【Slave Bride】(51) Author: Morishita

Author: Morishita
Word Count: 10444

(Fifty-one)

Shufei left.

On the day she departed for America, I could only stand in a corner of the airport, pretending to be a stranger as I watched her go.

Pushing Zhao Jia'en's wheelchair, Shufei's lingering gaze kept drifting towards me. If her in-
laws accompanied her, I believe she would have rushed to my side long ago.

Parting is inevitable, and Shufei, pushing Zhao Jia'en, disappeared through customs.

I sighed, feeling dejected, and prepared to leave as well. But as I turned, the large electronic
clock on the airport gate caught my eye, the date displayed seeming to remind me of something.

After a few seconds, I shouted, startling everyone around me, who all turned to look.

It was Xiaohui! Tomorrow was her husband Bailin's farewell ceremony! These past few days, I've been completely preoccupied with another
woman . If Shufei hadn't left, I might have completely forgotten about such an important day. Thinking of Xiaohui's
beautiful yet tragic face, and her deep affection for me, I felt a surge of emotion mixed with profound guilt…

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The funeral was held at a funeral home in a certain county. The local official in this county used to be a triad boss, but now he's "
laundered . Even a fool knows he's just a white-skinned black-hearted man. Almost all the elected representatives here are his former underlings,
and he controls the law enforcement agencies. It's a thoroughly "triad-run county," so you can imagine why Brother Biao specifically chose
this place to hold Bolin's funeral.

To have enough time to react, I drove out in the middle of the night. When I arrived, it was still dark.
Although there was a main road outside the funeral home, it was pitch black, and no cars were passing by. Only the stark white streetlights quietly illuminated the road.

The scene inside the funeral home was even more chilling than the outside. Under the cover of night, the dark buildings resembled ghostly shadows .
Of the dozen or so memorial halls, only two or three were lit, with faint chanting emanating from them, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere
.

I suppressed my tingling fear and walked towards the brightest memorial hall. Reaching the door, I looked up
and saw that the plaque above read "Bai Lin's Farewell Ceremony."

Looking inside, the venue was already set up. A large photograph of Bai Lin hung high amidst a sea of flowers, smiling
brightly . If the dead could know, his feelings at this moment would be completely opposite to those in the photograph.

Several men in black inside seemed menacing, so I dared not enter rashly. Instead, I stealthily circled
the memorial hall, looking for another way to sneak in.

Sure enough, I found an entrance on the side. The door wasn't completely closed, and I could faintly hear voices inside.
My blood quickly walked over.

Reaching the door, I peeked through the crack in the wall and felt my heart pounding.
Inside, a graceful figure stood with her back to me—it was Han Zhihui, the woman I had been longing for.

Xiao Hui's hair was simply styled in a bun, revealing her ivory nape. The long trench coat she wore, along with
the elegant high heels on her slender feet, were the same ones she had worn months ago when she risked everything to rescue me. Since that day,
the time she had been clothed was few and far between; the majority of her time was spent bound by rope. Thinking of
this, my heart ached with sorrow and reluctance.

Two men in black stood beside her, presumably Biao Ge's men who had escorted her.
Even , appeared exceptionally fragile and captivating.

I shifted my attention to the surroundings and was startled to realize that this was the back of the mourning hall. A coffin with a specially made
transparent there in a chilling way, and it was obvious whose body was inside.

A bald, burly man in a yellow monk's robe sat facing me on the coffin lid, his bare
chest , his bare feet brazenly stepping on it, showing no respect for the deceased.

Judging from his appearance, he was probably a thug posing as a monk or a fake monk with impure thoughts. I didn't know his name, so I'll just call him the fake
monk.

Several bundles of hemp rope of varying thicknesses were piled on the coffin.

Just then, the fake monk leered at Xiaohui and asked, "Is it you? Is this your husband lying in here?"

Shufei responded with silence.

"Speak!" the fake monk suddenly roared, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

I was startled by his sudden change in demeanor, not to mention Xiaohui, who was directly in the way, her frail body trembling
violently .

She still didn't respond, only trembling slightly in pitiful distress.

"Take her clothes off!" the fake monk said coldly.

