Ice Love Charm Competition

First up was Yu Yu, a Chinese girl and a flight attendant major at S University. Dressed in a blue flight attendant uniform, she gracefully entered, pulling a suitcase, just like a flight attendant going to work. Her face radiated the captivating smile unique to flight attendants, showing no sign of facing death. Reaching the stage, Yu Yu stood at attention and bowed deeply to the audience and judges, receiving enthusiastic applause. Then, she adjusted her hair, slightly lifted her skirt, and knelt down, allowing the audience a closer look: her long, flowing black hair was glossy, her beautiful face lightly made up, fresh and elegant; her flight attendant uniform, paired with stockings and high heels, made her appear both sexy and dignified. Her smile, in particular, exuded a special warmth. "Can we begin?" Yu Yu turned to the judges, her voice sweet and melodious, as if from heaven, causing the hearts of the audience to flutter. "...Sure! Sure! Miss Yu!" The European referee, JBMS, stammered, as if waking from a dream. Yu Yu unbuttoned her uniform, loosened the belt of her skirt, pulled her top back, and tied the hem in a knot at the back to prevent it from flapping in front and affecting her movements. Then she pulled her skirt down to above her knees. At this point, the scenery under her outer garment was fully revealed: a pink lace bra covering her firm breasts, which rose and fell with her breath; below that was her flat, white abdomen, which also rose and fell rhythmically with her breath; further down was her deep navel, small and deep, as if it contained endless mysteries; her lower abdomen below her navel was noticeably fuller than her upper abdomen, appearing round and soft under her underwear; and at the very bottom were her full, firm thighs, which shimmered like silk under her flesh-colored stockings. Her stunning figure drove the audience wild, and the applause from below the stage was deafening. Little did they know, this was only China's first contestant; even more outstanding performers were yet to come. After all, this was the first time Yu Yu had stripped so naked in front of so many people, and she felt a little shy, a blush creeping onto her face. But the thought of dissecting her abdomen in front of so many people, destroying the body that had made so many men bleed and women itch, calmed her somewhat. Besides, this was for national honor. She composed herself, opened the suitcase beside her, and revealed its contents to the audience. These were the items Yu Yu would use to treat her abdomen: a delicate longsword, about 70 centimeters long and very thin; a roll of tubing with a metal plug at one end and a switch; some long acupuncture needles; some gauze and two corks. A hostess came over, pulled the other end of the tubing backstage, connected it to a tap, and turned on the water. Yu Yu took a deep breath, straightened her knees, relaxed her lower abdomen as much as possible, and then, somewhat shyly, pulled down her panties, aimed the hose plug at her vagina, and resolutely inserted it. Perhaps the metal nozzle was a little cold, because Yu Yu let out a low moan, but she quickly regained her composure, her face still beaming with a bright smile. She turned on the tap, turning the water flow to its maximum, letting the powerful current rush through her vagina and into her uterus. The icy water frantically licked the girl's vagina, greedily occupying her delicate uterus. Slowly, Yu Yu's lower abdomen began to swell and grow larger, and her moans grew louder, revealing intense pleasure in her voice, but her beautiful face maintained a captivating smile, becoming even more sexy and alluring. After filling about 2 liters of water, Yu Yu turned off the tap, took a cork from the box, quickly pulled out the plug from her vagina with one hand, and then swiftly inserted the cork with the other. After doing all this, she felt exhausted, panting heavily, and sweat beaded on her skin. After a few moments of catching her breath, Yu Yu took a gauze and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Then, she moved the plug behind her back, and with a sudden burst of strength, inserted it into her "back garden." She turned on the water, letting it flow into her intestines, this time for a longer period, filling her abdomen with a full four liters of water. Just like before, Yu Yu plugged her "back garden" with a stopper; the first step was finally complete. Her lower abdomen bulged out unbelievably, as if possessed, her fair skin almost transparent, and purple veins faintly visible beneath. Yu Yu herself was utterly exhausted, sweat pouring down her body, soaking her black hair, her pink bra, and her close-fitting stockings. She shook her head vigorously to clear her mind, an action that caused her cascading hair to scatter, the fragrant sweat spraying like raindrops. The audience and judges were stunned by this incredible