Beach Beauty (Author: Unknown)

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********** 　　... 　　The hatch slowly opened, and a young and beautiful female frogman walked in. She was 1.7 meters tall, with an oval face. She was already wearing a tight-fitting black diving suit that accentuated her alluring figure, black diving boots, and her diving cap pulled down. Her long, glossy black hair was tied in a ponytail and cascaded down her back. She was Luna, the team leader of the female frogmen for this operation. She was carrying a black waterproof bag in each hand, and laboriously walked to the hatch. 　　A second female frogman followed her in. She was 1.65 meters tall, with an oval face and long, golden hair cascading over her shoulders , not yet tucked into her diving cap. She was Anna, another female frogman participating in the operation. Anna is 　　the best marksman among the "Mermaid" special agents, especially skilled with pistols, and she never lets her gun out of her sight. At this moment, she has the holster of her USP pistol strapped to her right leg, the magazine pouch of her MP5K submachine gun to her left leg, and the scabbard of her diving knife already strapped to the outside of her left calf. Like Luna, she is carrying two waterproof bags. 　　The third and fourth female frogmen follow behind Anna; they are both newcomers : Natalie and Eileen. Natalie has short red hair, and her height of nearly 1.8 meters makes her the tallest member of the "Mermaid" special agents; Eileen is slightly shorter than Natalie, and her blonde is tucked into her diving cap. The two newly joined female frogmen hadn't yet shown their specialties, but they were the protagonists of this mission. According to the plan, they would use their beauty to seduce high-ranking security officials attending a party, providing cover for the other team members' theft of classified information . 　　The operation was about to begin. Luna told the frogmen, "Put the special supplies on the ground, I'll check them!" 　　With a thud, the frogmen placed the waterproof bags on the floor. They then stood at attention behind the bags, awaiting Luna's inspection. 　　"Carrying such heavy things into the water, won't it drag us all the way to the bottom..." Eileen stammered . "Seawater has buoyancy, and we all use underwater propulsion devices, don't worry about it! If you really can't handle it, just cut the straps with your diving knife, you won't drown, you coward!" Natalie said with a mischievous grin. 　　"These special supplies are essential for our mission; they must not be discarded unless absolutely necessary!" Luna stared coldly at Natalie. Seeing this, Natalie's smile faded. 　　Luna strolled past the female frogmen, her gaze sweeping over the objects on the metal floor. Each person had a stack of banknotes, a cosmetic box, and several pieces of clothing, the most striking of which were the glamorous evening gowns: Anna, at 1.65 meters tall, wore a burgundy low-cut dress that perfectly accentuated her ample bust without emphasizing her height; Natalie, at 1.8 meters tall, wore a black high-slit dress, revealing her 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　fair and shapely 　　thighs to lower the guard of potential targets; Eileen, similar in height to Natalie, wore a 　　dark blue evening gown with a back slit, using her fair back to attract men's attention; finally, there was Luna's own: a green long dress with flowers on the chest, a more conservative style that wouldn't easily draw attention. 　　Luna continued, "Check the weapons!" 　　Anna, already prepared, had already strapped on the holster of the standard female frogman USP pistol. The black gun and holster blended beautifully with the black wetsuit. The holsters they used were also standard female frogman black quick-draw pistol holsters, strapped to the outside of the right thigh according to regulations. Each holster had slots for two spare magazines. 　　Luna picked up the holster to strap it to her leg, but then noticed Eileen holding a small silver .38 revolver. She pressed the hammer down with her thumb, pulled the trigger, and the hammer clicked back to its original position. She then took out two six-round quick-load magazines and examined them. Luna frowned: "Why are you using a revolver?" 　　"You never know when the gun might get wet. At least my gun will still fire then," Eileen said , She had modified her holster; the slot originally for spare magazines had been replaced with a pocket for the revolver's quick-load magazine. 　　"With that rate of fire and magazine capacity, you'll be at a disadvantage in combat!" Luna warned her. "If there's a real firefight, even with a machine gun, you probably won't survive. One bullet is enough to kill yourself." Eileen waved . Luna rolled her eyes at her, surprised by her lack of suspense. 　　"Besides, isn't your weapon the same?" Eileen pointed to the PPK pistol in Luna's holster. This small, compact pistol was once 007's standard sidearm—reliable, durable, and safe, perfect for intelligence personnel. Luna glanced at the PPK in her holster and said to Eileen, "At least it's a semi-automatic pistol." 　　She then strapped the holster to her thigh. 　　A flash of silver caught Luna's attention again. Natalie was holding a silver Beretta 92 FS stainless steel pistol. She removed the magazine, pulled the slide, reset it, and pulled the trigger a few more times, the hammer clicking loudly with each pull. She then reloaded the magazine, chambered a round, engaged the safety, and holstered the pistol. 　　"You should know how dangerous it is to carry a reflective weapon like that," Luna said, pointing to Natalie's gleaming pistol. "It exposes us all, you understand?"

Natalie: "But this is my sidearm." She inserted two spare magazines into their slots and
strapped the holster to her right leg. "Besides, our main objective in this operation isn't killing people."
Natalie waved her hand dismissively.

Luna had no choice but to indulge her; after all, this was the norm for newcomers.

Luna then picked up an MP5K, and looking at her subordinates, she saw they had all picked up
their MP5Ks at the same time—they were all issued to them. Luna pulled the charging stock twice to confirm it was working properly,
then inserted a 20-round magazine. A 30-round magazine was too long, so she pulled the charging stock again, chambering a round. Luna
then switched the bolt to the safe position and put the submachine gun down. This weapon
would be attached to their buoyancy vests with a lanyard later once they put on their diving gear.

Luna raised her right leg, placed it on the seat, picked up the scabbard containing her diving knife, and strapped it to her right calf. According
to regulations, diving knives are usually strapped to the outside of the right calf. However, this time, considering the waterproof bags containing special supplies that needed to
be strapped , Luna changed the strapping to the inside of her right calf to avoid hindering her
ability to draw the knife. After finishing, she glanced at Anna, who was putting on her diving watch. Anna's scabbard was still strapped to the outside of her left
calf . "Your special supply bag will cover the scabbard," she said.

"Understood." Anna then untied the scabbard and strapped it backwards to her right arm. She then tried to draw the knife,
placing her left hand on the scabbard on her right arm, and easily drew the diving knife, then satisfied, she sheathed
it .

Natalie's diving knife and scabbard were not standard. Her diving knife scabbard was strapped to the outside of her left thigh,
and it was a relatively long, machete-like diving knife, which seemed to suit her height well. Irene's
diving knife, on the other hand, was short and sturdy, with the scabbard strapped to the strap of her buoyancy vest. She tried it and could easily
draw it .

