Veteran Ghost Stories

Ward 302 of the sanatorium in XX city/county. The argument had subsided.

A frail old man lay coughing incessantly on the yellowed hospital bed, while a young man patiently offered him water and towels, gently comforting him.

"Grandpa, don't be so angry. Why can't Qingqing and I go on our honeymoon in southern Xinjiang and Myanmar? You

need to give me a reason!"

"You silly kid who grew up peacefully enjoying the fruits of war, you haven't experienced the turbulent times and your knowledge is lacking. Even now with reform and opening up, there are still some places you absolutely shouldn't go!" "Why?" The young man looked confused, then suddenly grinned, "You never tell us about those glorious memories. Tell us!" Seeing the old man about to sit up, he quickly pulled another pillow from the cabinet and placed it behind his back.

Zheng Long's father had died young, and he had been raised by his grandfather, Zheng Guoxing. But apart from knowing that his grandfather had said he was a Kuomintang veteran when drunk, he knew nothing else about him. He had never even received government subsidies; he always thought his grandfather was just telling stories.

Zheng Guoxing, over seventy years old with a face deeply wrinkled, snorted irritably. He looked up at the warm sunlight outside the window. His thoughts drifted back to that war-torn era. Everything in those isolated, deep forests was so bloody and gloomy.

He remembered everything clearly

, as if it were yesterday, deeply etched in his mind for over half a century, never forgotten.

During the Nationalist army's first retreat from the Burma Campaign into the Hukawng Valley, besides many soldiers getting separated from the main force, a certain company also completely lost contact with the main force due to a sudden, large-scale white fog.

Zheng Guoxing, strong and healthy, enlisted at only 19 years old according to his military service report, was one of them. Strictly speaking, he wasn't a good person; during his first year in the Nationalist army, he committed numerous misdeeds. After a fierce battle, he feigned death and became a deserter. He was later captured, and before his execution, he tearfully promised the enforcers to reform himself, paid a large fine, and voluntarily and unconditionally participated in the expedition.

His company (which never returned or was reported back after the war, ultimately declared dead and disbanded) endured numerous bloody battles. The harsh, filthy environment and inadequate sanitation led to an outbreak of an unknown disease. The source of infection was hidden within the unit, but the army doctor had long since died, and the remaining nurses were inexperienced and helpless.

The number of deaths from the disease increased, and the surviving soldiers finally mutinied, disobeying orders and deserting.

Many new recruits, not wanting to die, also attempted to escape, leading to fierce clashes with those who insisted on fighting and obeying orders. A chaotic battle ensued.

He resolutely followed a wounded squad leader named Liu Yong amidst the chaos (this guy was also a vicious old fox, planning to escape during the confusion and return to his hometown to continue his old ways). A female medic, Ali, joined them in a panic. The three of them bravely traversed the eerie white fog that rose in the middle of the night, surrounding the camp, and arrived in unknown territory on foot.

Unexpectedly, the three got lost in the dark, dense forest, survived attacks by wild animals, and lost their map, having no idea where they were. All they knew was that the trees here were ancient forests, some hundreds of years old and requiring several people to encircle them.

It was a remote area with extremely undulating terrain. The mountains were almost connected, forming a chaotic maze of canyons.

That afternoon, a torrential downpour began. The three took shelter under rocks in a valley. But amidst a deafening roar, a landslide occurred not far away, burying the valley they had just traversed behind them. At the same time, a new, gentle slope passage was formed beside them.

Ahead of them lay a horseshoe-shaped, vertical cliff face, offering no way forward. They could only turn back and enter the new, gently sloping path, drifting with the current.

After the rain stopped, that night, Liu Yong, the squad leader, suffered a worsening injury at the camp. The gunshot wound on his right leg began to fester.

Clutching his pistol, his dark, honest face was deathly pale. "Xiao Zheng, Ali, don't worry about me. At this rate, none of us will make it out of this mountainous area."

Medical supplies and equipment had been abandoned during their escape, and the meager preventative measures couldn't stop the wound from deteriorating.

Ali, who had just become a medic, collapsed to the ground, sobbing softly. These past few days of living like a wild animal were even more unbearable and terrifying than on the battlefield. As a volunteer educated youth from the city, seeing her compatriots gradually weaken and showing subtle changes filled her with panic. This place was isolated from the world, the environment harsh, and there was no way out; fear and confusion overwhelmed her.

"Squad leader, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zheng Guoxing leaned against a fallen tree trunk by the roadside, his face resolute. Gritting his teeth, he stood up, glancing warily at the other man's pistol out of the corner of his eye. Then he removed the bayonet from the old rifle, which was already empty of ammunition. "I'll go catch a fish in the nearby river to nourish you."

The mountain wind howled, wailing like a ghost's cry. Looking at the slumped Liu, the squad leader, and the weak fire, Ali shivered with unease. She stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'll go pick some wild fruit too. Without vitamins, I'll get sick sooner or later."

Although Liu Yong was extremely weak, his smile was still honest. "Go ahead!" But as Ali turned to leave, a hint of violence suddenly appeared in his eyes. Then his face turned gloomy. "Damn gunshot wound!"

He was originally a bandit who later joined the Nationalist army. His nature was hard to change. He had taken advantage of many female soldiers, but after the army collapsed and he was wounded, he had to pretend to be innocent, relying on his rank and experience. Zheng Guoxing believed this was a respected veteran with extensive jungle warfare experience, and therefore couldn't abandon him. They survived day after day by taking turns supporting each other.

He knew his wound had worsened to the point where he had lost feeling in his right leg. Time was running out. He was certain he wouldn't escape this godforsaken place. He figured he'd just kill the guy after he caught the fish. He'd rather savor Ali's taste. He tightened his grip on his rifle, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the valley, he followed the stream upstream. He slipped through a hidden crevice in the rock face and bushes,

arriving at a small, sunken cave inside the mountain. Groundwater gushed from a crack on one side, pooling at ankle height before flowing out through the gap.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing completely as he sat on a moss-covered rock.

After so many days of shared hardship and quiet observation, even so, he sensed something was off about the other man. It was an indescribable feeling. In this place, where it seemed impossible to leave, surrounded by endless, verdant forests, it felt like three people were trapped in a small cage. Even the most normal person would become anxious, irritable, and hysterical. Let alone someone injured, isolated in this godforsaken place.

Liu, the platoon leader, had a kind face, but the bloodshot eyes and occasional fierce glints were very unusual.

The other man was dangerous, and for some reason, he had made a plan: to find a suitable opportunity to leave him. He had

hesitated before, but the longer time passed, the more urgent it felt. The other man was like a ticking time bomb.

Despite his injured leg, he was no match for him unarmed. Even if he managed to seize the man's pistol, he could dismantle it in the next moment. The man had demonstrated this skill in front of him more than once.

