Li Xiaolu, the slut

"Want to be unrestrained?"

"Want to achieve supreme sex?"

"Want to truly...live?"

In a villa in a high-end residential area of Beijing, Li Xiaolu lay half-reclined on a luxurious sofa, staring blankly at the dialog box that suddenly popped up on her laptop, speechless for a long time...

Speaking of Li Xiaolu, ever since her "sex scandal" was exposed some time ago, and her lover PG Wang was completely exposed, her career has plummeted.

With her work almost at a standstill, she has been staying at home for a long time, rarely going out. This near-imprisonment is driving her crazy.

After all, what Li Xiaolu loves most is wearing incredibly revealing performance costumes, standing on a stage under the spotlight, posing and flaunting herself, and then enjoying the visual ravages of countless lewd gazes cast from below the stage.

Li Xiaolu remembers that the last time she performed on a large stage was during the Lantern Festival.

That time, she wore a lace strapless top that was so revealing it almost exposed her nipples, and a tight-fitting skirt that barely covered half of her lower body, yet still had to be slit up to her waist for her performance.

She actually loved the feeling of being able to sway freely.

The feeling of being on stage, under the spotlight, with every detail laid bare, yet practically naked, with

countless burning eyes in the audience potentially seeing her moist vulva and pinkness beneath her almost bare thong, was simply irresistible!

Not to mention the thought that her exposed genitals could be captured on camera and broadcast to millions of households, seen clearly by hundreds of millions of people—Li Xiaolu was practically going crazy with excitement!

She sank deeper and deeper into that endless cycle of extreme emotions—fear and excitement, shame and debauchery—which eventually intertwined into a strange pleasure, giving rise to endless fantasies. She felt a burning, throbbing heat throughout her body, her vulva writhing even more wildly and aggressively.

Meanwhile, the lecherous men below could only stare back, screaming madly, their tongues stretched to their limit to savor the spray of her bosom, casting longing yet unattainable fervor upon the high and mighty goddess of lust, Li Xiaolu.

Especially striking was the intense possessiveness in those eyes, and the despair born from the absolute impossibility of satisfaction.

That hunger born from the torment of sexual desire—just those eyes alone were enough to make Li Xiaolu tremble like a leaf.

But on that stage, under the spotlight of thousands, those lewd gazes completely enveloped her, inside and out.

It's easy to imagine that without the constraints of morality and law, thousands upon thousands of lustful beasts would sweep over her like a tidal wave, drowning, tearing her apart, and devouring her completely!

Just thinking about it made her want to ejaculate on the spot!

So every time she went on stage to sing and dance, Li Xiaolu was almost always helped off, her legs weak and wet, by her backup dancers. In the chaos, she couldn't care less who took the opportunity to grab her, pinch her nipples, slip their hands under her skirt, poke at her, or grope her.

She could only suppress her urge to urinate and rush back to the dressing room behind the stage. As soon as she entered, she couldn't wait to pull out the thick, long rod she always carried in her makeup bag and give herself a good ejaculation to bring her mind back to normal.

And if the organizers didn't provide her with a private dressing room, she had to go to the toilet.

Each time she satisfied herself in those stinking, urinous stalls, Li Xiaolu became increasingly excited.

She even had to shove her own vulva, soaked in the pungent smell of love juice, into her cherry-like mouth to prevent her from uttering extremely lewd and wanton words when she was reaching the peak of pleasure.

If her true self were exposed and overheard by the person in the next restroom, things would get really messy.

If it were a man, it wouldn't be so bad; Li Xiaolu was confident she could use a fleeting encounter to make him crave the taste and willingly shut him up forever.

But where were the men in the women's restroom? They were mostly female celebrities or backup dancers.

If she was unlucky enough to run into her rival in the entertainment industry, and he exposed her true self, wouldn't that be asking for public condemnation, making her loved ones suffer and her enemies rejoice?

