A beggar's New Year's Eve dinner

It was New Year's Eve again, and every household in Lijia Village was filled with laughter and joy. Amidst the crackling of firecrackers, steam rose from the farmhouses as dumplings were being cooked, creating a peaceful atmosphere. However,
at this time of family reunion, a black Audi sedan stopped on a small road not far from Lijia Village. It wasn't because the car had broken down, but because the owner had some business to attend to.
"Oh, oh, harder, oh..." In the back seat of the sedan, a flushed young woman uttered sounds of pleasure. Her black sweater was pushed up to her chest, and her fair breasts were being shaped by the man's hands. A pair of long, slender legs were raised high, the toes of her feet, encased in white cotton stockings, rubbing against the car roof with a soft rustling sound. Black leggings rolled up with pink panties were bunched up in the bend of her knees, revealing her snow-white buttocks and thighs, which were being pounded by the man with a loud slapping sound.
"Brother Yu, oh, fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck this little slut to death!"
"Call me husband! Quick, call me husband!"
"Oh, oh, husband, husband, fuck me, oh, I can't take it anymore, husband, husband, shoot into me, husband, shoot into my uterus, oh, I'll give you a son, oh—"
With a long moan from the young woman, the two men in the car reached their climax at the same time. The man pressed himself firmly against the young woman, his glans pressing tightly against her cervix as he ejaculated his thick semen into her womb. After his climax, the man reluctantly withdrew his dripping penis, and the young woman obediently rolled over, using her tongue to clean the semen and vaginal fluid from his shaft. Looking at her protruding, snow-white buttocks as she licked his penis, the man patted her buttocks with satisfaction and said
, "Good darling, after the New Year I'll transfer you to work in the city."
"Mmm, thank you, Brother Yu, you're so kind to me, mmm," the young woman said, continuing to lick the man's penis.
This young woman, named Li Qian, lived in Li Family Village, a renowned beauty in this impoverished countryside. She was a policewoman at the town's police station. To get a promotion, she cheated on her husband and started an affair with Secretary Yu in the city. On New Year's Eve, she forwent the opportunity to have dinner with her family to drink and have sex with him, all to escape this poor and backward village. She knew that Secretary Yu had only transferred her to the city for his own convenience. But it didn't matter; as long as she could leave this godforsaken place, it was all worth it.
After cleaning up Secretary Yu's penis, Li Qian put on her snow boots and down jacket and got out of the car. Leaving the warm car, Li Qian couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind. Worried about being discovered, she had to walk home herself. Although the village was already in sight, Li Qian couldn't help but curse the country road that didn't even have streetlights. This wretched place, she should just leave!
Just as she was envisioning a bright future, she suddenly slipped and fell with a cry of pain, rolling all the way to a dry ditch by the roadside. Li Qian fainted; even if no one had rescued her, she wouldn't have frozen to death. But someone did find her, and that person would take her life.
Ding the Fool was also a resident of Li Family Village, or rather, a beggar from Li Family Village. He had suffered brain damage from a fever when he was young, so everyone called him Ding the Fool. Ding the Fool's butcher father died when he was a teenager, and his mother abandoned him and ran off with a wild man. Ding the Fool had no one to care for him and couldn't earn money, so he could only survive by begging and petty theft.
It was New Year's Eve, and Ding the Fool, who had gone out to "make a living," returned quite late. He wandered around the cemeteries of several nearby villages, and the offerings that others used for ancestor worship became his rare New Year's Eve dinner. What made him happiest was that he had also found two bottles of Erguotou (a type of strong
Chinese liquor); nothing was more exciting on a cold winter night. Ding the Fool walked along a path outside the village and soon noticed a pile of white, unidentifiable things in a ditch by the roadside. Ding the Fool went closer to take a look and found it was a woman wearing a white down jacket. Ding the Fool found it strange, so he went down to the bottom of the ditch and turned Li Qian's face over. When he recognized Li Qian, Ding Shazi exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
It turned out that Ding Shazi often committed petty theft, and Li Qian, as the local police officer, naturally had to teach him a lesson. In Ding Shazi's mind, Li Qian was practically synonymous with a shrew. Ding Shazi didn't know how this shrew could be sleeping in such a place, but the smell of alcohol on her made it clear; when he was drunk, he often just collapsed and fell asleep anywhere.
Although this shrew was a piece of trash, he couldn't let her freeze to death, Ding Shazi was actually quite kind-hearted. He didn't dare take Li Qian directly home; who knew if her family would beat him up? So, he carried the unconscious Li Qian towards his "home."
