Chapter 20: Beauty Leads to Death

Chapter Twenty: A Heartbreaking Night
The two had just dressed and gotten out of bed when the monk brought in breakfast again. He kept his head down, skillfully clearing away the mess of dishes from the table, setting out the food, and laying out the bedding. He then clasped his hands together and bowed to the two of them, saying,
"These past two days have truly been difficult for you two. Yesterday I called the weather station, and they said the snow would stop tonight. If all goes well, the road down the mountain should be cleared by noon tomorrow, and you two will be able to descend!" "Thank you for bringing us good news!" Zheng Kun returned the bow politely. After watching the monk leave, he turned back with a smile, but the woman sat sullenly on the edge of the bed. "You can descend the mountain tomorrow, why... do you look so unhappy?" he asked.
"I don't know if I'm going crazy. This is indeed good news, but... I can't be happy at all," Xiuyi said, her brows furrowed as if talking to herself. "We've really been unlucky. We encountered heavy snow as soon as we got up the mountain, and missing my nephew's wedding made me very sad! But now that we have to leave, I'm very reluctant. Maybe it's because I've grown attached to a place after staying there for a couple of days, or maybe... I just don't want to go back. The thought of returning to that annoying life makes me want to go crazy!" "Don't be silly. We can't stay here forever. If you really like it, you can stay a few more days!" Zheng Kun smiled and sat down at the table. The fragrant dishes made his stomach rumble, so he beckoned to the woman and said, "Come and eat with us, or the food will get cold!" Xiuyi suddenly stood up, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "I've made up my mind. I'm going down the mountain tomorrow!" Her face was gloomy. Her expression vanished instantly. She turned and walked to her suitcase, zipped it up with a "whoosh," and pulled a bottle of red wine from under her clothes. She grinned at Zheng Kun, "Dad went to France three years ago and bought a lot of Bordeaux wine. Since he can't drink it anymore, let's have a good drink today!" Zheng Kun smiled wryly. Seeing the woman's childlike cheerfulness, he felt happy too. "How many bottles of wine did you bring?" he asked with a grin. The woman held up one finger and said, "The last one." He shook his head and said, "There's still so much time until tomorrow noon! There's nowhere to buy wine on the mountain, so we have to save every bottle. We won't drink during the day; we'll eat and go sightseeing!" "Okay! Whatever you say..." Xiuyi reluctantly stuffed the wine back into her suitcase, pouted, and sat down opposite Zheng Kun. She picked up her chopsticks, took a few bites, and suddenly had a brilliant idea. She laughed to herself:
"When evening comes, go to the incense hall and ask for a few big red candles to light. We'll drink a toast with this red wine in the candlelight, and that will count as a formal marriage. What do you think?" "Hey! You're so romantic! I've wanted to do this for a long time!" Zheng Kun slapped his thigh and said. Although there were no relatives and friends to congratulate them, the gods and Buddhas of the ten directions were witnessing it in this sacred temple, so it wasn't a bad thing for them. "Just imagine... with flickering candlelight, bright red wine, and a beautiful wife by my side, is there anything happier in life than this? Hahaha..." He laughed happily.
"You're dreaming!" Xiuyi glanced at him shyly, two blushes unconsciously rising on her beautiful, fair face. "We're not just going to drink the nuptial wine, we're going to consummate our marriage. I'm going to drink and fuck you at the same time, be careful I drain you dry, leaving you exhausted to death, you'd better be mentally prepared..." She said, laughing uncontrollably.
"Don't worry, on our wedding night, of course a husband will go all out!" Zheng Kun took it as a joke. Although women's appetites were getting bigger and bigger, he could still ejaculate five or six times if he wanted to, and he could recover in two or three days. Besides, there were still more than ten hours until the evening, enough time for him to recharge.
After dinner, Zheng Kun took a chair to the balcony to sit and smoke. Xiuyi, as usual, slipped away to the hot springs for a bath before getting dressed. The snow was still heavy, but it had lost its previous ferocity, suggesting the monk's message was reliable. After finishing her makeup, Xiuyi pulled out a cashmere sweater and a chestnut-colored long skirt from her suitcase and put them on. After tidying up the room quickly, she and Zheng Kun went out.
For the past two days, the heavy snow had kept them cooped up indoors. Now they could finally have a proper tour. They started from the main gate and visited the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Great Buddha Hall, the Chanting Hall, the Sutra Repository… The tall and solemn statues filled them with a sense of awe, and at the same time, they felt a shared fear and unease about the sins they had committed.
After a quick look around, they escaped and climbed the steps leading to the majestic back mountain.