But thinking about the "head-making scandal" now, the situation seemed similar; it couldn't get much worse.

Just a few hours ago, Li Xiaolu had finally mustered up some courage and decided to go out to buy some daily necessities.

Before leaving home, she had bundled herself up tightly, layer upon layer, looking almost like a mummy.

But once she was on the bustling street, the seductive gait of her hips and breasts as she walked, and the curvaceous figure that even the thickest coat couldn't conceal, still betrayed her sensitive identity as the subject of a sex scandal.

Li Xiaolu had only lingered on the street for a short while before the sleazy men who had been staring at her recognized her.

Then, those self-righteous, morally superior scumbags secretly pointed and whispered at her with what they thought were discreet gestures. Meanwhile

, the men who should have been groveling at her feet, worshipping her as a goddess, now had a different look in their eyes.

They appeared outwardly respectable, each with a sanctimonious air, but they couldn't hide the lewd nature shining through their eyes, radiating a base and obscene light.

Those lewd gazes, seemingly gentle yet menacing, pierced through Li Xiaolu's already fragile facade like a thousand sharp arrows within minutes, tearing it to shreds.

Each gaze was like a pair of demonic claws from the abyss of lust, stripping her naked and throwing her into the public eye before pouncing on her, relentlessly ravaging every inch of her tender breasts and buttocks, slapping her cherry-like lips, her moist, tightness, and every other part that could be violated.

Although her body also experienced extreme pleasure from such a gaze, becoming numb and weak, and she found her lace erotic device soaked with desire when she got home,

rationally she still couldn't accept those maggot-like, stinking men looking at her with the same eyes.

So as soon as she got home, she didn't even have time to kick off her 16-centimeter stiletto heels, only taking off her coat before quickly lying down on the large sofa in the living room.

Firstly, it was to vent her anger at having her noble goddess status defiled by those despicable men with lewd gazes.

Secondly, it was to dispel the loneliness and isolation she had felt from living a monotonous life in this small town. Thirdly

… she really, really wanted it.

After all, since that incident, with her mistress vanishing and her marriage broken, Li Xiaolu had been living alone in a state of emptiness for a long time.

This meant that she had lost her most cherished pleasure at her most vulnerable moment, the most indispensable comfort she needed when she was sad.

You should know that Li Xiaolu had an extremely serious sex addiction. In private, her true personality was truly promiscuous and shameless, engaging in outdoor exhibitionism, sadomasochism, and countless other sexual fetishes.

It is said that you can see a person's future at three and their character at seven, and in fact, Li Xiaolu had already developed various sexual fetishes in middle school.

For example, playing with ropes without a bra under her baggy school uniform, or wearing extremely sexy lingerie. Lace was just child's play; things like pantyhose and pressure bandages were things she had already done back then.

What she loved most was inserting a vibrating egg into her already fully developed vagina on days with gym class.

Then she'd wear a 1/4-cup bra that exposed her breasts, making her budding breasts appear even more prominent, with her nipples standing out clearly against the thin fabric of her school uniform.

And when running, the movement of her breasts under the loose uniform would be even more noticeable, and the free nipples rubbing against the absorbent white mesh inside her clothes would provide unparalleled stimulation and pleasure.

She'd then wear high-waisted, large-mesh pantyhose, the kind that was a bit small, so the mesh would constrict her large breasts tightly, leaving red marks on her tender vulva.

Ideally, her clitoris would be wedged into the mesh's edges, so that when she twisted and turned, the taut mesh would constantly wrap around and tease her sensitive clitoris, bringing her a throbbing sensation that reached her very soul.

The waistband of her pantyhose had to peek out from her school uniform waistband, so that the boys who were staring at her swaying hips would see it, fantasize, and become so hard they wanted to ejaculate but couldn't, yet couldn't go limp.