Ding the Fool's "home" was in an abandoned kiln outside Li Family Village. The original house had long been taken away by his father's creditors. Ding the Fool placed Li Qian on his bed and then lit a fire in the kiln. The originally dark and cold kiln quickly warmed up.
The leaping flames cast a warm glow on Li Qian, and Ding the Fool felt a flutter in his heart as he looked at this cold beauty who usually dared not look him in the eye. She wore a pair of snow boots, with fluffy down around her ankles that looked soft and cute. A pair of black leggings hugged her shapely legs, and a white down jacket paired with a short skirt made her even more alluring in the winter.
Looking at the renowned beauty, Ding the Fool swallowed hard. He felt a surge of heat in his chest and a slight dizziness, as if he'd been drinking. Almost unconsciously, he walked up to Li Qian and tremblingly reached out to touch her face. But the moment his fingertips touched her delicate cheek, he recoiled as if electrocuted. Touching this "she-devil's" face was something he'd never even dared to dream of before; his heart was pounding. Ding the Fool frantically ran to the entrance of the kiln, looking around to make sure no one was nearby before his wildly beating heart
finally calmed down a little. He walked back to Li Qian's side, cupped her cheeks in his hands, and gently stroked them twice. The soft, smooth touch was something he had never experienced before. For a moment, he felt that this shrew wasn't so scary after all; she seemed to have become a plaything in his hands.
Ding the Fool got a little carried away and couldn't resist pinching Li Qian's tender, delicate face hard twice.
Unexpectedly, this backfired, and Li Qian woke up in pain. Seeing the object he had been playing with suddenly open its eyes, Ding the Fool froze, stunned. Li Qian blinked her blurry eyes and finally recognized the dirty, smelly man in front of her as Ding the Fool from her village.
Li Qian didn't have time to think about why she was there. All she knew was that this idiot Ding was pinching her cheek, doing something to her. Li Qian screamed and sat up from the bed, turning to run away. Seeing this, Ding instinctively grabbed her, saying, "Don't run!" Ding pulled too hard, and Li Qian lost her balance and fell back onto the bed with a thud.
"Ding the Idiot! What do you think you're doing?! I'm telling you, if you dare touch a hair on my head, I'll have you arrested and shot tomorrow!" Li Qian shouted sternly, using the same tone she had used to teach Ding the Idiot before. Ding the Fool knew he was in deep trouble, but this dim-witted guy had no idea how to resolve his current predicament. He only knew he couldn't let this shrew escape, or he'd be dead for sure.
Thinking this, Ding the Fool pounced on Li Qian, pinning her down on the bed. Li Qian never expected this idiot to dare lay a hand on her, and she panicked. She yelled at Ding the Fool while struggling desperately, striking his head and neck with her hands.
Although she was a woman, Li Qian was still a policewoman who had received formal training. Her flurry of punches left Ding, the simpleton, dizzy and nearly causing him to fall off the bed. However, Li Qian's resistance enraged Ding, who slapped her hard across the face. Then, while Li Qian was dazed, he flipped her over and pressed her face down on the bed. This was a move he had learned in fights as a child; once he pinned the opponent face down, they were helpless.
Ding the Fool straddled Li Qian's soft buttocks, one hand gripping the back of her neck and pinning her down. He then asked smugly, like children in a fight, "Damn it, do you submit?!"
Li Qian was furious. How could she possibly submit to this idiot? She shouted angrily, "Ding the Fool! You fucking let me go right now! Or I'll shoot you dead!"
Ding the Fool, no longer listening to her threats, was now truly liberated. He, who had always been submissive in the village, was now singing a song of triumph. He continued shouting, "Submit or not, submit or not," while his right fist swung towards Li Qian's back. Li Qian's fluffy down jacket rustled as he punched it. Not satisfied, Ding the Fool grabbed the back of the collar and ripped the jacket off. He then punched her twice more in the back, making her scream. Ding the Fool laughed triumphantly.
He had never felt so smug; he felt like a victorious general. He straddled Li Qian, lifting himself slightly before slamming down heavily on her buttocks. Her soft, elastic buttocks felt incredibly comfortable. Like a trampoline, Ding the Fool bounced repeatedly off Li Qian's buttocks and slammed down on her. This was the most humiliating experience Li Qian had ever had. She struggled and roared, "Ding the Fool! You bastard! Get off me! Get off me!"
Ding the Fool, like a sulking child, still grabbed the back of her neck and said, "Hehehe, I won't, I want to ride your ass! Do you submit? Do you submit!?" As he spoke, he slapped Li Qian's buttocks like a horse, shouting, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" He rubbed back and forth on the soft flesh, the comfortable touch and the strong sense of conquest causing his penis to involuntarily stand erect.
