[The Hanging Gardens Murder Case] Fanfiction: 2 (Female Nurse)

[Hanging Gardens Murder Case] Fanfiction: 2 (Female Nurse) 　　Author 　　:
Audience 　　Published February 19 　　,
2018 　　First 　　Published
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**************** ... Ultimately , I could only 　　connect 　　the parts that could be extended after finishing Kong Yanyan, namely the little nurse and the other characters in the story . As a result… writing this story ten days before the Spring Festival went relatively smoothly, but 　　the second part became just as difficult as writing Kong Yanyan. And judging from the current situation, it will 　　take at least five chapters to finish this short story… And I have a tendency to lose my touch once I stop writing, so I can only rush to 　　continue writing after the holiday. But right now, even with the character relationships, I still 　　have absolutely no idea about methods of humiliation; it feels like I'm just making trouble for myself. 　　Okay, that's all for now. Thank you all for your support… especially to my niche friends. And, please 　　help with the formatting, moderator. Thank you. 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Zhou Yi, who had been chatting and laughing with everyone, stiffened slightly, but 　　quickly pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Big stars, of course they have a lot of fans." 　　"Exactly, like our Director Zhao, he's a die-hard fan of Kong Yanyan. He goes to her ward every night 　　to watch over her." 　　"Really?" " 　　Didn't you know? It's an open secret in the whole hospital." 　　"Wow, Director Zhao, that's impossible! He's so arrogant, cool and handsome, practically a domineering doctor. 　　So many people in our hospital are after him, and he's a die-hard fan of Kong Yanyan?" 　　"That's why you say, one thing subdues another. Little Zhou, don't you think?" 　　"Hmm?... Ah, yes." 　　The young nurse absentmindedly read, watching the package being carried into Kong Yanyan's ward. 　　Dr. Zhao, dressed in a neat white coat, stood at the ward door like a cold scalpel. She 　　pursed her lips slightly, her heart filled once again with a feeling as if her own heart had been ripped out and was being tormented on fire, a 　　feeling worse than death. 　　Why, why would you love a woman who is unconscious so much? Yet you 　　wouldn't even glance at me, who is so close? 　　In the corridor, people came and went, medical staff changed shifts during lunchtime, and patients went for a walk in the garden. Zhou Yi 　　silently parted ways with Liu Xiangwen and Lu Diyu, pretending to have something to do, and stayed at the ward door. 　　Inside the room, a huge celebrity poster was taken out of a package and placed on the bedside table, almost taking up 　　half the wall. In the photo, Kong Yanyan, who was probably attending a charity event, was wearing a white fitted 　　dress, with beautiful air curls, bright eyes and white teeth, a pleasant smile, raising a snow-white 　　right arm, her large, bright eyes full of spirit and liveliness, as if they could speak. 　　This was the most beautiful, pretty, and moving moment of this woman. 　　"Look, Yan Yan, this is the charity poster you took at the fundraising event. It even has your signature on it. 　　You don't know, do you? I was one of the lucky ones. Hehe, Yan Yan, you've done so much for those children. You're 　　such a good person, why can't you wake up... Hehe, I'm so stupid. I'm a doctor, I can't cure you, 　　yet I asked such a foolish question." Dr. Zhao, wearing a white coat, silently looked at the poster until the movers 　　left, then turned to the actress lying on the hospital bed and spoke softly. Her 　　gentle words expressed her deep concern. Every time Zhou Yi heard Dr. Zhao 　　speak to Kong Yan Yan like this, she felt an urge to plunge a scalpel into Kong Yan Yan's chest. Why? Why would you 　　love a woman who isn't even chaste? Yet you won't even glance at me? 　　She stood quietly outside the VIP ward, her heart filled with sorrow as she watched Dr. Zhao kneel beside 　　Kong Yanyan's bedside, wanting to hold Kong Yanyan's delicate hands, to kiss them, to touch them, to… But this doctor 　　, who had personally operated on Kong Yanyan, and who could be said to have touched this beautiful body lying on the bed inside and out 　　, at this moment, couldn't even bear to touch Kong Yanyan's body. It was as if, as if in 　　his mind, this woman was somehow more noble. 　　Noble? What's so noble about her? You don't know, you don't know, you don't… 　　"Hey, Dr. Zhao and Miss Kong are such a perfect couple!" 　　Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out beside her. The young nurse, who was intently watching the scene in the ward, was 　　startled and quickly turned around. It was an old man, a handyman at the hospital, who had somehow appeared 　　beside her, also looking at the ward and saying, "Hey, what a pity, she's just lying there like that, waking up…"

"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known how good Dr. Zhao was to her."
