【I am not a kind person】(01) Author: Lao Zhou

Author: Lao Zhou
Word Count: 10880

Countless nights I've asked myself endlessly: Am I satisfied with my life now? Is the person sleeping
next satisfied? Am I satisfied watching others enjoy life's pleasures? Of course I'm not satisfied, but what's
the use? It doesn't change anything.

Everyone's life lasts a few decades; some are remembered for eternity, some are infamous, and some remain unknown. What
makes them so different? People are the same; their final judgment isn't based on the greatness of their birth,
but on the things they did.

The sky gradually darkened. This road is usually deserted, so the streetlights were particularly
dim . I walked slowly, or rather, numbly followed. If you could see my eyes, they would surely
be ruthless. And the person I was looking at was not far ahead.

A particularly beautiful girl, wearing a white floral short skirt, her long, slender legs completely
uncovered , still appearing exceptionally white in the night. Her waist was so thin, it seemed as if it would break when she walked
, swaying constantly in the wind. With its movements, I gradually lost myself.

She was the prettiest girl in our class. We were both taking the college entrance exam this year, but just a month ago, her
shameless behavior made me completely disgusted with her. I wanted revenge.

"Ah! Who are you? Let me go!" I pounced on her, grabbing her neck from behind. She
struggled in terror, and it felt like I was holding a crazed cat, scratching and biting me relentlessly.

"Don't scream, or I'll kill you right now," I growled. Hearing my voice, she seemed
to recognize me and turned to look at me.

"Zhou Dannian, what are you doing? You scared me to death!" She pushed me away forcefully, her face full of disgust.

"Damn it, you bitch." I slapped her across the face. For the first time hitting a woman, I
was terrified. Her face was so soft and smooth, it felt amazing. I couldn't help but slap her again, this
time harder than the first time. I felt like her skin was about to break.

"You dare hit me?" She seemed surprised by my audacity, her eyes wide.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap." I didn't say anything, but continued to slap her several more times. Each
slap was harder than the last, and the last one knocked her to the ground.

"You slut," I muttered under my breath, stomping on her stomach.

"Zhou Dannian, are you crazy?" she cried.

Although there weren't many people on this street, there were still some walking around. Our commotion immediately attracted
several people who surrounded us. They looked at us, and a few of the bolder ones pointed and whispered.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a slut before? You...you...and you, do you want to look too?" I
roared fiercely at the people who surrounded us.

They seemed to be stunned by my shout and retreated a great distance.

"Call the police! Call the police!" she cried out.

"Who dares to call the police? I'll kill whoever they want." I howled at the people around me like a wounded wolf. At this
moment, two of the bolder ones took out their phones to call the police. I pulled out the dagger I had prepared beforehand from my waist and
charged at them.

"Calling the police, huh? Come on, let's see if the police arrive faster, or if you die faster!" I pounced
on her almost frantically.

"No, no, we were just passing by, we won't call the police, we won't call the police." The two immediately put away their phones
.

I turned back to look at her, who had fallen on the road, and stomped her head on the ground. Her long, flowing hair fell loose
, making her look particularly pitiful, but combined with her delicate expression, I felt a little sorry for her,
so I loosened my grip a bit.

"Tell them, tell them who you are?" I said viciously.

"I...I..." she hesitated.

"You're asking for it." I kicked her hard, almost sending her flying a meter away.
She screamed and trembled on the ground.

"Tell them who you are?" I was like a demon.

"I'm Li Danyi!" she cried softly. "Louder." I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She was too scared to struggle and stood up

