[Modern Emotions] The Eerie Dead Leaf Butterfly

The dead leaf butterfly, scientifically known as *Nymphalus burmannii*, is a world-renowned mimicry butterfly. Its wings are the color of dead leaves on the underside. When at rest, a dark brown horizontal line runs from the apex of the forewing to the anal angle of the hindwing, along with several diagonal lines, resembling leaf veins. When its wings are folded together and it rests on a tree branch, it is difficult to distinguish it from the withered leaves of a broad-leaved tree.

-- Encyclopedia

As the sun sets and the city lights begin to twinkle, Binhai, the most prosperous city in Jiangnan, transforms as usual. Shedding its daytime gasoline-smelling work clothes, it dons a neon-lit evening gown, instantly presenting a completely different, enchanting and charming scene.

Like all other rapidly developing cities, Binhai also has a kind of noise that seems unchanging day and night: the construction sites scattered throughout the city, emitting the same clamor day and night, racing against time to change the city's appearance.

But nothing is absolute. The commotion at the residential construction site in the northeast corner of Binhai City tonight seemed destined to be different from usual.

A cool night breeze blew by, causing Lao Liang, a cement worker squatting on a cement bag in the northeast corner of the site, to shiver and instinctively wrap his dirty coat tighter.

Despite this, he didn't seem to have any intention of returning to the workers' shed. On the contrary, the cool night wind awakened his somewhat tired expression, allowing him to truly concentrate on carefully observing the situation at the construction site in the distance.

"Four people at the main gate, four people at the back gate, four people walking around the wall, there are warning tapes and cameras around the wall... Oh no! Look, it seems the boss is serious this time!" Lao Liang silently noted down the security situation at the construction site, then couldn't help but bite his lip and mutter in a panic.

It's no wonder Lao Liang was so scared. He was originally an honest farmer from the countryside, and he had never seen such a formidable presence back home—bodyguards in red vests, led by their boss, were going from one work shed to another. If it weren't for the fact that they were skilled workers, living alone in a relatively remote shed, allowing them time to move their belongings, they would have been caught just now.

Sigh, it was all because of the bad things they did on a whim, and now they'd come after them.

Lao Liang walked around the construction site again, finally sighing, and turned back to the work shed, dragging his slippers.

"How is it? How is it? Zhu Zi, do we... do we have a chance to escape?" As soon as Lao Liang entered, the bricklayer Lao Gong jumped out of bed and strode over to Lao Liang, bombarding him with questions.

Another migrant worker, Lao Liu, who had been sitting next to Lao Gong eating noodles, also came over with a furrowed brow and a tense expression, holding his instant noodles.

Old Liang looked at Old Gong, then at Old Liu, sighed, and said, "Sigh—no chance. The boss's bodyguards have blocked off the entire construction site. Not even a bird could fly out, let alone a person. It seems the boss won't let this go until he catches the thief." Old Gong was even more honest than Old Liang. Hearing that escape was hopeless, he was so frightened that he plopped down on the ground, staring blankly at the yellow earth for a moment. Then he sprang up, pointing at Old Liang's nose and shouting, "Meng! It's all your fault! All you ever do is keep saying you have to buy that! You have to buy that! And

now look what happened? That thing has trapped us all! Tell me! What are we going to do now?" "Old Liu! How can you blame me?! When I said I wanted to buy that..." "Weren't you jumping up and down in celebration too? What, now that something's happened, you're blaming me? Did you even...?" "I, I think none of the three of us are at fault. The one at fault is Lao Zheng. He stole the money! He spent it! Now that he's run away, that's his problem, it has nothing to do with us!" Seeing that Lao Liang and Lao Liu were about to start arguing, Lao Liu quickly tried to smooth things over. But to his surprise, his words were immediately echoed by Lao Liang and Lao Liu—"That's right! When Lao Zheng went out, I said he should just buy something worth four or five hundred yuan, but he insisted on buying something worth hundreds of thousands. I thought he was joking, but I never expected him to steal money from the boss. Now look what's happened, he's run away, leaving us all here. That bastard Lao Zheng!" Lao Liang shouted angrily, pointing at the roof of the workers' shed.