Li Qian felt something growing bigger and harder pressing against her buttocks. The thought of what it was sent chills down her spine. The fact that this toad-like man was erect on her buttocks was more disgusting than swallowing a fly. "Bastard! Get off me! Fuck you!" Li Qian was both anxious and angry, cursing as she thrust her hips forcefully, trying to throw Ding the Fool off her buttocks.
Unexpectedly, her vigorous thrusting only intensified the friction between her buttocks and Ding the Fool's penis. Ding the Fool felt a surge of lust, his penis almost tearing through his cotton pants. He unzipped his heavy cotton trousers, pulled out his dark iron rod, and pressed it against Li Qian's round buttocks, which were covered by her leggings. Not satisfied, Ding Shazi reached out and pulled down Li Qian's leggings.
Amidst Li Qian's angry shouts, her soft, white buttocks, like tofu, were exposed. Ding Shazi rubbed his thick penis between her buttocks, the silky smooth touch driving him wild. Instinctively, he thrust his hips, stabbing Li Qian's flesh, pursuing the most primal human pleasure.
"Ah! You bastard! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! Ah!" Li Qian screamed in panic, her delicate hands flailing wildly, her feet kicking the bedsheets with a clatter. It turned out that Ding the Fool had stumbled upon her, and his glans was already pressed against Li Qian's anus. Li Qian had never experienced anal sex before, and being humiliated by this guy she despised most in her life already filled her with immense hatred. If he were to take her virginity, she'd rather be killed. But no matter how much she struggled, that hard thing continued to thrust into her tight anus.
At this moment, idiot Ding was already red-eyed, completely forgetting that his original intention was just to help this woman sleeping in the wild. All he could feel now was the pleasure brought by Li Qian's tight buttocks squeezing his glans. In order to further enjoy this pleasure, he hit the shrunken sphincter again and again.
"Ah! Don't touch me! Stupid donkey! Get away! I'll fuck your mother! Ah————!!"
"Ugh, hoo, hoo, hoo..." Idiot Ding panted like a bull. Following Li Qian's heart-rending wail, he felt that his cock suddenly penetrated into a warm cave, and the glans was tightly clamped by a powerful muscle. Ding the Fool was stunned by this sudden, strange sensation, while Li Qian, who had been struggling desperately, also froze. The two remained motionless on the bed, panting heavily.
After a moment, Ding the Fool suddenly jerked his hips, and Li Qian immediately screamed in pain. She felt as if a burning ember had been inserted into her anus; the intense pain made her afraid to even breathe. But Ding the Fool was enjoying it. He began to thrust wildly, each stroke flattening Li Qian's plump, white buttocks, and his thick, long penis even penetrated her tender rectum and entered her warmer large intestine. Each thrust felt like a sharp axe hacking at her crotch, and the excruciating pain of his withdrawal, almost like being pulled out of her intestines, nearly suffocated her. Her delicate anus, already overwhelmed by the brutal ravaging, was bleeding profusely, a section of pink intestine still attached, constantly tumbling in and out with Ding Sha's penis. Li Qian felt as if a lumberjack's saw was tearing at her
flesh, and she ripped at the tattered bedsheets beneath her, venting her pain. Ding Sha, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself; Li Qian's soft, slippery intestines rubbed against his penis, and her convulsing buttocks and anus gripped his member tightly. Lost in the moment, Ding the Fool felt his mind go blank, completely unaware of his surroundings. He was nothing more than a mad beast driven by desire, knowing only to relentlessly thrust into the screaming young woman, extracting endless pleasure from her.
Like a cloud soaring through the air, Ding the Fool thrust into Li Qian's rear hundreds of times, until finally a powerful surge of electricity coursed from his groin to his brain. He felt every pore on his body explode, a tingling numbness shooting through his lower back. Involuntarily, he plunged his penis deep into Li Qian's warm rectum, ejaculating streams of foul-smelling semen into the deepest recesses of her body.
Li Qian felt as if her body was being pierced through by that thick, long penis, the scalding liquid almost filling her entire cavity like a raging flood. Although being sodomized and ejaculated inside by this filthy beggar was an incredibly shameful thing, Li Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief—at least the beast's brutality could come to an end.
Ding Shazi pulled out his penis with satisfaction, the drops of blood on it making the erotic instrument look more like a murder weapon. Li Qian lay naked on the bed, panting weakly, her still-open anus continuously leaking a mixture of semen and blood. Ding Shazi, his passion extinguished, looked blankly at the woman he had just ravaged, unsure of what to do with her. He wasn't sure what his actions meant to Li Qian, but he knew he'd really messed with this shrew, and if she left now, he was doomed.