Therefore, he couldn't fight him head-on.

So, today would be the day.

As for the nurse, Ali…

splash… splashing water sounded from behind. Someone was following him? Zheng Guoxing was startled and quickly turned around. Then a soft body leaned against him. The bayonet he was gripping tightly fell into the shallow water with a splash.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Guoxing looked at her in confusion. Ali, trembling with grievance in his chest, pleaded, "Let's not go back to the camp, okay? That person... that person is terrifying." "Take me away, okay? I'll do anything you ask!" Ali looked at him with tears streaming down her face. She vowed that if she escaped, she would immediately leave the army. War wasn't something a hot-blooded young woman like her could adapt to on a whim. She should have listened to her father's advice and stayed home to wait for her marriage. Now, she was starting to miss her life as a rich young lady.

Zheng Guoxing couldn't help but chuckle. She usually seemed so timid and dull, but now she seemed quite clever and decisive.

As for finding a way back to the army after leaving here? Well, actually, he hated war and loathed the Japanese invasion. He didn't want to die for the army.

At this moment, Zheng Guoxing had no grand ambitions. He just wanted to be a farmer, living a peaceful life without taking advantage of others.

So he was world-weary. Since coming to this remote mountain area, it was as if everything had returned to nature.

The environment here is harsh, but at least there's no terrifying roar of machine guns. And no bombs falling from all directions to blast you to pieces.

That's enough! Retreating to the mountains, roaming freely across the land, but all I need is a woman to bear my children!

Zheng Guoxing looked at her with satisfaction. Without Liu Yong watching over him, his rough hands unabashedly reached into Ali's pert buttocks.

Ali's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly lost heart, her body going limp and relaxed. As long as she could get out of here alive,

what did it matter if she gave him her body?

"I can help you, but you..." Zheng Guoxing whispered lecherously in her ear. Still a little embarrassed, he quickly found an excuse while a plan formed in his mind. "You smell bad, let's wash up first," he said, ignoring Ali's soft gasp. Excitedly, Zheng Guoxing ripped off both his and her clothes, leaving them completely naked.

In the faint moonlight streaming through the mountain crevice, he noticed that Ali's soft, jade-like skin resembled the roe of crabs in the golden autumn of October, making him irresistibly want to taste it.

His groin slowly lifted. His thick penis throbbed painfully. But he wasn't in a hurry. From childhood to adulthood, aside from peeping at others bathing, he had never seen such a close-up view before. Now he had to properly enjoy it.

He had her sit or lie on the rock, her legs spread in an M-shape towards the moonlight from the mountain crevice. He carefully examined and caressed her by the moonlight.

Ali's bowl-shaped breasts were rather small, with dark nipples. This slightly displeased Zheng Guoxing. However, her lower body surprised him.

His first impression was one of fullness; the entire smooth, hairless vulva protruded, the two labia majora as large as an adult's palm. The intertwined labia minora in the center were equally thick, enveloping the mysterious clitoris.

The entire clitoris appeared as thick as a thumb.

He carefully dipped his finger in the foreskin, like a seasoned farmer peeling the outer skin of a bamboo shoot.

Slowly, the moist, steaming labia were parted, his finger pressing down on the upper part of the vulva and moving backward.

Finally, the foreskin was slowly pulled back, revealing the thick, trembling clitoris, half a finger long.

He pressed down the foreskin with his left hand and flicked it gently with his right. With a soft moan above his head, a clear liquid seeped from the urethra, the size of a soybean. The clitoris trembled and swayed from side to side, like a tenacious, flesh-colored bamboo rooted in the rocks, swaying in the wind.

"So big," Zheng Guoxing murmured to himself, "This is the biggest I've ever seen." Ali, standing beside him, had already turned her head away, her face flushed crimson.

This was her deepest secret. Since childhood, that private part of her body had been constantly sprouting and growing, becoming increasingly sensitive.

From its original size of a grain of rice, it had gradually increased in size year after year! She had never bathed with other women since adulthood. But today, this guy had seen her, and she was both ashamed and angry, but there was nothing she could do.

Zheng Guoxing lowered his head and took her in his mouth, sucking continuously. He rubbed and squeezed with his tongue, gently biting with his teeth… Soon, with a soft moan and a trembling body, a gushing stream of thick, slightly urinous, and sweet-salty vaginal fluid spurted out, covering his face! But Zheng Guoxing became even more excited. The frequency of his tongue and teeth increased, and one hand continuously stroked her clitoris through the foreskin. The other hand gently scratched and teased between her urethra and clitoris with his nails. More vaginal fluid gushed out.

After a while, with a sour feeling in his mouth, he finally stopped, eagerly thrusting his already swollen and purple glans into that narrow crevice.

The fleshy, sticky passage felt so smooth and warm for the first time. This was an incredibly wonderful sensation, completely different from when he secretly satisfied himself with his right hand!

He thrust wildly and relentlessly onto Ali's body... Because it was Ali's first time, after the initial pain, she instinctively resisted the entry of the foreign object. Her vaginal walls began to contract repeatedly, trying to expel that annoying thing.

But instead, Zheng Guoxing gasped. The constant writhing and squeezing of the vaginal walls felt like thousands of tiny hands were constantly massaging his penis, especially the sensitive glans... He shuddered, then gritted his teeth and held on.

That was close!

He almost gave in, but it felt so good.

With her suppressed moans and heavy breathing, a few drops of blood dripped from the crevice onto the pool of water.

They were then washed away and disappeared.

The close union of their genitals caused the erotic air squeezed out of the vagina to make a series of hissing sounds.

Ali's large clitoris hardened and softened with each orgasm. Her vaginal fluids and even the long-held, dark yellow urine gushed out. After ejaculating three times in a row, Zheng Guoxing finally couldn't hold on any longer and embraced Ali in the cool, shallow pool. Like two fleshy, stranded fish, they gasped for breath, their penises limp and hanging to one side, their clitorises shrinking back into their layers of flesh. During their

lovemaking, Liu Yong, alone in the valley below, grew increasingly impatient. "What's wrong with those two guys?" He clutched his rifle, glancing around by the campfire, but all was quiet.

A chill ran through him. "Did they run away? Those two bastards." Leaving him here alone. His injured foot tormented him constantly… Was he just going to die like this?

He hadn't even had sex with Ali, the medic, and was he just going to wait to die?

Liu Yong scratched his stinking, swollen genitals with resentment.

This was his pride; its 28cm length when erect, plus two egg-sized testicles, provided powerful thrust for a penis as thick as a child's arm, and the upturned, mushroom-shaped, purplish-black glans was every kidnapped woman's nightmare. Back in the bandit den, everyone except the leader, who called him Liu Lao Er, referred to him as "Viper."

Why?