"Right, it has nothing to do with the three of us. As long as the boss finds out about us, we'll pin it on Lao Zheng. As soon as that bastard Lao Zheng comes back, we'll..." Lao Gong paused, his face full of worry, and said, "Zhu Zi, do you think that bastard Lao Zheng will come back?" Lao Liang was speechless at Lao Gong's words. Indeed, judging from the current situation, Lao Zheng coming back would be like walking into a trap. Lao Zheng wasn't stupid; he wouldn't do something so foolish. And if Lao Zheng didn't come back, the boss and his bodyguards would eventually find out about the three of them again, and then it would be their turn to take the blame.

Thinking of this, Lao Liang shuddered with fear, but he still comforted himself, saying, "It's...it's okay, Lao Gong, didn't you say that if the boss finds out about us, we'll pin it on Lao Zheng, it has nothing to do with us?" "But...but the problem is that the thing is with us now." Lao Gong said with a worried look, "I've read in storytelling that in ancient times it was called...it seems like it was called harboring stolen goods, and it was punishable by association." Lao Liang was stunned for a moment, and then his hair stood on end again.

Although Lao Liang was uneducated and didn't know anything about the law, he had heard the old folks talk about being punished for harboring stolen goods. The thought of being executed along with Lao Zheng made Lao Liang feel extremely angry and aggrieved.

But now that the mistake had been made, it was too late for regrets. So, Lao Liang forcibly suppressed his panic, closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Lao Liu, where...where did you hide that thing?" Lao Liu was stunned—"I hid it...in the cement warehouse behind the construction site. I hid it there as soon as I received it today. What...what happened?" Lao Liang didn't answer, but stood up and walked to the door of the workers' shed. He quietly peeked out and looked around. Finding no one around, he waved his hand towards the shed, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on, let's go check it out!" "What!" Old Gong jumped up immediately upon hearing this, then said angrily, "Old Liang, the boss is checking so strictly now! You still want to take it out to see?! Have you lost your mind?!" "You're the one who's lost your mind!" Old Liang retorted, then said seriously, "What do you know? Let's go take a look first. If we can return it, we'll return it. If we can't, we'll just hand it over to the boss. That way, we'll consider it turning ourselves in." Gong and Liu nodded in agreement, then mustered their courage and followed Old Liang towards the cement warehouse not far away. For some reason, although that thing had now become a source of trouble, the three grown men still felt a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing it soon... *** *** *** *** "Bang—" With a not-too-loud sound, the iron door of the cement warehouse was pushed open… "Keep your voice down, you idiot!" Old Liang turned and muttered a curse to Old Liu, who had opened the door, before turning on his flashlight and stepping into the dark cement warehouse.

The warehouse was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Wherever Old Liang's flashlight beam swept, there were bags of cement piled high, and the entire warehouse reeked of a pungent cement smell. However, this environment was already very familiar to Old Liang and the other two skilled workers.

"Where's that thing?"

Old Liang turned back and asked Old Liu nervously.

"It's behind that forklift,"

Old Liu said nervously, pointing to the forklift shrouded in darkness in the corner.

Old Liang pursed his lips, took his flashlight, and cautiously approached the forklift step by step. When he got to the forklift, he mustered up his courage and shone the flashlight inside. He was immediately stunned and exclaimed,

"My goodness, how can it be so big?"

Behind the forklift, there was a white cardboard box about the length of a person, shaped like a coffin. A red ribbon was wrapped around the box, like a wrapped Christmas present.

A coffin wrapped like a gift, placed in such a gloomy cement warehouse—the eerie and terrifying scene was unimaginable.

Old Liang swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and cautiously walked unsteadily to the white coffin. When he shone his flashlight on it, he gasped in shock and froze.

Old Liu and Old Gong, seeing this, thought something was wrong and quickly mustered their courage to investigate. Unexpectedly, when they saw the front of the coffin, they too were stunned. After a long pause, they finally let out a long sigh and exclaimed—"It's beautiful!"

Following their gaze, it became clear that the top of the white coffin wasn't actually white, but rather transparent, like transparent tape. Through this tape, one could see a graceful, elegant, and stunningly beautiful toy, like a goddess, lying languidly within the coffin—her curly black hair cascading naturally over her slender shoulders, her phoenix eyes lightly closed, obscuring her misty gaze, her beautiful face adorned with flawless, snow-white skin. Such a stunning beauty was something the three men, including Lao Liang, had never even dreamed of.