Meanwhile, Li Qian was also thinking of a way to escape. She moved slightly, and the excruciating pain in her anus made her gasp. Her anus had been ripped apart by Ding the Fool's brute force, and besides, she was far weaker than her opponent. Now, she could only try to hold the idiot in place temporarily and then escape.
However, being naked was not a good option; who knew when the idiot might become aroused again and she'd be in trouble. Thinking this, Li Qian reached for the leggings that Ding the Fool had forcibly pulled down.
Ding Shazi grabbed her hands and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Li Qian suppressed her anger and forced a smile, "No, no. I'm not going anywhere, I just want to put my pants on." "
Why are you putting on your pants if you're not going out?" Ding Shazi asked unreasonably.
"I... my butt's cold," Li Qian replied pitifully.
Ding the Fool then released her hands, letting her put on her leggings, while threatening her with concern, "If you dare run away, I'll ride your butt again!"
Li Qian was truly furious, but to keep Ding the Fool in check, she forced herself to say, "Brother Fool, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be your wife from now on."
Ding the Fool was stunned by Li Qian's gentle words; he had never seen this shrew so tender before. Of course, it would be great to have her as his wife, but Li Qian's sudden 180-degree turn in attitude caught him off guard. "Wife? You, why would you want to be my wife?"
"Just now, you've already slept with me, so I can only be your wife now," Li Qian said shyly.
"Oh..." This answer was obviously very convincing to Ding the Fool. He had heard people say before that if a woman was slept with by a man, she would marry that man. In fact, he had seen his mother being ravaged by that wild man in their own main room, and then not long after, his mother abandoned him to become that wild man's wife.
However, even a fool has a shrewd side. The thought of his mother being slept with by a man and then abandoning him made Ding the Fool furious. He suddenly grabbed Li Qian's wrist and asked fiercely, "What if you let someone else sleep with you? Will you run off and become someone else's wife?!"
This question caught Li Qian off guard. She could only patiently explain, "No, I won't. From now on, I'll live here with you and won't go anywhere else. I won't see any other men besides you. I'll only be your wife."
This time, Ding the Fool was fooled. He nodded and said, "Okay, if you dare to run away, I'll beat you to death!"
"Don't worry, Fool, I'll listen to you from now on. It's getting late, you should go to sleep." Li Qian thought that as long as she could trick this Fool into falling asleep, she would have a chance to escape.
Ding the Fool was also a bit tired, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's sleep together!" With that, he grabbed Li Qian and plopped down on the bed.
Li Qian felt nauseous at the smell of his sweat in his arms. She wanted to try to push Ding the Fool away but was afraid of angering him. "Hey, Fool, Fool, don't hug me like that, I, I can't breathe."
Ding the Fool only hugged her tighter. "No way! You're my wife, so I have to hug you to sleep!"
Li Qian was really angry, but she was helpless against Ding the Fool and could only let him hug her.
Holding the delicate baby in his arms, Ding the Fool felt a surge of pride; he could finally consider himself married. He hugged Li Qian tightly from behind, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts pressing against his chest. The sweet scent emanating from her body made him unable to resist sticking out his tongue and licking her cheek. Ding the Fool's sticky, wet tongue, carrying foul-smelling saliva, swept across Li Qian's face, almost making her vomit. At the same time, something even more disgusting was happening: Ding the Fool's terrifyingly erect penis had become erect again.
Ding the Fool was unknowingly burning with lust, unable to resist the urge to relive that exhilarating pleasure. He forcefully pressed Li Qian face down onto the bed, reaching out to pull down her leggings. Li Qian screamed in terror, "Ah, no, no! I can't have sex with you today!"
Ding the Fool slapped her hard across the face and roared, "Bullshit! A wife is for her husband to fuck, don't think I don't know!" As he spoke, Ding the Fool grabbed a butcher's knife his father used to slaughter pigs, and with a few swift cuts, completely slashed open the crotch of Li Qian's leggings. The leggings snapped open, revealing her large, white buttocks beneath her underwear. Blood from her anus was still stained with Li Qian's underwear. Seeing the red blood, Ding the Fool became even more excited. He tore Li Qian's underwear to shreds and, with his erect penis, prepared to penetrate her.
Li Qian was terrified. She was truly worried that if this scoundrel raped her again, her intestines would rupture. She covered her buttocks with both hands and desperately pleaded, "No, no, you silly brother, my buttocks are already damaged, they're bleeding, you can't do it anymore, you'll fuck me to death!"