"Nurse Zhou, don't you think so?"
"Yes...it's such a pity." Zhou Yi felt a pang of displeasure, but she didn't know what to say, so she simply
replied.
"Ah, it's such a pity that such a good person as Director Zhao is wasted. These days, it's hard to find such a devoted man."
"Nurse Zhou, what do you think would happen if Dr. Zhao did something to Miss Kong right now?"
"Hmm..." For a moment, Zhou Yi barely understood what the old man was saying, but the next second, when she
understood what he meant, "What did you say?" she immediately raised her voice an octave and questioned the old handyman
, "What are you saying? What did you say about Dr. Zhao?"
"No, nothing, I was just joking." The old handyman outside the door seemed not to have expected Zhou Yi's strong
reaction, and quickly waved his hands, saying with an embarrassed smile, "I was just saying, just saying, how could Director Zhao
possibly..."
"What? Don't you have anything better to do?" But before he could finish speaking, Dr. Zhao from inside the ward had already
walked to the door, glaring at the two of them with an icy expression.
For a moment, neither of them knew what to say. The old handyman bowed and scraped, apologizing profusely,
while the young nurse, her face flushed with anger, was so captivated by Dr. Zhao that she forgot where she was. But...
"Zhao..."
"If there's nothing else, go and organize the medical records at the nurses' station. In the middle of the day, don't you know this is
a special ward area? Are all the patients the director is currying favor with?"
The young chief physician, extremely dissatisfied with the hospital's special patient care system, snorted coldly and
closed the ward door before Zhou Yi could finish speaking. In an instant, the stark contrast was 　　striking
. The woman lying in the hospital bed received Dr. Zhao's attentive care, while
she... Zhou Yi stared at the closed door, and at that moment, she could see Kong Yanyan's beautiful eyes tightly closed, her face unconscious. A surge of hatred filled her heart... 　　"Heh heh, I told you! Look, Director Zhao is with Miss Kong all day. If he took advantage of her not knowing, he might 　　do something like that." " 　　What nonsense are you spouting?" Seeing Dr. Zhao return to the ward, the old handyman , who had been bowing and scraping 　　moments before, immediately reverted to his snobbish manner, clicking his teeth as he muttered. Zhou Yi almost immediately lost her temper 　　, clenching her fists and shouting at him in a low voice, "How could Dr. Zhao do such a thing?" 　　the young nurse said angrily, almost venting all her displeasure on the old handyman 　　. 　　The old handyman chuckled twice more, scratching his head with feigned embarrassment. "It was just a joke. 　　Nurse Zhou, what do you think would happen if someone actually did something to Miss Kong while she was unconscious?" 　　"What do you mean, 'what would happen'? How could such a thing possibly happen?" Finally, the nurse, unable to hold back any longer, completely exploded 　　—though still keeping her voice low—scolding, "What do you mean by that? Are you trying to ruin 　　our hospital's reputation? Do you want to quit?" 　　She glared at him coldly, her condescending tone almost making her want to call their boss and have him fire the 　　old man. 　　"Hehe, no, I was just chatting casually. Hehe, just gossip, just gossip." The old handyman 　　quickly took half a step back, but still had that face that Zhou Yi hated, spewing out a mouthful 　　of foul stench like a cesspool, "I was just thinking... what if? For example, what if someone 　　does something to Miss Kong every night when no one is looking?" 　　"There's 24-hour surveillance in the VIP ward, okay? And there are nurses watching over her at night 　　!" 　　Zhou Yi was so angry she could barely speak, panting heavily, completely unaware that this Su... well, actually she 　　didn't even know the old handyman's name, had no idea what he was up to, or why he was so fixated on 　　this issue. No, more accurately, she instinctively felt that the old handyman might know something. No, 　　impossible, she was very careful every night, even Dr. Zhao hadn't noticed, how could this old handyman know? 　　Her face turned deathly pale with anger, her pearly white teeth biting her pink lips, then gently parting them 　　. Sweat beaded on her forehead from tension and fear, and her fists clenched tightly. She truly couldn't imagine what would happen if others, especially 　　Dr. Zhao, found out, but how could… 　　"Hehe, I was just saying. Think about it, if someone actually did that, poking Miss Kong with something 　　, and managed to wake her up, hehehehe…" 　　For a moment, Zhou Yi's mind was a jumbled mess. She looked at the old man, a head taller than her, 　　at his wrinkled, chiseled face, his yellow teeth, and the way he 　　gestured with his hands, his thick index finger poking and prodding into the ring formed by the fingers of his other hand. 　　