"Old... Old Liu, is this... is this really the sex toy that Lao Zheng bought back from Japan? It looks so real, we can't be mistaken, can we?" Lao Liang swallowed hard again, speaking excitedly.

"It should be this big box. It was mailed from the post office this morning. I was afraid someone would find it, so I hid it in the bushes next to the construction site gate. After the accident, I brought it here directly. Hmm? Look, there's an instruction manual here." As Old Liu spoke, he noticed a small notebook hanging next to the coffin. He picked it up, opened it, and read it word by word: "Eva No. 3 sex doll, number a1458, married woman meat...meat. Old Meng, what's the Japanese kanji for this?" Old Liang turned his head and looked at it with the flashlight. He also found it unfamiliar. After thinking for a while, he muttered:

"It looks like the character '便' (bian)..."

"It should be read as '肉、便、器' (rou, bian, qi),"

Old Gong said from the side, then scratched his head and looked at Liang Guodong in confusion:

"Meat toilet? What does that mean?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

Old Liang frowned and snorted coldly. Then his expression changed, and he said nervously:

"Never mind that for now, let's get this out of here quickly..." "Hey, who's in the warehouse!" Before Lao Liang could finish speaking, a loud shout came from outside the warehouse.

Lao Liang and his two companions turned around and were immediately shocked to see the head of the security section shining a flashlight into the warehouse.

Lao Liu was in charge of the cement warehouse, so Lao Liang gave him a wink. Lao Liu understood, laughed heartily, and walked out of the warehouse while waving hello. Lao Liang and Lao Gong, on the other hand, hid in the darkness of a corner of the warehouse.

"It's Lao Liu. What are you doing at the cement warehouse in the middle of the night?" "Nothing much. It's just that things haven't been going well at our construction site lately. And this cement warehouse is under my management. If a bag or two gets stolen, I'll have to pay for it. So I came to check." "Oh, is that so? No need, Lao Liu, you go back to sleep. Don't worry about me." "Okay, thank you. I'll go back to sleep now. You should get some rest too." The conversation outside the door gradually faded away. A little while later, Lao Liu came back into the warehouse.

"Has he gone far?"

Lao Liang asked anxiously.

Lao Liu nodded and said, "He's gone, but I can't guarantee he won't come back." After saying that, he glanced at the white coffin.

"Quick, Lao Liu, quickly carry her to the shed. It's not safe here anymore." After saying that, Lao Liang went to the warehouse door first and opened the door wider.

Old Liu took a deep breath, lifted the lid of the white coffin, grabbed the toy figure inside, and dashed out of the warehouse. The other two quickly closed the warehouse door and followed him... "Huff, huff—" The only sound in the silent shed was Old Liu's deep breathing.

Old Liang didn't turn around to look at him, but casually asked, "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. This thing seems heavier than when I moved it this morning." After saying that, all three of them focused their attention on the shapely toy figure on Old Liang's bed, and each of them swallowed hard.

It was dark in the warehouse earlier, and with the toy woman lying in the coffin, they couldn't see her clearly. Now, under the bright lights of the work shed, Lao Liang and the other two could finally see her in full—a shapely figure encased in a sexy black motorcycle suit, her full, high breasts pushing the suit's chest high, revealing a glimpse of alluring white cleavage through the neckline. Her long, slender legs were encased in brown patterned high boots, exceptionally captivating and dazzling.

"Wow, you know, those Japanese devils' stuff is just awful, they make it look like a real person," Lao Liu exclaimed excitedly, swallowing hard, as he rolled up his greasy sleeves, ready to reach out and touch her.

"Hey! Lao Liu, what are you trying to do?"

"What am I trying to do! This thing was bought with money Lao Zheng stole. Even if we turn ourselves in tomorrow, we might escape the death penalty, but we'll still face serious punishment, maybe even jail time. Since we're going to jail anyway, we might as well play with it for a bit before sending it back." Lao Liu's words immediately struck a chord with Lao Liang and the other man, so they nodded quickly. Lao Gong turned around, closed the door, and then rushed back, only to find Lao Liang and Lao Liu already caressing the toy's body.

