The Corpse Club, Chapters 5-8, by jielaerde1

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(V)

I often think that money is a wonderful thing. With money, you can do whatever you want, and people will fawn over you
wherever . There are plenty of men and women who will grovel before you. As long as you say a word, you can do
whatever you want and get whatever you desire. No wonder so many people go crazy for money and lose themselves.

At the gates of the underworld in the suburbs of the city, a knocking sound rang out, sounding particularly loud in the dead of night.
Several gray-black crows were startled and flew away, their harsh cries echoing as they flew further and further away.

I sat on the soft sofa, watching the group of women being tortured by little devils in the hall. Their naked
bodies were completely exposed, their breasts and buttocks were exposed, and they were being posed in various lewd positions. Hideous
little devils , wielded various cruel instruments of torture, mercilessly inserting them into the various holes of the women's bodies. Their delicate flesh and
anuses were stretched to their limits. The women's hair was disheveled, their mouths gaping open in agony, their pale faces seemingly still
alive , yet uttering not a sound.

This must be what the underworld is like, right?

Long ago, I disliked the club's lobby; I preferred a spacious and bright feel, but
this place was set up as a hellish, gloomy place. The twisted female bodies shocked me and terrified me,
but now, looking at the corpses of those women suffering torture even in death, I felt no pity or fear,
only an endless desire swelling and growing beneath me.

The Gates of Hell paid high prices to some corpse raisers who possessed supernatural, mysterious abilities. They could use secret techniques to turn
women 's corpses into corpse prostitutes, keeping their flesh soft and unrotten, for the club members' pleasure.
While defiled their beautiful corpses, I more than once marveled at the mystery of the world and reveled in it.

Aside from being used as a corpse prostitute, normal corpses are very difficult to preserve in nature. However,
there are exceptions. If the burial place happens to be a place of great yin energy, the body will not
decompose. To date, the oldest corpse in the club is a female corpse from the Republican era, who died about eighty
years ago. Her coffin was buried in such a place, and for decades, the body [entire text] did not decay at all, and her face remained
lifelike. Later, the club members learned of this and transported her back to the underworld through underground channels.

I lamented that such places in nature are so rare, otherwise we perverts could have a few more
ancient corpses to play with.

In the empty room with the number 332, an antique sandalwood bed was placed in the center of the room.
On the dressing table next to the bed, a woman was sitting in a chair. She was wearing a light purple cheongsam, with a beautiful figure, a slender
waist round, pear-shaped buttocks that seemed to be about to burst the cheongsam
. Her buttocks were faintly visible under the semi-transparent fabric.

The woman stood with her back to the door, seemingly engrossed in applying makeup. Half
her face, already made up, was reflected in the mirror opposite her. Her hair was styled in curls, and her delicate features were lifelike; it was hard to believe she had been dead for over eighty years.

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her slender waist. Unlike other corpse prostitutes, her body
was smooth yet stiff. The optimal time to create a corpse prostitute is within seventy-two hours, allowing the skin
to retain its elasticity from life. But for this woman's corpse from over eighty years ago, who could ask for more?

I tightened my grip, letting her lean gently against my shoulder. Looking at the reflection in the mirror,
the two people, decades apart in age, now looked like a couple. Although she had been dead for decades, her
appearance in the mirror remained unchanged, slightly thinner, with prominent cheekbones, yet still revealing the beauty she possessed in life. If she were truly
alive today, would I be her grandson or great-grandson?

But these thoughts were meaningless; she died in the prime of her life, and her body,
a gift from nature, had been preserved. And now she's become my grandson's or great-grandson's plaything.

I carried her to the bed, her elbows and knees supporting her body as she combed her hair, putting her in a kneeling position.
Her body was stiff, only able to assume this one position. I don't like stiff corpses, but I
didn't care at the moment. I lifted her thin cheongsam, revealing her round buttocks, and between her buttocks, her wrinkled
anus was exposed. The original brown wrinkles had faded slowly over time, now almost the same color as her skin.