Two men in black, one on each side, together removed Xiao Hui's trench coat and threw it on the ground.

Underneath, Xiao Hui wore only a white, thin-strapped blouse, revealing her shapely shoulders and half-naked
back ;

her smooth shoulder blades were incredibly sexy. Even the thin blouse couldn't conceal her fully exposed curves; the skirt hem barely reached her
rounded, shapely buttocks, and her two long, beautiful legs were dazzling.

This Xiao Hui was like a sacred goddess ready to sacrifice herself. Although I couldn't bear to leave her behind,
the thought of her being shamefully violated and abused today in front of Bai Lin's body and memorial tablet, and his colleagues and relatives, made
my lower body unconsciously harden again.

"Let go! Don't cover up!"

Just as I was lost in reverie, I suddenly heard the fake monk shout. Xiao Hui's hands were immediately grabbed by two men in black beside her.

"Hmph, what's this? Why are your breasts wet? What happened?" The fake monk's lecherous eyes stared at Xiao Hui's alluring breasts under her
sexy thin shirt.

Xiao Hui had her back to me, so I couldn't see what was happening on her chest, but I could guess that she was still lactating, and they
hadn't made her wear a bra... Thinking of this, my penis became even more shamelessly hard and painful...

Having lost Shu Fei, I missed Xiao Hui even more after two months apart. I wondered what she had become during this time.
So when no one was paying attention, I sneaked into the room and, using the tables, chairs, and piles of cardboard boxes as cover, slowly circled around to the other side.
I hid behind a pile of cardboard boxes very close to her and finally saw her beautiful face as before.

My Xiao Hui had a delicate face, and although she looked a little sad, she wasn't haggard. It seemed that Brother Biao hadn't been too harsh on her during this time
.

Or perhaps, it was all for this moment. According to what Brother Biao had told me before, after
her husband and her two young daughters would be sold to a buyer, beginning an even crueler life. So
, for the sake of the "product's" perfection, Brother Biao hadn't ravaged her beyond recognition.

My gaze moved down from her face, lingering on her breasts, which strained against her thin-strapped shirt, and a surge of heat instantly rushed to my head .
The two beautiful snow-capped peaks seemed even fuller than two months ago, accentuating Xiao Hui's sexy collarbones, slender
arms and waist, and her fair, satin-like skin—it was simply breathtaking!

I knew this was probably Xuecun's masterpiece. Xiao Hui must have been forced to drink his specially prepared lactation-enhancing soup every day to clear
her milk ducts , and she was cruelly bound and sculpted with ropes to ensure that her slender and delicate parts had no excess fat, resulting in
such an alluring body that took my breath away.

And just as the fake monk had said, the tops of her breasts, stretched taut by her thin clothes, had two wet patches about the size of fifty-yuan coins, and
the pink nipples were visible to the touch.

"Is it breast milk? Are you still breastfeeding?" the fake monk asked excitedly, his fingers gently teasing the erect
nipples .

"No..." Being played with in front of her husband's body, Xiao Hui struggled in shame and pain, but her wrists were held by two men
in black , and she couldn't escape at all.

Thick breast milk seeped through the thin fabric, forming white, cloudy strands on his fingertips.

"I didn't know the widow was still breastfeeding today. Looks like this is going to be exciting, hehe!" The fake monk put
his milk-covered fingers in his mouth, sucking on them.

"In that case, I must examine these breasts first..."

He pulled his saliva-covered fingers out of his mouth, and his two large hands ruthlessly kneaded Xiao Hui's breasts, his fingers
twisting her swollen nipples through her clothes.

"No... what are you doing... um... stop..."

Xiao Hui struggled violently, and instantly her breast milk leaked out uncontrollably. Not only did her entire undergarment quickly become soaked, but
the cloudy liquid also gushed from her nipples through the fabric fibers, flowing onto the fake monk's hands and arms, dripping
onto the ground.

"A lot... haha..." The lecherous man didn't let go, but instead used even more force and roughness. Xiao Hui groaned in shame and pain
, and milk even weakly spurted out from under her transparent thin clothes.

"What amazing milk supply..." The fake monk's eyes widened, his face filled with incredulous excitement.