Because of his exaggerated length and peculiar hook-like shape. His most daring feat was right in front of everyone, when he used his penis to hook out a young girl's delicate uterus. The uterus ruptured on the spot, causing massive bleeding and a gruesome death!

Just as he was reminiscing about his past glory, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind his head and before he could react, he was knocked unconscious from behind.

Chapter Two:

As the main force of the Nationalist army retreated, a Japanese detachment was also in an area suddenly covered by a white fog.

The ragged female detachment leader in front of him was the last survivor of the squad.

A few days ago, they first got lost in a vast expanse of strange white fog. Then they arrived in an unknown area not marked on the map, and then the nightmare began.

The thirteen-man squad began to dwindle.

Everything here was dangerous. All the plants and animals were poisonous! Food was practically nonexistent, though cannibalistic creatures were plentiful. Even the boiled river water was undrinkable, teeming with terrifying, heat-resistant, and virtually immortal parasites.

One Japanese soldier, after running out of water in his canteen, used the boiled river water to quench his thirst…and from the next day onward, no one dared touch the river water again.

They had initially planned to find wild vegetables, roots, and tree bark to stave off hunger. The poor test subject began coughing up black blood mixed with parasites the next day, his body festering and eventually dying. The Japanese soldiers stopped trying.

They never found clean, drinkable water or food again. They also completely lost their way back.

Fortunately, they encountered several Nationalist prisoners of war in their confusion…

and, like a return to primitive practices, they killed them all, took their flesh, and made jerky. The blood was also used to fill their nearly empty canteens.

Finally, the prisoners ate it all. Thus began a brutal, death-defying endurance battle within the unit during their escape.

The last person unable to continue the journey would be devoured by everyone.

This wasn't the worst part for Usami. After all, her breasts were incredibly well-developed.

Although they had sagged considerably after marriage, reaching her navel, they couldn't hide their enormous size. Thick and plump, like two large hot water bottles, they were also rich in nutrients.

Usami had just given birth to her second child before entering the mountains. Thanks to the self-sufficiency provided by her ample breasts, she was always in the best condition. This attracted the covetous eyes of the remaining soldiers, who were waiting to die.

Because they contained breast milk—something far more valuable than water. But Usami, that ungrateful woman, refused to share a drop, preferring to watch them wither and die.

Everyone stared at the two large, dark brown nipples surrounded by small bumps on the areolas. Their expressions grew increasingly frenzied.

That night, Usami fought her own people for the first time. At dawn, she emerged victorious, relying on her conserved strength.

The crazed army nearly chopped off Usami's breasts with a samurai sword. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and

didn't succeed.

However, both her breasts were severely slashed. Milk, blood, and bright yellow fat mixed and dripped down. Even her left nipple was bitten off in half. It was no longer as proud and erect as a black grape. She looked utterly miserable.

She sat down among the Japanese corpses, looking up at the sky. Finally, dark clouds gathered, and a fierce wind and lightning flashed. The torrential rain, the rain that everyone had desperately craved in life, had arrived... At this moment, her vision went black, and her body finally gave way. It seemed that countless figures dressed in strange gray linen clothes appeared not far away, surrounding her...

Zheng Guoxing and Ali, who were unconscious and naked, were grabbed and dragged out by a burly middle-aged man with strangely painted faces.

They tried to resist, but Ali screamed and was knocked unconscious with a single punch. When he awoke, he was bound with hemp rope, his mouth gagged, and hanging from a wooden frame. He was lined up with several other naked men and women, like pigs about to be slaughtered in a butcher shop.

Their location was a swampy basin surrounded by mountains.

Along the northwest bank of this putrid, foul-smelling swamp, a cluster of filthy, intricately mixed wooden houses had been built, connected by various ladders and rope nets for walking and climbing. The lowest level consisted of crudely constructed foundations rising from the water, somewhat resembling bamboo houses in Miao villages.

In the center of the cluster of wooden houses was a terraced plaza covered with overlapping tree trunks and vines. It was now crowded with people standing around the upper steps. These mostly white-skinned natives, dressed in tattered gray hemp clothing, whispered amongst themselves, their countless malicious gazes filling Zheng Guoxing, who had woken up at the lowest level of the plaza, with trepidation.

It was pitch black, probably in the middle of the night. The individual torches burning around them cast the naked "pigs" deep into the overwhelming shadow of the gray-clad crowd.

Several others beside them awoke one after another, struggling violently with whimpering sounds. Then a gaunt old man, seemingly a leader, wearing a painted mask, a heavy gray robe, and carrying a wooden staff, appeared. The square fell silent. The prisoners stared at him in terror.

Zheng Guoxing couldn't understand a word he was saying. A moment later, a burly man with a gray cloth tied around his waist strode out from the crowd. Following the gaunt old man's instructions, he led a domesticated black-haired wild boar. They approached the woman with the large, wounded breasts.

The bearded man lowered the rope from which the woman was suspended. As soon as she hit the ground, he punched her, rendering her powerless. Then, grabbing her by the hair, he lifted her up. First, he patted her side breasts, then grabbed both breasts and pulled them from side to side, examining them closely, like a customer inspecting meat at a market. When he saw the knife wounds covering her breasts… Her face was full of distress. When she saw the missing half of her left nipple, she immediately shook her head in disappointment.

Then, nonchalantly, she pinched the mutilated breast and forcefully ripped the nipple off, then threw it into her mouth and chewed it up amidst the woman's screams of pain.

After exchanging a few words with the old man, the old man lifted the woman's breasts up by his hands. The burly man found a sturdy, thin vine, tied it with a slipknot that tightened, and then tightly bound it to the base of her breasts, suspending the other end of the vine from a wooden frame. He pulled down on it like a tug-of-war. The woman cried out in pain, standing on tiptoe to relieve the excruciating pain of her breasts being pulled,

but it was no use. Only after she was completely suspended in the air did the burly man tie the vine to the waist of a domestic pig that had been waiting nearby.

The fat pig was slightly uncomfortable, panting heavily and then swishing its tail uneasily. But it quieted down under the burly man's scolding and whipping.

Watching as her breasts, originally as thick as the cross-section of a thigh, were instantly tightened to the thickness of a wrist,

her previously sagging breasts seemed to lift again. The breasts quickly turned red. The numerous veins and knots began to surface, the scabbed wounds broke open, and blood mixed with milk and fat flowed continuously… Then, the two men, no longer caring about the woman's life or death, lowered Liu Yong from his sling.

Looking at his hands and right leg, with their strangely twisted joints, it was clear he had fought fiercely before being captured, and his joints had been broken. It was a pity that his injured leg ultimately held him back; otherwise, even if he couldn't win, he could have escaped based on the bandits' bloody experience.

The old man shouted, and amidst the laughter and jeers of the crowd, a relatively young woman in a gray dress was reluctantly pushed forward. Holding a sharp knife made from animal teeth, she was about to cut up the meat for everyone when she was surprised to find a huge thing between his legs.