following my hand. I felt as if I had completely taken control of her fate. "My name is Li Danyi." "Tell them what you've done!" I yelled at her. "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything," she cried. "You didn't do anything? You didn't do anything?" I repeated her words, took out a dagger, and paced back and forth, not knowing what to do. I really didn't want to kill her. She was so beautiful, so kind. Before, just talking to her would make me excited for days. But I never thought she would be this kind of person. "You're talking nonsense! You did it! Why don't you dare admit it?" I kicked her to the ground, straddled her, and forcefully tore at her clothes. I wanted to strip her naked in front of everyone. Her skin was so white. Because of my excessive roughness, I inevitably scratched her with my fingernails, leaving a . "I really didn't do it! Stop! Stop!" she cried and struggled. "You didn't do it? Can you live with your conscience?" I stood up. I had already ripped her t-shirt to shreds. If she hadn't desperately covered her chest, she would have been completely exposed. She was wearing a strapless bra, and although I couldn't see her breasts, they were incredibly large, almost as if they could produce milk. Her smooth shoulders were exposed, like jade, dazzling and mesmerizing. I was slightly out of control. "You, you stand up," I said, pointing the dagger at her. She swayed as she stood up, and just as I was about to say something, she took the opportunity to run into the crowd. I was startled, but reacted quickly, chasing after her in a few strides. "Help me, help me, he's gone mad, he's gone mad!" she cried out like a helpless lamb, pleading for help from those around her. A few people couldn't bear it and were about to reach out to support her, but seeing me rushing towards her so frantically, they quietly retreated a few steps, leaving her alone in front of me. "Heh!" I chuckled, not with smugness, but with a bitter taste in my mouth. How I wished someone could support her, pity her, and lend her a hand. I promise, if even one person stood up, I would never hurt her; I would run away like a rat in the street. While she was crying and begging for help...

I could feel her helplessness, her fear, but no one was there. No one was willing to step forward to help her, not
even to lend a hand.

My vision blurred; I didn't know if it was from sweat or tears, but I wanted to cry. She watched me slowly walk
towards her, like a demon. She tried to run, but she had no strength. She was too terrified to walk. She
staggered and cried for help, but everyone avoided her as if she were a plague. No one helped her.

"Zhou Dannian, I beg you, please let me go," she pleaded, crying. But I still walked to her
side and slowly placed the knife against her neck. The coldness of the knife stung her delicate skin; I saw her
hair stand on end, and she was terrified and helpless.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me," she cried, no longer daring to struggle. Tears streamed down her face, dripping
onto the back of my hand. I put my hand to my mouth and licked away her tears with my tongue. The cool
sensation seemed to sober me up a bit.

"Are you afraid?" I asked her, choking back tears.

"Shan Nian, I'm scared, I'm really scared. Please let me go, I'll agree to any conditions you set, just
don't kill me." Her coquettish appearance was incredibly alluring. She was only sixteen, but for some
reason , her every move seemed like that of a mature young woman, incredibly seductive, yet her body still exuded
a youthful innocence. These two almost incompatible feelings lingered in my mind.

I knew it was instinct; she was simply begging for mercy, but it felt like she was seducing a beloved
lover. I was a boy with no romantic experience, and being begged like this by her actually felt strangely
pleasurable. I wanted to just let her go, to do anything to make her happy.

"No, no." I placed the knife back against her neck; I couldn't let go. Just
three months , my childhood friend Zhao Zheng was in the hospital because of her. I would never forget his
mother's heart-wrenching cries.

"Do you know? Zhao Zheng is in a vegetative state. A vegetative state, do you know what a vegetative state is?" I said,
my voice trembling with anger.

"It's not my fault, it really isn't my fault, he insisted on running away himself," she cried.

"You think I don't know? I was upstairs that day," I said, my mind gradually blurring.

That day, Zhao Zheng and I were walking home from school, passing a KFC. I went in to buy some Coke, but
Zhao Zheng said he wanted a hamburger, so I waited inside while he guarded his bicycle downstairs. Li Danyi happened
to pass by, and I saw Zhao Zheng chatting with her. She seemed very happy, laughing as Zhao Zheng made her laugh. I
watched from upstairs with envy, but I knew I wasn't as handsome as Zhao Zheng, nor as eloquent. I admired my
brother, but I wasn't jealous of him because he was loyal.

A few students about our age came out of the store. They also saw Li Danyi and seemed
to approach her. I think they probably knew each other, but I could tell Li Danyi didn't want to go with them.
However, one particularly handsome student insisted on pulling her along, all the way to his Maserati.