He released her, and Xiao Hui's slender legs went weak. She could barely
stand, panting heavily, held up by the two men in black. Her thin one-piece dress was completely soaked with milk, clinging to her alluring body, and breast milk
continued to flow down her thighs. White liquid was also seeping from the high heels she was wearing.

"Your body is very sensitive, isn't it? You can't even stand like this?" The fake monk then flicked her nipples.

"I didn't... stop... umm... stop..."

She writhed like a worm. I watched from the side, filled with anger, but I hadn't seen Xiao Hui for a long time. Her
current appearance made it impossible for me to look away, and my heart was pounding like a drum, while my penis shamelessly wouldn't go soft.

"Come here! Before the funeral begins, I'll have a taste!" The lecherous man pulled Xiao Hui over and
forced her down onto Bai Lin's coffin, beginning to tear at her soaking wet clothes.

"No... not here... waah... don't do this..." Xiao Hui cried and struggled.

"How about it? Do you feel guilty? Ashamed? Or are you actually excited?... "
The fake monk grinned lewdly, looking up at the men in black and shouting, "Come help me hold her legs! Take off her
high heels !"

"No!... Bai Lin... waah..."

Xiao Hui was held down by two big men, the fake monk straddling her, his large hands moving up and down,
the sound of tearing clothes rang out, Xiao Hui was already stripped naked on her husband's coffin, and then even her panties were about to be removed
.

"Stop... stop... I don't want to..." Xiao Hui desperately squeezed her thighs together to resist, not wanting her last piece of
privacy to be exposed in front of her deceased husband.

"Damn it!" The fake monk released her, shouting angrily, "If you don't behave, I'll bring your two daughters
here too!"

"No! No! Please, please let them go..." Xiao Hui stopped struggling, grabbing the fake monk's arm and pleading
desperately .

"Sure, if you behave, there won't be any problems."

Xiao Hui bit her lip, clear tears streaming down her beautiful eyes.

"Want it?" the fake monk asked loudly.

"Mmm..." She gave up struggling, weakly responding. Seeing that the threat was effective, the fake monk lewdly
pulled off her soaking wet panties from her legs, crumpled them, and tossed them aside.

Now completely naked, Xiao Hui shamefully clenched her bare genitals, curling up on her deceased husband's coffin lid, trembling.

"Okay, hehe, get up, sit on your husband's coffin, open your legs."

Faced with this excessive demand, she shook her head in shame.

"Or do you want your daughter to take your place? Her name is Xiao Youxi, right? I brought her here yesterday,
she's in another room now."

"No! No!" Xiao Hui pleaded in panic.

"Then do as I say," the fake monk said coldly.

Xiao Hui had no choice but to sit up, her body completely naked. I saw her beautiful white
feet trembling, and I completely understood her pain. She couldn't possibly do such a
thing on Bai Lin's transparent coffin lid, but that lecherous man was threatening her with Xiao Youxi and Xiao Pingguo. As a mother (though she had long since lost her motherhood),
she had no other choice.

"Hurry up!" the fake monk shouted.

Xiao Hui closed her tearful eyes and slowly opened her legs.

"Open them as wide as possible, your toes can't touch the coffin. Who will help support her from behind?"

"Mmm," Xiao Hui gasped softly, her bare feet dangling in the air as she bent her legs into an M-shape, a shameful
position, supported by men in black behind her.

"Open your eyes and look at your husband's face," the fake monk cruelly commanded.

"No...let me go..."

Xiao Hui shook her head frantically, pleading in fear. I couldn't even imagine what Bai Lin looked like now. That lecherous man actually dared to
betray his husband, Xiao Hui, and force her to look at his remains in this position—it was unimaginably cruel.

"If you dare to betray your husband, what are you afraid to look at! Open your eyes! If you don't open your eyes, I'll bring your two
daughters to see!"

Forced by him, Xiao Hui could only suppress her fear and lower her head. When she saw Bai Lin's remains inside the transparent coffin
, she trembled violently. Tears of shame and fear, along with her constantly leaking breast milk, dripped onto the coffin.

"So shameless? The milk is still dripping? And let me see your lower body, don't move..."