Seeing that everyone's equipment was ready, Luna gave the order: "Prepare to dive."

Luna first bent down and tied the waterproof bag containing "special supplies" to Anna's thigh with a strap. After
tugging at it a couple of times to make sure the strap was secure, she stood up and had Anna do the same for her
. After that, Luna glanced at Natalie and Irene, who understood her meaning and bent
down to help each other tie the waterproof bags containing special supplies.

Luna then picked up the buoyancy vest with the oxygen tank attached from the ground, placed it on the seat, sat down, put
the shoulder straps of the buoyancy vest over her shoulders, and fastened the belt. This set of equipment was extremely heavy, and Luna
couldn't . "Let me help," Anna said, extending her right hand to Luna. Luna reached out her left hand to grab it,
and then, with Anna's help, stood up again. Anna sat down, putting on her buoyancy vest like Luna
. "My turn," Luna said, extending her right hand and pulling Anna up. The two then
checked each other's diving gear to make sure everything was in order.

Next, the four female divers pulled up their diving caps, tucking their beautiful hair
inside, and then pulled them up again, covering their hair and heads, leaving only their faces exposed. They
then masks and put them on. The masks covered their eyes and nostrils,
blurring their vision and making it impossible to breathe through their noses. Luna took a breath, then took the oxygen mouthpiece, put it in her mouth, and
inhaled again.

"Hiss..." Compressed air sprayed from the mouthpiece, and Luna raised her right hand,
her thumb, covered by a black diving glove, to indicate everything was normal. Anna also put her mouthpiece in her mouth, "Hiss..."
and then raised her right thumb as well. Natalie and Irene also bit down on their mouthpieces. After two hissing sounds
, they nodded and gave a thumbs-up.

Luna nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked towards the torpedo tube. She picked up an
underwater propulsion device from beside the tube, opened the rear hatch, placed the device inside, and
climbed in.

In a dilapidated two-story building by the sea lived a man who made a living by scavenging.

Although the building looked abandoned, a closer look revealed that it had once
been a beautiful house. And the owner of the house was this scavenger who now lived there!

Those who knew him called him a fool, but he wasn't always like that. He used to be one of the
wealthiest men , having amassed his fortune through hard work and having a beautiful wife. But it was this beautiful
wife who brought him trouble. Because he was rarely home, his wife became unfaithful and started
having affairs . One day, he finally caught her in the act. When he angrily chased after the other woman, she
, terrified, struck him on the head with a stick. He was instantly bleeding profusely and unconscious
. Although he survived after being rushed to the hospital, he was left mentally disabled and forced to make a living by scavenging
.

Although people around him pitied him, no one dared approach him. Firstly, because he was mentally disabled
and might do something foolish at any time; secondly, because some people noticed he frequently stalked
young women, making everyone keep their distance. Over time, his once beautiful
little house fell into disrepair, filled with all sorts of discarded glass bottles, plastic bottles, old appliances,
and various metal parts—it no longer looked like a place for a person to live.

That evening, the "fool," having worked all day, pedaled his scrap-collecting tricycle back to his
once beautiful two-story house.

The only habitable place now seems to be the former first-floor living room.
Amidst , there stands a carved wooden bed—his former sleeping spot with his wife. Now, he
sleeps alone. The fool took off his coat, collapsed onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, looking at a framed photograph on the bed—his
engagement photo with his ex-wife. After he went mad, his wife absconded with most of his wealth.

The fool picked up the photo, looked at it, and gradually began to chuckle foolishly. Then, he threw the photo away.
It hit a pile of glass bottles, the frame clanging against them before falling to the floor.

Suddenly, the fool jumped off the bed, picked up the photo, placed it on the bed, glanced at it,
then lay back down and closed his eyes…

A sudden clap of thunder startled him awake. The simpleton jumped out of bed and went to the shattered
window , looking out.

A strong wind had picked up, whipping up towering waves on the once calm sea. He hurriedly
moved a plank to block the window, but the wind and rain blew in through another window,
forcing him to move another plank to repair the drafty living room…

…

Underwater

The underwater propulsion headlights carved a path through the dark sea, the spinning propellers propelling their operators
toward the land. The female frogmen, with oxygen mouthpieces in their mouths, breathed rhythmically underwater, the exhaled
bubbles mingling with the bubbles from the propellers, slowly rising to the surface, creating a unique
scene .

Luna led her three female frogmen along a predetermined route, glancing up occasionally
and listening intently for any patrol boats that might appear.

But nothing happened. All they could see when they looked up were bubbles rising to the surface,
and the only sounds were the hissing of air they inhaled through their oxygen bladders, the gurgling of exhaled bubbles,
and the faint hum of their underwater propulsion motors.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder shattered the silence.

Luna looked up at the surface; a flash of lightning illuminated the water for a fleeting moment, then plunged the sea back
into darkness.

After a while, Luna noticed the unusual change in the current. She was utterly surprised by the abnormal weather
; their weather forecast had predicted calm seas for the past few days. Why was this sudden storm
here ?

She increased the speed of her underwater propulsion, trying to reach the shore quickly enough to leave the sea before the storm hit
. But just then, their underwater propulsion units, due to the excessive weight of their equipment,
ran out of batteries prematurely and began to fail one by one!

Luna saw that the indicator light on her underwater propulsion device had gone out. Looking back at her teammates
, she saw the same thing; their propulsion devices had all stopped working. Worse still, because they
were carrying a lot of equipment, they began to slowly sink after losing the power of their propulsion devices!

Luna calmly reached for the lead weight belts around her waist and untied them. After throwing the weight belts away,
she felt the sinking speed slow down a little, but it still didn't help. Her teammates behind her followed suit and threw away
their weight belts, but the effect was still minimal.

In desperation, Luna pulled the inflation switch on her buoyancy vest, hoping it would inflate and lift
her to the surface.

The buoyancy vest began to inflate with a hissing sound, the buoyancy continuing to slow their sinking speed, but it didn't
lift them to the surface.

"Glug...glug," Natalie groaned in terror, her small mouth, through the oxygen mouthpiece, frantically
reaching , trying to untie the bags strapped to them.

Luna shook her head, turned, and swam towards Natalie to stop her from abandoning her equipment. She swam
to pointed to her legs, and shook her head.

Natalie, with an oxygen mouthpiece in her mouth, couldn't speak, only shaking her head and making "woo-woo" groans,
while trying to untie the bags on her legs. Luna swam up and grabbed Natalie's legs, preventing her from abandoning her equipment.
Natalie panicked and kicked at Luna with her legs, but because of the heavy bags strapped to her legs, her kicks
were slow and weak, easily dodged by Luna.