display, holding their breath and speechless. Yu Yu composed herself, trying to snap out of her euphoria and illusion, and continued to smile at the audience. "Now, I'm going to use needles to restore my stomach to its original state. Watch closely!" her sweet voice rang out again. The audience immediately understood and applauded enthusiastically. Yu Yu picked up a silver needle and inserted it into the lower center of her abdomen, about 6-7 centimeters deep. The pain made her face pale, but she maintained a charming smile, as if it were all a pleasure. "This needle has pierced my uterus, and I feel very good now," Yu Yu playfully told the audience. "Next, I'll insert more needles, so watch closely!" She then inserted seven more needles around the first one, arranging them in a heart shape. The audience applauded. "Thank you everyone!" Yu Yu said with a strained smile. "Maybe my uterus has turned into a hedgehog by now, haha! Now I'm going to pierce my intestines!" With that, Yu Yu took out another needle and deeply inserted it into the center of her navel. Due to the peristalsis of her intestines, the needle vibrated. Next, using her navel as a reference, she densely inserted a row of needles along the midline of her abdomen, all the way down to below the heart shape. These needles, like the first one, all vibrated, indicating that they were all inserted into the intestines. From a distance, Yu Yu's lower abdomen formed a pattern of an arrow piercing a heart. The audience applauded in amazement. It was truly impressive; the uterus and intestines are very close together in the lower abdomen, and finding the right needles was no easy feat. Perhaps she had a special sensitivity. "Attention! Now I'm going to relieve the pressure on my stomach!" Yu Yu said playfully. The audience's hearts were in their throats. Then, Yu Yu grasped a needle in each hand and simultaneously pulled them out forcefully. "Ah ... The atmosphere at the scene erupted in excitement; people went wild, scrambling to let the fluid from Yu Yu's abdomen spill onto her. Finally, Yu Yu's abdomen gradually returned to its previous shape, and the fluid flow began to subside. "Thank you everyone! Now, I'm going back to my original spot to finish things off. I don't want my blood to stain everyone's clothes." Yu Yu maintained her smile and humor, despite having lost a lot of blood. She returned to her original spot, this time sitting cross-legged, took out a longsword from the box, and drew it from its sheath, a flash of cold light. Yu Yu took out a piece of gauze and repeatedly wiped the blade. Finally, she mustered her courage, placed the tip of the sword against her navel, and forcefully thrust it in. The tip easily pierced through the girl's thin layer of fat and muscle, moving within her warm abdominal cavity. "Oh~~~""It hurts a little this time!" But Yu Yu still forced a smile for the audience. Not much blood flowed out. Yu Yu took out a piece of gauze, wrapped it around the sword above her navel, and used it to absorb the blood. Then she slowly pulled the sword out, and at the moment the sword came out, she used the gauze to plug the wound to stop the bleeding. Finally, she placed the tip of the sword against her uterus and pushed the sword into her uterus again. This time, the pleasure she felt far outweighed the pain, and she couldn't help but groan. But she immediately realized her situation, and suddenly pulled the sword out, removing the gauze from her navel at the same time. Two streams of blood gushed out, like two magnificent rainbows. At this moment, Yu Yu was also very weak. She coughed, and began to vomit blood. Her ravaged abdomen heaved violently with each cough, and blood sprayed like fireworks. "Don't worry about me, everyone. I feel very happy now! Long live China..." After saying this, Yu Yu's head tilted and her body fell forward. The second Chinese representative was Ruotong, a student from the Physical Education Department. A member of the school's rhythmic gymnastics and bodybuilding teams, she possesses an enviable figure and a beautiful face, especially known for her well-defined muscles, particularly her abs. Her abdominal muscles are distinctive; during rhythmic gymnastics performances, her abdomen is soft and smooth, while during bodybuilding competitions, it becomes rock-solid with angular muscles. Now, she will showcase the "dual beauty of softness and strength" in her abdomen. She wore a very short t-shirt and low-waisted jeans, perfectly exposing her entire abdomen, which appeared fair and radiant. Upon entering the stage, a hostess brought her the necessary tools—ribbons and a pair of sticks for rhythmic gymnastics. Ruotong first performed a rhythmic gymnastics routine for the audience. As she waved the ribbons, jumped, and arched her back to the extreme, the audience and judges couldn't help but admire her graceful figure. She stopped, bowed to the audience, slowly inhaled, pressing