While running, she would deliberately turn the vibrating egg she'd deeply inserted into her vagina to its maximum setting, so that after only a few dozen meters, her legs would naturally give way and she'd collapse. Then, blushing and with seductive eyes, she'd slowly get up in an instinctively provocative posture.

The way she stuck out her round, perky buttocks was to let the boys on the sidelines see her crotch completely soaked with what was spilling out of her vagina, clinging to her genitals, revealing the full outline of her mons pubis in a lewd manner.

This way, after school, she could be cornered by the irresistible boys in her class and taken to the grove behind the hill for hours of "little games."

Unfortunately, her status as a "red third-generation" (a descendant of a high-ranking official) became the biggest obstacle to her pursuit of pleasure, keeping those almost insane little rascals from making any rash moves.

Even when they were rock hard, they would only roughly unzip her school uniform, pull her pants down to her knees, revealing her underwear and their penises stuffed with vibrating toys.

Then they would surround her, make her squat down, and take turns servicing them with their mouths and delicate hands until they ejaculated, covering her dazed face, perky breasts, and round buttocks.

As she grew older, Li Xiaolu's need for intense sex became extremely strong; otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically entered the entertainment industry to be exploited.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated again: her father was a director at the August First Film Studio.

With such a powerful figure in the industry as her father, how could those lecherous investors dare to act recklessly? They treated her, this wanton girl, like a pure and innocent princess, causing her sex life after entering the industry to lose the intensity of her school days.

As a result, Li Xiaolu could only painstakingly seek opportunities in film projects produced by foreign film companies.

That time, upon learning that Summit Entertainment's film *Push* was casting in Hong Kong, she immediately designed a rebellious, unconventional image for herself.

She crafted a low-class, easily manipulated persona, yet subtly cold and aloof—a design intended to evoke the conquering desires of Westerners.

Surprisingly, during the casting process, Li Xiaolu, leveraging her family's powerful connections, easily outmaneuvered a host of local Hong Kong actresses and landed the role she desired.

However, the lead actor she had her eye on, Chris Evans, who would later become Captain America, didn't reciprocate her feelings.

Despite his enormous 25cm boobs and early films showcasing his muscular physique and wild image,

he was actually a genuine artsy type, spending his free time discussing his art-house film scripts.

Li Xiaolu was left speechless!

The harsh reality dealt Li Xiaolu a devastating blow. During the time she was confined to the film set after shooting began, she could only endure the hardships of life day and night in her trailer, indulging in pornography of European and American sizes.

So, it wasn't until years later, while her husband, Jia Nai Liang, was busy filming away from home, that she was taken advantage of by a fearless, low-class scoundrel—all because these underground rappers were quick-witted and skilled with their tongues.

...

At this moment, the laptop on the coffee table was playing a Japanese pornographic video that Li Xiaolu used to enhance her enjoyment.

She was slumped on the high-end fabric sofa in front of the computer, posing in the same position as the pornographic video on the screen, surrounded by a dozen lewd old men, completely lost in the mire of lust.

Li Xiaolu was wearing the tight-fitting tank top she usually wore when street dancing.

Beneath the thin, highly elastic fabric, her large, round breasts, which had rapidly increased from a B cup to an E cup since giving birth, were now almost bursting out from the extremely low neckline of her tank top, constricted by the tight fabric.

Two chimney-shaped nipples, clearly visible beneath the light white fabric, highlighted the pale pink areolas.

Li Xiaolu intentionally used this constricting sensation to mimic the scene in the video where she was roughly pinched and ravaged by two old men.

This slight restraint, tinged with sadomasochism, easily aroused Li Xiaolu's slightly masochistic tendencies, and soft, almost coquettish moans escaped from her increasingly rapid breathing.