I remembered, his name was Zhao Jie, a very famous person at our school, and his family was very rich. Zhao Zheng
seemed angry, and I thought about it, and it made sense; with his fearless personality, he would never back down. He rushed forward,
pulled Zhao Jie out of the car, and punched him without hesitation. The two immediately started fighting, and I
quickly prepared to rush downstairs to help. At that moment, Zhao Jie got into the car, which I didn't see myself. I only heard
a muffled engine sound, and then chaos erupted around me. Many people pushed towards the door, and I
couldn't get out at all.

When I finally got out, I saw Zhao Zheng lying in a pool of blood, vomiting blood continuously. People surrounded
him, pointing and whispering. Li Danyi was nowhere to be seen.

"Call the police! Did you call the police?" I quickly ran over, but I didn't dare touch him. He
was blood, and everything in front of me was a bloody blur; I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Call the police? They probably did, I don't know," someone said.

In my panic, I finally regained a sliver of rationality and quickly called the police. They arrived shortly after,
but the ambulance didn't come for a long time.

"Zhao Zheng, it's okay, it's okay, hang in there, the ambulance will be here soon," I kept
telling .

"Shan Nian, tell my mother I'm not afraid to die, tell her not to be sad," Zhao Zheng's voice was soft, but I
felt he was using all his strength.

Later, the court hearing was held. I had to go to court to testify, to tell others that Zhao Zheng was hit by Zhao Jie's car
. However, I couldn't get into court because I wasn't a witness. The only
witness , the most convincing one, Li Danyi, actually said that Zhao Zheng ran under Zhao Jie's car on his own.

The memories slowly faded, and my emotions calmed down a little. I couldn't let her die so easily; I wanted
revenge. I bit Li Danyi's ear, and although she screamed incessantly, I didn't let go.

"Come with me!" I pulled her slowly into the night.

As we left, the place gradually quieted down, eerily quiet, as if nothing had ever
happened . Later, I thought about it countless times, always feeling that this place shouldn't be so quiet, it
couldn't possibly be this quiet.

Zhao Zheng's family was also very wealthy; he had his own private hospital room, over fifty square meters, with
a fingerprint lock , and I was the one who could enter.

The room had two particularly large floor-to-ceiling windows, designed to let Zhao Zheng get more sunlight. The entire room was
exceptionally quiet and clean; I figured his mother must visit often.

It was already evening, and the hospital was packed. Li Danyi and I walked down the hospital corridor like a couple
, arriving at Zhao Zheng's room.

"Beep beep beep," the door to the room locked from the inside. On this side of the hospital corridor, there were also two large
windows , but these were one-way windows; only those inside could
see out.

Now, only the three of us were in the room. I drew the curtains, placed the dagger
on the windowsill, ignored Li Danyi, and went straight into the bathroom. I wanted her to face the unconscious Zhao Zheng alone.

The water in the bathroom was running, and my mind kept racing: What should I do? What should I do?

I went back into the ward without any clothes on. Li Danyi screamed in fright when she saw me; she had been
sitting, but now she stood up. I said coldly, "Go take a shower."

"I won't go. What do you want?" she seemed to be getting tough.

I frowned and rushed towards her. Almost simultaneously, she pulled out a dagger hidden behind her back and
stabbed at me without hesitation. I already knew she was coming back to stab me when I put down the dagger, so I wasn't
surprised. I grabbed her and took the dagger away.

"You like playing with knives so much? Fine, then let's play with knives, since you don't want to take a shower."

"No, I'll take a shower, I'll take a shower," she said, trembling.

The sound of water from the bathroom came again, and soon she reappeared in front of me, trembling,
her arms wrapped around her shoulders, still wearing dirty clothes.

"Go back in and wash again. You're not clean," I said coldly.

"Ah!" She looked at me in surprise, and seeing my fierce eyes, she had no choice but to go back into the bathroom.

Not long after, she came out again, her hair washed, still dripping wet on the floor. She
looked like a fairy emerging from a bath, incredibly captivating. Even in dirty clothes, she exuded
a pure and clean aura.

"Again!"

"Wash again!"