Luna then grabbed Natalie's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and looked up at the water, urging her
to rise with her. Natalie finally calmed down, splashing her legs and kicking the water with her flippers, slowly rising to the surface.

Anna and Irene, seeing this, also began to slowly rise.

By this time, a strong wind had picked up, and heavy rain had begun; the closer they got to the surface, the stronger the currents became.

As Luna and Natalie approached the water's surface, a wave suddenly crashed in.

They immediately felt dizzy as the wave tossed them out of the water and then plunged them back
in . Natalie clung to Luna in terror, but Luna couldn't push her away in time. She frantically
kicked her feet, trying to swim to land.

Below them, Anna and Irene were also desperately kicking their feet towards the shore. They knew
a storm was approaching, and if they remained in the sea, they would likely drown.

Just then, another wave crashed in, almost separating Luna and Natalie. Debris in the sea
swirled in the waves. Irene turned on her wristlight to probe the water, but was horrified to see a tangled
mess of fishing net hurtling towards her. Unable to dodge, she crashed into the net. "Ugh!" A
muffled scream escaped Irene's lips, through her oxygen mouthpiece. Anna turned around and saw
Eileen, who had run into a fishing net and was entangled in the netting. Anna was about to take out her diving knife to help her free herself, but when she lifted her left leg, she found that
a piece of the fishing net had also wrapped around her left leg. Suddenly, the netting snapped, pulling her
along with Eileen.

Four well-trained, fully armed female frogmen, having appeared at the wrong time,
were helplessly struggling in the ocean like fish caught in a washing machine drum…

Little did they know that their misfortune had only just begun.

…

The next morning, after the rain, just as dawn was breaking, the simpleton set off on his tricycle.

It was the weekend, and as usual, he wouldn't go to town to collect scrap, but today he wanted to go to the beach to see
if he could find anything washed ashore.

When his tricycle reached a beach, three dark, shiny figures caught his
eye.

He stopped his tricycle and walked onto the beach to see what they were.

...

Luna breathed steadily through the oxygen mouthpiece. The oxygen mouthpiece hissed with each rhythmic breath
.

Gradually, the hissing sound grew heavier, slowly turning into a muffled wheezing

sound.

The suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen gradually opened Luna's eyes. Her vision was blurry. She angrily shook her head,
noticing something moving in her direction.

It was water droplets, water droplets accumulated on her diving mask. Feeling returned to her limbs; Luna realized
she was lying on her side on the ground… or more precisely, on the beach. She
was still wearing her tight-fitting black diving suit and all her gear, but something heavy seemed to be pressing down on her
.

She slowly turned her head and saw a dark figure pressed against her side—it was Natalie.

Through her blurry mask, Luna saw that Natalie's oxygen nozzle had come loose, and her mouth was wide open.

"What...what happened to her?" Luna wondered. She wanted to pat Natalie to check
on but she lost her strength as soon as she raised her hand. She was extremely weak; her limbs felt like they didn't belong to her
. She didn't even have the strength to exhale through the oxygen nozzle in her mouth. She tried to pull it off,
but her strength gave

out as soon as she raised her hand. She could only open her mouth wide and take a deep breath. A wave crashed over her, soaking her completely. Luna wiped the seawater off her diving mask,
then grabbed the oxygen nozzle in her mouth, opened her mouth wide, and slowly pulled it out. What
would now incredibly difficult.

She looked at Natalie lying on top of her and saw that Natalie's eyes behind her diving mask were wide open, and
her mouth was also wide open. Luna shifted her body, and Natalie's body moved slightly as well.
Without a doubt, Natalie was either drowned or in a deep coma.

Luna felt a sharp pain in her head and vaguely remembered what had happened in the sea last night: she remembered
Natalie , being tossed about by the waves until they were swept to a rock.
Her
oxygen tank, and even if she did, she couldn't put it back in her mouth. She gasped for air until
her last breath escaped as bubbles escaped from her lips…

“Where are the others?” Luna's eyes widened. She saw Anne lying a few meters
away, also lying on her side on the sand. Because of the distance, she could
n't open, but she could see that Anne still had an oxygen tank in her mouth.

“What happened to her? Is she alright…”

Anne gradually woke up.

Through the mask, Luna couldn't see Anne's eyes, and Anne couldn't see Luna's eyes either, only
inferring from her movements that she was still alive.

"Where's Eileen? Where is she?"

Anna felt the net cable still tightly wrapped around her left leg, but she didn't know if Eileen was
still entangled in it. Anna was too weak to even move her limbs, let alone
pull off the oxygen tank in her mouth. If the oxygen ran out, she might suffocate
. Fortunately, there was still enough air left in the oxygen tank to allow her to continue
breathing slowly on the ground, perhaps until she regained her strength.

But in her hazy state, she saw someone slowly walking towards them…

…

The idiot walked onto the beach and looked at the three black figures.

These were naturally three of the four female frogmen. Normally, they would have killed the idiot without hesitation to silence him
, but now these female frogmen had been tormented by the waves at sea all night and
were now lying on the beach, almost unable to move. They had no strength left to kill the idiot!

The fool approached Luna from behind. He saw two black figures, one on top of the other,
each carrying a large oxygen cylinder on their back and a black waterproof bag strapped to each leg.
Who were they?

Anna saw the fool but couldn't make out who he was, assuming he was
a military personnel searching for them. Anna held her hands out in front of her, struggling to raise her right hand, pointing her index finger in
the fool 's direction, letting out muffled groans of "Hmm... Ugh... Ugh..." through her mouth, which was filled with the oxygen mouthpiece.

But Luna didn't see Anna's actions clearly, and even if she did, in her weakened state, she couldn't resist
at all.

"Hmm... Ugh... Ugh..." Anna tried to say something, but the oxygen mouthpiece only allowed her
to utter muffled groans. Then, she could only reach her raised right hand to her right leg and place it on
the pistol holster strapped to it.

The fool saw Anna's actions. He saw the pistol in her holster and knew what she was up to—
although he didn't yet know the identities of these people,
judging , it was probably a woman.

The fool immediately lunged at Anna, but he wasn't careful where he stepped, kicking
the oxygen cylinder on Luna's back and then slamming into Natalie, who was on top of Luna , falling flat on his face.

Natalie's corpse slid off Luna and landed in front of her.

Anna saw the fool rushing towards her and frantically grabbed the pistol's grip, but couldn't draw
it because in her haste she had forgotten to open the holster. After several
futile attempts, the fool had already gotten up from the ground and scrambled to Anna's side.