The fake monk gripped her snow-white thighs with both hands, pressing two thumbs against her soft mons pubis, pulling her wet, red
vulva apart. Her entire sticky vulva was fully exposed before her husband's remains beneath the coffin, even
the inside of was clearly visible.

"Ugh...no..."

"Don't move!" Xiao Hui was scolded before she could struggle. She could only tremble and shed tears, her legs spread wide,
her two sexy feet raised in the air, the tips of her slender toes clenched in shame.

"It's full of lustful fluid inside, your husband will really die with his eyes wide open, hehe... Look at him! Who gave you permission to turn your face away?"
The fake monk said excessively, his rough fingers pressing and rubbing her clitoris above her vulva.

"No! Don't!" Xiao Hui struggled violently.

"Hold her tight! Don't let her move!"

The man in black behind her obeyed, immediately grabbing her legs from behind, forcing her naked lower body to open even wider.
Xiao Hui could only writhe in shame and pain, completely unable to escape the tragic fate of being played with on her husband's coffin.

"Um... no... this will make me... um ah..." After a while, she pleaded with labored, panting breaths.

"What will you do? Tell me...hehe."

"Ugh...don't do this...don't do it on Bolin...ah...um ah..."

"If you don't tell me what will happen, how am I supposed to know why I can't do this to you on your dead husband?"

The fake monk's fingers kept kneading the wet, hard clitoris.

"Ugh...um...hum hum..." Shufei could no longer suppress her intense moans.

"So sensitive...Madam..."

Suddenly another finger was inserted into her burning vagina, and thick love juice gushed out from the crevice.

"No...ah ha...I'll...I'll pee...ah..." Xiaohui arched her jade neck, her legs and toes
were taut, and the mammary glands on her nipples kept secreting small bean-like drops of breast milk, which, after merging, turned into
white juice and slid down her excited body.

"Just pee..." The fake monk's fingers were deeply inserted into Xiaohui's vagina, making a squelching sound,
while his other hand continued to tease her sensitive clitoris.

"Ugh... Bolin... Uh... Mmm..."

Xiao Hui groaned sadly, calling out her deceased husband's name. Then she convulsed violently, unable to stop the shameful urine
from flowing out of her vulva as the fake monk's fingers probed her, running down the coffin to the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so unable to hold back, madam. You're too greedy. You can even
urinate . How can your poor husband be sent to the afterlife like this?"

"Ugh... I'm sorry... Lin... I'm sorry..." Xiao Hui trembled violently with shame.

"No need to apologize. Let me taste your delicious, juicy little pussy..." The fake monk pulled out
his fingers, which were covered in juice, and once again spread open her wet, red vulva. Despite her struggles and pleas, he still sucked on it!

"Ugh... Mmm... Ah..."

Xiao Hui's wet and shiny body tensed, her full breasts trembling alluringly, milk dripping faster and
faster from her nipples.

"Ugh...no..."

The fake monk sucked hard, his tongue seemingly swirling inside, then with a "pop," he pulled away from her
engorged vagina, and Xiao Hui let out a long, intense moan.

The fake monk stared excitedly at her genitals, licking his lips, which were still wet with her love juice, clearly not
finished yet.

"No...stop...don't...Bai Lin...is watching...uh..."

Xiao Hui pleaded, panting heavily, but the lecherous man once again roughly pulled open her vulva and sucked
on it.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Hui arched back, tilting her face up and moaning meaninglessly, her long legs stretched taut from the instep to
the toes .

"Mmm... Chu..."

"Ugh..."

"Glug... Chu... Just...

" "Ugh... Uh..."

"Snort... Chu!..."

"Uh... Uh... Uh-uh..."

"Chu..."

...

The fake monk made her tremble violently against her husband's coffin again and again, until it was just barely squeezed out
convulsions and moans, before he finally pulled his mouth away from her almost bright red vulva.

Xiao Hui, her body weak with orgasm, no longer cared where she was lying. Even though the man in black and the fake monk
were no longer holding her, she still didn't have the strength to close her legs, just lying there on the transparent coffin lid, moaning and panting, her naked
genitals exposed above Bai Lin's still unburied body.