"Why don't we go ask Dr. Zhao? What would happen if that really happened?" 　　The old man continued to grip the broom and dustpan handles, his rough fingers rubbing the metal grips 　　as he chuckled. Zhou Yi felt a wave of dizziness and almost fell—in fact, for a long time 　　afterward, she couldn't remember how she followed the old man out of the corridor and into the storage room. No, she 　　clearly remembered the scene: in that cluttered room, the old man took out an old-fashioned flip phone. 　　On the small screen, a clear 　　picture of a woman in a nurse's uniform and a patient lying on a bed was displayed. 　　The woman in the nurse's uniform barely showed her face, but in every side profile photo, it was 　　clear that it was herself. She saw herself holding an exaggerated vibrator, making lewd kissing gestures, and even 　　using that thing to penetrate the woman's lower body. The woman on the hospital bed had a pair of 　　enviable, long, straight, and fair skin that seemed to drip with moisture, without a single blemish 　　or spot. 　　She looked at the photos of herself, watching herself using that big thing to penetrate a woman's clitoris. There was another photo 　　where she was turned over, her white, plump buttocks facing outwards, her face resting on the hospital bed, kneeling on the bed with her legs bent 　　, being penetrated from behind with something.

In the photo, the woman's buttocks were round and perky, white and plump like a pear, while she herself
wore a disdainful sneer, holding that thing between her legs—yes, even today, she could still remember 　　how the tears streaming from the poor, popular actress's eyes soaked through the blanket in front of her
when she tortured Kong Yanyan in this doggy-style position . 　　And now, it seemed that the woman about to cry had become herself. 　　"Hey, hey, Nurse Zhou, what are you doing? Such a good thing, shouldn't Director Zhao see it?" 　　Zhou Yi's head spun, and she instinctively tried to grab the phone. "Hey, Nurse Zhou, Nurse Zhou, 　　how about we call Miss Kong's agent or the police? Or the hospital director?" But how 　　could she grab it? The old handyman blocked Zhou Yi with one hand, holding up the phone and shouting. 　　"What...what do you want?" At that moment, Zhou Yi's mind was a chaotic mess, like a million alpacas stampeding 　　through her head. She didn't even know what she was saying or thinking. She didn't ask how the photos were 　　taken; she just blurted out, "You want money, don't you?" 　　"Money? Nurse Zhou, do you have any money?" 　　"I..." For a moment, Zhou Yi was speechless. Yes, as a nurse, her salary was decent, 　　but it certainly wasn't much. But... 　　"If I wanted money, I could sell this to that top paparazzo or Miss Kong's agent and 　　get more than you, right?" 　　"Then...what do you want to do?" Zhou Yi's mind was a mess, her heart was pounding like a drum, and she felt 　　like she was suffocating. "Oh, right, you want to...?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, "You want to 　　sleep with Kong Yanyan? Okay... I can help you." 　　"Haha, Little Zhou, you're really thoughtful, knowing that this old man has been in jail for over thirty years, and all he thinks about 　　is women. But sleeping with the big star Kong, tsk tsk, you said it, right? There are 24-hour cameras in her room. 　　Even if I, like you, cover the cameras with something every time, wouldn't that make us accomplices 　　? Wouldn't this make me the bad guy?" 　　"What did you say? I didn't!" Zhou Yi cried out in a panic, not quite understanding the meaning behind his words 　　. 　　"Yes, I know you're not, but what you've done is even worse than simply taking advantage of Miss Kong. You know 　　how to wake her up, but you didn't tell Director Zhao. If Director Zhao finds out, hehehehe..." 　　The old man continued to laugh wickedly, watching the nurse gradually give up her resistance. He pressed his body 　　against her, inching closer until she was pressed against the storage room wall, his mouth almost 　　touching her face as he said, "I know, Little Zhou, you like Director Zhao. Director Zhao is so handsome. If I 　　were a woman, I would definitely like him too. I've been there, I understand, I understand..." 　　"Then, what do you want?" Finally, under the pressure of the old handyman, the young nurse 　　completely gave up her resistance—no, it should be said that she was completely at a loss for what to do, almost crying as she spoke 　　. 　　