Xu Lele's Corpse Author: Xue Yazi

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Xu Zile's body was found in the office.

The beautiful white-collar worker lay tragically beneath the dark floorboards.

To cram her curvaceous body into the narrow cubicle, the person who buried her showed no mercy, ruthlessly scraping her fair skin, leaving bruises and scratches.

To avoid the supports holding the cubicle up to her body, Xu Zile's slender limbs were twisted into an extremely contorted position—

her left arm bent to her ear, seemingly gathering her dried hair;

her right arm stretched upwards, as if trying to reach for something;

her vulva was pressed against a support, forcing her slender legs to spread apart, resembling a frog princess, absurd and comical.

When the floorboards were lifted, Zile's erect nipples were also injured from the scraping.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, completely devoid of their former luster. Her

once smooth, white skin had turned bluish-white.

"Captain, the victim was completely naked,"

the investigating police officer said with a malicious grin.

He then lifted another floorboard, revealing Zi Le's genitals—

her neat pubic hair was now a mess of dried semen and vaginal fluid, and her delicate vulva was swollen and distended, with several abrasions clearly visible on her inner thighs.

***

Xu Zi Le's body was found under the office floorboards.

In the narrow, cold, floor-standing cubicle, the glamorous white-collar worker lay dead, completely naked. Her

long, flowing hair had dried out, spread like a blanket beneath her, a few strands obscuring her pale face.

Even in death, her face remained beautiful, her large, lifeless eyes glancing silently to one side, seemingly revealing a resignation to death.

Because Zi Le's body had been forcibly shoved under the floorboards, her once radiant skin was covered in scratches and bruises.

Furthermore, the murderer had positioned her in a very strange position to fit her slender limbs under the support-filled floorboards.

Her slender waist was twisted, her limbs bent at different angles, as if she were dancing, or perhaps waiting for the person who would uncover her and find her to take advantage of her.

Zi Le's body had already begun to decompose slightly, several flies buzzing around her genitals—

where the once neat pubic hair was now tangled in clumps, with traces of dried vaginal fluid and semen remaining.
The investigator pulled Zi Le's body from under the floorboards and found that lividity had already formed on her back. He then inserted a thermometer into her anus.

Zi Le's body hadn't lost control of her bladder, but the thermometer still contained...
Judging from the temperature and the state of the lividity, Zi Le had been dead under the floorboards for three days.

"Captain, the deceased is a woman, approximately 23 years old. There are strangulation marks on her neck, indicating mechanical asphyxiation. Her vulva is swollen and distended, and a large amount of semen was found. She was sexually assaulted both before and after her death."

"Understood."

Qin tenderly smoothed the hair of this ill-fated beauty.

Then she ordered her subordinates to place Xu Zile's already stiff and limp body into a yellow body bag. *** With a thud
,

Zile's beautiful body was thrown onto the cold autopsy table. Qin frowned at the brutal act, dismissed the others, and began the autopsy alone.

Zile's body lay quietly on the morgue table, her eyes and small mouth slightly open, as if she still had a breath or words to utter.

But when Qin approached Zi Le's lips, all she could smell was the stench of decay. Her once moist and glossy lips were now dry and pale.

Qin shook her head, pried open Zi Le's mouth, and found several tears in the lining of her mouth. Although dried, it was clear that a considerable amount of saliva and semen had accumulated in her mouth at the time of her death.

Qin tenderly tidied Zi Le's long hair, which was spread out like a black dahlia, and then opened Zi Le's eyelids.

Beneath her long eyelashes, Qin's image was vaguely reflected in Zi Le's dazed pupils.

It's said that the eyes of the dead retain the image of the murderer, but that's just idle gossip.

Then, Qin touched Zi Le's neck.

On her fair and slender neck was a horrific strangulation mark.

Qin reached out and grabbed Zi Le's neck, finding that the mark was much larger than her hand—clearly a man's handprint.
The feeling of holding Zi Le's neck was like holding a delicate piece of porcelain. It must have been incredibly pleasurable and exciting to have her neck firmly gripped.

She wondered if the person who killed her had truly appreciated this beauty.

"The deceased is Xu Zi Le, female, 23 years old. The body has delicate skin, a well-proportioned figure, and has received excellent care. The deceased has retinal hemorrhage, strangulation marks on the neck, and fluid accumulation in the mouth. Death was caused by mechanical asphyxiation due to strangulation."
Qin then looked down. Zi Le's breasts—

although they had been dead for several days, they were not limp or deformed, still round and firm, like porcelain bowls resting on her chest.
Qin lovingly kneaded those beautiful flesh; they were indeed naturally formed, not silicone.