"Mmm~ So tight~ My big one~ Ah~ It's being gripped so tightly~"

"I can't take it anymore~ Ugh~ My big one is going to be squeezed out~"

"My milk is going to be squeezed out~"

"Waaah~ My clothes are going to get wet~" "

Brother Chen~ Brother Geng~ Liangliang husband~ Good brother G-dog~ Any brother is fine~ Hurry up and lick it~ Don't waste it~"

"Mmm~ Mmm~ So tight~ But it feels so good~ Ah ha~ Ah ha~ So good~"

"Big~ Big~ It's been so long since anyone has grabbed my big, round big one so hard~ Ah~ So good!"

The old man straddling her was using her cleavage, which was about to burst, for his old manhood, while Li Xiaolu was using a thick, black, 18cm European and American version fake penis instead.

At this moment, this big penis, which was impossible for an Asian woman to bear, was being squeezed between her breasts and was being turned on and wriggling wildly.

The black, rod-like monster and the glistening white, delicate flesh created a stark contrast as they squeezed and rippled, like a demon from hell defiling an angel from heaven.

And because it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, she hadn't prepared adequately by applying lubricant beforehand. The dry rubber object churned mercilessly against her tender flesh, rubbing the skin in contact with it until it was bright red.

It was as if a demon had torn off an angel's pure white wings, dripping crimson blood.

But instead of pulling the fake out, she became even more excited by the pain, and shamelessly sucked on the fake that had emerged from her cleavage and was now before her cherry-like mouth.

Her delicate, petite tongue, like a slut in an adult video, was completely submerged in a grotesque sea, shamelessly using every means to please her abusers, in sync with the dozen or so old men.

She tirelessly licked the fake penis, making slurping sounds to please the fake penis, the demon that existed only in her imagination and had completely controlled her body.

"Does it feel good? Ah~ Am I good at sucking?"

"I'm better at sucking than all the others~ I'm the best at licking~"

"Mmm~ Come on~ Come and fuck me~ Come and fuck this best sucker, this most slutty little one~"

"Ah~ Hah~ Hah~ Brother's is so big~ Master's is so thick and hard~"

"Ah! I'm in! Little Deer's is too big!"

"Waaah! Not just big, Little Deer's is too, Little Anus is too!"

"I want Master's to fuck me! Put Little Deer in~ Ah~ Ha~ Ha~ Mmm~"

Her already extremely short pleated skirt had been lifted up to her stomach due to her half-lying position, covering her clearly defined abs.

Her two long legs, wearing Balenciaga's latest style letter black stockings, were now curled into the shape of the letter W, stretching open the crotch area and revealing her smooth and plump buttocks.

Her two buttocks, which were exceptionally firm and perky from practicing street dance, were now spread as wide as possible to the left and right due to her position, revealing the pink buttocks in the middle and the anus with an anal plug inlaid with artificial diamonds.

The tender anus flesh with the edge of the diamond base of the anal plug turned outward was frantically rolling and shaking with her rapid breathing.

The semi-transparent lace t-back was pushed aside, revealing her neatly shaved, plump mons pubis, which she thrust forward as far as possible.

Li Xiaolu's vulva was the extremely full and ample type, commonly known as a "steamed bun."

The two extremely clean and plump labia grew together, like an extremely white and tender sliced steamed bun growing on the pubic bone, except that a pink slit was split in the middle of the bun, revealing a little bit of the moist and oily inner flesh, like clam meat.

"Ah~ My steamed bun pussy is so beautiful~"

"My pussy is so beautiful~"

"Come and see, the most beautiful little thing in the world~ Ahhh~"

"Ah~ Ah~ It's so itchy, Little Deer's little pussy is leaking so much water~"

"It's so horny~ Which brother will come and fuck my beautiful little thing~"

"Otherwise it'll be a waste~"

"Like last time at the red carpet event, Little Deer specially wore a short suit skirt that reached her crotch and a lace top with an open crotch, and walked with her legs crossed."

"She even deliberately crossed her legs and sat sideways, letting her wet pussy slits show for everyone to see."

"Why is it that afterwards, even the people on the chairs were willing to lick, but that person didn't have the guts to fuck me?"