"Wash again!" "

Wash

again!"

"Wash again!" After eight washes, she finally seemed to understand. Actually, she had
understood long ago; after all, she was a very intelligent girl.

She stood naked before me, her jade-like skin slightly red from the excessive washing. I
reached out my cold hand and flicked her chest. She tried to flinch, but ultimately didn't dare.

"Kneel down!" I stroked her face, as if caressing a beloved lover, my eyes filled with
warmth .

She seemed lost in thought for a moment, until I frowned, and then she knelt down with a thud.

"Aren't you so proud? Why are you kneeling before me? Don't you have any dignity?" I
asked, stroking her head. Her head was right next to my penis, but because she was resisting so
fiercely , I pulled her closer to my thigh.

"I...I'm not proud! Believe me, I really didn't mean to hurt Zhao Zheng." She
looked at me pitifully, seemingly trying to evoke my pity.

"But you did it, didn't you?" I said, grabbing her hair and making her stand up.

"Slap...slap...slap!" I slapped her three times without mercy.

"Ah...it hurts!" She didn't dare to cry, just covered her face.

"Come and see Zhao Zheng, see him?" I pulled her to the hospital bedside. Zhao Zheng on the bed seemed to be
asleep , lying quietly.

"They threatened me! They said if I didn't do what they wanted, they...they would have someone rape
me." Li Danyi said.

"So you can twist the truth and talk nonsense?" I questioned her.

"I can't help it, I really can't help it. Shan Nian, please spare me, I'm innocent," she begged, crying
.

I couldn't calm down for a long time. Can a person really disregard others for their own sake? Zhao Zheng,
me, Li Danyi, are we all like this? For ourselves, everything is for ourselves.

"Kneel down!" I picked up the dagger.

When she saw me pick up the dagger, she ran towards the door in fright, but the door had a fingerprint lock, and she couldn't open it
. She pounded on the door helplessly.

"Kneel down!" I commanded again.

With a "thud," she knelt down again.

"Shan Nian, please, let me go," she pleaded, crying.

I ignored her, slowly walked behind her, and placed the dagger against her neck. I saw
the reluctance in her eyes, her attachment to life, and also a deep fear and helplessness.

"Should I cut it?" I hesitated, asking myself inwardly.

"Say your last words. It'll hurt a bit when this dagger cuts in a bit, so be patient.
Don't worry , you'll feel nothing soon." I said, touching her chest with my left hand. I don't know why
I suddenly touched her chest, it just felt incredibly good, something I couldn't control.

"Shan Nian, don't kill me, please don't kill me! I'll do whatever you say." She said, placing my left hand
on her right breast. I could feel her trembling. When I touched her right breast, her whole body
stiffened, her hair stood on end. Clearly, this was very sudden; she wasn't prepared,
but the fear of death left her with no choice.

"You want to seduce me?" I grabbed her breast and lifted her up.

"Slap...slap...slap..." I slapped her three more times hard. Her face swelled up, but
she still looked beautiful.

"Ah...it hurts!" she cried out.

"Slap...slap...slap..." I slapped her three more times.

"Ah...please stop hitting me, my face is all swollen." She looked at me pitifully.

"Kneel down." I repeated the command, intending to torment her relentlessly.

With a "thud," this time she offered no resistance and knelt down decisively.

I stepped back a few paces and gestured for her to come closer. She looked at me, slowly stood up, and I
took two steps forward, slapping her twice—just symbolically, without any real force. She probably
knew it, but she still cried out in pain.

She seemed to understand my meaning and obediently knelt down. I stepped back a few paces again and gestured for her to come
closer. She hesitated, moving her knees forward with great difficulty.

It was only a few steps, but it took her a long time. I could feel her inner struggle, but in the end,
she crawled over on her knees.

I patted her head. I don't know why, but when she could understand my thoughts, I felt a strong urge
to cherish her, even a sense of guilt.

"Please don't hit me, okay?" She rested her head on my thigh.

I reached out and grabbed her breasts a few times. They were firm, perky, and large; they hadn't sagged at all due to
gravity , they were almost breathtakingly perfect.