Surrounded by two enormous balls of flesh… The long, thick penis resembled a ferocious python coiled among the rocks of a forest, poised to deliver a fatal blow to its prey. Even the glans was hidden within the coiled, thick shaft, only a tiny glimpse visible in the torchlight.

It was truly enormous.

The woman in the gray dress squatted to the side, putting away her knife. After discussing something with the old man, she then began to playfully manipulate his penis. The glans, unperturbed, slowly oozed a thin stream of clear pre-ejaculate, showing signs of becoming erect.

But then, as if due to its owner's pain, it seemed to disappear.

With a disgruntled grumble, the girl reluctantly took an object wrapped in leaves from her pocket.

She unwrapped it layer by layer. Inside was a ball of pale yellow, solidified ointment.

She smeared it with her finger, carefully spreading it over the entire penis… Amidst the incredulous gasps of the onlookers,

the dormant penis gradually awoke completely after a few moments. Its length, width, and cross-section increased again.

Countless bulging veins resembled densely packed tree roots. The thick, flesh-colored penis stood erect like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Its strange, hook-shaped, swollen glans, facing the wind, seemed to look up at the crowd above, so arrogant.

The girl nodded in satisfaction. She removed her grey dress, turned her back to Liu Yong, and carefully squatted down on him in a lotus position. After rising and falling a few times, she closed her eyes and groaned comfortably.

Liu Yong woke up, but with his limbs crippled, he could do nothing. Even his face was covered with a foul-smelling black cloth, almost making him faint from the stench. He knew he was finished.

Amidst the occasional screams of women and the cacophony of voices around him, he quietly awaited death.

But unexpectedly, when a pair of soft, small hands covered his penis with a slightly cool ointment, his heart stirred, and memories of the past swirled in his mind.

That was the legend of someone who once conquered countless brothels in southern Xinjiang with just a penis.

That girl from the Yiqing Club, those big breasts and warm little mouth… I wonder if Yao Yao will miss my cock? After all, not many people can satisfy her…

After a while, when his penis entered a warm, narrow, unfamiliar vagina, he was extremely happy. To have a good time before dying is quite nice.

“Hmm!” No matter how tight her vagina was, no matter how skillfully his fingers teased her, Liu Yong truly lived up to his name, refusing to ejaculate despite the girl's efforts. Some women in gray dresses holding children in the crowd began to grumble in dissatisfaction.

The girl had been moving up and down for a while, and besides being satisfied, she was also a little tired. Unlike the skinny penises in the village, this person was truly amazing. Her penis remained like a burning hot iron rod for so long. Not many villagers could endure her for so long.

Her companions urged her to finish quickly. She had originally intended to take this man home and play with him, but after negotiations, the elders refused, saying he was everyone's food.

Several girls even mocked her for not being a woman, unable to even make a man ejaculate.

"So tenacious, it's a pity this treasure was born to the wrong person," she thought angrily, her voice tinged with regret. But then a playful thought struck her, and she stopped thrusting and squatted down. She took out a beast-tooth knife and a special pain-relieving ointment wrapped in leaves, which could quickly penetrate the skin, from her pocket.

She grabbed the man's two thick testicles and carefully applied the ointment… then flicked them slightly with her fingers. The testicles trembled, and Liu Yong, lying on the ground, immediately convulsed and cried out in pain…

but the girl's flicking continued, and gradually, Liu Yong completely lost his pain. Even when the girl pinched his testicles, he showed no reaction. She pinched the skin between the two testicles with her fingers, amidst the terrified eyes of the prisoners and the amused gazes of the gray-clad crowd. With her other hand, she carefully cut open the flesh with a small knife. Then she put away the blood-stained knife.

She then peeled away the skin bit by bit, removing two irregularly shaped, whitish testicles connected by long nerves.

The whole process was like the girl peeling away the bumpy outer shell of two enormous lychees, revealing the soft, white flesh. Only, what flowed from her hands wasn't sweet juice… She resumed her squatting position…

Liu Yong had initially been desperately suppressing the urge to ejaculate. He knew this was the last time he would experience it and didn't want it to end so quickly. Then she flicked and played with his testicles with her fingers. Then came another sharp pain, followed by gentle caresses. That unintentional teasing almost made him lose control.

But he still endured it. But then he unexpectedly discovered that he had lost the close connection to his testicles. It was as if he had never had them at all. The intense sensation in his penis remained, accompanied by a strange sense of liberation—a feeling of finally being free from the pull of his testicles, his penis unrestrained and thriving.

Almost there, almost ejaculation. He cried out inwardly, his breathing becoming heavier. He stopped thinking about anything else.

He was lost in the impending climax, completely unaware that his testicles had shed their last vestiges of defense, along with the stretched nerve tissue and vas deferens, all held firmly in the girl's delicate hands.

His penis, stubbornly erect within her, ignored the pulsating heat of her vaginal walls and the flow of

aphrodisiac fluid .

As she lost her last bit of patience, she clenched her fists tightly.

A soft "plop" sound rang out, and the left testicle, long since dead, became an irregular mass of rotten flesh. The vas deferens had also been accidentally severed earlier.

As for the larger testicle on the right, it remained covered in slippery tissue and fluid. It slipped away from his blood-soaked hand. With a thud, it fell onto the stained ground, nerve and all.

Why did he feel an increasingly intense pain down there? Liu Yong was completely baffled. But he couldn't worry about that now.

His urethral opening was already slightly open, and his penis began to tremble. The bloody ball of flesh that had fallen to the ground was pulled back a short distance by the vas deferens within the nerve tissue. Almost

there… almost ejaculated.

Unfortunately, he cruelly shattered his beautiful fantasy. The girl, exhausted, finally couldn't hold on any longer. She bent over, supporting herself on her knees, and stood up from him. But she still picked up the testicle from the ground and squeezed it hard… "Pfft!" From between her fingers, semen mixed with bodily fluids and blood splattered, nerves and blood vessels convulsing in mid-air between Liu Yong and the woman…

The thick penis, amidst the blood-soaked ground, left the warm, burning flesh hole, and faced the cool breeze of the square again, swaying unwillingly.

The environment suddenly changed from fiery to frigid. This sensation, like a juxtaposition of ice and fire, finally ignited his surging desire. His penis trembled in response, awaiting the torrent of semen… but why wasn't there that liberating, exhilarating feeling of a dam releasing its waters?

Frustration, depression, the agonizing inability to ejaculate filled his mind.

The burly man watching nearby, as if playing a prank, grabbed Liu Yong's hair at the moment of ejaculation, pulling him from a lying position to a sitting position. At the same time, he ripped the black cloth off his face…

Liu Yong sat up with a sharp pain in his scalp, finally able to see clearly. But the bloodstains everywhere filled him with dread. Then he saw a naked woman looking at him with a half-smile, seemingly holding something in her hand. A long string of veins and blood vessels peeked out from between her fingers.