Anna grabbed the MP5K submachine gun slung across her chest, but the fool was faster, stepping on
her right hand that was holding the gun. Anna let out another muffled groan, her mouth still covered by the oxygen mouthpiece. The idiot's foot
left a shoe print on the diving glove on Anna's right hand.

He then bent down, snatched Anna's submachine gun, and tossed it aside. The MP5K's lanyard, attached to Anna's buoyancy
vest, pulled the gun back. The idiot pulled a pencil sharpener from his pocket, grabbed the lanyard, and
slashed it, then threw the submachine gun further away.

"Ugh...ugh..." Anna's mouth emitted another muffled groan.
The oxygen mouthpiece prevented her from speaking, but she was too weak to remove it.

The idiot noticed the oxygen mouthpiece preventing Anna from speaking, reached out, grabbed it, and
ripped it off .

The moment the oxygen nozzle was pulled out, Anna took a deep breath and said weakly, "
Let me go... or else... I... sob..." The idiot, finding it amusing, shoved the oxygen nozzle back into
Anna's mouth, interrupting her.

Anna, with the oxygen nozzle in her mouth, shook her head. The idiot pulled it out again and reached out to pinch Anna's cheek, which was peeking
out from under her diving cap.

"Let go... let go... or else..." Anna was now powerless to resist the idiot and could only
warn him verbally.

The idiot's hand touched Anna's diving mask, then ripped it off, revealing Anna's
face peeking out from under her diving suit. The idiot's dirty hands caressed Anna's exposed face, and Anna could only
protest verbally, unable to rouse the idiot. The idiot tugged at the edge of her diving cap, slowly pulling it
back , causing Anna's bright blonde hair to spill out and fall to the ground.

At that moment, the idiot paused, and Anna looked into his eyes, trying to read something from them.

Suddenly, the fool's eyes widened. Anna saw the fool's lewd grin and knew something was wrong.
But she was too weak to move; her limbs felt like they weren't her own, yet her sense of touch
told her they were still there, just unwilling to obey. The fool then straddled Anna
's waist, pushing her to one side, trying to make her lie flat. The oxygen tank on Anna's back prevented her from lying flat,
so she rolled over. The fool pushed her again, and Anna rolled over to the other side. Suddenly, the fool turned, using
the waterproof bags strapped to Anna's legs as a cushion, propping up her legs, then rolled over again, the oxygen tank on Anna's back
acting as a fulcrum to support her body.

The fool excitedly stuck out his tongue, panting heavily, and straddled Anna's waist.

The

idiot gripped Anna's neck with one hand, the pressure of his fingers piercing through the collar of her wetsuit and reaching
her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. His other hand pressed down hard on Anna's
head, which had already been removed from her diving helmet. She seemed to be drowning, her legs weakly and
slowly kicking on the sand with her flippers. Her hands, clad in black diving gloves, weakly rose to grab the idiot's arms, tugged
feebly a couple of times, and then slumped limply to the ground.

The idiot's eyes, fixed on Anna's still-weak body, held a lewd glint.
Anna was simply too alluring; after all, she was a female frogman from the "Mermaid" special forces. Her streamlined figure was incredibly
fit and energetic. These female frogmen were all highly trained all-rounders, proficient not only in diving and
combat but also in seduction, hence their well-maintained appearances. The female
frogman , wore a tight-fitting black wetsuit that accentuated her ample breasts, yet now
lay helplessly on the beach, at his mercy. How could anyone not be tempted?

But the fool didn't think so much. In his eyes, this woman, seemingly a gift from the sea, now
lying helplessly on the ground, ignited his long-suppressed desires like a volcanic eruption
. The fool impatiently unbuckled his belt, ready to pounce. With a long roar, he pounced on the female frogman
's limp, defenseless body.

"No, no! No! No!" Anna could only weakly struggle and groan. The fool hadn't even
listened to her warnings before, so how could he listen to her pleas now? The fool's hands haphazardly tugged at Anna's wetsuit
, preparing to break through the last line of defense of this fully armed, well-trained, yet powerless female frogman
.

The female frogman's diving suit had a zipper at the chest, which the idiot spotted immediately. He pulled it down, but the zipper
was first caught by the strap of her buoyancy vest. Seeing this, the idiot untied
the strap of the buoyancy vest, then followed the zipper down to the strap of the buoyancy vest at the abdomen, untied that as well, and then
pulled the zipper down again. Anna's fair and tender skin was revealed; she was only wearing
a bikini , completely unprotected. The idiot couldn't control himself anymore. He grabbed the bikini bottoms,
easily pulled them down, and then roughly pressed himself against Anna, thrusting his penis into her.

"Ah..." Anna felt the idiot enter her
body , his mouth was already impatiently pressed against her lips. "Mmm... mmm..." Anna
made weak protests beneath the idiot, her limbs wriggling slightly, resisting his violation.

Of course, this half-hearted resistance was utterly ineffective in stopping the idiot's actions. Ever since
being betrayed by his wife and driven to madness by her lover, he had never tasted
the . Every woman in town who saw him, whether a little girl or an old woman, would keep
their distance, leaving only the man with the stick glaring at him menacingly.

But now, his chance had arrived. These three beautiful women, as if bestowed upon him by heaven,
lay limp and powerless on the beach, making him completely unable to resist… The idiot was on top of Anna,
panting heavily as he thrust violently. Anna, beneath him, was also
panting . She needed to regain her strength, to take this despicable idiot off her, and then kill him! No,
killing him wouldn't quell Anna's hatred. Anna wanted to break all four of the idiot's limbs and then
slice him to death piece by piece! Anna, a sharpshooter in the "Mermaid" special forces, was known for her unerring aim. During
numerous missions,
she had single-handedly eliminated countless strong, fully armed guards in gunfights, emerging unscathed. But now, she was being ridden and ravaged by this idiot! Anna reached for
her pistol holster on her thigh, wanting to shoot this reckless fool, but his thighs
were straddling her holster, making it impossible for her to draw her gun… A profound sense of humiliation overwhelmed her.
She never imagined her first failure would be in such a way!

Meanwhile, the idiot was immersed in the pleasure of venting his desires, completely out of control. He closed his eyes, enjoying
the female frogman's body. Because of her frequent diving, her body was incredibly fit and
energetic, possessing beautiful curves. This unprecedented pleasure was irresistible to the idiot.

When he opened his eyes, they met. In an instant, he was
terrified by the fierce, murderous look in Anna's eyes, and the thrill he felt vanished considerably.

