young lady. When her mother was seriously ill as a child, she made a wish to the Virgin Mary. Later, her mother miraculously recovered. To fulfill her promise, she resolutely dropped out of school after being accepted into her first-choice university and entered the clergy. Actually, for Jieling, being born into a wealthy family made her indifferent to worldly riches. However, accompanying her mother in the hospital made her acutely aware of the sorrow and impermanence of life. Rather than living a muddled life in the secular world, she felt it was better to help others and do something truly meaningful. This was a major reason why she became a clergy member. This thought filled Jieling with hope for each tomorrow. If there was any regret in her heart, it was probably the fact that she had never been in a relationship. After finishing her prayers, Jieling habitually brushed the dust off her clothes and stood up. "Time to get to work." Jieling always got up early; it was only six o'clock, and the priest hadn't arrived yet, so she had to clean the church first. Just as she was about to grab the cleaning supplies, she saw a figure dart into the confessional like a wisp of smoke. She couldn't make out the details, but it seemed to be the back of a young man. "So early!" Jie Ling shook her head with a wry smile. But someone coming to confess so early must be quite troubled! She couldn't just ignore it. Pulling herself together, Jie Ling put away her smile and entered the other confessional. Normally, listening to confessions was the priest's job, but the parishioners loved hearing Jie Ling's voice, so the priests made an exception and let her perform this sacred and solemn task—a characteristic that Fangji Church was famous for. Sitting in the confessional, Jie Ling took a deep breath. A faint, inexplicable fragrance wafted into her nose. "It smells so good. What flower is it?" As a nun, she couldn't wear perfume. While trying to recall what flower it was, she suddenly remembered her duty and quickly pulled herself together, asking, "Fellow parishioner, is there anything you wish to tell the Lord?" "Sister, I have sinned."

"Everyone is born with sin in this world. What's important is whether you have a heart that believes in the Lord, so that you can be saved on the Last Judgment Day."
"Heh...heh..." She wasn't sure if she'd misheard, but a series of mocking laughs seemed to drift through the window, making Jieling slightly uneasy.
"Is something bothering you?"
"Oh! Sister, I can't control myself. Whenever I think about how much hypocrisy and evil there is in this world, I feel a strong urge to kill those around me. If I killed them all, would the Lord acknowledge my merit and praise me?"
Even as a clergy member, dealing with this kind of parishioner is a headache. In the modern urban jungle, everyone bears excessive pressure, making everyone carry a psychological bomb that could explode at any moment. "Should I hand this over to a professional doctor?" This thought arose in Jieling's mind, but her nun's habit reminded her of her duty.
"That's not how it's done. The Lord taught us that life is precious, and no one has the right to end another's life. The power to end life lies solely with life itself."
"But wouldn't the Lord praise us for cleaning out the pests who don't believe in the truth?" "
That's an incorrect medieval saying, not the Lord's intention. The Bible also teaches us to love this world with a broad heart."
Perhaps stunned by Jie Ling's words, the other person was speechless for a moment. But Jie Ling, perhaps too focused, felt a little dizzy.
"Sister." "Hmm!"
"Do you think it's okay to arbitrarily take back what you've given away?"
"Gifts given represent your blessings and expectations. Taking back what you've given represents your self-denial."
"So that means it's not okay!" "Yes."
Overall, the person asking the question seemed disorganized, indicating their thoughts weren't very clear. And for a clergy member, Jie Ling's words were surprisingly sharp. If she hadn't dedicated herself to the clergy, she might have pursued a legal career, enjoying high expectations from all sides!
"You said that what is given away cannot be taken back; and you said that God encourages us to love life."
"Yes."
"If that's the case, then why did God destroy humanity?"
"Wh...what..."
"Isn't it? In the story of Noah's Ark, it wasn't the devil who brought the great flood to destroy humanity, but God. If God truly taught humanity to respect life, then what is this act of annihilating all life in one fell swoop? Because humanity ate the forbidden fruit, God considered humanity sinful, drove them out of the Garden of Eden, and then arbitrarily sent a flood to exterminate them."
"That...that kind of thing..."
"The devil's only thought was to tempt humanity; while God wanted to destroy humanity. So, in that sense, the one more friendly to humanity is actually the devil?"
Jieling felt a tremor deep within her body, a profound sense of fear washing over her. The other person wasn't mentally ill; otherwise, they couldn't have stated these irrefutable facts in such a calm tone. Even more terrifying was the absence of the fanatical euphoria one might expect from someone who revels in their own words. Instead, his voice held only contemptuous mockery and a chilling coldness that made even ice and snow hesitate.