Yes, she absolutely could not let Dr. Zhao know, not only Dr. Zhao, but also Kong Yanyan's agent, and everyone else 　　. If this matter were exposed, she would definitely go to jail, and the thought of this possibility almost made Zhou Yi 　　collapse. Yes, she had every reason to abuse, torment, and bully Kong Yanyan. After all, she had stolen 　　Dr. Zhao's love from her. But, no matter what, she didn't want to 　　go to jail for this… no, at least not for Kong Yanyan. 　　The old handyman pressed a large hand against the wall, looking at the young nurse he had forced against it. Her 　　alluring, helpless expression, her upturned face, her long, curled eyelashes glistening with 　　tears, her small, cute nose twitching, her slightly parted pink lips, her breasts hidden 　　beneath her pink and white nurse's uniform like two small steamed buns, and her long, beautiful legs peeking out from under her uniform 　　. 　　He unconsciously licked his lips and chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. 　　I've been in jail for over thirty years, I'm over sixty, I've long since reached the end of my life, I don't care about money. But 　　, you know, some men's things, even after death, might not be gone." 　　"How about this, Xiao Zhou, I can keep this secret for you, as long as you become my girlfriend." 　　"What? No way!" The young nurse, almost fainting from the old handyman's bad breath, suddenly opened her eyes and shook her 　　head. 　　"Don't be so loud, do you want people to hear?" the old man quickly shouted, glancing outside the door. Zhou Yi 　　also quickly looked in that direction. Then, the old man continued to smile wickedly, pressing his body tightly against 　　Zhou Yi, sticking out his tongue, practically millimeters away from the nurse's face. His hot breath 　　hit Zhou Yi's face, and his saliva almost dripped onto her cheek. The nurse 　　couldn't help but close her eyes again, furrow her brows, press her hands against the wall behind her, stand on tiptoe, lean back, and turn her head to the side. Her shapely 　　buttocks and pink back, encased in her pink and white nurse's uniform, were pressed against the wall without a gap. She huddled up and 　　said, "No, I can't, I like... I like Dr. Zhao..." 　　"Tch, what do you mean by 'like' or 'don't like'? Which man doesn't say he likes something, but actually just wants to have sex?" 　　"No, I can give you money..." Zhou Yi continued, her eyes closed, shaking her head, almost crying 　　as she tried to push the old handyman away from her. But 　　how could she push him away from this skinny old man, who was as strong as an ox? 　　"Hey, how about this? You become my girlfriend, and I won't let you suffer. In the hospital, we 　　'll still keep it a secret, just like before, okay?" The old man continued, sticking out his tongue, trying to intimidate Zhou Yi, making a small 　　concession. 　　This time, Zhou Yi didn't speak, just kept shaking her head. Truly, at this moment, she couldn't 　　think of anything else. She had worried about being discovered, but she never imagined it would turn out 　　like this, especially by this old handyman, someone who had spent over thirty years in prison... This doctor...

"What's wrong with the hospital management? How could they let such social scum into the hospital!"
She tilted her head back, biting her lips, her small hands clenched into fists, pushing against the old man's withered chest and shoulders,
sobbing helplessly, lost, collapsing, and desperately, looking utterly pitiful. Her snow-white neck
appeared even more slender and alluring with each sob, making the old handyman's heart itch; he wished he could
immediately take off his pants and have his way with this little slut.
"Hey, this won't work, that won't work, so why don't I just tell Director Zhao directly?" Seeing that Zhou Yi
still wouldn't agree, the old handyman simply picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Director Zhao?"
In an instant, Zhou Yi opened her eyes, looking at the old handyman in horror, looking at the phone in his hand. The old handyman
stared smugly at the nurse, watching her shake her head, preventing him from making the call. 'How about it
?' "Should I tell Zhao Feng about this?" "
No, no." Zhou Yi shook her head frantically, her tear-filled eyes filled with despair and pleading, her
slightly parted lips seeming to utter a sound.
"Hello? This is Zhao Feng, and who are you?"
No, no…
When she heard Zhao Feng's voice on the phone, Zhou Yi completely broke down. Finally, she could only
close her eyes again, sobbing, her delicate, snow-white throat trembling slightly. She slowly nodded, her
snow-white arms hanging limply. "I agree… I agree… No, don't tell
Dr. Zhao…
" "Is it okay? Tell him."
"I promise you… I promise you…" The poor little nurse cried, her body, leaning against the wall
, slowly sliding down as if her bones had been removed.
"Dr. Zhao, your mom's calling you home for dinner."