But Li Qian's pleas only fueled Ding Shazi's lust. He pushed Li Qian's hands away and slapped her butcher's knife hard on her buttocks with a loud crack. Li Qian screamed "Ah!" in terror, almost thinking that her buttocks had been chopped off. Ding the Fool slammed the butcher's knife down on the table and roared, "Fuck your mother, you slut! If you dare not let your husband fuck you, I'll kill you and eat you!"
Li Qian was terrified. She knew there was no reasoning with this scoundrel. But her anus could no longer withstand his brutality. In desperation, Li Qian mustered all her strength to roll over, revealing her hairy mons pubis. She parted her slightly darkened labia, displaying her tender flesh, and said, "Fool, it's not that I won't let you fuck me. Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, only then can I give you a son." This
wasn't the first time Li Qian had said such shameless things, but she had never imagined that one day she would spread her tender vulva to seduce the man she considered the most despicable. But this was her only option; to save her rear, she had to sacrifice her front.
Ding the Fool couldn't resist Li Qian's temptation. With a roar, he thrust his still-clotted, blood-stained penis into her vagina. Despite Li Qian's skilled sexual techniques, the violent insertion of such a massive object still sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but arch her back like a shrimp and let out a soft "Ugh."
The unskilled Ding the Fool simply pounded and thrust wildly with brute force. Li Qian's sensitive body quickly responded, her vaginal fluids making a constant splattering sound, soaking both their pubic hair. Li Qian never expected that she could experience pleasure while being raped. Although unwilling, she still moaned softly. However, Ding Shazi didn't appreciate her soft moans. He punched Li Qian in the stomach and shouted, "Scream louder! You slut, scream louder!"
Li Qian screamed "Ouch!" from the punch, but Ding Shazi found it quite pleasing and thrust even more violently. Li Qian knew that only by satisfying this beast could she have a chance to escape, so she could only moan as wantonly as possible: "Aww! Aww! Fuck me to death! Good husband! Silly brother! Oh, you're too strong! Your wife is going to be fucked to death! Ah! Ah! Wife, your wife's cunt is going to be fucked to pieces!"
Hearing Li Qian's moans, Ding Shazi became even more frenzied. He grabbed the Erguotou liquor on the table and gulped down two large mouthfuls. Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and sex, Ding Shazi's penis almost swelled up again. Now Li Qian really felt that her vagina was about to burst, and she began to moan even more wantonly. As Ding the Fool vented his frustration, he roared and cursed, "Hmph, hmph, fuck your mother! Fuck your grandma! Fuck your mother's cunt!" These filthy words, once used to insult him, now became his accompaniment. Li Qian echoed his insults, crying out, "Oh, oh, fuck me, you fool! My wife's cunt, my mother's cunt, you can fuck me however you want! Oh, fuck me to death! Ah, ah!"
At this moment, Li Qian wasn't entirely just pandering to Ding the Fool. Under his brutal onslaught, she also experienced a different kind of pleasure. Therefore, she began to twist her body to meet the Fool's thrusts, her mouth uttering lewd moans and groans. Li Qian's wanton appearance awakened Ding Shazi's memories from over ten years ago, when his mother and her lover had an affair, and she looked exactly like that.
That bastard had pinned Ding Shazi's mother down on the dining table, stripped her naked, grabbed one of her ankles, lifted her white legs, and relentlessly pounded into her. Thinking of his own mother's wanton moans back then, Ding Shazi couldn't help but want to try it himself. He reached out and grabbed Li Qian's long, beautiful leg, lifting her by the ankle.
Li Qian's legs were spread wide open, and his penis plunged into her cervix, causing her to moan and groan even more as he pounded into her.
Ding the Fool, gripping Li Qian's ankle, impulsively ripped off her snow boot. Li Qian wore white cotton socks to keep her feet warm. From frequent wear, the tips and heels of the socks were slightly bluish. Li Qian's arched feet, encased in the socks, swayed back and forth with the rhythm of Ding the Fool's thrusts, her toes sometimes curling, sometimes stretching—the characteristic movements of a woman in arousal making her tender feet even more alluring.
Suddenly, Ding the Fool grabbed Li Qian's foot and pressed it against his face, his nose nuzzling against her socks, emitting a series of grunting sounds like a fat pig rooting for food. Li Qian's cotton socks had been stuffed inside her snow boots all day, and the slightly sour smell carried a unique fragrance of women's feet. Ding Shazi greedily inhaled the scent of Li Qian's feet, his nose constantly probing the soles of her feet. Li Qian felt a numb and itchy sensation in her soles, a strange feeling that made her wish she had a penis like Ding Shazi's to pound her tender feet. She moaned ecstatically, "Ah, so itchy, so good! Silly brother, you really know how to play. Ah, you're going to make my feet climax! Oh, oh, silly brother, play with my feet, fuck my feet!"