I pulled down my pants, and my hard penis sprang out. I held her naked lower body with my hand, my penis pressing against her
labia, which were already filled with lubricant. With a gentle thrust, my hard penis forced open the slit and
entered her body.

Perhaps because of her stiffness, her vagina seemed narrow, and even with the help of lubricant, I couldn't
fully penetrate her. I straightened my penis and gently moved it in and out of her body. The female corpse's vagina was icy cold, the narrow flesh
gripping my penis tightly. Although entry and exit were difficult, the strenuous friction was all the more pleasurable.

I held her lower abdomen from behind, noticing her body was lighter than a normal corpse; perhaps time had taken
something from her. With a sudden burst of strength, I easily lifted her up.

Like holding a toy, I supported the female corpse's shoulders, walking and fucking her as I went. My hard
penis supported her light body, her stiff body rising and falling with each thrust, trembling with
each stroke.

The female corpse's limbs dangled in the air, her entire weight resting on my hands and penis. Her head drooped, her wavy
hair spread out, her smooth, bare back and full, snowy buttocks gleaming white under the light, igniting my lust.

After a long period of intercourse, I finally reached a pleasurable climax, a large gush of white semen shooting from my penis,
penetrating the deepest part of the stiff, ancient female corpse.

(vi)

In necrophilia clubs, besides the normal profiteering from prostitution using corpses, the clubs also offer cadaver prostitution
services. For example, the aforementioned bumbling judge turned his daughter into a cadaver prostitute, making her everyone's
sex toy. The club would smuggle out newly deceased corpses designated by members using various means and turn them into cadaver prostitutes
for members' sexual pleasure. However, the club would never accept murder missions; this was a principle, and a bottom line that the club could not cross to survive in this
society.

Custom-made female corpses are incredibly expensive at the gates of the underworld; even billionaires would feel the pinch. Therefore, in reality,
there aren't many people who commission corpse prostitutes.

So, money really is a powerful thing. The ancients said, "Money can make the devil turn the millstone." Now, it's "Money
can make the devil prostitute himself."

Speaking of ghosts, in Thailand, many people actually keep ghosts. Some sorcerers use magic to imprison
souls and command them to do shady things, such as murder. There's a saying, "Man dies for money, birds
die for food." If you really have a lot of money, it's not impossible to summon back the souls of the dead. However,
this kind of magic is immoral and greatly shortens a person's lifespan, so ordinary sorcerers don't do it.

In the club, there is such a special corpse prostitute, the only one. She's special
because she has a soul. Her soul is imprisoned in her body, and the one who does this is her husband.

The story is this: this woman divorced her husband because of conflicts, and in order to permanently possess his
beautiful wife... Her husband orchestrated an accident in which his wife died unharmed,
her body turned into a corpse prostitute. He then used all his wealth to hire a sorcerer who
summoned her soul and imprisoned it within her body. After this act, the sorcerer suffered a backlash, his lifespan exhausted, and he died a
painful death.

Everything had gone even better than planned; he didn't even need to pay the sorcerer. But what her
husband never expected was that just as he gleefully removed his pants, intending to enjoy his spoils, his
wife's vengeful spirit broke free and scared him to death. Thus, this unclaimed corpse prostitute became
a forbidden item , untouched by anyone.

Later, the underworld found many highly skilled individuals to re-imprison her, making her a special corpse
prostitute, only available to the brave, and at a very high price.

Having grown accustomed to a mundane life, I decided to investigate. Although the club said they wouldn't care if I died from fright, I didn't
believe a lifeless corpse could pose any threat to me.

I entered a specially made room on the fourth floor. The room wasn't large, and the lighting was so dim that one had to strain
their eyes to see clearly. In the center was a large bed covered with thick red sheets, and the chandelier overhead emitted a pale
green light , creating an indescribable atmosphere of dread. This was the room of the peculiar female corpse. Because of her
formidable reputation, I heard no one dared to come looking for her.

The bed was large, and in the middle of it knelt a woman. Her hair was disheveled, obscuring her face. She
was completely naked , her hands bound behind her back, causing her buttocks to protrude slightly, her body bent into a beautifully curved shape that
aroused arousal.