I stepped back a few paces again, then gestured for her to come closer. This time she was much quicker, soon crawling across on her knees.
Here we are, and so we've been doing this for five minutes.

After five minutes, she was getting tired, and I gestured for her to lie down, like a dog.

"Shan Nian, I don't want to be like a dog." A very strong look flashed in her eyes, as if I
had crossed her line, a look that said she wouldn't accept death even if it meant it.

A flash of annoyance crossed my mind, and my emotions, which had just calmed down, rose again. I walked behind her
and put the knife to her neck, but she didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she showed a resolute determination, and from the gray corners of her
eyes, I could sense that she had already made up her mind to die.

"Good, you've even made up your mind to die, so let's have some fun." I put down the knife, took a wet towel from
the bathroom , and then, under her resolute gaze, covered her nose and mouth.

"If you can't take it anymore, shake your head, and I'll accept your pleas for mercy." I said, taking the kettle from the side, and
her resolute eyes immediately filled with terror. The kettle was full of boiling water. I tilted her head back and
was about to pour the boiling water over her.

"Ugh, ugh!" She shook her head desperately. I knew she was begging for mercy, but I ignored her
and resolutely poured the boiling water down her throat.

Although it was scalding hot, I had already prepared cold water inside the towel, so it wasn't very hot the moment it hit her
. However, the fear she felt was unprecedented. Her eyes widened, and tears
streamed down her face like a burst dam.

I quickly removed the kettle from her sight, because I was only trying to scare her and wouldn't actually burn her. In my heart, she
was a perfect work of art, and I couldn't bear to hurt her.

"Will you listen to me?" I asked.

"I will listen to you, I'll do whatever you say." Without waiting for my instructions, she sprawled on the ground like a female dog
. Her white buttocks were facing me, looking incredibly lewd, and from my angle, I could even see a glistening sheen between her red
thighs .

"She's definitely a born slut," I cursed, kicking her buttocks because she was
crawling too slowly.

"Ah...no!" she moaned, but her speed had indeed increased considerably.

I smiled knowingly, then straddled her from behind. Although she was thin, she was surprisingly strong;
even with my full weight on her, she didn't fall over.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!" I slapped her buttocks, like riding a horse.

"Ah...I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore," she gasped.

"Since you're so useless, forget it. Riding you is pointless. Come and serve your master. It's been so long;
it's time to insert my big cock into your cunt, don't you think? You little dog slave." I got
off and said to her.

"No, you can't rape me," she said, standing up.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to be so chaste. You're not even afraid of death?" I asked.

"You're disgusting. You want to enslave me? Let me tell you, you're not worthy. I'm going to die anyway, so I
'm not afraid . Use whatever tricks you have. You want my body? No way." She seemed
to have finally come to her senses; death was the worst that could happen.

I frowned. This was troublesome. The most troublesome time is when someone isn't even afraid of death. She was
a smart girl; perhaps she knew I wanted more than just her body. Otherwise,
she wouldn't have agreed to everything I said before, and wouldn't be so rebellious now.

"Since that's the case, then die." I grabbed a chair, took
some , and tied her to it. During this process, I kept stroking her body, but she
didn't make a sound, even though she was already wet. However, this was just due to her sensitive constitution; deep
down, she was resisting.

I dragged her to the bathroom and threw her into the bathtub. Because she was tied to the chair, she
couldn't struggle, but when her back touched the tub, it seemed to calm her down a bit. Once a person calms
down, they start to think, and they start to fear.

"What are you doing?" she asked in terror.

I ignored her, blocked the drain in the bathtub, and then slowly started filling it with water.

"Listen carefully, this bathtub will soon be full of water. You're asking for it. You promised me
everything
reluctantly letting go.

"No, no, I don't want to die!" As the water level slowly rose, she began to panic.

"Please, let me go. I'll do anything you want, just don't touch my body." She
seemed to still have a sliver of reason left.

"You can have your principles. I'm actually quite curious, why do you insist on keeping your body?"
I teased the water in the bathtub, now reaching her bottom. I stroked her buttocks; her
bones were small, and her bottom was small too, but it was perky, fleshy, and very soft.