Following that disgusting thing downwards, he first saw that the two testicles beneath his penis were gone.

Below them was only a small pile of wrinkled, bloodstained skin and another string of similar veins.

He seemed to suddenly understand something, and his whole body trembled violently.

His pupils contracted, staring intently at the small lump of mangled flesh lying at his feet. His mouth gaped open, he groaned incoherently.

The pain-relieving effect of the ointment gradually wore off, and his pain receptors reawakened, screaming. A powerful, surging sensation in his groin surged through him, reaching his brain. The consequences of that moment even made his heart skip a beat.

It was a pain that penetrated to the very marrow, a pain that felt like walking in hell!

Veins bulged on Liu Yong's forehead, his mouth agape. His face shifted rapidly, from blue to purple, then from purple to black, finally turning ashen.

His hands regained their mobility in an instant. He clutched his genitals, howling and writhing in the pool of blood, dying from hemorrhage in a horrific, inhuman scream.

Chapter Three:

The prisoners hung in a row, especially the men, some of whom had even wet themselves. Their penises huddled together.

Being killed wasn't the worst thing; what was truly terrifying was this kind of crazed, deranged woman.

The gruesome state of the penis was horrifying. It seemed the destruction of its testicles, leaving it unable to ejaculate, had greatly displeased it.

Even after Liu Yong's gruesome death, it remained erect.

The woman in the grey robe grasped it, and with a sharp stroke of her knife at the base, the entire penis was severed amidst a spurt of blood.

The penis began to soften.

The girl placed it on a nearby stone cutting board for quick processing. Aiming the blade at the concave edge of the glans, she deftly twisted her wrist.

The dark purple glans, dripping with blood, fell off immediately. She then placed the bleeding shaft horizontally on the cutting board, and with a practiced, almost zipper-like motion, sliced it across… Then, she picked out three corpora cavernosa from the flesh, dipped them in a small bowl of dark, sticky sauce, and swallowed them one by one, looking on with obvious enjoyment.

Some women in the crowd, seeing this girl blatantly stealing food, immediately disregarded the order of the square, shouting and rushing over with knives. The women quickly surrounded Liu Yong's body... In less than a few minutes, under the gaunt old man's shouts and the pull of the crowd, they finally left, stained with blood. But besides a lifeless head, only a bloodied skeleton with bits of flesh clinging to it remained. The women had cut off all the internal organs and muscle tissue, including the limbs.

The old man stared at them, but was powerless to do anything. The women's husbands shook their heads sheepishly, pulling their wives along as they went home, cursing and swearing.

The meaning was clear: they wouldn't participate in the remaining meat.

Zheng Guoxing was utterly terrified; his urine, which had been dripping, suddenly became a torrent. The others weren't much better off.

Shifting the camera, the gaunt old man pointed to a woman whose breasts were hanging up, and a burly man nearby reacted. Grabbing a beast-tooth knife, he eagerly walked towards the domestic pig gnawing on the bark of a tree.

Suspended in mid-air, with her mouth bound by rope, Usami whimpered and drooled.

She was in excruciating pain; those large breasts that had once saved her life could no longer save her, only bring endless agony.

Her breasts were suspended, her body suspended in mid-air, all her weight resting on the soft base of those two fleshy peaks.

Her breasts gradually swelled, almost deprived of blood circulation from the prolonged constriction of the thin vines. They had long since become two bloated, purplish-red lumps of flesh, their skin covered with dense, interconnected blue veins like tattoos.

Add to that the constant dripping of pale yellow fat, blood, and milk, and finally, against the backdrop of her torn and ruptured wounds, the discolored and deformed flesh of her breasts had lost its original, fleshy, fruit-like feminine beauty.

While Usami was suspended, a large wooden basin was placed there, constantly catching the mixed blood and tears falling from above. The liquid rippled continuously within the basin. The pale yellow of fat, the pink of blood and milk, and the subtle hint of pale orange (similar to flesh color) created by the mixture of these two hues possessed a strange beauty.

The burly man approached the pig's rear end and gently tugged at it with his beast-tooth knife. Startled, the docile pig, though bound by the thin vines, still began to run a short distance away. The thin vines tied to Usami's breasts began to pull upwards.

Amidst her painful whimpers, the ruptured wounds spread and deepened due to the pulling and squeezing of the vines.

Like a slightly flawed piece of porcelain whose imperfections were magnified by an unintentional collision, those flaws became tiny wounds, then obvious cracks… The two unsightly lumps of flesh rapidly underwent these changes as they continued to spray blood and milk.

Each newly formed wound expanded and deepened, like a devil grinning. Greedily draining the nutrients and blood from the breasts, exposing them to the air, displaying them to everyone.

The burly man quickly caught up with the pig. He plunged the knife deep into its rear, the fang-like blade sinking completely into the flesh to the hilt. The excruciating pain caused the docile pig to begin screaming wildly. Years spent in the slaughterhouse had branded it with an inability to attack its original owner. But at least it could run with all its might, escaping this suffering, even if these moments of true freedom were fleeting.

The fang-like knife snapped due to the pig's sudden exertion. Even the burly man was thrown off balance by the force, nearly falling.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Amidst the groans, Usami, her breasts hoisted up, tears and snot streaming down her face, involuntarily arched her neck backward, as if to alleviate the pain, but to no avail.

Pain! It wasn't just her breasts that were being constricted; she felt as if her very soul was being ripped out. Her breasts seemed to be crying out in pain, an illusion created by the continuous tearing of her delicate flesh. She had a premonition that she was about to say goodbye to two magnificent mountains of flesh.

"No! No…" She looked up at her breasts, which were erect on either side of her cheeks due to the upward pull of the thin vines. How magnificent they were. They even blocked her view to the sides. The tearing, which was constantly increasing and spreading due to the pulling force, felt like wounds to her heart.

Her eyes were covered with tears. Her fervent prayers were useless. From between the two mountains of flesh, looking down, the gray-clad people all had malicious and mocking eyes. They chilled her to the bone, filled her with resentment, and she cursed these demons in her heart with a shrill voice.

The excruciating pain spread, and all she could do was bite down on the hemp rope between her teeth, even grinding some of her pearly teeth to powder. She closed her eyes, passively and desperately awaiting her judgment. The immense force traveled along the thin vine to the base of her breasts, lifting her upwards with irresistible force. Her body was raised higher and higher, her breasts pulled tighter and tighter...

even the peak of her right breast, once intact, now exceeded the height of her head.

Finally, the force on the base of her two large, fleshy mounds exceeded their limit. If they were still full and intact, they might have been able to continue. But the injuries were the final straw that broke the camel's back.