But the fake monk didn't intend to let her rest. He simply took off his yellow robe and underwear, naked
, his penis erect, and climbed back onto the coffin.

"Let's lick each other."

"No... I won't... Ugh..."

Seeing this, I unconsciously clenched my fists; it was hard to describe this contradictory feeling! Excitement suppressed
my anger, numbing my brain. The reason for this was absolutely related to the place where this lecherous man had violated Xiao Hui.

The fake monk forcibly shoved his penis into Xiao Hui's mouth, and then, in a 69 position with heads and feet reversed, they
performed oral sex on each other on Bai Lin's coffin.

"Mmm...uh..." The fake monk's firm buttocks writhed excitedly on top, his thick penis ravaging Xiao Hui
's cute little mouth, while on the other end, he spread Xiao Hui's thighs and licked her tender vulva with a slurping sound.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Hui's two beautiful legs were forced into the air, and in extreme shame,
she writhed in agony as the fake monk's strong body and her husband's coffin were squeezed together, leaving only her small hands to struggle, trying to push away the fake monk's lower body pressing against her face.

But tragically, her body, which had already climaxed several times, was no match for her naturally sensitive constitution. Just as the fake
monk's penis was still hard and deeply inserted into her throat, she was sucked into orgasm again, her whole body trembling.

"So sensitive... What kind of body is this? It's so satisfying and fulfilling for a man to play with such a beauty.
Even though she's so shy and keeps resisting, she climaxes so easily..." The fake monk panted excitedly.

He climbed off Xiao Hui, his thick, throbbing member, which had been swallowed by her, standing erect between her legs at an astonishing angle, almost touching her stomach
.

Then he pushed Xiao Hui's thighs apart, who was still lying on the coffin lid, unable to catch her breath, knelt down, and grasped his
penis , pressing the glans against her wet, hot vulva.

"No... no... not here... um... um..." Xiao Hui struggled to escape, but the man
in black grabbed her hands and pressed her against the coffin lid. The fake monk excitedly rubbed his hard glans against her muddy pubic flesh, and she immediately went
limp and gasped, unable to resist.

"Your husband is watching. We deliberately made him die with his eyes open, which was really good. It's so
exciting!"

"No... no..." Upon hearing this, Xiao Hui struggled again, unwilling to give up, but by then the villain had already...
He pressed against the narrow opening of her vagina, then applied a little force, and the glans squeezed open the vaginal opening and disappeared inside.

"Ah..." She groaned, arching her body in a daze.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You'll fall in love with me, in front of your deceased husband..." The fake monk gripped her slender waist with both hands and began
to thrust.

"No... um... no... ah... um... ah... I'm sorry... ah... Lin... woo
... I'm sorry... woo..."

"Sorry for what? Look at you... you clearly like this feeling..." The fake monk thrust again and
again, swinging his hips against Xiao Hui's naked lower body, making a slapping sound on Bai Lin's coffin lid.

"No... ah... um... um... ah... um..." Xiao Hui tried to stay awake, biting
her lower lip to keep from making a sound, but it was all extinguished when the thick penis was inserted to the very bottom, and her moans and gasps only
fueled his lust.

Looking from behind, I saw the fake monk's bare buttocks dangling with two swollen testicles, which slapped
against Xiao Hui's snow-white mons pubis with each thrust, causing her love juices to splatter everywhere—a truly lewd sight.

"Mmm...so good...Madam's hole is so tight...truly a masterpiece...mmm...Madam...let's kiss
..."

"No...um..." Xiao Hui said no, but the fake monk had already pounced on her, pressing down on her and forcefully kissing her soft
lips.

"Damn it..." I gritted my teeth, my anger boiling, but my lower body was still hard. I didn't know whether I should
rush out to save her, even though rushing out would only be futile and I would just get caught.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

The fake monk kissed her roughly, not forgetting to vigorously twist his buttocks and thrust his body. Xiao Hui's occupied little mouth kept
emitting intense, muffled moans, and milk kept
flowing The coffin lid and the floor below were already wet with white puddle.

Gradually, her resistance lessened, and with the fake monk's thrusting, her pristine naked body trembled with shame, her
delicate tongue surrendering to his sucking.