her internal organs down as much as possible, then wrapped the ribbon around her waist and tightened it, causing her lower abdomen to bulge. She continued inhaling, pressing down on her lower abdomen while pulling the ribbon as taut as possible, maximizing the bulge. In the end, her lower abdomen was a full 5 cm higher than usual.The sight of her belly bulging like that was unbelievable to everyone; how could such a slender girl have such a large belly? "Because of my regular flexibility exercises, my belly is much more flexible than most people's, so it can be inflated and stretched," Ruotong explained breathlessly to the audience. A round of applause erupted from the audience. Ruotong loosened the ribbon, took off her jeans, picked up a stick, placed the round end against her navel, then bent down, placing the other end of the stick on the ground. She then pushed herself to the side with both hands, causing her body to spin parallel to the ground. Thanks to her excellent balance and strong abdominal muscles, she spun faster and faster, as if she had transformed into a blooming flower. The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers again. Ruotong stopped, catching her breath for a moment. She tightened her lower abdomen again, pushing it to its maximum size, then slowly removed her underwear, revealing her private area. She picked up the rod and carefully inserted it into her vagina. Because her lower abdomen was at its limit, the internal pressure was extremely high, making the insertion very difficult. Finally, unable to go any further, she slowly squatted down, placing one end of the rod on the ground, and then forcefully sat down. A loud bang startled everyone. After the sound, blood splattered—Ruotong's lower abdomen had exploded! "Ahhhhhh!!!" Ruotong screamed, landing heavily on her bottom. A horrific wound appeared on her lower abdomen, the rod protruding from the wound, along with her intestines, uterus, ovaries, and other organs, hanging outside. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose; the scene was utterly gruesome. The stunned hostess, recovering from her shock, hurriedly handed her tissues to wipe the blood and sweat from her face. The resilient Ruotong steadied herself and bravely reached into the wound, scooping out the remaining internal organs. She kneaded and pulled until she had emptied her abdomen, then slowly collapsed backward. The last and best contestant from the Chinese side finally appeared: Han Bing, the school's undisputed beauty and a student in the modeling and performance department. True to her name, Han Bing was not only beautiful but also possessed a noble and aloof air. She was an ice queen. Many boys coveted her, but her coldness always deterred them. Yet, she was participating in this competition today, publicly torturing herself—a truly baffling act. It turned out that Han Bing suffered from depression. For some reason, she was fascinated by her own stomach, constantly fantasizing about cutting open her abdomen, removing her internal organs, exposing everything about herself, and revealing her completely. Now that she had such a legitimate opportunity, she certainly wouldn't let it slip by. She appeared on stage wearing a blue two-piece swimsuit, black velvet stockings, and white crystal stiletto sandals. Her long, shoulder-length hair was neatly styled and pinned up with a silver hairpin. She walked gracefully with a cat-like gait, exuding both sexiness and nobility, charm and poise. Upon reaching the stage, she slightly bowed to the audience, her face expressionless, and remained silent. She immediately began removing her "accessories." First, she bent down, untied the straps of her high heels, and pulled them down, then removed her stockings. She did this very slowly, almost like a dance. Next came her "outer garment," which, being a tight-fitting swimsuit, was somewhat difficult to remove. Now, Han Bing was left only with her underwear and bra, and she didn't stop, continuing until she was completely naked. Some audience members even had nosebleeds, holding their breath, afraid to miss a single second of this beautiful woman's performance. At this moment, Han Bing's face remained expressionless, as if she weren't facing such a large audience, but rather enjoying herself in a secluded private space. She stretched her limbs, bent down to put her high heels back on, and once again displayed her captivating figure with a cat-like gait. The audience had never seen such a stunning scene before. A boy in the audience was so excited that he fainted on the spot and had to be carried off the stage. Finally, Han Bing stopped, stood on the stage, and continued her performance. She bent down, picked up the stockings she had just taken off from the ground, straightened them, wrapped them around her long, slender middle finger twice, then spread her long, beautiful legs, stood firmly, and without hesitation, inserted