Hearing Li Qian's moans, Ding the Silly became even more excited. He thrust himself on top of Li Qian, pounding her like garlic, dozens of times, then suddenly grabbed her foot and bit down hard, like gnawing on a pig's trotter. Li Qian's body arched up like a bridge, her watery eyes rolled back, and her small head tilted back, emitting a crowing, lewd cry.
Li Qian had climaxed, brought to orgasm by the man she despised most in her life. Although not entirely willing, her vagina still spasmed uncontrollably, sucking on the man's penis like a baby suckling at a nipple. At the same time, a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted from her cervix, splashing onto Ding Shazi's glans. Stimulated by this, Ding Shazi roared, his body trembling as he ejaculated wave after wave of semen into Li Qian's uterus.
After ejaculating, Ding Shazi held Li Qian's feet in his hands, gently playing with them. Li Qian, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, hadn't recovered, her toes, encased in cotton stockings, twitching like rabbits in the snow. Like a child who had just received a new toy, Ding the Fool kneaded Li Qian's soft soles and delicate toes, each knead eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her. He then removed Li Qian's other boot, bringing her feet together and burying his face in the hollow of her arched feet, indulging in the fragrance of her feet.
Li Qian, now waking from her climax, saw Ding the Fool holding her feet and inhaling deeply, and inwardly cursed him as "vulgar and perverted." But the thought that she had felt pleasure while he was playing with her feet made her face flush.
"Silly brother, stop playing around and go to sleep," Li Qian said cautiously.
Ding the Fool, however, continued to sniff her feet, "Hehe, wife, your feet smell so good."
Li Qian blushed and said, "Silly brother, go to sleep. You can play with my feet whenever you want."
Ding the Fool nodded and said, "Okay, tonight I'll sleep with your feet in my arms."
Li Qian thought to herself, if he's willing to smell her feet, let him smell them for now. Once this fool is asleep, she can make a quick getaway and then she'll definitely make this bastard pay. But just as she was secretly plotting, Ding the Fool lay down, and his two stinking feet were stretched out in front of Li Qian. Li Qian had finally managed to coax him to sleep, and now she didn't dare to object. She could only suppress her nausea
and turn her head away, waiting for him to fall asleep. Having drunk several mouthfuls of Erguotou (a type of strong Chinese liquor) earlier, Ding Shazi quickly started snoring. Li Qian tried to move her legs, but Ding Shazi remained fast asleep. Only then did Li Qian muster the courage to pull her legs out of Ding Shazi's embrace. She stood up from the bed, but almost fell over from the pain in her groin after taking just one small step. Li Qian endured the pain in her genitals and anus as she walked out; as long as she escaped this hellhole, she would be safe.
But fate had other plans. Just as Li Qian stepped out of the cave entrance, a chilling voice suddenly rang out from behind her, "What are you doing?!"
Li Qian jumped in fright. She turned around and saw Ding the Fool sitting up, staring at her with bloodshot eyes. It turned out that Ding the Fool had a nightmare because he couldn't smell Li Qian's feet in his sleep. He dreamt that she was also brutally raped by a wild man and then abandoned. Ding the Fool woke up instantly, only to see Li Qian tiptoeing to the cave entrance.
Ding the Fool glared fiercely at Li Qian, his eyes practically spitting fire. Li Qian shivered and stammered, "Silly, silly brother, I, I'm going to relieve myself, I'll be right back."
Her legs trembled as she spoke.
Ding the Fool didn't believe her lie. He stood up and walked towards her. Li Qian turned and ran, but in her panic, she tripped and fell to the ground after only a few steps. Ding the Fool caught up and, without a word, carried her back to the dilapidated cave. No matter how much Li Qian screamed and begged, it was no use.
"You bitch! You want to go find some wild man, don't you!? You want someone to fuck you, don't you!?" Ding the Fool said, grabbing a large gulp of strong liquor. His bloodshot eyes instantly turned into a ferocious, beast-like gleam.
"No, no, idiot, I really just went to relieve myself. Ah, no, no, what are you doing? No, please spare me!" Li Qian's voice grew increasingly panicked as she saw the drunken Ding the Fool grab a butcher's knife from the table.
"You bitch! You're no good!" Ding the Fool grabbed Li Qian and slammed her onto the dilapidated wooden table. Li Qian screamed and kicked in terror, looking as pathetic as the fat pig her father used to slaughter.