"So smooth! This skin is so elastic, just like a real person."

Lao Liu pulled one of the toy's slender, beautiful thighs into his arms, stroking her elastic thigh through the motorcycle suit while excitedly exclaiming.

"Hmm, as expected of a sex toy worth hundreds of thousands, the feel is truly extraordinary. Look at these breasts, so soft they seem like they could squeeze water out of them." Old Liang leaned against the headboard, holding the toy's entire upper body in his arms. While inhaling the fragrance emanating from her long hair, he reached under her armpits and, through her motorcycle suit, cupped her two breasts in his hands, excitedly kneading and playing with them.

"Let's... let's take her clothes off before we play with her."

With that, Old Gong impatiently pulled down the zipper on the toy's chest, pulling it all the way down to her soft vulva, revealing a small tuft of pubic hair before stopping. The toy's chest and lower abdomen were instantly exposed.

Old Liang took a deep breath, grabbed the collar of the toy's clothes at the two breasts and yanked them left and right. The toy's two snow-white and plump breasts immediately sprang out from the motorcycle suit, and the pink nipples trembled up and down in the air, creating a charming look.

Upon seeing this, Old Liu couldn't contain himself any longer and reached out his greasy hand to grab it—"Wait!" Old Liang shouted, grabbing the half-naked toy and pulling it into his arms. Then, while kneading and playing with the toy's breasts, he said,

"We...we have to decide the order, we have to take turns!"

Old Liu nodded, gritted his teeth, and got down from the floor, anxiously saying, "Okay, that's it, take turns! The two who haven't had their turn yet stand guard outside. Come on, Old Gong, Old Liang, let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first." Old Liang pursed his lips, reluctantly releasing the toy's breasts, walked to the floor, clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth: "Come on, rock-paper-scissors!" *** *** *** *** "Haha, sorry, I was here first. You two wait outside for a bit, old brothers." With that, Old Liu slammed the door shut, leaving Old Liang and Old Gong outside.

The night was as dark as ink; the moon had been obscured by clouds, and the entire construction site was pitch black. The night wind seemed to grow even colder, and Old Liang and Old Gong, standing outside, couldn't help but shiver.

"Wow, this chick's ass is so white and perky! It feels so good! Haha! I'm coming!" Old Liu's excited shouts came from inside the house. Old Liang and Old Gong hurriedly rushed to the window of the work shed to look, but unfortunately, the construction site was working day and night, and the flying sand and dust covered the window with a thick layer of dust, making it impossible for the two of them to see anything inside. They could only anxiously press against the wall to listen for any sounds.

"Wow--this little hole is pink and tender, and so tight, it's really... ah--" Suddenly, there was no sound from inside the house. Old Gong seemed to sense something, turned around and went to the door of the work shed and banged on the door, shouting as he knocked:

"Old Liu! Are you done? If you're done, hurry up and get out! It's my turn!" Of the three of them, Old Gong was usually the most amiable, but today he had even started cursing. It seemed he was truly blinded by lust.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Old Liu, pulling up his pants and looking aggrieved, opened the door. Seeing Old Gong outside, he sneered and said sheepishly,

"Old Liu, seeing such a beautiful sex toy, I... I was too nervous just now. Could you wait a little longer, let me..." "Wait for what! Hurry up and get your dick out, it's my turn!" With that, Old Gong grabbed Old Liu's arm and pulled him out, then impatiently turned and went back into the shed, slamming the door shut.

"Damn! Old Liu, did you pee down there? There's such a big sticky puddle between her legs! Oh! Never mind, just go for it! Oh—!" Old Gong's excited shouts echoed from inside again. This time, it was Old Liu and Old Liang's turn to climb up the wall.

