Murder and sex

The young couple appeared ordinary on the surface, but in reality, they were anything but—at least the young man was

unusual.

What they were doing was also quite ordinary, yet could be considered both extraordinary and commonplace. They

were embracing and kissing in that room. Such things are common for couples who are mutually attracted, but

unusual if they are not with someone they love, and could even become significant.

She was willing; her skirt had already been lifted, one of his hands was inside her blouse, while the other had moved up her leg and slipped inside her panties from the side. She let out a soft moan, feeling somewhat uncomfortable through her panties.

She finally pushed his hands away, but he was unwilling to leave, pressing passionately against her; she could feel the strong, immense pressure even through her clothes. Indeed, it was not only strong but also enormous, as if he were hiding a huge flashlight under his clothes, perhaps even larger than a flashlight.

She smiled, laughing at her own psychological anxieties. A virgin, of course, would have such great fears; it wasn't really that serious. Who in the world is like that?

"Wait a minute, Brother Ma!" She avoided his chin, which was covered in a thick layer of beard and rough like sandpaper. "Wait a minute, let me get up!"

Ma Yiyang moved aside, letting her slide off him. She got out of bed and stood up on the floor. At first, he thought she was going to straighten her clothes, but it turned out she was unbuttoning her skirt and taking it off. So she was only wearing underwear, and her smooth, long legs peeked out from the pant legs, gleaming white in the dim light.

Ma Yiyang suddenly sat up and said, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it more comfortable to take it off?" she said, a little embarrassed.

"No!" Ma Yiyang said, "Xuefen, don't do this!" He almost jumped off the bed violently and pulled her skirt back up.

"I'm sorry!" Xuefen said pitifully, "Don't be angry, I'm not used to doing this, I've never done it before... it's just for you..."

"That's not what I meant," Ma Yiyang said, "You... you won't be able to handle it!" "Everyone has a first time!" she said, "I can... what's wrong with your eyes?" She saw his eyes were shining like red charcoal, but it disappeared in a flash.

"You... you should go home!" Ma Yiyang said.

"Are you still angry?" Xuefen said.

"No," Ma Yiyang said, "My father will be back soon!"

"But you said he went to play cards and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning..."

"He suddenly said he had a headache and left early," Ma Yiyang said.

"Don't joke around!" Xuefen said, "How did you know?"

"I'll take you home." He hurriedly pulled up her skirt, practically dragging her out the door.

He was right, they ran into Ma Yiyang's father at the door.

The old man indeed told her that he had suddenly had a headache and had returned early.

As they spoke, Ma Yiyang's eyes gleamed like burning charcoal, but they couldn't see them because they weren't face-to-face. Ma Yiyang was looking into the darkness in the distance, where some shadowy figures were darting about furtively.

Suddenly, Ma Yiyang said, "Dad, take her home! I... I'm not feeling well!" The old man wasn't feeling well, and his son was saying he wasn't feeling well either, yet he was asking his father to take his girlfriend home—this was an unusual suggestion, and strangely enough, the old man agreed. He helped Xuefen up and said, "I'll take you home!" Xuefen shrugged helplessly. She had always felt that Ma Yiyang's family was a bit strange. Since the old man offered to take her home, she would let him. She also hoped to strengthen her relationship with the old man.

Ma Yiyang lowered his head and went inside, but he didn't go home. He just stood inside for a moment, then came out again, following the two of them.

The old man and Xuefen walked and talked. What the old man said confused Xuefen, because he seemed concerned about the development of her relationship with Ma Yiyang, yet also seemed discouraging. He didn't say it explicitly, but Xuefen had this feeling.

However, the old man didn't dislike her either—Xuefen could sense this as well.

Because of her confused state of mind, Xuefen didn't notice that two men and a woman were secretly following her, nor did she pay attention to Ma Yiyang, who was following her from a distance.

The two men and the woman, however, noticed Ma Yiyang.

One of them had his arm around the woman, while the other walked beside him. All three were trendy young people, and while they didn't seem particularly fierce on the surface, the fierceness of young people in this era was unbelievable.

The woman opened her handbag, took out a long, sharp knife, and handed it to the man who was holding her, whispering, "Kill them! I hate old men the most; I want their lives as well as their money." Another man said, "Don't rush, someone's following us!"

"Who cares!" the woman said, "Let's kill him too." "He's not coming any closer," the man said, "but if he screams for help over there, it'll be bad!" The man holding the woman handed her the knife: "You go deal with him, we'll handle this old man and this woman."