In the struggle between gravity and tension, the tears spread and deepened visibly, the skin and flesh, including the internal connective tissue, began to tear extensively...

Usami bit the rope, crying out in agony, her cries as heartbreaking as a cuckoo's lament.

Her innocent breasts were severely deformed by the pulling, even reaching an unbelievable angle behind Usami's head.

Then, with the spread of those tears, the two breasts she had once been so proud of were completely deformed. Like two steamed buns constantly bubbling and bursting open, the last remaining resistance spread to the base of her breasts due to the tearing wounds. The most severely injured lower breast area continued to deepen as the thin vine sank deep into her flesh... The balance was completely shattered.

Amid her piercing screams, the resilient vine, deeply embedded in her flesh, was like the cruelest butcher. It sliced into the tender skin of her chest, sweeping away stored fat, cutting through fibers and ducts, destroying the mammary glands...

Her two mounds of flesh rose higher and higher from her sight...

In that instant, she felt no more pain. She fell like a fallen angel, staring blankly into the air at the two irregular chunks of flesh tumbling and splattering blood.

The two once beautiful mounds of flesh had been brutally torn off by the thin vine.

"That's mine... mine..."

Usami burst out in mid-air with a voice that was not human, like a dying mother beast being hunted, before collapsing to the ground unconscious with that scream.

She landed in the large wooden tub, splashing up a cloud of thick, sticky blood.

Even if she wasn't dead, she was close! Two horrifying, blood-spurting craters appeared before everyone's eyes. The white ribs were visible beneath the surface. Even the faintly pulsating internal organs could be seen.

Two still enormous lumps of flesh—no!—or rather, two unrecognizable piles of greasy, rotting flesh, fell from mid-air, crashing onto the dusty, filthy ground. Her former owner had cherished and protected her, using expensive skincare products and meticulous care. She was invincible in the world of men. But in this merciless hell of torment, the tragic consequences were already sealed. Perhaps, if she possessed consciousness,

she would be weeping.

But this was still not the end. Not far away stood a strange, large grill constructed entirely of stone. Flames were roaring, and thin, red-hot iron bars crisscrossed its surface.

The grill's cross-section was an odd X-shape, except that the triangular area connecting to the burning campfire at the bottom was wider and higher than the upper triangular area, which was narrower due to its placement. Smoke rose from it, and a faint red glow emanated from its surface.

The old man skewered two lumps of rotten flesh together with a sharp, hard wooden stick and pressed them onto the triangular area of the iron grill. A tribesman, fanning himself, continuously turned the stick, shaking his head regretfully as he left.

"What a pity, such large, lactating breasts could have yielded much better, bloodless frankincense oil. I don't know which damned bastard ruined it..."

"Other types of frankincense oil don't taste as good as blood-stained frankincense..." The old man's mutterings did not escape the captives on the grill. They, especially the women, were utterly terrified. The men felt a strange sense of relief.

They weren't the worst off after all. There was also a subtle excitement. Fueled by adrenaline, some of their penises subtly lifted.

A rich, smoky aroma of roasted meat filled the air. On the nearby grill, two mounds of breast meat were being roasted and sizzled, the fat being forced out, most of it sliding down the thin iron bars into the bowls placed around them. A small amount dripped into the flames, sizzling. Except for the wounds, the remaining intact skin began to change color and wrinkle… When the two pieces of breast meat reached a semi-cooked state, they turned completely dark brown. At the same time, their volume shrank considerably, wrinkling into two pineapple-like shapes.

The fat continued to be extracted like a leaky faucet, showing no signs of slowing down. A woman's breasts contain a lot of fat, making them the most suitable organs for extracting oil.

Usami's breasts were noticeably richer in fat than other women's, and she was also in the engorgement and pain period of breastfeeding. Even after being scorched and shrunk considerably, her breasts still retained the size of a child's head! This shows just how enormous her

breasts were originally. As for the sagging that severely affected her appearance, it was nothing compared to their sheer size.

Perhaps they weren't as beautiful as papaya, bowl, teardrop, or bamboo shoot shapes, but the difference in size—several times larger—completely surpassed those so-called "beautiful" breasts. Faced with truly enormous breasts, even if the shape wasn't perfect, few men could resist such temptation.

This was a biological instinct inherited from ancient times. Truly enormous breasts meant the ability to nurture more life, store more energy, and survive better. Isn't the instinct of life to reproduce and continue the family line?

So, it's a pity about Usami's breasts…

And this level of breast abuse, seriously speaking, could be categorized as SM in later generations. It could indeed stimulate male visuals and arouse sexual desire, but back then it wasn't as extreme as tearing off breasts. Severe burns, bindings, and punctures could also cause excitement, but they would never be as shocking as what they were seeing now.

These people were seeing a woman with such large breasts for the first time.

But these two enormous, life-giving soft mounds were brutally and slowly destroyed before their eyes.

The sensory stimulation, coupled with Usami's wailing and desperate cries, further aggravated the tense hearts deep within the men, especially these soldiers who were constantly under the pressure of life and death. This cruelty allowed the savage elements hidden in their hearts to be released with pleasure.

"Hey! You're all pretty restless!" The girl in the gray dress had been strolling around, chuckling as she played with the penises of various sizes. She would gently stroke the cleaner, larger, and better-looking ones. If she saw

a penis that hadn't been bathed in a long time, black and smelly, or oddly shaped and short, she would slap it away in disgust. Or she would use her thumb to forcefully dig into the glans, and a chorus of howls would erupt from the male prisoners.

"Huh?" Just as the girl in the gray dress was observing and playing with the male prisoners one by one, the burly man with a thick beard who had been following the skinny old man stood excitedly in front of a short female prisoner. Ignoring her struggles and curses, he continued to wipe her naked body with water.

Zheng Guoxing stared intently; wasn't this the same female war correspondent from his company, whose behavior was as bold and forthright as a man's? After the burly man vigorously wiped her, even all the female prisoners, except for the male soldiers, couldn't help but widen their eyes and scrutinize her closely.

They really couldn't believe it…

Chapter Four:

This short female reporter was named Cheng Hui. She was enthusiastic and extremely materialistic, usually getting along well with the soldiers in the company. Many soldiers had had physical relationships with her; she had been pregnant and had countless abortions!

She was of average appearance, with a wheat-colored complexion. Petite in stature, she was just an ordinary person. To put it nicely, she was a reporter; to put it bluntly, she was a traveling prostitute who had infiltrated the army under the guise of a reporter.

She had been captured by these people during the retreat from the Savage Mountain, after accidentally getting lost in the fog while firing artillery with a soldier in the field.

After wiping her beard and splashing water on her, she meticulously washed herself from head to toe, leaving no spot untouched. What was revealed before everyone was a naked body as white as milk. The previous vigorous washing had left her skin with an erotic rosy hue.