The water level gradually rose, finally reaching her nose. This process was brief, but for her,
it felt like an eternity. Because of that fear, each day felt like a year.

"Shan Nian, Shan Nian, save me! Please, save me, I'll do anything you want." She finally relented,
and I smiled happily, turning off the tap.

"Cough, cough! Help me up!" she cried.

"Don't rush, I have a few questions for you," I said, gently massaging her breasts.

"Do you want to have sex with me right now?" I grabbed her breast hard.

"Yes, yes," she nodded frantically.

"Hmm, good answer. So, are you doing this willingly or forced?" I asked playfully.

"I...I'm doing this willingly," she answered, her previously pale face now flushed slightly.

"Alright, good answer. The punishment begins. If you survive, remember to listen to me
. If not, then it's just bad luck." With that, I turned the tap back on.

Water slowly submerged her mouth and nose, and she began to struggle desperately. Her previously small strength suddenly became
surprisingly great, even breaking several bandages.

Time passed second by second, and her struggles grew more and more intense until finally, only splashes of water were visible.
This process was brief. Soon, she slowly stopped struggling. Just as she stopped struggling,
a stream of liquid suddenly gushed out from her vagina, shooting far away, while excrement also came out of her anus.

I quickly pulled her out of the water; she was already in a deep coma. I
began CPR. Although she had no heartbeat, she wasn't actually dead.

I performed artificial respiration again and again, my hands pressing on her chest. Her soft breasts were
somewhat cold. About five minutes passed, and she still didn't wake up.

I stopped CPR; she was basically beyond saving. But then, she vomited water and miraculously
woke up. She was extremely weak. I picked her up and gently stroked her back. At that moment,
I hated myself. I felt heartless, cruel, and cold-hearted, and I
deeply loathed myself. I thought, if I encountered someone like that, I would make sure they suffered a terrible death.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's all over!" I reassured her. But her eyes were filled with fear,
pure and simple terror. She dared not disobey me in any way.

After a long time, my legs started to go numb, so I nudged him and stood up. But
this time, she didn't stand up. Like a little puppy, she crept up to my feet and slowly crawled out
of the bathroom after me.

I was a little tired; it was already late at night. I sat in a chair, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Perhaps
I wouldn't see the sunrise tomorrow. I sighed deeply and beckoned to her. She obediently crawled over.

"Danyi, do you know? I really liked you, but I never thought you would
do something like this for yourself. Now that I've punished you, I'm not happy because it
doesn't anything; it only proves I'm a devil." I said, pressing her head against my thigh and
gently stroking her hair.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and soft envelop my penis. When I looked down, I saw her
sucking on my penis, struggling to swallow.

"Deeper," I cried out in my heart, but for some reason, I didn't want to say it to her.

"Master, can I take it in a little deeper?" She looked at me with alluring eyes, and without waiting for my
answer , she took my penis back in.

Her tongue was incredibly agile, sometimes tightly wrapped around, sometimes lightly skimming the surface, her techniques ever-changing. Before
long, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ah...ah..." she slowly moaned softly.

I stood up and thrust even deeper, all the way to her throat. When she looked up, I
could see her neck slowly deforming from the penetration of my penis—something extremely difficult, but
she did it with remarkable ease.

Perhaps due to nervousness, or some other reason, I didn't ejaculate for a long time. Seeing her growing increasingly
tired , I pulled her up and began to kiss her passionately. At first, she was somewhat evasive, but
after a while, she seemed to be captivated, her tongue intertwining with mine.

My hands began to knead her buttocks, starting with gentle caresses. She moaned softly, but as
I increased my force, her voice grew louder. Encouraged, I used even more force,
until I lost track of how much I was using. She didn't seem to feel pain; instead, she seemed
to be enjoying it more. Although she tried to suppress her moans, the low groans escaping her throat clearly
indicated she was reaching her limit.

I placed her on the cold floor, lifted her legs, and put them on my shoulders,
kissing her feet, toes, and soles frantically.