This meant that the person behind the scenes wasn't a fanatical follower of other sects blindly attacking others, but a dangerous individual who questioned all existing beliefs. Given the chance, he would wipe out the entire world. Jieling trembled uncontrollably. She had never imagined that someone's tone and words could be so icy. "He doesn't need to confess..." From beginning to end, he was simply playing a self-centered game, a cat-and-mouse game. Would such a dangerous person be content with merely toying with his prey? Or...? The thought intensified Jieling's dizziness.
"You say the power to end life lies with life itself. But the number of lives ended by humans is countless, and even among humans, we are constantly killing each other. Countless refugees are dying, countless tragedies are unfolding. When these things happen, where is God? If God truly exists, why does He remain indifferent?"
"The only way to escape is now." Barely suppressing the dizziness, Jie Ling tried to flee, but the faint fragrance grew stronger.
This was her last sensation.
Aphrodisiac incense.
Jie Ling, unconscious in her chair, had cheeks flushed from the blood, and her beautiful breasts, beneath her uniform, rose and fell with her breath. Her originally exquisite beauty, under the gentle caress of the god of sleep, possessed an even more noble and pure quality, all of which he inevitably witnessed.
"Ultimately, God doesn't exist. Otherwise, why doesn't He appear to save His faithful followers when they are about to suffer disaster?" He only said this much, but the true accusation in his heart was left unsaid. If God is truly omnipotent, why did his mother do such a thing? Why did his father suffer such a fate? If God truly exists, where was He when each victim writhed and screamed beneath him?
He didn't know the answers to these questions, and no one could answer him. So he could only continue searching in this repetitive process.
He hoisted the girl's delicate body onto his shoulder and strode out the door. The statue of Mary behind him remained silent, and so did he.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
"Regarding the recent case of the cold-blooded killer, the Director of the Police Agency stated today, under intense questioning from legislators, that he has sufficient evidence and is confident that he can solve the case within the time limit..."
"Confident, is that it? Ha... impressive, then let me see." Unlike some blind criminals, he wouldn't panic because of fear and suspicion. Crimes orchestrated by the devil become works of art.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
Jie Ling slowly awoke to complete darkness. Remembering her moments before losing consciousness, she almost cried out. Fortunately, her clothes were still intact, meaning she hadn't been…
However, the situation wasn't much better. Behind her, dozens of iron chains were intricately intertwined into a giant net, and her hands and feet were bound in a spread-eagle position, resembling a butterfly caught in a spider's web. There was no light source, only deathly silence.
"Crack~~~~" The door opened; judging from the sound, it was a heavy metal door. The chill she felt and the damp, musty smell indicated she was in a basement.
Despite her predicament, Jie Ling didn't give up, diligently gathering information, hoping to find a way to escape.
"Oh!" Without warning, a cool hand brushed aside the cloud-like black hair by her ear and began to gently stroke her cheek.
"You're awake! Why didn't you make a sound? My lovely daughter." These words triggered Jie Ling's memory; she remembered the headlines in the social news section these past few days. The worst-case scenario had now become reality. The thought of facing this cold-blooded killer made Jie Ling groan involuntarily.
"Why me?"
The other person didn't answer, but the hand began to move down, brushing over her neck, shoulders, and armpits, caressing every part of her upper body, confirming the graceful figure beneath the nun's uniform. Jie Ling blushed, twisting her waist to avoid the hand, but as if mocking her, the hand began to climb up her high breasts, making circular motions on her breasts through the fabric of the uniform, the movements precise and skillful, playing with the virgin's breasts with varying degrees of pressure, the circles large and small, finally gently pinching the nipples.
"No...don't..." Waves of mild desire began to wash over Jie Ling. Like all virgins, she twisted her body and struggled desperately, her face flushed red.
"Why struggle in vain?" With that, she pinched hard between two fingers, pulling her nipple upwards.
"Ugh..." A sharp pain shot through her brain; even through her clothes, it brought tears to Jie Ling's eyes. However, along with the pain, an unprecedented pleasure surged through her nerves. "
No...please stop...oh!" Before she could finish, restless hands had already slipped inside her neckline, flipped open her lace bra, and were directly kneading her breasts. The intense pain transformed into intense pleasure, causing Jie Ling's reason to falter, while her body responded with unwavering physiological response. Unable to withstand the continuous stimulation, Jie Ling's breasts gradually hardened, and she began to pant.