A rope was also tied around her neck, crossed and knotted, and hung from a small pulley on the ceiling,
forcing her to kneel on the bed. The other end of the rope was tied to the headboard. Because she had been turned into a corpse prostitute by her husband immediately after death
, the woman's skin was still elastic, even smoother than in life. The woman's breasts, hardened by her forced kneeling
, were even more prominent. Between her parted, snow-white thighs, a few sparse, soft pubic hairs grew on her high mons pubis,
exuding a lewd aura.

The woman wore an eye patch, meant to protect the member from harm. Her body was completely naked;
it was said the sealant was engraved on the red eye patch.

I sat on the bed and noticed a bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. My lust flared. A delicious
feast was laid out before me; should I back down?

I glanced at the rope by the bed and saw several pulleys. I tried them; I could easily
pull the woman's neck, making it easier to manipulate her. The woman's body, bound behind her back, shared her weight with her hands and neck.
The rope was specially made, soft yet thick, unable to break her neck. When the woman was pulled up, her most mysterious place
was exposed without obstruction. Between two thick labia, a crimson slit was faintly visible.

I parted the two petals and inserted my fingers into her body. The flesh inside was soft. I dipped my fingers
in lubricant and gently smeared it inside. Preparation was complete.

I lifted the hair from her forehead, revealing the woman's features. Upon seeing this face, my
mind suddenly went blank. I had once played with a Russian female corpse, and at the time, I was only amazed, thinking I
would never encounter a more beautiful woman. But seeing this woman, I realized I was wrong.

Although the woman wore an eye patch, the rest of her exposed body was enough to make me forget
to breathe , and for a moment, I even forgot who I was. I could fully imagine
how beautiful and captivating her covered eyes must be. If I were her husband, I would probably want to possess her forever.

Now I could do whatever I wanted with this beautiful corpse. Everything about her, from this moment on, was mine.

I held the rope with my right hand, hoisting her up by the neck. Then I lay beneath her, took off my
clothes , revealing my already erect and hard penis, and positioned her labia against my member before
letting go.

The force of my thrust, combined with the lubrication of her vagina, allowed my penis to penetrate halfway, the head
deeply embedded in her vagina. At the moment of penetration, I suddenly heard a piercing scream from a woman,
a scream that seemed to come from hell, filled with venomous resentment, echoing deep within my soul, terrifying me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat,
my penis almost going limp.

I had been so captivated by her body that I had almost forgotten the lesson of her husband. She was different from ordinary corpse prostitutes; she
possessed a soul within her body. Imagine
the terror of having your soul permanently imprisoned within your body, unable to leave? The rage
of ? No wonder her useless ex-husband was driven mad.

The woman's buttocks slowly moved upwards, as if she were about to stand up. I was terrified; a female corpse without
a heartbeat or pulse was actually moving?

The corpse's movements were slow, as if she were enduring great pain. Her vagina inching upwards, manipulating my
penis, until finally it left, and she knelt upright. I held my breath for a while, realizing she
didn't extend her long fingernails and pounce on me to strangle me as I had imagined. Gradually, my courage returned.

(It seems her abilities were sealed by the blindfold; the powerful beings of the underworld are indeed formidable.) I lay beneath her...
The woman on top of me was writhing her hips, seemingly struggling against the ropes binding her hands, but her movements were slow and seemingly powerless,
unable to break free. She wasn't as formidable as I'd imagined, and didn't seem to pose any threat to me. So I tentatively thrust
my hips upwards, my penis pressing against her lubricated labia, the head of my penis penetrating her vagina again.

That terrifying woman's scream echoed deep within me again, but this time I was prepared; although still somewhat
afraid, it was much better than before. The female corpse moved slowly, her petals wriggling upwards, but I pressed
her down by her shoulders, my penis mostly inserted into her vagina. Sure enough, I heard another scream in my mind, but
this time it sounded more like a scream of pain.