Ding the Fool pressed his knee against Li Qian's back, grabbed her hair with his left hand, stretching her neck out to its limit, and rubbed the butcher's knife against her neck twice with his right hand, saying, "You disobedient bitch, I'll kill you and eat you!"
"No, no! Help! Help!"
But no one could hear Li Qian's cries for help; only Ding the Fool's butcher's knife answered her.
*Crack!
* "Ah—!" The drunken Ding the Fool's strike was slightly off-target; the blade severed her right side of the neck but failed to end her life. She screamed in agony, her facial muscles contorted with pain, and her body trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted.
*Crack!*
"Ugh, hah—, hah—" Li Qian's neck was slashed again, but she wasn't dead yet. Weak breaths, accompanied by clumps of bloody foam, gushed from her mouth and nose. Two streams of resentful tears welled in her wide eyes, mingling with the blood on her face to form two bloody tears. * 　　Snap
!* 　　This time, Li Qian made no sound. Ding Shazi cleanly and decisively severed her head with his third blow. 　　Her body remained slumped on the table, twitching meaninglessly. Her anus, now deprived of nerve control, loosened, and a piece of excrement, stained with blood and semen, emerged. The most defiled part of this woman's body had been defiled by this man. But that wasn't all he wanted to do; he also wanted to possess this woman completely. 　　Ding the Fool placed Li Qian's horrified head on the table, forcing her to witness the fate of her body. He quickly stripped Li Qian naked, leaving only her cotton socks covering her delicate feet. Ding the Fool first grabbed Li Qian's ankles and cursed viciously, "You bitch, you dare run? I'll chop off your hooves!" Then he grabbed a butcher's knife and, with a few swift strokes, chopped off Li Qian's tender feet and threw them onto his bed.

Immediately afterward, Ding the Fool plunged the butcher's knife into Li Qian's heart with a soft "plop," then sliced her fair belly in half like cutting tofu, cutting all the way to her pubic hair-covered mons pubis. Li Qian's belly was opened like a purse, and colorful, steaming off-the-board fluid gushed out. Ding the Fool pulled out all the intestines and entrails, draped them over a bamboo pole, and hung them out to dry in front of his house like clothes.
At this point, Li Qian's body was no different from those slaughtered pigs, except that she looked even more alluring than the pigs. Ding the Fool showed her no pity. He grabbed Li Qian's thigh, bent her knee and placed it on his shoulder, then with a few quick strokes, he severed her long, slender leg at the root. He then did the same to her other leg and both arms, finally gouging out her pubic hair-covered vulva and shoving it viciously into her open mouth.
In Ding the Fool's dilapidated cave, there was a large iron pot he had almost never used; today, it finally came in handy. He set up a fire in the pot, then threw Li Qian's body, arms, and one leg into it to boil. There was only one beautiful leg left, and the pot was already overflowing, so Ding the Fool used hemp rope to hang it up like a piece of cured meat.
After busying himself for a while, Ding the Fool sat down to wait for the food to be ready. Since he had nothing else to do, he picked up Li Qian's tender feet and started playing with them. He grabbed one of Li Qian's hooves and kneaded it hard. Without its owner's control, Li Qian's tender feet seemed even softer than when she was alive.
He peeled off the cotton socks that were on Li Qian's feet, and Li Qian's fair and tender feet looked even more crystal clear in the light of the leaping campfire. Ding the Fool pressed the cotton sock to his nose and inhaled deeply, then suddenly bit down hard on Li Qian's slender toe. He chewed on the toe, making a crunching sound as he bit the cute little thing. The taste was a bittersweet mix of blood and sweetness, and the texture was tender yet chewy. Ding the Fool had never tasted such a delicious snack to accompany his drinks. He gulped down another mouthful of liquor and laughed heartily.
He continued to gnaw on Li Qian's tender foot like a pig's trotter while drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and under the influence of alcohol, his troublesome erection returned. Ding, the fool, was desperate to find a woman to relieve his pent-up desires, but the only woman he had ever slept with was already stewed into a large pot like a pig for the New Year. In a fleeting glance, Ding spotted the delicate white-socked foot he had placed aside. He grabbed it and pressed it against his crotch, rubbing it vigorously. Poor Li Qian's feet; her left foot was being gnawed on like a pig's trotter, making a crunching sound, while her right foot was being used as a massage tool to stimulate his filthy penis.
Li Qian's feet were incredibly soft, the tender flesh on the soles like a soft, elastic cushion. Ding the Fool massaged his glans with the hollow soles of her feet, and soon he let out a low growl and ejaculated onto Li Qian's white-stockinged broken foot.