"It's still... better to be careful!" the man said, not understanding why he felt this fear. He saw a reddish glint in Ma Yiyang's eyes behind them, but it must be an illusion, right? Human eyes don't look like that! But he still felt uneasy.

They pushed and shoved, hesitating, and the opportunity was lost.

Xuefen lived not far away. She unlocked the iron gate and went inside with the old man, then closed the gate behind them.

The three trendy young men and women then turned their anger on Ma Yiyang. They vanished into the darkness and reappeared surrounding him, two gleaming knives clearly indicating their extremely vicious intentions.

"Do you want money?" Ma Yiyang said expressionlessly. "I'll give it to you!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one-yuan coin.

"One yuan?" one of the men said angrily. "Do you think this old man is a beggar?" "One yuan is too much for a beggar!" Ma Yiyang said. "Half it is!" He twisted the coin in half with four fingers of both hands and handed one half over: "Take it!" The three men stood there, stunned. No one could tear a hard coin in half with their fingers. Ma Yiyang must have tricked them with a fake.

"Want it?" Ma Yiyang asked, his eyes suddenly glowing like red-hot coals.

One of the two young men was terrified and sweating profusely, while the other, unable to see Ma Yiyang's eyes, was furious because Ma Yiyang had given him half a dollar.

Both men reacted by attacking Ma Yiyang with their knives.

One man's knife aimed for Ma Yiyang's abdomen, while the other brought it down in a slash, with the woman stepping back in between. The movements were sudden and explosive, and the next step was completely unexpected.

Ma Yiyang caught the slashing knife with one hand, and he also dodged the knife aimed at his abdomen. Ma Yiyang tightened his grip on the hand that had caught him, and the man felt as if his hand had been crushed by a machine, screaming in pain. Then Ma Yiyang pulled the hand, and the man was lifted high into the air. At the same time, Ma Yiyang kicked out, striking the man who had stabbed him in the abdomen. The man was also kicked and flew into the air, falling more than ten feet away.

His companion was lifted up but didn't fly away because Ma Yiyang didn't let go of his hand; he was being pulled along and swayed above her head. He screamed in terror, and the woman screamed too.

In the stillness of the night, the screams were extremely piercing. A family nearby, as if someone had been awakened, got up and looked out the window.

The screams had stopped. Before looking out the window, he heard a loud thud, as if something heavy had hit the wall outside his house. The woman's screams were fading into the distance, then suddenly stopped, as if someone had covered her mouth.

Now, looking out the window, he saw an unbelievable scene: he saw one of the young men lying motionless on the ground some distance away, his head twisted backward, while the other was slammed against the wall outside his house.

This young man lay motionless on the ground below his window, blood streaming from his shoulder. Although the light was dim, he knew it was blood, because his arm was gone.

The young man's arm was on the ground more than ten feet away, still twitching slightly, though separated from his owner's body.

The man who witnessed this felt a sudden, intense pang of fear; his legs went weak, and he almost vomited. He immediately called the police, without considering the trouble that might follow.

On the other hand, the young woman awoke from her unconsciousness. She had been carried away by Ma Yiyang while unconscious. Although she had plenty of experience in committing evil deeds, she couldn't bear the scene. She watched as Ma Yiyang grabbed her friend's arm, swung her around above his head, and then the arm detached from her body.

The body flew away, leaving the bloodied arm in Ma Yiyang's hand. Then Ma Yiyang dropped the arm, walked towards her, covered her mouth with one hand, picked her up, and she passed out.

Now she found herself naked, lying on a hard surface, with a dim light bulb overhead. This was an unfamiliar place, seemingly a basement or something similar. A river flowed beside her, probably an irrigation ditch, because the edges were neatly constructed of rammed earth.

With a splash, a head with glowing red eyes suddenly emerged from the water. She screamed in terror, her scream echoing around her, only to be drowned out by the monster's laughter.

She looked closer and realized the monster was actually Ma Yiyang. Ma Yiyang seemed to have been swimming on the ice in that "river," and now his body was emerging. He was standing there with his upper body exposed, so the water didn't seem deep; he was shirtless.

She saw Ma Yiyang's eyes, which then returned to normal.

"You... what do you want to do?" she asked, quickly closing her legs and curling her body into a ball to avoid being exposed.

"I took off your clothes," Ma Yiyang said with a smile. "What do you think I'm planning to do? Are you shy? Someone like you can be shy? A week ago, didn't you charge a hundred yuan to let an old man have sex with you once?"

"You... how do you know?" she asked in surprise. "You know me?" "No," Ma Yiyang said, "I only saw you for the first time today. But I have special eyes; I can see your past as soon as I look at you."