"Ugh...ah...no, I can't take it anymore!" This pampered young lady, who had never even had a kiss before, was utterly powerless against this invasion. The education she had received filled Jieling with shame, but what made her even more bewildered was that her private parts were slowly becoming wet.
"Ah... what's wrong with my body... why..." Her last shred of reason made Jieling desperately try to tighten her body, her thighs straining to close, but her hands and feet were already restrained and locked, preventing her from succeeding.
"Can you feel it? Not bad. We should be able to go another step."
With a tearing sound, Jieling's robe was ripped in two. Unfastening her lace bra, her full, erect breasts, like red plum blossoms in the snow, trembled gently. They weren't particularly large, but their beautiful shape was captivating. Her small, cherry-blossom-colored nipples bore faint traces of bruising, the marks of the force she had just exerted. Then came her white, lace-trimmed panties. Because her legs were restrained, they were difficult to remove, so he simply ripped them apart. When the last piece of clothing became fragments on the ground, Jieling's fair, translucent skin was exposed to the air. The cool air touched her smooth skin, and Jie Ling shivered, making every hair on her body stand on end.
He turned on the light and quietly admired this near-perfect work of art. Jie Ling was rather petite, and with her naturally doll-like face, she didn't look nineteen at first glance. She usually wore loose robes and was often mistaken for a middle school student. But the naked body before him was definitely that of a well-developed young woman. A delicate curve of her neck, small but firm breasts, a shapely waist, long, sculpted legs, and a shapely, firm bottom—it was a beautiful body, mature yet retaining a youthful charm.
"Truly a masterpiece of God."
He lifted her beautifully shaped face and kissed her. Caught off guard, she frowned, turning her face away like a startled bird, trying to escape.
"Still trying to escape? No problem, I'll smash your teeth first, then see where you can run to."
*Slap!* To prove he wasn't lying, a powerful slap landed mercilessly on her fair face, shattering the girl's defenses. Two glistening tears slid down her cheeks, a sob escaped her throat, and she knew she could no longer resist, so she could only obediently press her lips against hers.
He parted her teeth, skillfully teasing her smooth, fragrant tongue, greedily plucking the nectar from her mouth. He left kisses along her lips, scattering them on her slightly swollen cheeks, then gently bit her left earlobe. Jie Ling felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure coursing through her spine…
"So cute! I want to devour them."
His hands lingered again between her soft breasts, his index and middle fingers teasing her erect nipples, then his palms covering and caressing them. His lips slid from her earlobe to her neck, then kissed her breasts, burying his head in her cleavage, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her virgin breasts, gently sucking on her nipples and rubbing them with his fingers. His wet tongue licked her cleavage, sucking on her grape-like nipples, making soft "cheep! cheep!" sounds.
Unable to resist the repeated stimulation, Jie Ling arched her back, unconsciously thrusting her chest forward, craving this indescribable sensation.
Noticing Jie Ling's reaction, he chuckled, then abruptly lowered his hand, reaching into the girl's mysterious virgin territory. Just as he had expected, her lips were already overflowing with warm, moist nectar.
He bent down, carefully observing the girl's vulva. Its beautiful shape resembled a blooming peony, its lovely red petals glistening with translucent dewdrops, appearing moist. Under his burning gaze, the overflowing dewdrops slid down the petals.
"No…don't put it there…" Intense shame brought Jie Ling back to her senses. Her most intimate place had been violated by a strange man, making her feel utterly ashamed.
"You're already so wet, what are you trying to do, act all innocent?"
Completely ignoring Jie Ling's cries, he slowly inserted his fingers into her secret place, gently thrusting in and out. Tragically, though she rationally tried to resist, a large amount of nectar quickly gushed out, instantly soaking his palm. Under the intense stimulation, Jie Ling's skin turned a cherry-red, delicate and alluring, her soft moans indistinguishable between pain and pleasure.
He grasped the petals on both sides, pulling them apart to reveal the fragrant stamen. Then he brought his lips to hers, making sucking sounds, and extended his tongue, carefully tracing the petals. At the tip, there were faint pearls; he found the sensitive spot and gently licked the pearls.
