The man's murderous aura

Not far behind the Snow Corridor lies the border with the Black Street. A vast maple forest, beautiful in its own way, remains largely untouched. The people of the Black Street dare not cross the line because of its proximity to the Snow Corridor, while outsiders avoid it altogether because of its proximity to the Black Street.

Occasionally, some naive young couples would come for a tryst, but since the appearance of a certain man, they have all vanished. Even the most ignorant could smell the blood emanating from that man; his murderous aura was unmistakable. Although the man simply stood there calmly, he deterred all the couples who came for their trysts.

In the hidden, blood-red forest, only a lonely figure remained…

A fat man sat naked on the edge of the bed, his anxious eyes constantly glancing out the window, only retreating slightly in relief upon seeing tall figures moving about. The blonde beauty kneeling beneath him tried every technique, but the penis in her mouth remained limp and drooping.

"You foreign bitch, do you even know how to serve a man? Damn it." The man's panic turned into anger, which he directed at the woman in front of him. He grabbed the small, grape-like nipples on her swaying, plump breasts and twisted them hard. A stream of white fluid seeped out, running down his hand.

The woman spat out the penis from her mouth, looking at the man with some dissatisfaction: "Lei, what's wrong with you? Who's coming?" "Suck properly, what are you asking?" He grabbed the woman's chin and, pulling her hair, forced his penis back in.

But no matter what, he couldn't concentrate on the woman beneath him. Frost Brother was indeed still in Alaska, but Bai Song was back... He should have expected it. Bai Song would disappear without a trace every autumn, and less than a week into autumn, his squandering of the gang's assets had been exposed.

Two days ago, Leng Feng's request to Xue Lang was rejected, which made him happy for a while. With the Leng family's power and his familiarity with them, escaping wouldn't be difficult. But then Bai Song returned… This man was always so elusive; after sending these thugs, the young lady Leng Xingya, who had promised to protect him

, she never bothered with him again. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His blood boiled, and his penis hardened, causing the woman to cough. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well indulge himself. With that thought, he pulled out his penis, grabbed the woman's nipples, and dragged her onto the bed, shouting, "It's all your fault, you bitch! The young lady gave you to me, and then she persuaded me to do things that could cost me my life. It's all because of you!" "This… how can you blame me… ah…" Before the woman could finish speaking, the penis that had been forcefully thrust into her was pushed back in. The pounding, fullness left her speechless, only able to moan uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, the man on top didn't want to please her. He pulled out just as she was getting into it, and with a splash, a pool of vaginal fluid gushed out.

"No...no...I want more...please...please..." The woman felt an intense emptiness within her and pleaded involuntarily.

"Want it? I won't give it to you." The man stepped onto the woman's chest and sat down, his heavy body pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

He pushed her large breasts together, using her cleavage to clamp his penis, rubbing it up and down while playing with her nipples. The woman's muscles gradually tensed, the blush on her chest became more pronounced, her breathing became heavy and rapid, and her nipples hardened under the man's skilled fingers, with a slight oozing of milk from the tips. The man dipped his fingers in the oozing milk and, even more excited, pinched the base of her breasts, squeezing inwards. The white, soft flesh enveloped his purplish-red penis, with only the umbrella-shaped glans peeking out from the upper part of the cleavage.

The man was breathing heavily, on the verge of climax, when suddenly, the woman, who had been looking dazed, sharpened her gaze, shoved him aside, and darted to the windowsill. Her hand, seemingly out of nowhere, had pulled out the pistol the man had hidden under his pillow, and she stared outside with a fierce look. Caught off guard, the man's penis twitched a few times, ejaculating in an arc before landing back on his body. He immediately understood, and scrambled under the bed. The figures that had been pacing outside the window had vanished… “Bang bang bang…” A series of gunshots rang out from around the corner outside, then silence returned. The woman spread her legs, bracing herself against the window frame, and flipped upwards, stopping against the upper part of the window frame. A trail of vaginal fluid comically dribbled from her parted thighs, a silvery thread hanging down.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the huge pane of glass shattered. The woman pushed off the wall with both feet, flipped in mid-air, and landed in a half-crouch position, her gun already aimed at the window. Any dark figure appearing within the window's field of vision would become her target. But there was no one in sight.

A chill ran down her spine; the woman's head was now pointed at by a gun barrel. A faint voice came from behind her, "Shooting through a door and then through a window is much easier than shooting through a door, isn't it?" The woman didn't reply, her body leaning forward, one leg already kicking out behind her, completely unconcerned about the exposed cleavage between her wide-open legs. This fluid movement was the best response, avoiding a fatal blow to the head while simultaneously counterattacking the gun in her opponent's hand. She was confident in her estimated position; this kick would surely disarm the attacker.

But she miscalculated again. Her kick didn't strike the attacker's elbow as she expected, but instead struck the hard door. The door shattered with a crash, and a man in a golden overcoat strolled out leisurely, his free hand gripping the woman's ankle tightly.

The woman struggled desperately, her restrained leg thrusting downwards, her other foot aimed straight for the man's temple. Just as her legs parted in the force, the man's leather shoe slammed into her groin, inflicting a severe blow. Her leg, which had been thrusting, went limp halfway down, cold sweat instantly beading on her forehead, and the gun in her hand flew out of her grasp. She clutched her wound tightly, her body curled up like a boiled shrimp. The man under

the bed clutched his head tightly. He knew the Grim Reaper of the Leng family had found him. Bai Song was a killing machine who only knew how to obey Leng Shuang; even if the woman Xiao Ya sent was incredibly skilled, she couldn't stop him from completing the task Leng Shuang had assigned him. Lost in thought, two gunshots rang out, and then the bed was kicked open, revealing a naked, trembling man. The woman beside him stared wide-eyed, her hands clutching her genitals. Two large, bloody holes gushed from her breasts.

"Song...Brother Song...please let me go...all of this...was...all because of...Leng Xingya..." Bai Song squatted before him, coldly watching him, shoving the barrel of the gun he'd been holding into the woman's mouth, smiling as he said, "Sorry, I didn't want to kill you either. In fact, I don't want to kill anyone. But anyone Brother Shuang wants to kill must die." The deep night swallowed the suburban mansion. Beside the haphazardly laid corpses in the courtyard, several owls, hunting for food, had already landed. A gunshot rang out, piercing the night. The owls took flight, disappearing into the night sky...

[The End]

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