"And the future?" she asked, smiling seductively.

"I can see the future too," Ma Yiyang said. "But it's a pity the future isn't very far off, just a matter of a day or two. However, sometimes I can see very far ahead, meaning things that are happening a long time from now." "You're joking!" she said irritably, because no one could do that.

"I'm not joking!" Ma Yiyang said, her eyes suddenly changing again, turning into two red-hot charcoal-like eyes.

"I'm watching!" Ma Yiyang said, "I saw... that old man... when he paid you a hundred yuan, he was so careless that you saw a large stack of bills in his bag, which seemed like a lot to you, three thousand two hundred and fifteen yuan."

She opened her mouth in fear, because no one could know this, and it was indeed the truth.

"You said you were going to make a phone call to inform your two boyfriends," Ma Yiyang said, "They were waiting for him outside to leave, robbed him of his money, and beat him to death, breaking his skull and stabbing him twelve times." She jumped up, wanting to run away, because this was also the truth.

Ma Yiyang grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground. She screamed for help, but Ma Yiyang laughed even louder, their voices echoing around them.

"Go ahead and scream!" Ma Yiyang said. "No one will hear you. This is an underground sewer system; the water is very clean because there's a filtration station up ahead to flush out the excess. The road is right above us, and even if someone walks over our heads, they won't hear your screams."

His hand gripped her like an iron clamp; no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't move. Although he wasn't particularly strong, he seemed quite ordinary.

She gave up struggling and decided to use a woman's most primal weapon: her seduction. She turned to him and said, "Since you want it, I'll give it to you. I'll make you very happy. I can..." "That's what makes it interesting!" Ma Yiyang said. His eyes had returned to normal, but they weren't normal when he climbed out of the water.

He was also naked from the waist down, and she saw that his genitals looked like an infant's arm. She had never seen such a powerful man. Strength was certainly welcome, but strength to this extent?

Ma Yiyang gave an almost cruel smile, squatted down, grabbed her leg with one hand, and spread it apart.

This woman, though experienced in many relationships, had never seen anything so enormous. She didn't know how to adapt; it felt like she was back to her first time. She stammered, "You...you shouldn't be so rough! You...you have to be gentle!"

"Perhaps," Ma Yiyang said, "You should teach me. This is my first time too." "First time?" she said, "You're joking!"

Ma Yiyang's expression turned serious: "It's true, I'm just starting out...I only just became interested today, I only just had this need!"

The woman trembled involuntarily. He was a virgin, which meant he was inexperienced. She remembered a boy who had been a virgin once; that boy was reckless and clumsy, but incredibly energetic, which she found particularly interesting. However, this giant was also a virgin. If he was also reckless, things would be very bad.

"You!" she suddenly screamed, struggling to free her legs, though they seemed frozen in place.

"What are your eyes doing?" because his eyes had reddened again, turning a deep, glowing red like charcoal.

"I'm looking at the future..." Ma Yiyang said seriously and slowly, "But there are some things I can't see. I can see you're afraid of me, afraid I'll tear you apart, and I want to see... what's the best course of action... but I can't see!"

She didn't know if he was joking. If someone else had said that, she would have scoffed, but Ma Yiyang had done many things that ordinary people couldn't, and there was factual evidence to prove it.

Perhaps Ma Yiyang possessed many superhuman abilities, but fundamentally, he was still human, and he also had carnal needs. He found it hard to resist his natural needs when facing a naked woman, so he moved closer to her. He pressed against her.

The woman trembled again; she felt that this wasn't human, that what was approaching her was... a monster, as if she were seeing it through a magnifying glass.

Forced into a corner, she quickly reached out and said, "Let me help you up, don't do anything rash!" She was dry, because she had absolutely no interest. However, he could make up for that. She knew that men would produce some lubrication beforehand, but usually it was just a little, not enough. Ma Yiyang, however, had plenty.

She straightened him up, and Ma Yiyang thrust forward.

The lubrication was sufficient, but it was still quite uncomfortablely full, fortunately, the elasticity could barely accommodate it. She really hoped that Ma Yiyang would be like the first man she had met before, ejaculating instantly, so that she wouldn't have to endure it for so long.

Ma Yiyang didn't immediately provoke her, but he was close enough.

His strange object began to tremble even before it was completely submerged. Her extensive experience told her it was like connecting a hose to a faucet and turning on the water; the force of the water was already felt before it even reached the showerhead.

Then came a powerful gush, causing her to scream in panic. She had never experienced such a strong gush, and the amount was so great.