her middle finger, along with the stockings, into her vagina. The audience's blood pressure immediately rose, and several more people fainted instantly. Han Bing, however, proceeded slowly and steadily, pushing the stockings deep into her lower abdomen, while simultaneously stroking her abdomen with her other hand, like a doctor giving an injection to a child afraid of pain. If it were an ordinary girl, she would surely be screaming and moaning uncontrollably at this point, completely losing her composure. But Han Bing is no ordinary girl. She remained calm and composed, without a single groan, as if she were enjoying herself, or perhaps savoring the moment. Okay, the first stocking was inserted into Han Bing's uterus through her vagina. Suppressing the pleasure, Han Bing seemed to be struggling. She twisted her waist, wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, and picked up the other stocking to continue inserting it into her body. The stocking was smooth and soft, rubbing against the vaginal walls, giving her an indescribable pleasure. As a woman, Han Bing could certainly feel this pleasure. How could she not want to scream out and experience this ecstasy to the fullest? But she couldn't; she had to maintain her composure and "coolness." Finally, she finished inserting the other stocking. The audience breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking she would stop. Unexpectedly, Han Bing simply exhaled, picked up the bra from the ground, rubbed it, pulled it slightly, placed it at the entrance of her vagina, and without hesitation, inserted it with her fingers. This time, the pain far outweighed the pleasure; Han Bing couldn't help but shudder, but quickly calmed herself, forcing herself not to show any pain or groan. After all, a bra was a large foreign object in the vagina. The audience was stunned by this scene, all staring wide-eyed, at a loss for what to do. Han Bing took a deep breath, and with a sudden burst of strength from her slender hand, half of the bra was inside with a "plop," while her lower abdomen swelled slightly. With one final push, Han Bing gritted her teeth and pushed again, sending the entire bra into her uterus; of course, from the outside, her lower abdomen swelled up even more. At this moment, due to excessive stimulation, her vaginal fluid began to gush out, soaking her thick pubic hair, flowing along her inner thighs, and running down her jade-like skin... After a pause, Hanbing realized that after all that effort, she was covered in sweat, and the floor beneath her was also wet—a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid. She looked at the remaining underwear and swimsuit on the floor, sighed, tidied her sweat-soaked hair, mustered her courage, picked up the underwear again, and began to torture herself once more. The audience applauded wildly. Yes, at this moment, what else could express the audience's feelings but applause and cheers? Perhaps due to the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, this time the underwear entered Hanbing's uterus relatively smoothly, and her lower abdomen swelled up considerably. Hanbing trusted the stretching ability of her uterus and abdominal walls, but she simply couldn't bear the excruciating pleasure any longer, and couldn't help but gasp for breath, but she didn't utter a single groan throughout. Finally, there was the swimsuit, the most difficult part. She carefully folded her swimsuit, rolling it up and down to create a long, thin end. Then, positioning one end against her vaginal opening, she pushed it in forcefully. The throbbing pain at her vaginal opening made her involuntarily bite her lip. One push, two pushes, three pushes… She completely disregarded her own feelings, like a traveler stuffing an essential item into a fully packed suitcase. Halfway in, she plopped down on the ground, legs wide open, arching her back and frantically pushing further in. Finally, the last bit of blue disappeared into the thick black. Han Bing was almost exhausted. Her face was deathly pale, her body drenched in sweat, her slender arms trembling slightly from the exertion, and a tooth mark was clearly visible on her lip—a bite she had unconsciously made earlier. Her once white, soft, and flat stomach, unable to bear the weight, bulged unbelievably, as if it might burst at any moment. Given the precedent of Ruotong's ruptured abdomen, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath for Han Bing. Han Bing struggled to her feet, pausing briefly to catch her breath. She now resembled a pregnant woman. Reaching for her head, she slowly pulled out the silver hairpin, causing her long, flowing black hair to cascade down like a waterfall. She smoothed her hair, then brandished the hairpin, her movements resembling a sword dance. Indeed, the hairpin's tip was specially polished, sharp and razor-sharp; it would become the sword the girl would use to commit