Seeing this, the fake monk kept his lips pressed against hers, but then grabbed her hands and placed them behind her neck, before lifting
her up to sit.

"Mmm...no...don't..." In the shy position of sitting face-to-face with her arms wrapped around his neck, Xiao Hui
suddenly sobered up and struggled again.

"Be good, don't resist...I'll make you feel good..." the fake monk breathed heavily, his strong arms
gripping Xiao Hui's waist like iron, preventing her escape.

"No! Let me go...Bai Lin is down there...uh...mmm...no...uh..." Xiao Hui
desperately pushed against the fake monk's shoulders, but to him, it was like the strength of a mosquito.

Moreover, her resistance only aroused his excitement.

"My husband's eyes... are watching where I'm penetrating you... It's so exciting... Watch me fuck you to death...
"

The fake monk thrust his lower body repeatedly, making Xiao Hui's bones go weak. Even when she wanted to say no, she was
replaced .

"You like it, right? Watch me... Mmm..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly buried his head in Xiao Hui's soft breasts and bit down on her swollen nipple.

"Ugh..." Poor Xiao Hui, her sexy body arched back, but her slender waist was held by strong arms.

The abundant breast milk gushed out the moment his teeth bit down on her nipple, as if it had been pent up for a long time. The fake monk didn't have time to suck it up, and
a white liquid gushed from the corner of his mouth. Little Apple's food was thus haphazardly ruined.

"Mmm... Chu... Glug..."

He grasped her swollen breasts and excitedly sucked on the freshly squeezed, hot breast milk, then thrust his lower body even more violently. Xiao Hui
was continuously groaning and lost in thought as she was pounded by the strong male organ. The entire heavy coffin was shaken by them until it creaked.

"Come...come kiss me..." The fake monk released his lips from her engorged nipples, his mouth full of milk, and grabbed Xiao Hui's
limp arms again, wrapping them around the back of his neck before kissing her lips.

"Mmm...uh..." Xiao Hui was powerless to resist, and simply hugged him, sitting shamefully on his lap,
half willingly and half forced, lifting and twisting her hips, letting the thick penis fill her vagina and move in and out, while she and the fake monk
entwined their tongues and moaned.

"That feels so good, now let's try this..." The fake monk had enjoyed this position that made Xiao Hui ashamed of her deceased husband, and had sucked his
fill of her sweet, tender tongue, and now he wanted to try something new.

He held Xiao Hui's slender fingers together, then lay back on the coffin lid, straddling her, and said, "It's your turn
to move. Making love like this on your husband's body will be incredibly lewd and exciting!"

"No..." Xiao Hui shook her head. Seeing her refusal, the fake monk below began to move himself. Xiao
Hui moaned in shame and pain as the thick penis, filling her vulva and with a section still protruding, slid back and forth, its
testicles with wet, lustful fluid.

"Good girl, I'll make you feel good... Your husband never made you feel this good, did he?" The fake monk pressed his hands against
Xiao Hui's slender palms, interlocking his fingers with hers, then rocked back and forth with even more force.

"Ugh... No... No... Bolin... Hmm... Below... Hmm..." Xiao Hui
shook her head in shame and pain, her naked body swaying as she straddled the fake monk. Her once-piled hair had long since fallen loose, the messy strands
sticking to her sweat-drenched cheeks, neck, and shoulders.

"Your husband's wasn't very good, was it? I've seen the specimen..." the fake monk asked her excitedly.

"No...don't do this...ooh..."

"Doesn't it feel good when I do this to you? Like this!" The fake monk suddenly thrust his lower body upwards with force, and Xiao Hui, who was riding on top
, let out a moan. If the fake monk hadn't held her hands by her fingers, she would have fallen backwards long ago.

"One more time!"

"Mmm..."

"Want more?"

"Mmm..."

The fake monk thrust again and again, and Xiao Hui, who was riding on the man's body, was like
a delicate flower in a storm, being pushed back and forth, making people worry that her slender waist might break.

"It's your turn to move! Hurry up!" the fake monk commanded with heavy breathing.

