[Classical] The Demonic Flesh Bottle

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, around midnight,
Mandi, a young man in his twenties, carrying a rake and an axe, quietly approached a new grave.
The yellow mud on the grave was still wet, and in the moonlight, the words "Tomb of Beloved Concubine Yang Ping'er" could be seen on the tombstone.
"This is the grave; she was buried just this evening!" Mandi picked up the rake and quickly dug up the grave.
The coffin was revealed; the grave was shallow.
Mandi's eyes lit up with excitement: "I bet there's some gold and silver jewelry here!" He swung his axe and began to chop.
The coffin lid loosened, and Mandi threw down the axe, jumped into the pit, and removed the lid.
"Oh!" he exclaimed softly.
Inside the coffin lay a young woman of about sixteen or seventeen.
Although her eyes were closed, it was clear she was very beautiful, with a pointed nose and thin lips. Although her face was a little pale, a large square jade pendant hung on her chest.
Mandi reached out to touch the jade, but before his hand touched the jade, it brushed against her breast.
Her two jade-like breasts were prominent, with jade pieces resting between them.
Mandi's fingers touched a mound of elastic muscle.
The pleasure of that contact made him unable to resist, and he trembled as he placed his hand on her breast.
"Whoosh!" he exclaimed softly. Although he was wearing a burial shroud, his hand could not fully grasp that breast.
Mandi couldn't help but squeeze that soft flesh tightly, and he felt his lower body harden.
Normally, the body of a dead person should be cold and stiff, but Yang Ping'er's flesh was still soft and warm.
"Alright, I'll try it today!"
Mandi reached into the coffin, wanting to pick up Yang Ping'er.
Just then, she suddenly opened her eyes.
A "dead person" opening their eyes!
"Oh my!" Mandi was so frightened that he wet himself. Although he was a tomb raider, this was the first time he had ever encountered a dead person coming back to life!
The girl's eyes were large, as if filled with "tears": "Come... pick me up... take me away..." She stared into his eyes.
As if hypnotized, Mandi carried her on his back and climbed up the grave pit towards his dwelling…
The girl clung tightly to his head with both hands and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Walking along the rugged mountain path, she seemed very excited.
A bone on his back protruded at his waist, pressing precisely on her vulva, and her clitoris was pressed against it. The swaying motion of their walking gave her an indescribable stimulation.
Yang Ping'er's eyes were languid, and she gasped, “Oh… ah…”
Mandi felt her breasts pressed tightly against him, her nipples seemingly hardening and protruding. He had walked half a mile and was already drenched in sweat. He was, after all, young and vigorous: “This woman… I must give her… a good beating!”
Just beside the mountain path, he saw a smooth rock.
“Damn it! You want to do it… I’ll go with you…” Mandi put her down on the rock.
Under the starlight, Ping'er's eyes were languid, her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving rapidly.
Mandi reached out and ripped off her "clothes"!
Ping'er's "funeral clothes" were thin and flimsy, and they tore into pieces with his force.
Driven by lust, he didn't care whether she had become a "demon" or a "human," and in a few swift movements, Ping'er was completely naked.
Her white body was indistinguishable from a "living person."
Her breasts were perfectly round, with large nipples, and her vulva was covered in downy hair.
Mandi removed the ancient jade from her neck, stuffed it into his robes, and then pressed himself against her.
"Oh...oh..." Ping'er let out sounds of pleasure.
He lowered his head to her chest, opened his mouth and sucked wildly on one of her large, red nipples, while his free hand grasped one of her breasts.
He suckled at her breast while vigorously kneading it.
Ping'er arched her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hairy vulva brushing against his stomach.
She pressed her hands against his head: "Come on...hurry up..."
Mandi, a young man, had been sucking for a while, his lower body already hard and erect: "I...don't care if you're a ghost or a human..." He released his grip on her breasts and went to unzip his pants.
Her eyes were half-closed, her legs wide open, her vulva glistening with moisture, seemingly welcoming his treasure.
Mandi gripped his penis and thrust it hard into her vulva!
With a "squeak!" his penis pierced all the way in. A look of
satisfaction mixed with a strange expression appeared on Mandi's face.
Her vulva seemed to have a suction force, tightly gripping his glans.
Mandi's face showed satisfaction.
He tried to pull his penis out and then insert it back into her vulva, but his penis wouldn't come out.
"Ah...ah..." He gripped the rock with both hands, trying to pull his penis out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.
"You...you have magic..." Mandi's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
It turned out that Mandi felt his thick penis being tightly gripped after it entered her vagina.
Ping'er, lying on the rock, smiled seductively: "Young man! You saved my life, I should thank you!"
Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust upwards.
"Oh...oh...ah..." Mandi felt as if a tender mouth was tightly "sucking" his glans. He felt a sweet sensation, and his body involuntarily shivered a few times. He cried out: "It's coming...it's coming...I can't take it anymore..."
He tried to sit up, but his stomach and penis were pressed tightly against her, their lower bodies were like glue.
"You...you..." Mandi cried out again, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his "dantian," and the amount of semen he ejaculated was several times more than usual. Ping'er, with her delicate eyebrows and narrowed eyes, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
Mandi's face grew paler and paler, and his cries grew weaker and weaker: "No...you...are a demon..."
After uttering the last word, he collapsed onto her.
Mandi hadn't died; he was just barely breathing.
The naked Yang Ping'er raised her jade-like leg and kicked him into the grass.
She stood up: "Zhao Quan, you want me dead? Ha...this servant won't die!" She glanced
at the torn burial clothes and frowned: "Young man, I'm sorry, without your tomb raiding, this servant wouldn't have been saved!"

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