However, even a fool has his solutions. Without thinking, he picked up Anna's
diving mask, which he had just removed, and put it back on her. The mask covered Anna's eyes and nostrils, obscuring her gaze.

Because Anna couldn't breathe through her nose, breathing became difficult, and her energy was depleted even faster—an
effect the fool hadn't anticipated. Anna gasped for air, but the tight-fitting
diving suit made breathing difficult, and with the fool on top of her and her nostrils sealed by the mask,
no matter how hard she breathed, she couldn't keep up with her exhaustion. Driven to the brink of madness by the lack of oxygen, Anna opened
her mouth wide and lunged at the fool!

She missed the first bite. The second, she tried to bite the idiot's nose, but he noticed and turned
his face preventing her from biting. The third time, she tried to bite his ear, and this time she almost
succeeded. The idiot was surprised by Anna's resistance, but the solution was simple: he grabbed
the oxygen nozzle he had torn from Anna's mouth and shoved it back in. "Mmm... ooh... ooh..." Anna shook her head,
but the idiot still held her chin with one hand and shoved the oxygen nozzle back into her mouth with the other. Anna's moans quickly
turned into hissing sounds as she breathed through the oxygen nozzle, but she had to control her breathing to avoid
depleting the little compressed air left in the cylinder too quickly.

The idiot's unintentional actions made Anna afraid to resist forcefully, so she could only close her eyes and let him
thrust on her body.

After an unknown amount of time, the idiot finally finished, sat up, and left Anna's body.
He slapped her face hard,
splattering white fluid all over her mask, wetsuit, and gloves.

Anna lay limply, her arms outstretched, her head tilted back as if dead,
only the hissing of the oxygen mouthpiece in her mouth proving she was still alive.

"Damn it...you damned beast...I'll kill you..." Anna thought to herself, watching the idiot straighten up and
pull up his pants with satisfaction. But now she was like a dead person, her consciousness blurred, barely
able to control her limbs or even her breathing.

After venting on Anna, the idiot hurriedly pulled up his pants and stood up. He remembered that Anna's
legs were tied with a rope, seemingly connected to something. He turned around, grabbed the rope, and slowly pulled it up
.

As he pulled, a dark, shiny figure emerged from the water. The fool kept pulling the rope, dragging the
figure towards the shore. Finally, he stepped into the water, grabbed the figure's buoyancy vest, and pulled her
onto the beach.

After bringing the figure to the sand, the fool sat down heavily on the beach. He
had expended and was now very tired.

This figure, like the three on the beach, was wearing diving gear, but was also entangled in many
ropes . A small, silver .38 revolver was tucked into her right leg, gleaming.

It was Irene, the female frogman who had drowned in the sea last night after getting entangled in fishing nets. The fool walked over,
took the revolver from Irene's holster, and examined it closely. He knew it was a gun, but
didn't know if it was real or fake, so he picked it up and fired a shot into the sea.

"Bang!" The gunshot startled the fool, making him fall heavily onto the sand.

It was a real gun!

The fool stared in horror at the .38 revolver in his hand—it was a real gun! Terrified, he quickly
threw it into the sea. He scrambled to his feet and ran towards his tricycle.

But after only a few steps, he stopped, turning back to look at the four beautiful bodies on the beach, tightly
encased .

He couldn't bear it!

So he went to Luna, who was also lying motionless on the ground.

When Luna heard the gunshot and saw the fool running towards the beach, she thought her nightmare was over. Being caught by
the security forces and hanged as a spy was better than being tortured to death by this fool.

But the fool had turned back so quickly, and was even coming towards her? Good heavens, when
would this nightmare end?!

The fool grabbed Luna's life jacket with both hands, dragging her backwards along the beach
towards his tricycle. Luna realized that this idiot's stamina was extraordinary. The gear they were wearing last night
had almost made them unable to stand or walk, and they nearly drowned in the sea. But this idiot was dragging her
across the beach without showing any sign of strain.

"No, I don't want to be taken away by this idiot." "

Even if I'm convicted of being a spy, hanged
alive , and then

taken away by this clueless idiot... who knows what he'll do!" Thinking of this, Luna's dragging movements became labored; she could only drag her fins from her diving boots, leaving two small furrows in the sand.

The idiot dragged Luna to the back of the tricycle, then draped her upper body over the cargo bed.
The back of wasn't long enough; it only allowed the female frogman's upper body to lie down, while her diving boots with flippers and
the waterproof bags strapped to the outside of her calves continued to drag on the ground.

After putting her on, the idiot went back to the beach, presumably to drag the next female frogman.

While he was away, Luna reached for her pistol holster on her right thigh,
where her PPK pistol was easily accessible.

As Luna's right hand reached for the holster, she discovered a serious problem: because of the oxygen tank
on , she was lying on the tricycle's cargo bed leaning to the right, and the pistol holster
was pinned down by her thigh, making it impossible to draw the gun.

Luna had to lift her hand a little more, moving it up her right leg to her
MP5K submachine gun on her chest.

However, she quickly gave up again. The submachine gun was strapped to her chest, making it impossible
to fire .

Just then, the idiot returned, this time dragging another female frogman to the back of the tricycle.
Through her still-wet diving mask, Luna saw a gleaming silver pistol in the female frogman's right leg holster
—it was Natalie! But she was already dead, and the pistol was no longer a threat.

The idiot placed Natalie beside Luna and then walked back to the beach.

"I can only try using Natalie's pistol," Luna thought. Earlier, in the submarine, he had accused Natalie
of exposing them with this gleaming pistol, leading to their deaths, but now it
seemed to be their only hope.

Unfortunately, Natalie was now lying behind Luna, and Luna had to awkwardly
reach her left hand behind her back to try and reach Natalie's right leg to pull the pistol from its holster. The oxygen
tank on her back blocked her right arm. With great difficulty, she finally reached out and touched Natalie's limp body
. "Okay, at least there's still some hope." Luna breathed a sigh of relief and continued
to grope Natalie's beautiful corpse behind her. Guided by touch, she felt her left hand was now touching Natalie's lower abdomen, so she slowly moved down
, touching Natalie's legs. "Okay, a little lower..." Luna seemed to see a glimmer of hope,
imagining herself pulling out her pistol and angrily riddling the idiot with bullets...

But then, a chill ran down her spine. "Oh no!"

Natalie was lying in the same position on the tricycle's cargo bed, her right leg pinning down her holster,
making it impossible to draw her gun.

At this moment, the idiot had dragged Anna, who was still weak from his encounter and whose wetsuit zipper was
undone to the back of the tricycle.