The old handyman chuckled coldly twice. After hearing Zhao Feng's "crazy" on the other end of the phone, he closed
the phone and looked smugly at the young nurse kneeling on the ground.
"Heh, so you kids are the best. You know this old man is too old for excitement,
so you have to treat him first."
The old man wiped his drool as he spoke, touching the young nurse's face and chin, making her look up
at him. He then used his other hand, which was holding the phone, to unbuckle his belt.
Zhou Yi looked up helplessly, her small face flushed with emotion and tears in the dim, dusty light. Her
lightly made-up face, untouched by the tears, appeared even more delicate
and fair. Her full lips, round and luscious, and her small nose opening and closing with each sob,
were framed by tear-streaked eyes. Her long, shapely legs, visible from beneath her nurse's uniform, were bent in a pigeon-toed position as she knelt on
the floor, her heels pointing towards the wall. She looked like a helpless doll, both adorable and alluring.
The gaunt old man played with Zhou Yi's face, his rough thumb, its nails like tungsten wire
, parting her lips as if examining livestock, rubbing each of her pearly white
teeth.
"..." The poor nurse trembled, unable to bear the thought of her future fate and
everything that was happening now. She sobbed,
"Come on, while no one's around, give this old man a blowjob. Tonight, I'll take you out for something good to eat,
to nourish you, and then we'll have some fun. Hey, Xiao Zhou, not to criticize you, but girls these days are too obsessed with beauty
. Unlike us back then, a full figure was considered beautiful."
The old man pulled his penis out of his pants and thrust the glans towards Zhou Yi's small mouth.
The nurse, collapsing to the ground, continued to sob, feeling as if everything before her was a nightmare. Yes,
it was a nightmare, like those dreams she had before that had been discovered. Although it was terrifying, horrifying, and
she couldn't wake up even when she told herself it was a nightmare, it all felt real. But as long as it all
ended, as long as she opened her eyes, she would wake up, she would wake up from this nightmare.
She continued sobbing, shaking her head, her snow-white nurse's cap swaying as she dodged the old man's stinking
member. His circumcised penis, like a limp red radish, hung limply
, its small, red glans barely the length of his fist, held in his hand.
The old handyman kept poking Zhou Yi's small mouth with his own penis, her fair, smooth cheeks streaked with tears. The young
nurse raised her pink arm again, pushing the old man's body away, resisting, whimpering, her
lips tightly pressed together, trying to get up, constantly telling herself it was all a nightmare, all a nightmare. But…
"What? You want me to call Director Zhao again?"
But when the old man pulled out his trump card again, taking out his phone…
"Waaah..." Zhou Yi finally couldn't resist any longer and opened her eyes. Her eyes were so
heartbreaking as she looked at the stinking thing hanging in front of her, a thing reeking of old man's urine
. "No...no..." she pleaded in a weak, mosquito-like voice.
"Then give me a good blowjob."
"What? Still not willing? If you don't want to, there's nothing I can do. But lunch break is almost over.
If you can't get back and Dr. Zhao finds out, hehehehehe."
The old man continued to threaten, using his penis to tease Zhou Yi's small mouth. Zhou Yi's mind was a mess.
Her red, swollen eyes, soaked with tears, reflected the old man's ugly thing. She turned her head away, letting the old man's penis
scrape and rub against her lips and face. She wanted to scream, to shout, to push the old man away and
run out of the storage room. Footsteps echoed outside, followed by the sounds of conversation as lunch break was ending. "Hey, I really
didn't expect that even with so few fans, Director Zhao still paid for such a huge photo himself." "That's
not just a photo; I heard it has Kong Yanyan's autograph on it. It's a poster from a charity fundraising event she attended;
it's very expensive." "No way!"
In the corridor, colleagues gossiped about their idols and other women, their words like cold
scalpels piercing their hearts. A dirty, smelly old man poked his penis into his mouth, wanting her...
She was giving him oral sex, while her boyfriend loved another woman. "Oh God, why, why did this happen to me
?" Zhou Yi sobbed desperately, kneeling on the ground, silently repeating the same thought.
Everything, everything, became a blur. Zhou Yi couldn't remember how the old man had threatened her
to open her lips—no, not open them, but the old man's penis was forced into her mouth. She kept
her lips tightly closed, making it impossible for the old man's penis to find its way in. It could only rub back and forth between her lips and teeth.
The stench of the old man's penis made her feel nauseous, almost vomiting, and her stomach churned
.
"Waaah...waaah..."