I realized this corpse actually posed no threat to me, so the idea of playing with her arose. I deliberately
lay still, letting my penis remain inside her vagina. Sure enough, her plump, soft buttocks, which had been sitting on me, slowly
lifted , and she knelt on the ground, trying to pull my penis out. As she moved, her soft, fleshy vagina scraped against my penis,
sending waves of ecstasy through me. Just as she was about to succeed, with only half of my glans inside, I
grabbed her shoulders and pressed down, thrusting in again with a soft "plop," undoing all her efforts. This way, she was
the one using her vagina to continuously manipulate my penis. I only needed to press her down slightly just before my glans withdrew
to enjoy the ecstasy without moving.

Gradually, she realized I was toying with her, and the venomous cries of the female corpse echoed deep within my soul.
Finally, I grew tired of the game, so I spread her knees wide apart. Due to
the weight , she plummeted downwards, her entire weight landing on her tender petals. The woman-on-top position allowed
my penis to penetrate deeply. Her hands were bound behind her back; without the support of her knees, her buttocks couldn't provide support, and she
couldn't sit up using only her petals. She could only lie on top of me, completely at my mercy.

A sexy female corpse sat atop my penis, our genitals tightly joined. A slight upward
thrust of her hips was enough to send shivers of ecstasy through me. Her occasional struggles only allowed me to penetrate deeper.

I pulled the rope, suspending her by the neck, my lower body pumping like a motor
between . The corpse slowly swayed her buttocks, emitting increasingly urgent
moans deep within me. She couldn't escape my penis, fueling my even greater excitement.

After a while, I decided to change positions. I lowered the rope, turned the corpse so her back was facing
me. Her back was smooth and white, seemingly bursting with moisture. Her snow-white, full buttocks were arched back—the most beautiful buttocks I
had ever seen . I lifted her buttocks, revealing all the secrets of the corpse's body.
Between her buttocks was a round anus, and below it, among a few sparse pubic hairs, was a red, half-open
slit, bearing the marks of my previous ravaging.

I spread her snowy buttocks and smeared lubricant inside her anus. My hard penis slowly advanced, inching its way
into her body, successfully taking over her asshole.

I thrust my hips powerfully, moving in and out of her, enjoying her eternally fresh body,
indulging my desires to the fullest. Suddenly, my vision blurred. I seemed to be lying in a grave,
the tombstones around me showing signs of being moved. Skeletons crawled out of them with strange cries, their empty eyes
staring at me. I wanted to run but couldn't move; extreme fear filled my heart.

I heard another strange groan, almost indistinguishable from its source, as if coming from
beside me , yet also from a distant place. The cry was filled with extreme pain and despair, like a woman
begging for mercy.

Almost instantly, the illusion shattered, and I returned to reality. It seems I truly underestimated her; she still
had the ability, at least enough to trap me in an illusion. However, because her abilities were weakened, this illusion only
lasted for a moment and couldn't harm me.

I grabbed her buttocks and began to retaliate against this beautiful female corpse. Ignoring the
agonizing groans echoing in my mind, I only cared about my own pleasure. My assault on her lower body never ceased; the beautiful
corpse, like a fallen leaf in the ocean, was tossed and turned by my thrusts. Her alluring, snow-white buttocks, full of elasticity,
rippled with each impact.

I pulled her hair, forcing her head back in despair. I turned her face and was astonished to find
her expression had changed. Gone was the previous indifference; her delicate features were contorted in pain, her brows furrowed,
making her look utterly pitiful. She resembled a ghost from a horror movie. But I wasn't afraid; instead, it fueled my even
stronger desire, making me want to ravage her even more.

I fucked her harder and harder, her beautiful breasts swaying with my rhythm, dazzlingly white.
The woman 's screams echoed in my mind. I couldn't understand what kind of woman could scream so terrifyingly, a
scream that resonated deep within my soul. In any other situation, it would have driven me mad. I kneaded her full
breasts , completely disregarding my actions as I fucked her beautiful body. My penis was pulled out of her anus and inserted into her labia, alternating between the two holes
. Finally, I came. I gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers almost digging into her flesh. With my small buttocks
pressed against her snow-white buttocks, my thick penis thrust into the depths of her body with all my might, ejaculating hot, thick
semen deep into her uterus.