"No...ooh..." She shook her head with panting breaths, and was thrust upwards again with a painful cry that echoed throughout
the morgue.

"Move for me!"

Xiao Hui was finally exhausted and could no longer resist. Her narrow hole clamped down on the wet man's penis, and she resignedly raised her buttocks.

"Mmm...yes..." The fake monk closed his eyes to enjoy it. As Xiao Hui's movements became more and more skilled, his voice
became more excited: "Oh...that's it...mmm...so good...my wife is so good..."

The fake monk groaned excitedly, his hands tightly interlocking Xiao Hui's fingers, making her rise and fall shamefully on top of him, her breasts...
Her two full, white breasts swayed up and down, the nipples occasionally spurting out milk.

"Yes...oh...so good...faster...faster..."

"Ugh...um...um..." Xiao Hui gasped as she continued to move, shaking her head in shame and pain. She was almost out of
strength and trembling, looking like she was about to climax.

"Squat...squatting...it feels better..." the fake monk said with heavy breathing.

"No...uh..." Xiao Hui pleaded, but was immediately thrust into again, finally obeying and struggling to move from
the kneeling position on top of the fake monk to an even more shameful and lewd squatting position.

"Yes...like this, I'm going to let go of your hands, you have to move properly..."

The fake monk released his hands that were tightly clasped around Xiao Hui's fingers, and instead grasped her ankles that were squatting on either side, while bending her legs
so that she could reach behind her and lift her buttocks by supporting herself on his knees.

"Move faster... I'll let you off when you climax."

Xiao Hui had no choice but to squat on her husband's transparent coffin lid, straddling another man, her buttocks
clamping around his penis as she tried to lift him up.

"Mmm... ah... mmm... mmm..."

she moaned shyly, her alluring breasts bouncing up and down, milk sloshing from them. The woman-on-top position made
the impact of their naked bodies produce a series of slapping sounds, their love juices rubbing together into a thick, sticky fluid that was constantly being pulled out in strands.

"Ugh..." Finally, she placed her hands on the knees of the fake monks behind her, arching her body and trembling violently.

The fake monks must have sensed that she was about to climax, because they twisted their lower bodies a few times, rubbing the head of their penis, which was deeply inserted into her vagina, against her
melting clitoris, and then thrust upwards with force!

"Ugh..."

Xiao Hui groaned, even gripping the coffin lid tightly with her toes.

"Is it good? Is it good?" the fake monk asked impatiently, panting, and said excitedly, "Your vaginal fluid is gushing out!
It feels so good on my glans! And it's so tight, mmm...it's amazing..."

Xiao Hui convulsed several times before slowly collapsing onto the man.

"You're done, but I'm not yet, get up! Let's try a different position!"

The fake monk picked her up, pulled his thick, throbbing penis out of her wet, swollen vagina, the glans as
black and shiny as a plump, poisonous mushroom.

He put Xiao Hui on the ground, made her wrap her arms around the back of his neck, then lifted one of her legs, and held his penis, pressing the glans
against her wet vulva again.

"Hold on tight, I'm going in!" With that, the glans forced its way into her vagina, and the entire penis slowly entered.

"Mmm...ah..." Xiao Hui only had one foot on the ground, her beautiful toes rising high, her arms
tightly wrapped around the fake monk's neck to keep her upright.

"Let's start moving..." The fake monk pulled out a section of his penis and pushed it back in.

"Ah..."

"Feels good, doesn't it... There's more..."

Then, he slowly increased the speed, lifting one of Xiao Hui's legs and thrusting in and out with a slapping sound.

"Ugh... Mmm... Ah..." Xiao Hui struggled to hold him tightly, her whole body trembling from the thrusting,
her erect nipples still oozing embarrassing breast milk.

"This will be tiring, put your feet on it, and let your husband see clearly..." The fake monk stopped panting,
lifting Xiao Hui's leg onto the coffin and letting her stand barefoot on it.

Xiao Hui, already weak from being played with, did not resist, letting the fake monk do as he pleased, her arms still tightly wrapped around the back of his
neck .

"Let's continue, hehe, this way it's right above your husband's face, he should be able to see everything clearly...
"

"Mmm... Mmm... Ugh..."