Anna's submachine gun had already been thrown away by the idiot; her pistol remained in its holster. On a whim,
Luna tried to retrieve Anna's USP pistol from her holster.

The idiot saw that two female frogmen were already lying in the tricycle's cargo bed; one more and there wouldn't be enough space.
But being a scrap collector, he was adept at maximizing limited space.

So, Anna lay between Luna and Natalie, using her oxygen tank as a support,
squeezing between them.

Luna was desperate.

The last female frogman had been dragged up by the
idiot also pulled up and placed in the cargo bed. Then, the idiot took out a bundle of rope and tied it around the entire cargo
bed, making sure all four female frogmen were securely fastened.

Luna had never imagined she would be treated like this, tied to a tricycle like cargo!

The ropes binding the four female frogmen were so tight that they even
lifted Luna and Natalie's feet, which had been dragging on the ground, slightly. Their diving boots, which had been trailing on the ground, were now off the ground, but their long flippers still dangled.

The fool got on the tricycle and rode towards his residence. The four female frogmen, as the fool's
spoils , were unabashedly bound to the back of the tricycle, their bodies
shaking with the bumps of the road. Luna and Natalie's flippers still dragged on the ground, making a "whoosh" sound.
Irene's wetsuit, still damp with seawater, shimmered mesmerizingly in the sunlight...

Thanks to the excellent landing location chosen by the female frogmen, no one lived nearby except for the fool,
and no one would visit his house.

Even more ingeniously, because their infiltration operation went completely undetected, even the security forces
currently had no plans to search for the four "enemy agents who came to carry out infiltration and sabotage activities."

And so, the nightmare for these female frogmen had only just begun…

The idiot pedaled his tricycle, dragging the four female frogmen on the back, all the way back to his dilapidated little house.

He got off the tricycle, pushed it into the yard, closed the gate, and locked it.

Luna groggily opened her eyes. Their oxygen tanks had run out of air on the way here,
and unable to exhale through the mouthpiece, she quickly lost consciousness due to difficulty breathing. When she awoke,
she found herself in a completely enclosed yard.

“Where am I? What is he going to do to us?” Luna wondered.

She looked around; the yard was surrounded by piles of sacks of junk: glass bottles, metal fragments,
old appliances, and other things.

“Are we… in a junkyard?” Luna couldn’t believe her eyes, thinking
she was hallucinating from extreme oxygen deprivation. But after shaking her head, she saw the same
scene again. Undoubtedly, they were now in the idiot’s house, a junkyard.

“No, I have to get out of here…” Luna thought. Her hands groped around, trying to
pull out her own or the other female frogmen's weapons, but severely oxygen-deprived, even her hands were too weak
to obey her commands. They twitched a few times before drooping.

The idiot went to the back of the tricycle, took out a knife, and cut the ropes binding the four female frogmen.
The four female frogmen, who had been bound together, went limp, their legs, which had been slightly raised by the ropes, now
dangling to the ground.

First, the idiot reached for Eileen's shapely, long legs, dragging the beautiful, sexy, but
lifeless female frogman, trying to pull her off the tricycle. The idiot gripped Eileen's legs tightly and
dragged her a couple of times, but Eileen's delicate body barely moved.

So the idiot went to the cargo bed at the back of the tricycle, reached under Eileen's armpit with one hand, grabbed one of her
arms, and grabbed one of her thighs with the other, and actually lifted the fully armed female frogman's beautiful corpse
up !

Then he slowly lowered Eileen... The female frogman's diving suit still had a little seawater on it,
making it slippery and difficult to grip. The fool wanted to put her down gently, but Eileen's back
slammed heavily against the concrete ground, the empty but still heavy oxygen tank making a "thud" against the ground armor.

Eileen lay limply on the ground. The fool looked at the equipment on the female frogman's corpse,
frowned , and then bent down to lighten Eileen's weight.

First, the idiot removed the waterproof bags from Eileen's legs. These
bags, filled with expensive cosmetics, glamorous evening gowns, and large sums of money, were tossed among the trash in the corner. Eileen's revolver
had already been thrown into the sea on the beach, so the idiot then turned his attention to
the MP5K submachine gun on Eileen's chest. He pulled a diving knife from its sheath on Eileen's buoyancy vest, cut the
strap securing the MP5K, and then carefully placed the submachine gun in another woven bag.

Finally, there was the female frogman's buoyancy vest and the oxygen tank behind it. The idiot fumbled around on Eileen's buoyancy
vest , trying to figure out how to untie it. He tugged around a few times, but still couldn't figure it
out. However, he then began to explore Eileen's figure. Although the wetsuit was tight, it wasn't
completely form-fitting; for example, there was still quite a bit of space in the chest area. The idiot touched Eileen's body through the wetsuit
, and he was quickly aroused by this strange sensation. Disregarding propriety,
he directly used his diving knife to cut the straps of the buoyancy vest, freeing it.

Then, he reached behind Eileen and gently lifted her up. The idiot noticed that Eileen's diving
cap and mask were still on her head, so he first removed Eileen's mask with one hand. Eileen's face was revealed.
Although her eyes were wide open, filled with terror and despair, her fair, soft, and well-maintained
skin still aroused the idiot's further interest. Next, he pulled the diving cap back off Eileen's head.

Eileen's long, golden hair, which had been tucked into the diving cap, cascaded down her back like a waterfall. The beautiful
scenery almost made the fool faint for a moment... He had never seen such a beautiful
, captivating woman. Although she was no longer alive, her lingering beauty still captivated
his heart.

"No, no, calm down..." The fool temporarily suppressed his desires. "There are still two alive
in the truck, let's check on them first..."

The fool then went to Anna's legs, reached out and grabbed them, pulling
her off the cargo bed.

The unconscious Anna lay on the ground, revealing Natalie's beautiful corpse beneath her.
The gleaming silver pistol in the gun holster on Natalie's leg caught the fool's attention: "They still have guns, real guns... No, I have to
take all the guns..."

So the fool first squatted down and disarmed Anna. Anna's submachine gun had already been thrown into
the sea on the beach, so the fool removed Anna's USP pistol and threw it into a woven bag. Next came the
diving knife. Anna's diving knife was in its sheath on her right arm. The idiot pulled it out, cut
the straps binding Anna's legs with waterproof bags, and then cut the straps of her buoyancy vest, freeing her delicate body from the heavy diving gear
. Finally, the idiot reached into Anna's mouth, grabbed the oxygen cylinder, and
pulled it out. Anna's oxygen tank was already empty. After the oxygen cylinder was removed, Anna opened her mouth wide,
took a deep breath, and then lay limply on the ground, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Having just disarmed Anna, the idiot then turned his attention to Luna. Luna's weapons and equipment were still complete, but
now her vision was blurring, and she could only let the idiot disarm her. Her
sidearm and submachine gun were removed by the sand and thrown into a woven bag, while the idiot removed the diving knife, sheath and all,
and then put it in his waist pocket. The fool then pulled out
the long knife from the scabbard of Natalie, a tall, nearly 1.8-meter-tall beauty, which was strapped to the outside of her left leg. He
quickly cut , then reached under her armpits and lifted her up.