Was it… was it… as much as a small wine glass?

But thankfully, it was finally over, right?

But no.

After throbbing, it didn't soften; it only paused briefly before continuing forward. This time, even the remaining section was submerged.

She felt pressure even in her stomach, and he hadn't even started moving yet! This time, she screamed in agony. But it was no use. With each movement, she felt as if her internal organs were about to burst.

"No, no!" she cried out, her voice echoing within the channel.

He had already released her legs; her kicks were ineffective. An ordinary person might have broken free in such a struggle, but he wouldn't—it was like a cork too big for a bottle opening too small… Ma Yiyang's strange eyes were closed, savoring the exquisite sensation. Despite her desperate attempts to push and grab him, it was completely futile. Her fingernails left many bloody scratches on his body, but he was oblivious, his senses focused on his most sensitive areas.

He continued his relentless assault, growing increasingly fierce. It was indeed his first time; he couldn't control himself, only knowing that the faster he moved, the stronger the sensation. His instincts told him he had to keep going to reach that unprecedented peak.

Finally, another explosive wave of ecstasy erupted, the climax even more intense than the first. After that, he remained still, deep within, while she ceased her struggles and cries. Only

after a long while did Ma Yiyang open his eyes, realizing hers were wide open.

Her eyes were wide open and motionless, staring blankly, without even blinking; she clearly couldn't see anything.

She was dead.

Ma Yiyang could also feel that her body, already cold (because she had done this without any enthusiasm), was now beginning to cool.

He began to back away, but this was not easy, just as it's not easy to insert a cork that's too big into a bottle opening that's too narrow, and it's not easy to pull it out after it's in place, especially since the cork had expanded considerably.

However, because the bottle opening was cracked, and the cork was now beginning to shrink, it could finally be removed.

Ma Yiyang stood up only after leaving her, looking down at himself, a large patch of blood covering him—this was from the woman's body. However, this woman wasn't a virgin; she had died from dismemberment.

"Perhaps," Ma Yiyang said, "you deserve this retribution. Although you haven't killed anyone, you were the one who suggested killing that old man, and..." His eyes suddenly turned red-hot again, and he muttered to himself, "I can see the past...you...killed four people. It's not too much for me to kill you." The woman lay there motionless, bleeding, her eyes still wide open.

Ma Yiyang pushed her into the ditch, throwing her clothes in as well. The current quickly carried her and her clothes away.

The water was constantly flowing, and the blood wouldn't seep into the water, so Ma Yiyang could safely step into the water again, standing there letting the current wash over him.

He didn't even need to lift a finger; the current quickly washed him clean, and then he crawled back to the ground by the ditch, retrieved his clothes, and put them on.

He began to leave that place, walking along the concrete bank of the canal. The sound of his leather shoes echoed hollowly in the canal, though mostly masked by the sound of the flowing water.

He walked the distance of one lamp, two lamps, until he reached about the third lamp, where an iron ladder led to the top of the canal. At

the top of the ladder was a large, square metal cap. Ma Yiyang climbed to the top of the ladder. He could have simply lifted the cap to reach the surface above, but he stopped and waited. He could see a policeman patrolling the surface above.

After the policeman left, Ma Yiyang lifted the cap and climbed up, then lowered it back down. This exit was actually the end of a dead-end alley. Ma

Yiyang calmly walked out of the alley.

The policeman who had just passed by returned. He said, "Hey! You! Stop!" Ma Yiyang stopped, and the policeman walked up to him, looking at him suspiciously. "What? Did you just come out of this alley?"

"Yes!" Ma Yiyang said.

"How come I didn't see anyone go in, but I saw someone come out?" the policeman asked, glancing into the alley again. "There's no other way out of this alley!"

"I saw you patrolling," Ma Yiyang said. "I was in the alley." "What were you doing in there?" the policeman asked, sizing him up. He saw Ma Yiyang as a gentle and not very strong person, someone who wouldn't do anything bad. This superficial judgment might have saved the policeman's life.

Ma Yiyang said, "I... felt unwell... wanted to vomit, so I went in... I felt unwell!" The policeman glanced into the alley again, but didn't seem to see any vomit. Ma Yiyang immediately added, "But I didn't vomit."

"Should I take you to the hospital?" the policeman asked.

"No need," Ma Yiyang said. "I...I believe I ate something not very clean, but it's not too serious!"

"You should go home soon!" the policeman said. "It's not a good time to wander the streets." "I'm on my way home now," Ma Yiyang said. "Thank you!" The policeman was satisfied with his answer.

So Ma Yiyang went home.

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