"Little Deer is really suffering~"

"Waaah~"

"Little Deer really wants to fuck herself~"

"So many~ Thick and long~ Hard and smelly~"

"Fuck my big~ Fuck my little~ And my little~ Little mouth~"

"Fill Little Deer's cleavage with your stinky stuff~ And all the little things on her body waiting to be fucked to pieces~"

"Ah~ Ha~ Ah~ I really want it~ It's smelly and yellow~"

It turns out that when Li Xiaolu attends various events, she loves to wear tight-fitting, bodycon skirts that barely cover her buttocks. With each sway of her high heels, the bouncy, alluring flesh on the inner thighs, honed from years of street dance, would indiscriminately and provocatively squeeze and rub against her plump vulva, which was almost exposed beneath the hem of her skirt.

The two tender labia between her plump vulva were constantly being rubbed and squeezed, until they released their delicious juices.

The juices soaked into the already thin, semi-transparent lace, making it completely transparent, and with each sway, reporters captured some ambiguous shadowy images with their cameras.

But these photos could never be published due to their explicit nature; they could only be developed by the reporters themselves, secretly admired and frantically ogled while masturbating.

Now, her delicious vulva, pulled apart by her forcefully separated buttocks, was torn open, revealing the pink labia inside.

And that little bean, growing at the tip of the labia, defiantly pushing open the clam's flesh with its vibrant life force, proudly flaunting itself.

If the pink, glistening interior was clam meat, then this plump, translucent flesh, nourished by abalone sauce, was like sea snail meat.

How could such lewd, alluring flesh be without the comfort of a hard, rod-like object?

Li Xiaolu had already taken out her favorite crystal rod, pried open the pink, lewd flesh, and inserted it. Her

slender fingers gripped the end of the crystal rod, and she began to thrust in and out in rhythm with the lewd old lecher in the AV video.

With each thrust and withdrawal, the transparent crystal rod revealed the writhing, alluring flesh inside, like a clinging little mouth desperately sucking at the invading intruder, its passion seemingly melting even the inanimate crystal.

The raised crystal beads scraped against the layered flesh, smoothing out the moist folds, yet stirring a turbulent wave of pleasure within the woman.

Even her moans of desire were perfectly synchronized with the woman in the video.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ so good~ so good~ fuck me! Fuck me hard! My little, my tender little pussy! My big! It's going to break! It's going to break!!"

"Ya mai dai~ ya mai dai~ guo na~ guo ai~ ru lu ji~ suo na guo do ga zi yi a nai la~ yi ya! ya mai! ya mai ya!!"

As the video emitted high-pitched, lewd screams, Li Xiaolu became increasingly excited. Almost instantly, her eyes grew more and more glazed, and in her drowsy state, the crystal in her hand moved in and out faster and faster with her rapid breathing.

The crystal-like substance, like an egg, struck the flower bud at the end of the cavity with great force, squeezing out bursts of nectar with a gurgling sound.

In the throes of passion, Li Xiaolu finally lost her last shred of reason. Her other, delicate hand, which had been gently caressing the tip, now extended two fingertips, forcefully pinching the engorged nipple, rotating and releasing it repeatedly like rubbing a nipple.

With each contraction and release, her jade-like feet, clad in 16-centimeter stiletto platform heels, clenched, her toes pointing straight up.

Due to the sudden angle of rotation, the two thin metal heels scraped open the flesh of her buttocks, leaving two red marks two or three centimeters long.

The end of the orgasm was indeed pain.

The instantaneous pain caused the forbidden pleasure to flood Li Xiaolu's heart like a torrent.

In a flash, the entire mons pubis and the flesh on her anus contracted to their limit!

But just as her clitoris was brimming with desire, ready to erupt, the laptop's speakers, blasting at full volume, emitted a computer error message—"Ding!"

...