Luna's upper body was lifted by the fool, who then grabbed the oxygen tank still in her mouth,
the tube connected to the discarded oxygen cylinder behind her. The fool then put Luna down, letting her sit
on the cargo bed of the tricycle, and pulled out her oxygen tank.

"Uh…" A weak groan escaped Luna's throat, followed by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as
she breathed.

Finally, there was the drowned, beautiful corpse of the long-legged beauty, Natalie. Seeing that she was already dead and
only she remained on the cargo bed, the fool didn't rush to remove her equipment, but instead focused his attention on Luna and Anna, the
two beautiful frogmen who were still breathing.

He first threw the waterproof bags off the female frogmen's legs into the corner, stuffed the weapons into woven bags and hid them, then
put them with the other junk. The diving knives weren't anything special; he could use them himself for now.

The diving equipment he'd freed him from was placed with the discarded appliances; maybe
he could sell them as scrap metal.

After doing all this, he was about to carry Luna and Anna into the small building to enjoy them when he heard the sound of a car engine
outside .

"The pickup team must be here," the fool remembered.

Hiding these "gifts of the sea" was the priority. The fool quickly pushed the tricycle deep into the yard, hiding it
in the junk pile, then covered it with a tarpaulin. The two female frogmen still
breathing had to be hidden nearby.

The fool tore off a piece of tape and stuck it to Anna's mouth. "Hmm... ooh..." Anna shook her head, but
the tape still sealed her mouth. Then the idiot twisted Anna's hands behind her back and bound her wrists
together with tape, followed by her feet, binding them together at the ankles. He then went to Luna, who had just regained
some consciousness and opened her eyes to see the idiot tearing a roll of tape... "What is he doing?
No, no..." Luna thought the idiot was about to harm her and struggled, but her
struggles were limited to weak, irregular twitches of her limbs.

The idiot tore at the tape a few times, then, finding he couldn't tear it off, quickly picked up the rope he had just cut and
bound Luna's hands and feet together like Anna's. Finally, he pinched Luna's mouth shut, wrapped the rope around
her face, and tied it around his upper and lower teeth,
preventing biting her tongue to commit suicide.

Finally, he dragged the two bound female frogmen, along with the already dead Eileen, to
a pile of junk nearby, made them sit down, and then covered them with a cloth.

Only after all this was done did he open the gate.

...

Luna heard the sound of a truck engine.

"Is it the army?" she thought. "Whoever it is, as long as we get away from this damn idiot's
place, I have to signal and attract their attention..."

She tried to use her limbs, but her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were bound together. So she
tried to kick with her legs, but in her weakened state, how could she possibly
kick ?

After several failed attempts, Luna had no other choice but to call for help!

"Help...help...help...help..." A weak groan came from her bound mouth.
"Hmm...woo...woo..." Anna seemed to understand Luna's thoughts, and her bound mouth also
emitted a weak groan.

Unfortunately, this weak groan was much quieter after passing through the sheet covering them.
The constant roar of the truck's engine completely drowned out their faint, delicate moans .

Even if someone heard them, they mistook it for their own hallucinations.

After this period of meaningless moans and cries for help, Luna gave up. No one could hear
their faint moans; no one could come to their rescue. As

her hands, bound behind her back, groped on the ground, she accidentally touched something.

At that moment, she realized that it seemed only she herself could save her.

...

After seeing the truck off, the fool impatiently closed the gate.

Then he went to the place where the female frogmen were hiding, and lifted the cloth covering them. The three female
frogmen were sitting against the pile of junk: Luna on the left, Eileen, who was already dead, in the middle, and
Anna, who was barely clinging to life, on the far right.

The fool focused his gaze on Anna, preparing to make his next move.

Their eyes met, and the fool saw in Anna's eyes that she didn't seem afraid,
but rather had a hint of joy.

Before the fool could even ponder why Anna was so happy, something unexpected happened:
Anna 's pitcher suddenly appeared from behind, wielding a shard of glass and slashing at him
. While the fool had hidden it, Anna had inadvertently found this sharp shard on the ground, quickly using it to cut
the ropes binding her hands and feet. She then lay in ambush, preparing to attack the fool.

However, fearing the glass shard would cut her face, she hadn't cut the rope gagging her,
and with Eileen's corpse between them, she hadn't had time to cut the duct tape binding Anna.

Anyway, she felt that once she was freed and regained some strength, even killing the
fool with her bare hands wouldn't be difficult.

The fool quickly retreated, but the glass shard in Luna's hand still cut a gash in his chest. The fool

fell backward to the ground, staring in astonishment at Anna, who had already stood up, holding the glass shard like a dagger in
her right hand. Anna reached for her left hand, trying to pull off the rope binding her mouth, but because she was wearing

diving gloves (otherwise, she, who was always careful to protect her skin, wouldn't have dared to hold a shard of glass like a dagger)

, and the rope was tied very tightly, she couldn't untie it.

"Too bad, I was going to say something," she thought. Since she couldn't speak, there was
no need to. Anna swung the glass shard at the fool.

The fool took another step back, dodging the glass shard in Anna's hand. Anna, still holding the glass shard, continued to swing it .
Facing Luna, who was displaying her agility, the fool was unsure what to do and could only dodge
the glass shard, constantly retreating.

Suddenly, Luna raised her right foot and delivered a powerful kick to the fool's neck, knocking him to the ground.

"Ugh... um... um..." Anna, still bound by tape and gagged, could only sit on the ground
watching the fight , and nodded in agreement.

Luna continued kicking the mentally challenged man, who lay on the ground, repeatedly. The man could only
cover , passively taking the blows.

Seeing that the man was now limp and motionless, and having expended considerable energy,
Luna stopped.

"Wait a minute, I'll deal with you later..." she began, but her mouth was gagged
, so she remained silent. She dropped the shard of glass, kicked the man's head
again , and then turned away, reaching out to try and untie the rope binding her mouth.

Suddenly, the man rolled over and kicked Luna's legs.

"Ugh!" Anna, her mouth still gagged, cried out in surprise.

Caught off guard, Luna was knocked to the ground, but she quickly sprang to her feet.

Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

As Luna watched the man get up, pondering how to deal with him next, the man
suddenly charged at her!

Luna couldn't dodge in time, and the idiot rammed into her chest, knocking her to the ground. Lying on
the ground, Luna let out muffled groans through her bound mouth. She had already realized the idiot's strength was extraordinary, but she hadn't
expected him to be so powerful! That ramming attack was like a Spanish bullfight, knocking
her the unsuspecting bullfighter, to the ground.

Luna didn't know that her beating had triggered another episode in the idiot.

If he was usually just slow-witted due to a severe head injury, then when he had an episode, he
was truly stupid, truly insane. When he had an episode, he didn't even know who he was.

Then, the misfortune Luna dreaded most occurred. The idiot who had bumped into Luna acted as if nothing had
happened. Despite being beaten up by Luna on the ground, he straddled Luna's waist, then reached out
and pulled the zipper of her wetsuit all the way down.

"Ah...no..." Luna tried to scream, but her bound mouth only produced muffled moans.

Before Luna could react, the idiot pressed down on her body like a mountain,
grabbing , pinning her legs down with his own, and then thrusting his penis in.

"Ugh..." A
weak . The idiot didn't kiss Luna; he simply pressed himself against her, reveling in
her beautiful body.

Anna, witnessing this, could hardly believe her eyes. She couldn't believe that the idiot had actually
knocked Luna down so easily, and then immediately started having sex with her! She
shook her head, confirming she wasn't hallucinating, and then let out a soft "ugh" sound from her duct-sealed mouth.

Luna struggled futilely on the ground, her arms repeatedly trying to rise, only to be
brutally pressed down by the idiot's hands. Her legs kicked incessantly, but were repeatedly
pinned down by his.

Female frogman agents like Luna were required to possess irresistible charm during the selection process,
and now, with her body tightly encased in a black diving suit, the idiot was already incredibly excited, his eyes
gleaming with lewd lust. Although he had already enjoyed Anna's body,
the repression of nearly several years couldn't be satisfied by merely having Anna. Now, he wanted to unleash his long-suppressed desires
on Luna. He pounced on Luna's limp body, writhing and burrowing
...

"Mmm... Ugh..." Luna, her mouth bound, bit the rope, letting out muffled moans.
The idiot ignored her moans, continuing to press down on Luna's arms with his hands. A well-trained female frogman was
being pinned to the ground and wantonly raped by a fool. For Luna, this shame was etched into her bones…

This fool was now frantically raping her! Heavy breathing, indistinct moans, and the squeak of the fool

's

body rubbing violently against Luna's wetsuit assaulted the

eardrums of the two female frogmen still clinging to life in the courtyard.

Although Luna's body was more proportionate, more resilient, and
stronger , she was still in excruciating pain from the fool's repeated blows.
Anna had closed her eyes, unable to bear watching what was happening… Luna's strength was quickly exhausted by the fool's
repeated assaults, leaving her limp and powerless. The fool's hands
released Luna's arms, which she could no longer lift, and began to caress her sexy body, tightly wrapped in her wetsuit. Luna
lay on the ground like a dead fish, her legs twitching weakly every now and then, her bound mouth breathing faintly
. The fool was also on top of her, panting heavily, but still full of energy. Hearing Luna's soft and weak
moans , the fool's desire erupted from the depths of his heart once again, thrusting again... This series of sensations he hadn't experienced in a long time
drove him into a semi-mad state. His hands pressed down on Luna's shoulders, which were encased in her diving suit, and his lower body moved wildly
... Pleasure erupted like a volcanic eruption, constantly assaulting his brain... He thus recklessly
indulged in the pleasure of conquering the female frogman.

After venting [the entire story], the fool, panting heavily, left Luna's delicate body, milky white fluid
splashing everywhere again, staining Luna's diving suit... Luna's body convulsed, lying limply,
her arms outstretched, her eyes staring blankly at the sky, only her rapid breathing and the constant rise and fall of her chest proved that
she was still alive.

Luna lay on the ground as if dead, her vision blurring. She vaguely heard the idiot
laughing maniacally in front of her, laughing maniacally…

Then, she felt her legs being grabbed and dragged away…

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…”

Anna, her mouth taped shut, watched in horror as the idiot closed the storage room door, followed by
the sound .

Now, she and the unconscious Luna were locked inside the storage room.

Then, the idiot dragged Natalie's glamorous corpse from the tricycle outside into the house and placed it on the bedside table.

After opening the waterproof bag brought by the female frogmen to see what was inside, the idiot was surprised
to find cosmetics, an evening gown, and banknotes.

Because the idiot was still in a state of arousal, he seemed to be identifying himself with his former

youngest daughter, because he used to play games with her often. After he went mad, his wife

took

his daughter away. So he took out the black high-slit dress wrapped in a plastic bag from Natalie's waterproof bag

.

Then he pulled out his diving knife and swiftly cut the straps of Natalie's buoyancy vest,
before removing her diving mask.

Natalie, a tall, nearly 1.8-meter-tall beauty, was
enough to captivate the fool simply by revealing her face through the diving cap.

He now treated Natalie like a Barbie doll, but this "
Barbie " seemed different; she wore a black diving suit, her head covered only by the diving cap, revealing only
her face.

The fool picked up Natalie's delicate body and placed her on the bed. Her lifeless body
immediately slumped back onto the mattress.

He then lifted Natalie's legs and began to pull on her black, high-slit dress, starting from her thighs.

The flippers on Natalie's diving boots were still attached, and the fool, seemingly unaware that they could be removed,
awkwardly brought her legs together.

After slipping on the flippers, the dress easily slipped onto Natalie's upper body. The fool first
pulled Natalie's left hand inside the dress, then hung the dress's straps on her left shoulder, followed by her right arm and
shoulder .

The dress was easily put on, and Natalie lay on the bed in this strange attire, the black
wetsuit and black evening gown [full text] beautifully combined. The fool looked at his work and
smiled .

Then, he also lay on the bed, embracing Natalie's beautiful corpse in her wetsuit and evening gown, and drifted off
to sleep . He was too tired today and needed a good rest.

When he woke up, he would need to continue to release his pent-
up ."

Luna and Anna in the storage room gradually drifted off to sleep. They needed a good rest,
a sweet dream to deceive themselves that everything they had experienced that day was just a nightmare, but one that would last
a very long time, perhaps even forever…

In the courtyard, Eileen's beautiful corpse still sat against the pile of junk. The sky changed, and a light rain began to fall.
Raindrops pattered against her delicate body, flowing down her long hair and the wetsuit she wore…

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