suicide. A barely perceptible smile of relief flickered across Han Bing's face. Holding the hairpin in her right hand, she slowly lowered it, placing it against the highest point of her protruding abdomen. Her left hand gently stroked her rounded belly, and she closed her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. With a swift, firm grip on the hairpin, her wrists tightened, and with a soft "plop," the tip easily pierced the girl's warm abdomen. Pain shot through her, and Han Bing's brow furrowed, but she quickly relaxed, resolutely sliding the hairpin downwards. Silence fell over the scene, broken only by the sizzling sound of the hairpin cutting through skin. Han Bing continued cutting until the wound reached her pubic bone before stopping. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a 3-4 cm gash on her pale abdomen.The small, centimeter-long wound (due to its low incision) didn't bleed much; intestines peeked out, trying to spill. Hanbing felt a surge of relief. She used a hairpin to pry open the wound, trying to spread the intestines to expose the uterus beneath. But this was incredibly painful. Hanbing was no ordinary woman; she gritted her teeth and stirred the hairpin inside her abdomen, finally managing to separate the troublesome intestines and expose the suffering uterus. When Hanbing's hand touched her uterus, two crystal tears slid down her cheeks. She tried to caress her beloved uterus, but immediately realized the danger. The intense pleasure made her body convulse as if electrocuted. How she longed to revel in this excruciating pleasure, but she couldn't. She had more important things to do. She stabbed her thigh sharply with the hairpin to keep herself conscious. Then, she aimed the hairpin at her uterus and stabbed it in. Having never been pregnant before, Han Bing's uterine walls were thick and resilient. Trembling, she used the hairpin to slice open her uterus, slicing open that most intimate part of a woman's body. With a "whoosh," a gash appeared in her uterus, and her stockings, underwear, and swimsuit spilled out in a rush. To avoid getting too much blood on them, Han Bing quickly grabbed them and pulled them out, but unfortunately, her intestines were also unruly, getting tangled up with the clothes and being pulled out as well. Han Bing didn't care anymore; if they were out, they were out. Han Bing stood trembling, the stockings, underwear, and swimsuit finally removed, piled haphazardly to one side, while pink intestines hung between her legs. Not much blood flowed out, indicating that the abdominal artery hadn't ruptured. Originally, Han Bing planned to stop there, waiting to bleed to death, but now she didn't think that way anymore; a more insane idea was born in her mind. She grabbed the protruding intestines and tried to stuff them back into her lower abdomen. However, due to the contractions of her abdominal wall, the intestines would stick out from one side and then protrude again, behaving very unruly. Enraged, Hanbing decided to go all the way. She grabbed the protruding intestines, swung her hairpin, and cut them off. The immense pain made Hanbing's face even paler and more contorted. Only a milky white, viscous liquid flowed from the severed intestines. It turned out that Hanbing had given herself an enema to prevent rupturing her intestines during the competition, and before the competition, she had eaten white chocolate and milk to maintain her strength. These substances had turned into this after digestion. She pressed her hand against the wound to smooth it out as much as possible, then laboriously picked up her underwear from the ground and put it back on. The underwear was very form-fitting, tightly wrapping the wound and preventing the intestines from protruding. Next, she picked up her bra and put it back on, then her swimsuit. Finally, she took off her high heels, put on stockings, slipped the high heels back on, and tied the straps. In this way, Han Bing regained her former radiance. Having done all this, Han Bing was exhausted, but she felt incredibly satisfied. She was a fashion model, and even in death, she wanted to die looking her best. She straightened herself and once again began her graceful catwalk, the click-clack of her high heels sounding like a final farewell to the world. In fact, Han Bing was using her last bit of strength to show the world the beauty of a strong girl. Blood continued to flow from the wound on her lower abdomen, staining her once blue swimsuit a deep crimson. Suddenly, Han Bing coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood that dispersed like mist, followed by a gush of more blood, filling her nose as well. Han Bing bent over in agony, coughing and spitting blood, before finally collapsing onto the stage. Her beautiful, long legs were spread apart, and a stream of pale yellow urine flowed out. She was dead.

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