Old Gong seemed to be far superior to Old Liu in some way. He didn't experience premature ejaculation due to excitement, and his performance lasted longer, resulting in more shouts of excitement than Old Liu's—"Wang Cuiyun! You slut! I'll fuck you to pieces today! Fuck you to pieces—!" Old Gong's hysterical shouts of excitement echoed from inside the room. Old Liang, who was outside the window, was taken aback and turned to Old Liu, asking in bewilderment—"Old Liu, who is this Wang Cuiyun that Old Gong is shouting about?" "His ex-wife. She ran away because he was poor. Hehe, it seems this old bastard is now venting his lust on this sex toy." Old Liu explained with a sly smile. Sure enough, accompanied by the violent friction of the wire bed, Old Gong's excited shouts grew increasingly frenzied—"Wow—this sex toy's genitals actually squirted when I penetrated it! That's amazing! Is this sex toy, like the mechanical crane I use, also artificial intelligence? Those Japanese devils are just lousy when they make things! Damn it—!" "Wow! This sex toy's body is actually spasming! It's amazing, oh--!" Old Gong shouted wildly, making the wire bed rub even louder. After about twenty minutes, the lewd symphony in the room finally subsided... "Click--" As the door of the shed opened, Old Gong, like Old Liu, also pulled up his pants and walked out. However, unlike Old Liu, Old Gong looked very pleased. He said with a smug look, "It's so good, so AI-powered. With such a sex toy, who would want a real woman?" Old Liang, like Old Liu, completely ignored Old Gong's secret pleasure, pushed him aside, and rushed 　　into the room

impatiently . 　　After he closed the door, the room was immediately filled with a lewd, sweaty smell. Old Liang turned his head to look at the bed and was instantly stunned—after being ravaged by two grown men, the "beauty toy" on the wire bed had lost its former clean and white appearance. Her once snow-white body was now covered in bruises and filth. 　　The black motorcycle suit she wore was stained with whitish-yellow semen stains, hanging down her slender white waist, and emitting a pungent, fishy odor. 　　Her entire beautiful upper body was exposed to the air, her snow-white, full breasts and smooth, white abdomen covered with bright red scratches. Especially her snow-white breasts, around the two bright red nipples, were rings of bite marks. 　　Her two slender, long legs were brazenly spread apart. Although her lower body was still encased in her motorcycle suit, the fabric at the crotch of the "beauty toy" had a hole torn, covered by a large patch of thick, white semen, making it impossible for Lao Liang to see the shape of her genitals. 　　Seeing the "beauty toy" ravaged like this, Lao Liang's previously burning lust was somewhat extinguished. He frowned, turned around, picked up the kettle from under the dining table, and slowly poured hot water into a washbasin. Then he picked up a towel—he really had no mood to play with the "beauty toy" until it was clean… *** *** *** *** "Mmm--This feels so good! I never knew stepping on a toy's breasts felt so good!" Old Liang sat naked on the bed, his bare buttocks and thighs spread wide. Beneath him squatted the stunningly beautiful toy. After Old Liang's cleaning, the toy's body had returned to its original fair appearance. The toy's naked, snow-white body squatted between Old Liang's legs. Old Liang, like a child, pulled the toy's jade hand to hold his penis and stroked it up and down. At the same time, his filthy old feet stepped on the toy's snow-white and tender breasts, using his toes to pinch the toy's cherry-red nipples and stomp on her plump and tender breasts. 　　"Hehe, ordinary women wouldn't let me do this. Come on, beauty, lick my old feet." With that, Old Liang stomped his foot on the toy's pretty face, and simultaneously used his calloused big toe to pry open her cherry lips and stick them into her mouth, swirling the saliva inside. At the same time, Old Liang's other foot unceremoniously slipped between the toy's snow-white legs, teasing her clitoris with his toes. 　　Strangely enough, this toy seemed to have a life of its own; after Old Liang put his toes in her mouth, she actually knew to move her tongue back and forth, licking the dirt off his toes in a very cooperative manner. 　　Old Liang noticed this while bathing the toy earlier: no matter what he did, the toy would cooperate to a certain extent—for example, when Old Liang washed her breasts with a towel, she would subtly lift her chest; when Old Liang washed her genitals, she would cooperate by spreading her beautiful legs in the direction Old Liang was holding her ankles and bending her lower limbs. 　　Unlike a real person, the toy, Xin Ganju, remained expressionless while doing these things. 　　As for why this was happening, in Lao Liang's mind there was only one explanation—"Artificial intelligence? Heh, truly remarkable. Come on, beauty, you've been licking me for so long, now it's my turn to lick your body." After saying that, Lao Liang pulled the beauty's snow-white arm, flipped her over, and pressed her down onto the bed. Then, Lao Liang, with his hard penis erect, sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the beauty's snow-white, slender right leg, and held it in his arms. He held her snow-white toes and began to lick her pinkish-white soles, while simultaneously swaying his waist from side to side, swinging his hard, hot penis against the tender flesh at the base of the beauty's pinkish-white thighs . 　　"Hmm, what's this?" 　　Just as Lao Liang was passionately licking the beauty's toes, he suddenly noticed a crystal anklet, crystal clear and exceptionally dazzling, encircling the beauty's slender, white anklet. 　　"Hehe, beauty, this crystal ornament really suits your fair legs. Come on, let me officially take you!" After saying that, Lao Liang grabbed the beauty toy and hugged her to his chest. He began to kiss and lick every inch of her delicate body until the beauty toy's snow-white body was covered with his stinking saliva from head to toe. When her body was shining with a bright light, Lao Liang let out an excited roar, hoisted her snow-white thighs onto his shoulders, and with a soft "plop," thrust his penis into the beauty toy's tender and swollen labia. 　　"Hmm..." 　　The moment Lao Liang entered the toy, he seemed to hear it groan. But he didn't think too much about it, because he was completely immersed in the feeling of lust and couldn't extricate himself. Her black hair was flying, and her white and tender breasts were shaking up and down in front of him. With his thrusting, Lao Liang felt his penis being scraped back and forth by the protrusion in the wet and warm flesh of the toy's vagina, which stimulated him until his whole body went numb.