Her cries grew increasingly louder, her body stiffening. A warm current gushed from between her legs, and
her eyes became hazy. Without hesitation, I pressed her down and slowly thrust inside.

It was my first time penetrating a woman's vagina, and I didn't know if she was a virgin, so every step forward
was incredibly exciting. Her vagina felt so deep, so very deep, as if I could never reach the bottom. The soft, tender flesh inside her vagina
squeezed my penis relentlessly, making it difficult to move.

Finally, I encountered some resistance, and a flicker of joy crossed my mind. Just then, she suddenly thrust her hips
forward, actually managing to slide my penis inside herself. The sudden movement
caused a sharp pain even for me, let alone her.

Tears streamed down her face. I leaned down, kissed her cheek, and began to slowly thrust.
At first, it was incredibly difficult to move, but after a few minutes, the sound of flowing fluid filled the air, and the thrusting
became surprisingly smooth, making it impossible for me to stop. My thrusting speed increased dramatically.

"Ah...ah...no, I don't want to anymore," she cried desperately, pushing
me away with her hands, but her hips were responding to my thrusts. I tried to pull out completely, but found it impossible,
because for every little bit I pulled back, she would move forward a little bit.

"You slut, still saying no, but you can't even pull out," I said, pinching her breast.

"Gently, you're going to break me," she said, hugging and kissing me.

"Damn, you're so slutty, I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't fuck you to death," I said

, thrusting wildly. Our speed increased, and then I felt a sudden,
intense , a strong attraction deep within. A warm, scalding stream gushed onto my glans
. I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, my mind went blank, and my first ejaculation was finally complete.

It felt like an eternity before I realized I had ejaculated. I slowly pulled my penis out, finding
it covered in semen.

"Pop!" Because my penis and vagina were so close, there was a sound when I pulled it out. I
looked down saw that her vagina was perfectly clean; the
vaginal fluid had already flowed down her buttocks, and not a drop of semen had leaked out.

I parted her labia, and I could vaguely see white semen inside.

"Mmm," I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. She had actually taken my penis into her mouth
and cleaned it thoroughly.

"What's wrong? Do you still want more?" I asked.

"No!" She seemed very tired, but the allure in her eyes hadn't diminished at all. Perhaps
that's just her nature; even when she's exhausted, the seductive charm in her every move doesn't diminish.

"If you want more, just say so. There's no need for formalities." I helped her up and inserted myself into her vagina from behind.

"No, I said no." She desperately tried to please me, as if she was really afraid I would suddenly pull out.
Thinking of this, I maliciously pulled my penis out, but to my surprise, she screamed "Ah..." and
a powerful stream of liquid gushed out from her cunt, lasting for a good ten seconds. The liquid came so quickly and forcefully that I almost
suspected all the water in her body had turned into vaginal fluid and sprayed out.

"Water, I want water." She turned to me pitifully, as if begging me for water. I was
about to pour her some water, but she took my penis into her mouth and licked up all the remaining vaginal fluid
.

"Water, water, give me water..." she cried thirstily, kissing my penis incessantly.

I had a sudden idea, and a surge of urge to urinate came over me. I urinated into her mouth, and she didn't even flinch, drinking it in
large gulps .

"Is it good?" I asked with a smile.

"A little salty! Ugh!" she said, urinating as she spoke. Not long after, I finished urinating,
and she drank almost all of it. Surprisingly, she wasn't satisfied. She lowered her head and started licking the ground.

"You're so horny. By the way, why won't you let me have your body? Is it because you know you're a
slut ? If I fuck you, you'll become my slave completely," I said.

"I don't know. I'm afraid of men touching my body," she said, hiding further from me.

"Come on, go to the window. Let the whole city see your lewdness." I pushed her
towards the window and then penetrated her vagina from behind. With each thrust, she moaned.

I pinned her hands behind her back, her body leaning forward, pressing against the floor-to-ceiling window,
her full breasts squeezed out of shape.

After a short while, she was exhausted. Her vagina felt like a waterfall. Seeing her
struggling , I put my penis in her mouth.

To be continued…

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