"Hurry up, open your mouth, hurry up!" the old handyman shouted anxiously, looking at the little
nurse he had squeezed in the corner, her face streaked with tears, shaking her head, his penis pressed against her white
teeth between her lips. Her small mouth was so soft, her pearly teeth sharp, yet she wouldn't let him in. Later, in his haste
, he simply reached in with both hands, pinching her chin to force her mouth open, and shoved his penis
inside.
At that moment, when his penis finally entered the nurse's small mouth,
the feeling of her warm, moist lips and her wet, warm mouth enveloping his penis was excruciating. The nurse, overwhelmed by the old man's stinky penis,
was almost fainting from its stench, sobbing uncontrollably, instinctively pushing it out with her tongue,
but this only further stimulated the old man's movements.
"Ugh... glug... glug..."
"Yes, yes, that's it. You're such a good girl these days, unlike the girls back then who
didn't know anything. Yes, use your tongue more, use it a little... huff..." The old man
thrust his penis into the nurse's mouth, his pants sliding down to reveal two thin, dark buttocks. With each movement of his hips
, he moved, as if using Zhou Yi's mouth as a toilet, holding her head and
rocking it back and forth.
"Ugh..." Zhou Yi whimpered, feeling the old man's penis in her mouth, as if by magic
, gradually growing larger and swollen, from just squeezing into the front of her mouth to almost
touching the base of her tongue, pushing towards the back of her throat.
"Ugh... gurgle... gurgle..." She gagged instinctively, tears and snot
streaming down her face. Clear saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and onto her chin. At that moment, for reasons she didn't know, she
suddenly remembered that she had to go to work in the afternoon and couldn't get her nurse's uniform dirty. So she put her
hands under her chin to catch the saliva.
"Ugh... gurgle... gurgle... gurgle..." The old man pressed Zhou Yi's head down, his thin waist and hips
like a pile driver, thrusting wildly into the nurse's small mouth, making her cheeks bulge from the side. He felt
her soft, curling tongue pushing against the head of his penis, the warm, moist sensation of it being filled.
His penis reached all the way to the back of her throat, and then, through a tight little opening, he
pushed it further inside.
"Ugh... gurgle... gurgle..." Tears welled up in the young nurse's beautiful eyes as she struggled
to push, but even so, the old handyman's penis couldn't fully penetrate Zhou Yi's mouth. With each thrust,
the pubic hair at the base of the man's penis pricked Zhou Yi's fair, flushed face, lips, and nose, making her face
red and painful, as if it had been rubbed by hand.
"Hurry up, open wider, take it all in. Damn it, have you never been sucked before?" The old handyman held Zhou Yi's
head, muttering in dissatisfaction that his penis couldn't fully enter the nurse's mouth
. But in reality, just the sensation of his penis being swallowed by her warm, wet mouth, barely reaching her throat, was enough
to irritate him. After only a minute or two, he ejaculated a stream of yellowish semen into the nurse
's mouth.
In that instant, as the old man's cold semen shot into her mouth, the suffocating feeling—no,
not suffocation, but rather the sensation of it rushing into her trachea—caused an unbearable, violent cough, the white semen
dripping from her mouth and into her palm.
"Hoo hoo...that was great, much better than those street prostitutes."
"Cough cough...cough cough..."
After who knows how many years, the old man, having finally gotten another free round, chuckled with lingering satisfaction. He
pulled his penis out of the nurse's mouth, rubbed the glans on her tear-streaked, delicate face,
and smeared the remaining semen on her cheeks. Then, he put on a kind old man's expression and
said softly to the nurse, "Alright, consider this a deposit, proving you're willing to be my girlfriend. Be good,
I'm not a bad person, I won't bully you. Remember to dress up nicely tonight...just wear
the dress you wore to the year-end party, dress up beautifully, and I'll take you out for a good meal."
"Hehe, who would have thought that someone as old as me, Su Mali, could still have such a beautiful girlfriend
?" He even wiped her face with his hand before pulling up his pants, fastening his belt, picking up a broom and dustpan, and
checking the corridor for anyone else as he opened the door before walking out.
In the cluttered storage room, the young nurse knelt alone on the dirty floor.
The front of her pink and white nurse's uniform was stained with specks of clear saliva. Her red, swollen eyes were lifeless, desperate, and disheveled
as she stared at the mess before her. A slurred white liquid slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth, like
a dead person sitting there, sobbing.
Why, why, why… I only like Dr. Zhao, why has it turned out
like this? Waaah, is it wrong to like someone? Why, why is it like this! Waaah
…
To be continued…

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