I panted heavily as I climbed onto her smooth back, my fingers still kneading and playing with her breasts. The female corpse in my arms
was still trembling, my penis tightly enveloped by her soft vaginal flesh, an incomparably pleasurable sensation. I kissed her beautiful skin, thanking
her for the satisfaction she gave me, a satisfaction that no other female corpse could compare to. I had to admit, she was the most beautiful
female corpse .

I didn't want to share her with anyone else, so that very day, I used my judge's privilege to make her
one of . From then on, she moved into my room, her body belonging only to me.

(VII)

Today is a day to celebrate, because my political enemy and his entire family of four
died in a car accident during an unexpected trip. That old bastard was my adversary for most of my life, always trying to trip me up. Now that he's finally
dead, how can I not be happy!

I immediately asked the club to smuggle his whole family out of the city. I turned his wife and daughter
into corpse prostitutes. Although it cost a lot of money, I feel great!

Just thinking about being able to rape that old guy's family right away makes me lose my appetite, sleep, and tremble with excitement!

A week later, the club informed me that the corpse prostitute was ready. I couldn't wait a moment longer, so I sped
to the gates of the underworld.

The ghost messengers told me that this old man was powerful and influential, surrounded by many people, making him difficult to deal with. Fortunately,
his relatives chose cremation, so just before the cremation, the club's people
switched them with prepared substitutes. Another week was spent processing them into corpse prostitutes, who were now waiting for my
judgment .

Pushing open the door to room 317, I found the furnishings basically a replica of the old man's house—this was my
request and the money I paid, though of course, it was negligible compared to the cost of making the corpse prostitute. In the spacious hall,
my adversary's family—his wife with their two daughters—three beautiful female corpses sat on the sofa
. The makeup artist had given them gentle smiles, as if they were discussing something interesting, like they had returned
to a warm home after a long day. They were all dressed in revealing clothes, their sickly white arms and legs exposed,
soft . The old man had only undergone simple embalming and sat stiffly on the other
side, dressed in a suit, as if he were being neglected. I specifically asked the makeup artist to open his eyes, because what was about to happen
was going to be interesting.

When I first entered the workforce, he was my supervisor. Because my family was poor, I didn't give
him gifts during holidays, so he treated me like a thorn in his side, giving me all the hard and tiring work while giving me no benefits whatsoever.
Seeing this old man reminded me of those miserable years, and my anger flared up. I
truly hated him. Thinking of this, I went up to him, grabbed his white shirt, raised my right hand, and slapped him
more than ten times, left and right.

The old man didn't react at all; he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. After death, the body is stiff, almost like a stone.
On the contrary, my hand throbbed with pain; beating the dead man did nothing to lessen my hatred.

I went to the other side. The old man was a typical example of an older man with a younger woman; his wife was only in her early forties, the
prime of a woman's life. She had given him two daughters, the older one twenty-three and the other only six years old. I quickly
tore off their already meager clothing. All three bodies showed signs of stitches and repairs from the car accident, but I
didn't care at all.

The three naked female corpses were laid side by side on the sofa. The mother sat in the middle. Because of having given birth to two children
and years of sexual intercourse, her buttocks were full, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. The most alluring feature was her two breasts,
round and large, looking very fleshy. They were too big to be held in one hand. Between the two large purple areolas
were nipples the size of grapes. The only regret was that her breasts were slightly sagging. Her hands embraced her two daughters. The younger
daughter's face was full of smiles, her head resting against her mother's breasts, as if she was being affectionate. Her undeveloped genitals
were white , with the most tempting green apples on top. The older daughter was well-developed. Although her breasts were not as
large as her mother's, they stood proudly upright. There was no excess fat on her waist, and her lower abdomen was flat. The beautiful peach blossom garden was lush and green, making my
penis hard.

I pulled down my pants, my erect penis trembling with excitement. Closest to me was the old man's eldest daughter, her
mouth agape as she chatted and laughed with her mother. I shoved her mouth shut...

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