Unfortunately, both breasts were covered in bruises from rough handling, and many teeth marks.

The nipple of her left breast had been brutally bitten off.

Then, on her flat abdomen, there were two deep bruises.

One below the navel, and the other below the ribs.

The two blows were very forceful; the delicate beauty would likely have fainted as a result.

"The deceased has severe marks of abuse and bites on her cheeks, breasts, and abdomen. She was subjected to a violent attack before or shortly after death."

Next, the fingers were examined.

Several nails, lightly painted, were cracked, indicating that Zi Le had struggled violently before her death.

Qin carefully extracted the fibers from under the nails—

the fabric of silk and high-end suits.

Finally, Qin set up a support and placed Zi Le's feet on it.

Zi Le's toes were delicate and slender, her feet shaped like small arches, suggesting she didn't wear high heels often, maintaining a naturally drooping foot shape.

Now, a pair of long, curvaceous legs were spread wide in front of Qin. Zi Le remained unresponsive, her eyes slightly open, staring at the ceiling, her swollen but still alluring vulva completely exposed to Qin, a stranger.

Qin first carefully examined the injuries on her vulva, then inserted her fingers into her vagina, pulling out a considerable amount of congealed, foul-smelling lumps.

"The deceased's vulva is swollen and distended, indicating sexual activity both before and after death...

the sexual assault suffered after death was particularly severe. Semen and condom lubricant were found in the vagina, suggesting that the deceased had intercourse with two different people in different situations." As

Qin spoke, she raised the support, further lifting Zi Le's legs, making her buttocks stick out towards Qin.
The two buttocks, which should have been white, were now crimson due to lividity. A trace of semen remained in
the cleft. Qin carefully examined the anus and found a considerable amount of semen residue. Had

this beauty offered her entire body and allure to a man in her dying moments…?

Qin meticulously cleaned Zi Le's anus. Then, she lowered her legs and began the dissection.

The scalpel sliced through Zi Le's smooth skin, revealing various organs beneath a thin layer of yellow fat—
each one youthful and vibrant, now ravaged by death.

Qin removed the organs one by one. When she removed the heart, Qin couldn't help but deeply kiss and lick the girl's heart.

As for the uterus, she carefully cleaned the inner walls before leaving it inside Zi Le.

Qin didn't want to take away Zile's most precious thing as a woman—

even though her cold womb could no longer nurture any life.

Afterwards, Qin carefully sewed up Zile's body. A Y-shaped stitch was now visible on the elegant female body,
filled with a strange, poignant beauty.

"The deceased's other organs are completely normal..."

Qin said finally.

Then, as if praying for her peaceful sleep, she gently kissed Zile's forehead and closed her weary eyes.
Qin cleaned the body again and placed it in a special morgue—

Zile's parents were dead, and no relatives would come to claim the body, which made Qin slightly happy.
***

Zile came to the company for the last time after resigning to keep a date with her old lover, Jimu.
They had only agreed to kiss goodbye, but when Jimu's tongue skillfully entwined in her mouth, and one hand appropriately explored her well-known sensitive areas, Zile's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Don't do this... I'm getting married..."

Zi Le protested, but both of them knew it was just talk.

"One more time, like a breakup fling,"

Jimu whispered in Zi Le's ear.

The office lady twisted her body shyly, then nodded with an "Mmm."

She and Jimu walked into the storage room behind the hidden door. As

soon as they entered the secret room, Jimu frantically started taking off Zi Le's clothes, tearing open her blazer and shirt, lifting her bra, and kneading her breasts while giving her a series of passionate kisses.

"Mmm... Ah..."

Zi Le moaned dazedly, one of her legs being lifted up by him, their lower bodies rubbing against each other through her damp panties.

After a few rounds of teasing, they got down to business. Jimu pushed Zi Le against the wall, lifting her short skirt to her waist.

Her beautiful legs and shapely buttocks, encased in purple stockings, were on full display.

"I could look at this for ages and never get tired of it,"

Jimu chuckled wickedly, pulling aside Zi Le's panties and thrusting into her from behind.

"Mmm... Jimi...you're so naughty...I'm getting married soon..."

Zile frowned, her tongue slightly sticking out, and she turned back to look at Jimi, who was thrusting vigorously, with a half-smile.
This guy is truly a natural beauty. Jimi felt a little regretful that this beauty was about to marry someone else, but then he thought, this little slut, even if she gets married, she definitely won't refuse his invitation, so he became happy again.