The "Ding!" startled Li Xiaolu, who was completely immersed in a sea of lust, causing her surging ejaculation to abruptly stop, dying before it could even begin.

Shocked, she remained lost in the moment, her mind reeling.

When her vacant gaze finally drifted to the laptop screen and she saw the dialog box that had popped up in the center of the paused AV, she snapped back to reality.

"This! Could it be a virus?!"

Realizing this possibility, she was immediately terrified by her own guess and sat bolt upright. Without even removing the diamond anal plug from her penis, she quickly pulled her skirt over her shoulder.

Enduring the intense, aching pain in her breasts, she lunged at the computer and slammed the laptop shut.

If it was a virus, perhaps she had been hacked.

She did all of that just now using the webcam on the laptop screen!

That…

The thought of the infamous photo scandal involving Teacher Chen, which had been known to the world a few years ago, sent a chill down her spine, and then she felt a growing excitement.

Perhaps… if… that were true, wouldn't it be better?

Her current situation couldn't be any worse. If she could be seen by the whole world, she wouldn't have to wear a mask anymore because of that negligible sense of shame.

She could be her true self again—the slut Li Xiaolu!

With this dangerous yet exciting thought, Li Xiaolu, both expectant and fearful, reached under her skirt, teasing the nipple that was still rubbing against the inserted crystal rod.

Her other hand trembled as she operated the mouse, checking the computer's status.

But strangely, as she groaned softly from the gentle caresses and carefully checked everything, the computer was perfectly fine; it wasn't even connected to the internet.

In other words, this suddenly popped-up dialog box was likely just a prank by the creator of this video.

Finally, Li Xiaolu sighed with a mixture of relief and disappointment, slumping back onto the sofa.

Her rubbing hand gripped the crystal base again, expertly rotating and manipulating it, while her other hand continued to operate the computer with the wireless mouse.

She wanted to close the dialog box and resume her peak journey, but found that there was no "X" button in the upper right corner of the dialog box, unlike most programs.

Instead, there were only two "Yes" and "No" options on the left and right sides below three questions.

Li Xiaolu was about to click the "No" to close the box, but as the mouse hovered over the button, her eyes froze, staring at the three questions.

"Unbridled..."

"Supreme...sex..."

"And...real...living...?"

As her gaze moved over the three sentences, word by word, she involuntarily read along.

Then, as if possessed, three seconds later, she dragged the mouse and clicked another option.

"Click."

A blindingly bright white light suddenly appeared in front of Li Xiaolu's eyes, hurting them.

Instinctively, she raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light. Li Xiaolu vaguely saw shadowy figures moving about under the lamplight, which startled her, causing her already taut vaginal muscles to tremble violently.

A high-pitched scream escaped her throat, and a long-awaited peak contraction occurred deep within her tender vagina.

Then, with a "plop," a powerful stream of pent-up vaginal fluid shot out from her core, propelling the crystal-like protrusion.

The flying crystal rod traveled half a meter before landing crisply on the ground, rolling a considerable distance before finally stopping after hitting a pair of black rubber shoes, leaving a long trail of water on the floor.

Only then, amidst panting "uh-ha~ um-ha~," did Li Xiaolu gradually adjust to the glaring light, slowly lowering her hand to reveal her flushed, delicate face.

But the next second, her crimson face turned deathly pale.

She found herself in the center of a completely unfamiliar, brightly lit room.

Standing beneath the bright lights were a group of tall men.

A quick glance revealed that she recognized them all!

Xu Jinjiang, Cao Chali, Shan Liren, Huang Qiusheng, Chen Hao, Kato Ei, Nan Jianye, Yamagata Ken, Tony Daimu, and Shimizu Mi.

They were all male leads from the pornographic films and AVs she had collected on her computer's hard drive!

They were all wearing identical black latex suits, resembling the most extreme perpetrators.

Their muscles were clearly visible beneath their extremely tight-fitting clothes.