The back mountain of Jinfo Temple soared into the clouds, named Jinfo Mountain because its shape resembled the body of a Buddha. The ancient trees along the way were lush and verdant, and a cold wind blew through the forest, causing snow to constantly tumble down from the branches with a "whoosh," occasionally startling the woman into screaming. However, it was much more relaxed than inside the temple. It
was already dark when they descended the mountain, and the two ate dinner in the dining hall. Zheng Kun ran to a small shop outside the mountain gate and bought incense, paper money, and candles. He then pulled the woman back to the Buddha statue in the main hall, where they knelt down together amidst the bustling crowd. Xiuyi clasped her hands together, chanting, "Namo Amitabha! Namo Amitabha!
Namo Amitabha! Your disciple Lin Xiuyi kowtows repeatedly to inform Your Majesty that I know my sins are grave and I deserve to go to hell. I cannot eat or sleep properly every day. Today, I have come here with my beloved Zheng Kun, asking for nothing more than to be with you for all eternity, never to be separated!"
Zheng Kun's wish was not limited to this. He also hoped to be with Xiuyi forever, but he also prayed for the safety of his wife—who, after tonight, might be called his ex-wife—and their daughter. This clearly displeased Xiuyi, who remained silent and sullen on the way back.
To dispel Xiuyi's displeasure, Zheng Kun busied himself as soon as they returned to the room, lighting candles and opening bottles to pour wine. Only then did a smile slowly bloom on Xiuyi's face. There were no wine glasses, only a clear white porcelain bowl, but the blood-red Bordeaux wine still exuded a rich and mellow aroma.
Zheng Kun first poured a full bowl, held it in his hand, sniffed it, and said with relish, "This wine is truly excellent; I've never tasted such authentic wine before!" He then poured another glass and handed it to the woman. "What should we say... like all weddings, let's wish ourselves a harmonious and long-lasting marriage!" As he spoke, his nose tingled, and his eyes filled with tears. From this day forward, he would have to let down his wife and daughter.
Xiuyi smiled and took the glass, leaning close to the man, their arms intertwined, and downed the wine in one gulp. The wine flowed down her throat and into her stomach, a sweet and mellow taste rising, containing the richness and tradition of centuries of European history. The two drank three glasses in a row before separating.
"You swore before Buddha... to be with me through life and death... From now on, you are mine, no one can take you away, do you regret it?" Xiuyi asked, shaking her head, her face already flushed with intoxication.
Normally, he could only handle a few ounces of baijiu at most, but after sitting down and drinking several more cups, it was no wonder he was drunk.
"You're drunk!" Zheng Kun was still somewhat sober. As the saying goes, even when drunk, one's mind is clear, and he dared not say the wrong thing: "Flowers bloom and fruits ripen, melons fall from the vine when ripe. If I regretted it, I wouldn't have drunk this wine with you!" "I'm not drunk, I'm happy!" Xiuyi shouted, swaying as she stood up and walked out: "I'm so happy, I'm going to go and sleep comfortably in the snow for a while, comfortably..." Zheng Kun's heart skipped a beat: Here we go again! She was still thinking about lying in the snow! He quickly got up and blocked her way, "Stop fooling around, go lie down for a while..." He pushed the woman towards the bed.
Xiuyi couldn't resist the man, and staggered back to the bedside, "Get out of the way!" she shouted, and suddenly shoved Zheng Kun in the chest. Zheng Kun slipped and sat on the floor with a thud. Xiuyi lost her footing and tripped, falling onto Zheng Kun. After struggling to sit up, she looked at the man lying on his back and grinned smugly, "Now you're the horse and I'm the rider, where do you think you're going to run?" Luckily, it was a wooden floor; Zheng Kun's buttocks burned from the fall, but he didn't dare to be careless. He gripped the woman's thigh tightly, muttering, "I can't escape. As long as you don't go out and lie around like a jerk, I'd let you ride me for the rest of my life!"
"Then I won't come down, let's do it here!" Xiuyi said, leaning down and pressing her fragrant lips to the man's. Her smooth tongue, like a little snake, slipped inside, intertwining and rolling with his other tongue, while she rubbed her warm vulva against his bulging crotch.
Zheng Kun held her head tightly, pressing it down forcefully, giving her the most passionate response. The blood in his body slowly heated up, becoming scalding hot, and finally boiling over. "Take it off, take off all your clothes..." He wanted to examine Xiuyi's body carefully in the candlelight on this special night.
Xiuyi released him, stood up, and straddled him, taking off her clothes one by one. Sweaters, skirts, and bras fell to the floor like withered leaves, until finally, even her underwear was gone. She stood naked, looking down at the man with pride, and asked, "Isn't it beautiful?"
"So beautiful..." It was the first time Zheng Kun had admired a woman's body in candlelight; her originally fair skin was bathed in a honey-yellow glow. His gaze swept from head to toe, then back again, looking several times before finally settling on the black pubic hair. "My goddess! Come here... let me take a good look at your cunt!" he pleaded fervently, pointing to the woman's genitals.