"Ah~~~~~~" Jie Ling involuntarily tilted her head back, her cloud-like black hair dancing in the dim light. Soon, her whole body stiffened, her flushed body glistening with sweat. After a tremor, a rich liquid gushed from the depths of her flower lips again. She dodged quickly, otherwise she might have been sprayed all over her face. She pulled her lips away from her nectar, a sticky band of light appearing between them.
"Oh! Is this the truth about goddesses? It seems no different from mortal prostitutes. All that nobility was just an act." With that, he withdrew his hand, picked up the prepared bucket of water, and poured it over Jie Ling, who was still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. He didn't want these hypocritical women to get away with it too easily.
"Ugh~~~~" The icy water brought Jie Ling back to reality. She felt ashamed that her body was contradicting her will, but due to her good upbringing, she didn't curse, only letting a string of tears slide down her face with her helplessness.
At this moment, Jie Ling's long, wet hair clung to her body, her innocent face, like a pear blossom in the rain, was flushed with a lewd red after an orgasm. Her shapeless nun's robe clung precariously to her humiliated naked body, her alluring, trembling figure forming a surreal, lewd image.
"Alright, come on."
He held Jie Ling's slender waist, confirming the location of her honeypot, and then…
"Ah~~~~~~~~"
A miserable cry escaped Jie Ling's throat, the tearing pain instantly spreading throughout her body.
"No~~ It hurts~~ Ouch~~"
Completely ignoring the girl's cries, the man thrust forcefully, engaging in the most intense in-and-out movements, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper, directly hitting her cervix. Visible blood, mixed with clear nectar, flowed from their joined bodies.
"Ah~~mmm~~" After the pain, Jie Ling was swept away by pleasure again. The clinking of the chains on her wrists was interspersed with sweet moans. Burning with waves of desire, Jie Ling was already in a daze. If she could move her limbs, she would have clung tightly to the man who was ravaging her. But now she could only twist her snow-white breasts and slender waist, thrusting her round, firm buttocks upwards, trying to gain even stronger pleasure.
The two were immersed in a numb, intoxicating sensation. The walls of the virgin's vagina began to tighten in response to the man's movements. The powerful force surprised the man. He grasped her full breasts, his fingers sinking into the elastic flesh. The rapid surge of pleasure made Jie Ling's flushed body arch upwards.
"Hmph~~~~~~" The final thrust reached its peak in an instant. He forcefully pushed his buttocks in, sending every last drop of semen into the girl's body. The warm, moist flesh spasmed, tightly gripping his now-weak penis. Without comforting her, without any further action, he pulled his penis out. From the pitiful flower, a liquid mixed with red blood flowed out.
Still lingering in the afterglow, Jieling suddenly lost her warm comfort and collapsed limply. Her bright, watery eyes were now clouded; her long, slender legs trembled slightly, and her pale pink labia still opened and closed, blooming with delicate beauty. However, all of this had no effect on him, who had already lost interest.
"Goodnight, beautiful goddess."
*** *** *** *** *** ***
The goddess's hymn would henceforth be silenced from the mortal world. Jieling went to a place that truly belonged to her, where she could draw closer to the Lord and continue her holy ministry. Deeply asleep, she looked peaceful and holy, her cascading black hair neatly draped over her shapely, fair body. The azaleas around her swayed gently in the morning breeze, as if guarding the goddess's slumber.
Until the school worker who came to check the bell discovered her and the d deeply branded on her left shoulder. "Damn it, this is the fourth one already! Does that cold-blooded bastard have any humanity at all?!"
Upon receiving the news, Miyuki, who arrived at the scene immediately, said indignantly. The entire police force, from top to bottom, was so busy with the recent series of murders that they had almost forgotten their own names. Besides filtering through suspects, they also had to deal with constant questioning from legislators. In addition, the persistent reporters had pushed Miyuki's patience to the brink of collapse. "Officer! I heard you've identified the forty-eighth suspect. Are you confident you can solve the case this time?" "Ask the murderer about that! I don't have much of a choice." Having just used this sharp answer to fend off a reporter, Miyuki now dropped her cunning expression and covered the victim's body with her coat. "Huh! This is..." Something fell from between the victim's fingers—a brass ring, tacky in appearance, seemingly a men's style. Could it be...? "Is this the clue you left me? Thank you. I swear to you, I will catch the murderer and avenge you." Before the deceased's spirit, Miyuki made a promise to herself and to the dead. The goddess's banquet ended. The city night remained deep, and the demon still lurked in some corner, poised to strike its next target.

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