Her breasts, neither too large nor too small, were adorned with two tempting red nipples. Looking down, her flat, smooth abdomen revealed a full, swollen mons pubis without a single stray hair. During her earlier struggles and kicks, a faint pink vertical line, squeezed between two mounds of white flesh, could be seen below. It gave the impression that her lower body wasn't a tender vulva, but rather a plump, fresh peach.

Indeed, one cannot judge a woman by her outward appearance or clothing. Regardless of her skin color, petite stature, or lack of curves, there might be a breathtaking physical beauty hidden beneath… like Cheng Hui's hidden beauty of fair skin; as the saying goes, "fair skin covers a hundred flaws." With her flawless, baby-like white skin, her allure rose several notches in the eyes of the male prisoners. Some even regretted not having slept with her.

It turned out she'd been hiding behind skin dye and other such things, blending into the crowd. It was unclear why she never undressed when having sex with soldiers, only revealing her roughly disguised vulva. Perhaps she was afraid of inadvertently stealing business from other prostitutes and getting herself maimed?

Very likely! There was once a voluptuous, curvaceous woman who was incredibly popular in the company, severely impacting the livelihoods of other poor women.

Then one night, she was found unconscious in the wilderness. Her breasts were completely mangled, her nipples gone, her mounds of flesh riddled with craters, not a single patch of undamaged skin.

Anyway, one could imagine the ecstatic joy her future husband would feel when she shed all her disguises. But judging from the current situation, her expected husband was nowhere to be found.

The bearded man was as excited as if he'd won the lottery. After a brief conversation with the gaunt old man, he agreed to select her as his private livestock. He knocked her unconscious with a punch and spread Cheng Hui's legs. Ignoring the stares of the crowd, he hastily pulled open his short gray jacket, grabbed his penis—which he had just casually manipulated and was now erect, though short, but thicker than Liu Yong's—and pressed it down.

However, after rubbing and straining for a while, the purplish-black glans couldn't penetrate.

Cheng Hui was 18; her vagina wasn't fully developed. The bearded man's purplish-black glans only managed to go in a small section before stopping. The girl's tender vagina stubbornly resisted the foul-smelling giant, preventing it from getting any closer.

At this point, the bearded man finally gave up temporarily, angrily shouting behind him. A naked boy, skin and bones, struggled to emerge from under the gray-clad crowd who were still watching and mocking him.

Judging from his build, he was probably between 8 and 9 years old!

But the first impression of him was that he was incredibly thin! Extremely thin! It's as if all the fat has been extracted from it.

His eyes were sunken, his cheeks were thin, and his head resembled an inverted triangle. His chest lacked muscle, appearing merely as a layer of skin. His ribs were clearly and neatly arranged, not to mention his legs and hands.

However, his right hand was also crippled; he only had half a hand! The half connecting his little finger and ring finger was completely missing, replaced by an ugly scar!

After the bearded man's admonitions and threats, the terrified boy nodded repeatedly, kneeling between the naked body's legs.

He first looked at the alluring, pinkish-white vulva, slowly contracting, exuding a feminine aura, and releasing wisps of hot air. A primal excitement surged within his small crotch.

But remembering that behind him was the man who had been his nightmare day and night, he immediately shook his head, bent down, and pressed his left hand firmly onto the girl's smooth abdomen. His right hand slowly slipped inside… the dirty, crippled hand perfectly fitting the vulva's maximum opening. Upon entering, aided by the slippery, sticky fluid, the constantly writhing, layered, warm, wrinkled, elastic flesh enveloped him, and these sensations traveled from his hands to his heart.

It felt wonderful, as if the flesh was secreting lubricant, gently massaging him. He continued to penetrate deeper, into her body.

Her body reacted instinctively, secreting even more fluid between the flesh walls, making entry easier. His palm was submerged, his wrist… finally, he touched a slippery, soft layer of flesh, the cervix.

His fingers explored, flicked, teased, touched, and caressed… wanting to go further.

The girl felt something, her brows furrowing in her unconsciousness, letting out a comfortable "groan." The possessing boy saw the flesh suddenly part slightly above the opening. As it trembled slightly, a jet of slightly pungent, golden fluid spurted out, drenching his face.

The bearded man and the crowd burst into laughter. Only the bound prisoners watched him uneasily, wondering what he was going to do. Judging from the fates of the others, it was unlikely that Cheng Hui would simply enjoy herself indefinitely.

Finally, amidst the wonderfully slippery touch, he found the crevice! Deep inside, he used his index and middle fingers… to pinch the inner and outer sides of the tender flesh at a certain point, gently moving it outwards while simultaneously increasing the pressure on his lower abdomen with his left hand… little by little, the tender flesh began to slowly move outwards under the pull… Although Cheng Hui was a war correspondent in name only, she, like the soldiers, required high-intensity exercise, carrying heavy equipment, and physical training to adapt to wartime, such as squats. Her irregular sleep schedule led to constipation, menstruation, and even miscarriage symptoms. All of this increased the pressure within her abdominal cavity, causing the ligaments in her pelvis to loosen, resulting in mild uterine prolapse.

The boy's movements accelerated the process. Halfway through, in the middle of the fleshy opening, it finally became easier for his thumb to move, changing from pinching to squeezing. Slowly, he continued to pull…

tear! "Ouch!" Cheng Hui felt a soreness in her lower back and a heavy, dragging pain in her lower abdomen while she was unconscious, as if something important and round was about to fall down. She cried out softly and woke up with a start.

Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see a skeleton-like figure beneath her! He was reaching into her most private place, doing something she didn't know. She instinctively screamed, her whole body tensing up, and she kicked him with her tender foot without thinking.

At the same time, her plump, tender vagina faithfully received the command, and all the elastic walls inside the peach-shaped opening began to contract and squeeze!

Repelling the intruder!

But it was too late, because while the boy's right hand was deeply inside, his thumb was pinching the outside of the fleshy mass, and the other two fingers were already firmly gripping the inside of the cervix!

When the kick hit his forehead, the boy groaned in pain and leaned back, and at the same time, a slight, squeezing sound, like something being squeezed out, was heard. Then, a large, surprisingly large mass of pink flesh, with a few streaks of blood and mucus splattering, was pulled out of the vagina by the fingers.

In an instant, without the support of her precious possession, a certain part of the girl's lower abdomen inexplicably dented.

The excruciating pain deep in her lower abdomen caused her to clutch her stomach and scream incessantly. Besides feeling a strange emptiness and discomfort, a heart-wrenching, almost agonizing, tearing sensation, akin to the separation of flesh and bone, traveled from her sensitive nerves to her brain. And why does it feel so strange down there?

The young girl's eyes widened as she looked down.