The penis continued to thrust in and out, the fake monk kissed her small mouth, and their lips and tongues intertwined.

I was burning with jealousy, yet also conflictedly excited, unconsciously rubbing my own penis.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind me—it was Brother Biao's voice, the voice that terrified me. Even in my grave, I
would never forget it!

Before my heart could even leap into my throat, a large, fan-like hand grabbed my neck, shoving me through the hidden
cardboard boxes until I reached the coffin where the fake monk and Xiao Hui were shamefully having sex.

"Mmm..." Xiao Hui, dazed from the act, was startled awake by the sound. She opened her beautiful eyes, and the moment she saw me,
tears welled up in her eyes...

=========================================

Xiao Hui was taken to the morgue, where two large men used soap and hot water to wash her
body, which was covered in the fake monk's sweat, saliva, and semen.

When she was brought back, Brother Biao had already beaten me to the ground, unable to get up.

"Master! How are you?" She struggled in panic, trying to run to see my injuries, but was grabbed.

"Hui... I'm fine, don't worry," I forced a smile to reassure her, my face bruised and swollen.

"You say you're fine? You... you're injured like this... why did you come to me? Why were you so foolish?"

she choked out, tears of emotion and joy streaming down her face.

"Because you're my woman... I can't leave you... Oh!"

I said, when Biao Ge kicked me hard in the stomach again.

"Master!" she cried out, yelling angrily at Biao Ge, "Don't hit him! I'll do whatever you want! Don't
lay a hand on him!"

"Hmph, I remember saying that if you dare come back to this little cow again, I'll make sure you never see
the sun again, right?" Biao Ge coldly looked at me, curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain.

"Let me... be with her... she was punished alone... at her husband's funeral... so pitiful...
" I pleaded through gritted teeth.

"No! I'm fine! This is enough. I'm happy that you haven't forgotten me... Don't
worry about me anymore, just beg them to let you go!" Xiao Hui cried.

"Hmph, a pair of bitches, fine!" Brother Biao sneered, "Let the adulterer take the stage today too.
We'll decide how to punish you after this. You'd better be prepared!"

"No... let him go... let my master go..." Xiao Hui continued to plead for me.

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll kill this worm right now!"

Xiao Hui dared not make a sound, only able to watch my condition with tears streaming down her face and sobbing.

"Hehe, you really did a good job as a worm!" Brother Biao said sourly.

"To save this worm, you'll have to drink this bowl of extra potent lactation-inducing soup!"

Brother Biao held a bowl of soup, even darker than the one he had given Xiao Hui before, and brought it to her lips. Xiao Hui closed her eyes and
obediently opened her mouth and drank it all.

"Next, we'll tie up your lewd body, then you'll have to change into mourning clothes, and in half an hour you'll attend the hearing."
"The other guests are coming soon. You must go outside to greet them, dressed in mourning clothes," said Brother Biao.

So poor Xiao Hui's pristine white body was bound tightly with hemp rope by the fake monk. Her breasts, swollen with milk,
were also bound and tightly bound, and her dripping nipples were secured with thin hemp rope.

After her body was bound in this shameful armor, the fake monk first made her put on a pair of coarse hemp underwear. It was unimaginable
how unbearable it would be for such rough, flesh-gripping material to be pressed against a woman's delicate and sensitive private parts.

Next, he threw another set of coarse hemp mourning clothes and straw sandals in front of Xiao Hui, first helping her put them on her naked
body, bound only with hemp rope, and then making her step into the tight straw sandals with her bare white feet.

"So sexy, hehe, such a widow is truly tempting to commit a crime, I must thoroughly ravage her..."

the fake monk breathed heavily, unable to suppress his admiration, and Brother Biao also revealed a satisfied smile.

Xiao Hui was so ashamed that she didn't know how to behave. Her mourning clothes were made of coarse hemp, and her naked body
was barely visible underneath. Her breasts were still being pushed up by her nipples, which were slowly leaking milk. Her slender waist was tied with a hemp belt,
and the mourning clothes only covered half of her thighs. Below that were her two long, white, jade-like legs and her
delicate bare feet wearing only straw sandals...

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