"Wow! That felt so good! Come on, beauty, let me try you there again!" Old Liang roared, pulling his penis out of the beauty toy's vagina. At the same time, he spread the beauty toy's snow-white thighs, opening her legs as wide as possible. Then, with a thrust of his waist, he instantly shoved his penis into the beauty toy's tender anus—"Pfft—!" Just as Old Liang thrust his penis into the beauty toy's anus, a pfft was heard, and a stream of clear, lustful fluid gushed out from her pink labia as the beauty toy's delicate body convulsed and trembled. It formed a mist in the air and then directly covered the beauty toy's fair abdomen, forming a transparent mucous membrane.

"Wow, Lao Gong was right! Your genitals really can squirt water! This is amazing artificial intelligence! Come on! Get wild, I'm going to shove my penis right out of your mouth today! Awooo—slap, slap, slap…!" Lao Liang went completely mad. He slapped the toy's snow-white, firm buttocks repeatedly while gripping her snow-white legs and thrusting his penis in and out of her tender anus.

The toy seemed to feel something; with Lao Liang's thrusts, streams of clear, lustful fluid gushed from her genitals. Her entire body seemed like that of a real woman; beads of sweat appeared on her snow-white skin, and one could almost hear her rapid, seductive breathing, though her face remained expressionless.

The anal muscles of the toy were being turned in and out by Lao Liang's penis, and Lao Liang was also nearing the end of his climax—"Lao Zheng! This thing is a perfect buy! Oh—!" With a roar, Lao Liang pulled his penis out of the toy's anus, stood up, and sat down on the toy's sweaty lower abdomen.

Then he placed his bulging penis between the toy's slippery cleavage, and squeezed his penis between the toy's plump, sweaty breasts, and began to thrust back and forth between her breasts with all his might. Finally, Lao Liang felt a chill run down his spine—"Pfft—" With this spurting sound, a stream of thick white semen gushed from Lao Liang's urethra, passed through the toy's snow-white cleavage, and shot directly onto her beautiful cheek.

The toy beauty looked as if she'd received a free face mask; thick semen clung to her long, black eyelashes, her cherry lips and forehead were completely covered in white fluid, and even one of her nostrils was filled with semen.

Having finished his act, Old Liang was excited by the toy beauty's semen-covered face. He grabbed her chin, shoved his filthy penis into her mouth, and then, while stirring the base of his penis inside her mouth, said, "Hehe, since your face is covered in my semen, I'll give you this last bit." After wiping the semen off his penis with the toy beauty's tongue, Old Liang wasn't satisfied. He simply picked up the toy beauty from the bed, threw her to the ground, and began urinating on her.