Xiuyi paused for a moment, then slowly lifted her foot and took two small steps forward, bending her legs above the man's face and lowering her body slowly. Her
snow-white thighs spread wider and wider, the patch of dark hair at the base of her thighs becoming sparser, and her rose-colored labia peeked out from the light curls. Zheng Kun couldn't resist reaching out to part the plump slits; a tuft of peach-pink folds trembled nervously, then gleamed with a lascivious glow in the candlelight.
"I want to kiss it!" Zheng Kun murmured, making a further request. The woman didn't answer, but instead lowered her hips, bringing her even closer to his lips. He carefully pressed his lips to hers, sealing her lovely vulva tightly, and began to lick it with his tongue.
"Oh...oh shh..." Xiuyi's legs trembled. She felt her vulva contracting in waves, then relaxing, and finally churning. "So many ants are crawling inside, it's so itchy...it's so itchy I can't stand it..." She gasped with her eyes closed, then suddenly fell back onto the man's calves, frantically pulling off his belt, unzipping his zipper, and pulling his pants and underwear down to his thighs.
His penis was already erect and proudly standing between her legs. Xiuyi swallowed hard, her slender fingers wrapping around it, peeling away the bright red glans, murmuring, "My darling, I love you to death!" Then her hands, light as butterfly wings, began to flutter up and down.
Zheng Kun groaned helplessly, his hands spread out on the floor, his throat feeling like it had swallowed a piece of burning coal, so hot he wanted to jump up and shout. The volcano inside him was brewing, burning, hissing and emitting heat. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman's round breasts trembling firmly. "Come on! Darling, give them to me, give them all to me..." he couldn't help but extend a passionate invitation.
Xiuyi lowered her head and brushed away the pubic hair sticking to her vulva, then gently sat on the penis. It was less that the penis accurately pierced her vagina, and more that her vagina gripped it. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and let out a dazed cry of "Ah..." before the penis plunged into her vagina.
Her vagina retaliated, tearing at the hot penis. Zheng Kun impatiently grabbed her thighs and thrust between his legs, but she held him firmly on top, preventing him from moving. "I...I can't move, hurry up! Hurry up..." He had long lost his usual composure, almost begging her.
Xiuyi, however, was in no hurry, swaying gently for a while before moaning. Her vagina had long since adapted to the thick, long penis, and her speed gradually increased. Finally, she began to sway wildly, like a seasoned rider galloping a strong steed along a rugged mountain path. Her two white breasts bounced joyfully up and down, her long, flowing hair swaying in the candlelight. Her plaintive moans made it impossible to tell whether she was in pain or pleasure.
The folds of flesh inside her vagina tightly gripped the penis, and the continuous flow of vaginal fluid brought wave after wave of pleasure. When his testicles began to spasm slightly, Zheng Kun knew he was about to reach his limit. Suddenly remembering their earlier agreement, he cried out like a trapped beast, "I'm coming! Pinch me... pinch me!" The woman then reacted, leaning down and grabbing Zheng Kun's neck. Her soft hand pressed against his throat, but aside from making breathing a little difficult, it had little effect, let alone allowing him to experience the extreme pleasure of being on the verge of death. "Cough cough cough..." He pried the woman's hands off, coughing violently a few times. He grabbed a leather belt from beside him and wrapped it around his neck. "Use the belt, the belt... tighten it..." he said urgently, stuffing the ends of the belt into the woman's hands. The pleasure was fleeting, and everything seemed urgent.
Xiuyi's hands gripped the belt as if it were a firm rein—she was the rider, and the man beneath her was her steed. She proudly straightened her upper body, tightly gripping the "reins" in her hands, and began to rise and fall wildly, the "slap slap slap" sounds echoing beneath her, but she forgot that the belt in her hands was tightening more and more.
"You... what are you doing..." Zheng Kun wanted to shout "stop," but it felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on his chest, and he could no longer utter a sound. His consciousness began to blur, and his body felt like it had stepped off a cliff and was falling heavily into an abyss, with only the "whoosh" of the wind in his ears.
Xiuyi cried out passionately, finally letting out a deep, long scream, her body falling onto the man like a falling kite. She had finally ejaculated, but the penis inside her remained erect and motionless, and she heard no breathing from the man. Strange, she opened her eyes and saw that his eyes were bulging out, and blood was slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh my god…" Xiuyi screamed, jerking off the man and staring wide-eyed at his bloodshot eyes for almost a full minute before snapping out of it. She pounded his face, crying, "Wake up! Wake up…" She pressed her lips to his purplish lips, desperately trying to breathe, but he remained unresponsive. Xiuyi then untied the belt around his neck, ran to the balcony, and piled snow on his bruised neck to reduce the swelling and pain; the snow almost completely covered his head. A minute passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed… Blood mingled with blood flowed across the ground, and Zheng Kun still didn't wake up—her lover was dead!
[To be continued]

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