After a while, the enticing aroma of meat finally wafted from the boiling iron pot. Ding the Fool grabbed another bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and poured the entire bottle into the pot. Moments later, the aroma of liquor mixed with the smell of meat filled the entire broken kiln.
At this moment, bursts of firecrackers came from the nearby Li Family Village. The New Year had arrived, and Ding the Fool's New Year's Eve dinner was finally complete. In a steaming pot, succulent stewed meat in strong liquor simmered and churned in a thick broth. Ding Shazi picked up his chopsticks and poked them into the pot, accidentally stabbing Li Qian's plump breast. Li Qian's breast was already thoroughly stewed; the chopsticks
easily pierced through it. Ding Shazi gripped the chopsticks and tore open the skin at the base of Li Qian's breast, easily ripping off a round, meaty bun.
Ding Shazi used the chopsticks to pick at the breast, glistening juices dripping down the chopsticks. He bit down on the edge of the breast and sucked hard; the thoroughly cooked flesh instantly transformed into smooth, creamy milk that slid into his mouth. The aroma of meat, milk, and wine mingled together, making Ding the Fool squint and let out a blissful groan.
He wolfed down a breast and then fished Li Qian's buttocks out of the pot. Li Qian's once snow-white buttocks had been cooked to an amber color, the two plump cheeks glistening with oil, even more tempting. Ding the Fool placed Li Qian's buttocks on the table, right next to her terrified head. He poked Li Qian's buttocks with a knife, easily cutting open the delicate skin to reveal the fragrant fat and thick buttocks. Ding the Fool's mouth watered at the sight, and he reached out and tore off a piece of buttocks, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it heartily. As he chewed on the fragrant, juicy buttocks, he reached out his greasy hand and pinched Li Qian's cheek, saying, "Hehehe, wife, your butt smells so good, so delicious. Hehe, even better than Yang Ergou's fat sheep." He chuckled foolishly as he spoke, completely oblivious to the grease splattering onto Li Qian's face. If Li Qian knew this in the afterlife, she would probably curse this fool.
Ding the Fool kept scooping Li Qian's beautiful flesh from the pot and devouring it. Beautiful flesh paired with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) was definitely the most delicious New Year's Eve dinner he had ever eaten in his life. Only when his belly was round and full did Ding the Fool let out a satisfied burp and lie down on the bed to fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Li Qian's husband, Li Xinhua, frantically searched for his wife, who hadn't returned home all night. Passing by Ding Shazi's dilapidated kiln, he saw a pile of hearts, livers, and intestines hanging out to dry like clothes. He thought to himself that Ding Shazi must have stolen another fat sheep for a feast, and his wife would be busy again when she returned. However, he was too anxious to find his missing wife to pay any attention to the simple-minded beggar.
As evening approached, some villagers noticed something was amiss and went to investigate Ding Shazi's kiln. What they saw made several timid villagers collapse to the ground. Scattered throughout the kiln were several pieces of women's clothing, and in a large iron pot burning with charcoal, some scattered bones and chunks of meat were simmering. A tattered bowl, chipped in several places, held half a half-eaten breast. A filthy chopstick was shoved into the cooked nipple like a steamed bun. Hanging starkly white human leg on the cave wall, and on the table lay Li Qian's beautiful head, its expression a mixture of terror and resentment. The hairy lump in her mouth was, of course, a woman's genitals.
Needless to say, the scraps drying on the bamboo pole by the door belonged to Li Qian. As for the cave's owner, the simpleton Ding, he was fast asleep in his bed. On his bed lay the severed foot of Li Qian's white sock, now stained with patches of yellowish filth from his filthy semen. The other foot, still clutched in his hand, had been gnawed away, leaving only half a foot.
The villagers hurriedly called the police, and Ding the Fool was quickly taken away. Ding the Fool confessed to his crime of murder and cooking the body. As for his motive, he said, "My wife wanted to run away, wanted to be with another man, so I killed her." Secretary Yu, who had originally planned to keep Li Qian as his mistress, looked at the police file and cursed his bad luck
. A beautiful young woman had been killed and eaten by a fool. This was truly a disaster. Not only was the young beauty dead, but such a heinous crime during the Spring Festival would likely tarnish his political record.
Under Secretary Yu's arrangement, Li Qian's murder case was ultimately handled discreetly. The villagers of Lijia Village didn't react much; it simply provided them with more gossip. When scaring outsiders, they often said, "In that dilapidated cave at the village entrance, a policewoman was raped and murdered on New Year's Eve, and then cooked and eaten." However, if a few bad boys got together and talked about it, they would often add, "Damn, that policewoman's legs were so white, her pubic hair was so thick, and her flesh smelled so good!"
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