"Sizzle—"

The yellowish, foul-smelling urine first shot into the toy beauty's cleavage, then flowed down her cleavage, leaving a yellow trail on her lower abdomen, and finally dripped onto the ground along her inner thighs.

Old Liang's play became increasingly perverse. He not only urinated directly onto the toy's nose and face, but later he even inserted his urinating penis into the toy's cherry lips and urinated directly into her mouth.

He was completely satisfied. He did things he usually did with street prostitutes, things he wouldn't even dare to do with street prostitutes, all with this toy that was no less beautiful than a real person!

Looking at the filthy toy beneath him, its body covered in semen and urine, Old Liang was utterly satisfied. A smile played on his lips as he slumped onto the wire bed and soon fell asleep. He was sure he would have a wonderful dream tonight… "Old Liang! Old Liang! Get up!" A series of urgent shouts rang in Old Liang's ears. He opened his eyes and saw that it was already dawn, while Old Liu and Old Gong stood at the head of his bed, looking panicked.

"Old Liang, something bad has happened! The boss just called the three of us into his office for a talk. He's finally found out again! What do we do?" Old Liu said anxiously.

Old Liang was startled and immediately snapped out of his daze. He rolled over and instinctively asked, "Where's that sex toy?" "It's...it's on my bed. Should we take it to the boss and turn ourselves in?" Old Gong said nervously.

Old Liang turned to look at Old Gong's bed. Sure enough, the sex toy lay sprawled on Old Gong's bed, covered with a dirty cotton-padded jacket. A snow-white thigh dangled from the jacket, hanging over the edge of the bed, and semen was still dripping from the calf. Clearly, it had just been raped and abused by either Old Liu or Old Gong, or both of them.

But there's no time to worry about that now; we need to get past the boss first. Old Liang thought for a moment, then said, "How about this? Let's leave the sex toy here. We'll go confess to the boss first. We'll say Old Zheng ran off with the money. If the boss is serious, we'll take the sex toy." Old Liang said this hoping for the best. After last night's pleasure, he was reluctant to hand over such a nice thing. What if the boss was careless and didn't investigate further? Then he could hide the sex toy.

Old Liu and the other man clearly shared this thought, so they quickly nodded in agreement. After carefully hiding the sex toy under the blanket, they took a deep breath and left the work shed.

The sun was rising, and the warm sunlight spread to every corner of the construction site.

As Old Gong passed the construction site gate, he noticed that the boss's bodyguards had left, but a police car was parked at the gate.

Damn it, the boss really called the police. If we confess to the boss now, will it still count as turning ourselves in?

As Lao Liang muttered to himself, the three of them reached the boss's office. They pushed open the door and saw their obese boss sitting in a bamboo chair, pouring tea for a policeman sitting opposite him.

The fat boss frowned upon seeing them and said in a low voice, "You three..." "Waaah—Boss! I confess—!" Before the boss could finish speaking, Lao Gong's defenses completely crumbled. He knelt down before the boss with a thud, then burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably—"Waaah, boss, it's not our fault! It was Lao Zheng! It must have been Lao Zheng who stole the money!

The four of us live on the construction site year-round, and we don't have much entertainment after work, so we feel very lonely. That's why Lao Liang suggested buying sex toys..." "We were just playing with the dolls. The three of us, corrupted by decadent capitalist ideology, wavered for a moment and agreed without thinking. We then pooled our money and asked Lao Zheng to buy them.

We originally planned to buy something cheap to play with, but Lao Zheng, blinded by lust, actually bought a high-end item worth hundreds of thousands. He gambles and whores, so he doesn't have any money. He must have stolen it. Boss, you must be fair and clear for us..." "Damn it! Which bastard dares to accuse me of stealing money!" Before Lao Gong could finish his accusation, a loud shout came from behind the three of them.

Hearing this, the three men turned around and were immediately stunned. They exclaimed in unison, "Old Zheng! It's you!" A burly man with an angry face strode in, walked up to the three men, pointed at their noses, and cursed, "Damn it! We're all brothers, and you three actually teamed up to frame me! When did I ever steal hundreds of thousands of dollars from the boss to buy those high-end sex dolls?