Fresh blood stained her pale legs, and a strange object connected to her vaginal opening came into view. To put it simply, it looked like a bulging, pink eggplant hanging beneath her. It appeared unusually smooth and was several times larger than her entire vaginal opening. Moreover, its length was astonishing, reaching mid-thigh. It

was huge!

Its lead-ball-like width and nearly cannonball-like length made her momentarily think someone was forcing something into her vagina.

But as her fingers carefully and gently touched it, that inseparable, unmistakable feeling—that this was a part of her own body—transmitted from the nerve endings of her fingertips to her chaotic mind.

"This, my… how could this be…" The young girl's hands trembled as she cradled the large, swollen, slippery, warm, and slightly quivering mass of flesh, her mouth agape in disbelief.

She vaguely sensed that this was a woman's uterus, but she couldn't believe such a large mass had been pulled from her body. Didn't the textbooks say that young women's uteruses were small? Was that a lie?

But then, she immediately thought of her predicament. A mixture of despair, wariness, and desperate pleading looked at the short, muscular man blocking her sunlight, casting endless shadows upon her. His smile beneath his beard was strange, sending chills down her spine.

Actually, Cheng Hui's uterus wouldn't normally be this large at her age; at most, it would be the size of a fist. But the uterus has incredibly strong elasticity and contraction; it's like a balloon inside a person's body. It can be very large or very small.

She had been pregnant many times, and her uterus, the warm bed of many fetuses, would gradually grow, eventually expanding exponentially.

She also harbored an unspeakable secret.

Some time ago, before the retreat from the Savage Mountain, when the expedition faced failure, she had already discovered she was pregnant. However, the doctors were preoccupied with treating the wounded soldiers, and no one could help her with an abortion… Finally, the doctors had some free time, but it was too late for an abortion. She had to give birth! Alone, she secretly hid in the mountains and gave birth to the child, then cruelly abandoned it.

She knew the consequences of a child born in the wild, but she had to consider her own safety first. At that time, the army was retreating in several routes, and everyone was filled with fear. The route she followed endured hellish torment in the mountains. There were dead bodies everywhere, poisonous plants and animals everywhere, various plagues and infectious diseases, a lack of fresh water and food, forcing everyone to find wild vegetables, roots, and tree bark to fill their stomachs, and even hidden cannibalism… She completely didn't want to, and dared not, embark on the journey with this child.

But perhaps, compared to coming here, that child might have a glimmer of hope in the wild?

Hopefully.

For some reason, she thought of the child who hadn't even opened his eyes yet. A pang of fear gripped her heart.

But what should she do now? Watching the other person approach with a sinister grin,

she sat down on the cold, congealing blood on the ground, instinctively clutching her delicate, fragile womanhood with both hands. Her face was filled with panic and unease. "No, oh, this is mine, please let go!" In her wailing, she bowed her head, bent over, her thin hands frantically trying to move. Her legs instinctively spread open

, but there was no sign of kicking. What if she used too much force and injured her precious uterus?

She had a strong intuition. This warm, precious sac of flesh, so important to her, couldn't withstand any forceful pulling.

It felt like she was walking a tightrope between her legs. Her prolapsed uterus seemed like it could leave her forever at any moment.

Seeing she couldn't stop his large hand, she used her head to push against him. At the same time, she tried to push her uterus back into the safest place inside her body, the soft, slippery, thick sac being squeezed and deformed outside her peach-shaped opening. But she couldn't push it back in.

Only when you're about to lose something do you learn to cherish it. If she hadn't been so ordinary, with miscarriages and abortions causing pelvic ligament weakness and an unstable uterus, she wouldn't be so easily and cruelly pulled out. But even if it hadn't happened here, it would have just been a different ending.

The girl was also frightened by the experiences of the others. Actually, the burly man was inexplicably very satisfied with this woman.

He wouldn't easily kill her; he had planned to give her a chance to bear his own child. So, although he wanted to destroy the flesh that aroused his violent excitement, having killed and played with many people, he knew that only this thing could carry a child.

His thick penis couldn't penetrate, his semen couldn't reach the uterus, so he would pull the uterus out and ejaculate there.

Amidst the crying and playful punches, the bearded man completely ignored them, picking her up with one hand. At the same time, he casually lifted her swollen uterus, placing Cheng Hui'an on a stone platform. The girl had completely given up, silently protecting her uterus. The

bearded man paid no heed, then inserted his penis into the opening of the oval-shaped sac. The girl, regaining her senses, quickly held onto the sides of the sac, afraid that a sudden withdrawal would stretch and detach her uterus.

There was no excruciating pain as she had imagined; after all, the exposed area of this organ had no pain receptors. She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. But the burly man was very dissatisfied. It was limp, offering no thrill of breaking through the stubborn barrier and reaching the top. When he entered, aside from being a little wet, a little warm, and experiencing a tiny, minor obstacle, he

couldn't even move the foreskin an inch. It felt like inserting air. How stupid. How long was he going to keep inserting like this?

But to outsiders, the scene was rather horrifying. The woman's uterus was cruelly pulled out and penetrated; such a vital area had been violated and was undoubtedly damaged. Even if this woman survived, would she be able to have children? Finally, the bearded man grew impatient, pulled out his penis, and quickly masturbated for a short while. Then, just as he was about to lose control, he inserted his penis into the cervix. He looked utterly satisfied… the muscles on his penis trembled. The bulging veins throbbed, and the ejaculation lasted three seconds.

Then he pinched the cervix to prevent his semen from leaking out, trying to push it back into the vagina.

But he realized this was temporarily impossible. So he pulled out a thin hemp rope and tied it around the cervix to prevent leakage. After signaling to the elder, he carried the now-unstruggling woman towards his wooden house in a corner of the square.

Back home, he took out some sleeping potion and forced Cheng Hui to swallow it. He said to the woman who had followed him, "Let her sleep for a while. Don't kill her, or I'll beat you up." With that, he strode away back to the square…

At the entrance, a disheveled, thin, and sallow-faced old woman immediately and meekly stepped aside. The bearded man's nose twitched slightly. A foul stench emanating from the woman filled his nostrils, causing him to quicken his pace.

The old woman was heartbroken; women in the village aged quickly. She was already considered quite good, so why was she so disliked?

He walked to the sleeping girl's side, stroking her smooth, white skin. He pinched the two erect nipples, then looked at the round, hairless mound of flesh protruding from her womb. Her fair legs and arms revealed a gap she could never match.

Jealousy! Anger burned in the old woman's eyes.

What to do? If she lived with her in the future, with this vixen around, would her husband still be interested in her?

Impossible!

She bit her finger in distress, then seemed to make up her mind. Then, the usually timid and cautious old woman immediately transformed into a crazed and sinister figure. She stretched out her withered fingers towards him… “Perhaps, by slowly destroying all your pride, I’ll see if my husband will still be interested in you?” At this thought, a savage grin spread across her ugly old face.

[The End]

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