Behind them was a half-person-high black sphere displaying a black-and-white photo of Li Xiaolu.

Next to the photo were three lines of text:

"Target: Li Xiaolu," "Mission: Rape to death!"

"Reward: 0-5 points based on contribution."

Upon reading these three lines, Li Xiaolu's pupils contracted.

Then, she saw these dozen or so men of various shapes and sizes simultaneously step towards her.

Some of their faces wore lewd smiles, while others were completely blank.

Even their gazes upon Li Xiaolu's body were as cold as if they were looking at a lifeless object.

This sight terrified Li Xiaolu: "No...no...no...it's not like this...it's not like this!"

"You promised to give me supreme sex, you said you'd let me experience what it truly means to be alive!"

"You lied to me!"

"You lied to me!"

Sure enough, fear breeds rage.

Li Xiaolu wanted to get up and rush over to punch and kick the black sphere, but seeing the dark wall of men, she dared not.

She screamed hysterically towards the other end of the room, but received no real response. All she heard

was the footsteps of the men in black approaching step by step.

And with each step they took, the latex suits on each of them seemed to come alive, writhing and swelling.

Regardless of their original physiques, they had all transformed into muscular men, their muscles bulging, their backs broad and their waists thick.

Even more deadly was that what had previously been bulging, undeveloped lumps between their legs had now grown into beast-like, inhuman shapes!

The only difference was that some might require considerable force to kill,

while others looked as if a single insertion would tear her apart!

Li Xiaolu stared in terror at these instruments of torture, once cherished but now destined to kill her, and crawled backward in fear.

But now her body was weak, and her arms had little strength to support her.

Her high heels were only making things worse.

Aside from providing less friction for her long, beautiful legs on the smooth floor, they offered no support whatsoever.

The sharp screeching of the golden heels against the ground echoed Li Xiaolu's regretful, terrified cries, sounding even more poignant.

At this moment, she no longer cared about maintaining any posture to showcase her exquisite body.

She didn't even care about her still-lifted skirt, leaving her completely naked and exposed to the humanoids' view.

Not to mention the anal plugs and vibrators that had fallen from her trembling, exhausted cleavage.

The smooth metallic finish of the anal plugs reflected the distorted scene in the room; the black wall of people grew larger and larger in the image with each approaching step, pressing down like a mountain.

The vibrators, still running tirelessly, twisted and bounced on the floor, producing a whirring motor sound that elicited their grotesque laughter.

Facing the lewd body that was constantly writhing and retreating before them, their steps were so unhurried.

As their footsteps passed the crystal, diamond anal plugs, and vibrators, someone picked them up one by one.

Then, all of them surrounded Li Xiaolu, who was now pressed against the wall with nowhere left to retreat.

Under the stark white light, enormous shadows loomed over Li Xiaolu, obscuring her vision.

"Ah! No! Waaah—"

Just as Li Xiaolu was about to scream, a fist-sized black slug was forcefully shoved into her mouth, silencing her.

Hands reached out and grabbed her face, nipples, arms, buttocks, thighs, and ankles.

Simultaneously, crystal and hourglass-shaped anal plugs were repositioned.

Monster-sized black slugs were inserted into Li Xiaolu's hands, rubbing against her breasts, digging into her buttocks, and even wedged between her feet and shoes.

Then, layers of shadows surrounded her until darkness completely engulfed her fair body.

Only the soft thud of thick rods entering flesh could be heard through the gaps between the overlapping shadows.

Then came the woman's suppressed screams and the slapping sounds of flesh being struck.

Then, the lights went out.

"Buzz—" In the darkness, only the white light spots on the black sphere twisted and danced, forming new sentences.

"Isn't this final experience of your life the only ideal you pursued throughout your life?"

"Buzz—" The cursor blinked again.

"Mission complete."

"Beep—" Finally, the cursor went silent, and everything in the room fell into endless darkness once more.

[The End]

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