I bought those cheap ones that cost a few dozen dollars. Didn't you throw them into that stinky ditch next to the construction site? The police found them this morning during their search. Look, they're over there!" With that, Old Zheng angrily pointed to the corner of the office. The three men looked and, sure enough, there was a dirty, muddy plastic balloon with a rough human-like shape lying in the corner of the office.

Seeing this, Old Gong, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, immediately stopped crying, wiped away his tears, and turned to Old Zheng, saying blankly, "What? Old Zheng, you really didn't buy those sex toys worth hundreds of thousands?" "Nonsense! Do you think I'm stupid?!" Old Zheng was furious.

"Then, then, then the one who kept the three of us company last night was..."

Old Gong stammered.

At this moment, the policeman, who had been silent all along, finally noticed the strangeness of the problem, so he stood up and said coldly, "Let's go, let's go check the shed where the three of you stayed last night..." *** *** *** *** "Bang—" The door was pulled open, and the boss, the policeman, and Old Liang rushed into the shed impatiently. They looked up at Old Gong's wire bed, and what they saw made them dumbfounded—the wire bed was completely bare except for a cotton coat; the sex toy had disappeared!

"Impossible! Impossible! How could the toy disappear?" "Oh dear, one of my work clothes is missing." "Here it is, here it is, the motorcycle suit from that sex toy is still here! See, we weren't lying." The three men, including Lao Liang, were completely panicked and began searching the room.

"That's not called a motorcycle suit, it should be called a night-clothes."

The young policeman explained with a smile as he strolled to Lao Liang's bedside, then looked down carefully, finally picking up a piece of paper from the floor.

He examined it closely, smiled slightly, and turned to the five men, saying:

"The case is now clear. The person who was with you three last night wasn't some sex toy, but a living woman! The female thief who committed the crime!

She was planning to leave after committing the crime yesterday noon, but your boss discovered it early and sent bodyguards to quickly surround the construction site. Now the female thief couldn't escape, and as a woman, she would be easily spotted in a construction site full of men, with nowhere to hide.

Just then, she discovered the boxed sex toy you hid by the construction site gate. In desperation, she threw away the plastic toy inside and lay down in it to act as a sex toy, hoping to get away with it.

But you three are too naive and were fooled by this female thief all night. This morning when we police arrived, your boss withdrew the security, and she took the opportunity to escape. Sigh, this is truly the first time we've encountered a case like this." The policeman's words completely stunned Lao Liang and his two companions, leaving them speechless and staring blankly at the policeman.

The shop owner, his face full of worry, pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then said with some doubt, "Officer, this is too strange. What's your basis for saying that?" The policeman smiled slightly, handed the shop owner a letter, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Take a look. This should have been written by the female thief last night before she left. It was for the three of them." The shop owner quickly took the note and began to read it aloud, word by word:

"Dear three migrant worker friends, I'm leaving... By the time you see this note, you should have already guessed who I am. What I want to say is that after last night's passionate encounter, I can tell you three one thing clearly—your sexual skills are really terrible!

One has premature ejaculation, one is a wife-obsessed maniac, and the last one is a filthy pervert. Meeting you and having sex with you has really left me speechless!

Originally, I felt guilty about this operation, but now I feel absolutely no guilt whatsoever!

Because..." "I still smell the stench of your semen that you spilled on me after you violated me. I can't wash it off. Finally, I wish all three of you get syphilis, venereal disease, and AIDS soon, and that your reproductive organs rot completely. Goodbye... Damn it! Artificial intelligence! Artificial intelligence! Your brains are artificial, but do you have any intelligence?!

You can't even tell the difference between a real person and a fake one. You might as well choke on your own shit!" After reading the female thief's message, the boss angrily threw the letter at Lao Liang's face and cursed furiously!

Old Liang picked up the letter in a daze, glanced at it with a mixture of panic and confidence, and muttered, "No, impossible! We didn't see this female thief carrying hundreds of thousands in cash!" "Nonsense! Who said I was robbed of cash!" the boss cursed angrily, then said with a look of utter despair,

"It was a diamond necklace I bought for my wife as a birthday present, worth hundreds of thousands!" Upon hearing this, Old Liang immediately remembered the crystal anklet hanging from the female thief's ankle when he assaulted her last night, and with a gasp, he collapsed to the floor.

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