With the coordination of Zile's pert buttocks and waist twisting, Jimi quickly ejaculated.

The white semen filled the condom.

"Hey, should we pour all of this in and give that rich second-generation a complete green hat?"

Jimi laughed as Zile dressed, holding the condom.

"Don't be naughty." Zile laughed and scolded, "Goodbye."

"I really miss you."

Jimi couldn't help but move closer to Zile as she tidied her clothes.

After a brief, intimate moment, they parted ways.

"Here, a parting souvenir,"

Jimu said, handing Zile an expensive bottle of perfume as he left. He then kissed her again.

"Okay, you go ahead, don't let anyone see," Zile said with a smile.

Shortly after Jimu left, Zile, who was about to leave, was shocked to see her fiancé, Lu Zhou, appear before her.
Before she could react, a heavy slap landed on her face.

Zile cried out and fell to the ground, her eyes filled with terror when she looked up again.

"No... I..."

Zile, tears streaming down her face, tried to explain, but Lu Zhou kicked her in the stomach.

"Ugh—!"

Zile vomited up a mouthful of stomach acid, gagging and unable to speak.

Lu Zhou grabbed Zile's hair and lifted her up, mercilessly punching her in the stomach several more times.

After a few whimpering cries, Zile's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Without hesitation, Lu Zhou dragged Zi Le straight into the storage room.

Zi Le's high heels were thus removed, revealing her silk-stockinged feet.

But the beauty's alluring appearance no longer attracted Lu Zhou.

This rich second-generation now only wanted to kill this bitch to vent his anger—

no one could insult him like this, no one!

Semi-conscious, Zi Le groaned and coughed softly. Before she regained consciousness, Lu Zhou put his tie around her long, white neck.

Then, he pressed his lower body against Zi Le's legs and tightened the tie sharply.

"Ugh—! Gah… Gah!"

The suffocating sensation made Zi Le open her eyes. She stared blankly at her fiancé, then realized with horror what he was about to do.

"Gah—no…"

Zi Le shook her head violently, trying to explain, but nothing came out except for the sound of suffocation.
Her legs were pinned down by Lu Zhou, his knees pressed tightly against her full breasts, further accelerating the suffocation.

"Uh…have…me…I…don't…"

Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down Zi Le's delicate face.

She struggled desperately, but Lu Zhou, who was a germaphobe, was wearing gloves, so her scratching and clawing were ineffective.

Zi Le kicked her legs frantically, but her long legs, pinned down, had no strength, only able to press against Lu Zhou's lower body.

Feeling the pressure of Zi Le's feet on his lower body and the friction of her slender toes as they flexed and extended, Lu Zhou couldn't help but get an erection.

"Maybe if I let him ejaculate like this, he'll spare me..."

This thought flashed through Zi Le's already blurry consciousness, so she began to serve Lu Zhou even more diligently with her legs.
∩ This only made the man angrier—

this bitch, still trying to be seductive even when she's about to die!

Lu Zhou tightened his tie.

Zi Le's whole body stiffened, then her hands began to flail wildly, and her legs began to twitch violently. Her
pained expression gradually turned into indifference and helplessness, her large eyes staring blankly to the side, only tears and saliva continued to flow.

After a while, the twitching finally subsided, and Zi Le seemed to see some invisible light, slowly raising her head.

"Ah..."

As if letting out a long breath, Zi Le's head suddenly drooped down.

With a "plop," a fart mixed with some fecal matter sprayed out of her anus, and a trickle of urine dripped down her thighs onto the ground.

Lu Zhou disgustedly threw Zi Le onto her own incontinence, realizing he had also ejaculated in his pants under Zi Le's dying, convulsing footjob.

"Hmph, bitch!"

Lu Zhou pulled back his tie, spat at Zi Le's face, frozen in calm and sorrow, and turned to leave the storage room.

When Xiao Risheng pushed open the door, Zi Le was sitting with her legs wide open on her own incontinence.

Tears, saliva, and sweat tangled her beautiful hair into a mess, and her once captivating eyes now stared blankly to one side, holding a hint of faint resentment. Without a doubt

, Xu Zi Le, whom he longed for day and night, was dead—

in this shameful position.

Xiao, who had been raised with strict discipline and was a seemingly respectable man, was now filled with rage.

—This bitch, about to get married and still having an affair, and even in death, she was in this disgraceful position!
The goddess of his dreams who kept him awake at night was actually this kind of bitch, this kind of bitch!

But anger was merely a facade; what truly consumed this hypocrite's heart was a raging fire of lust—
the body he had fantasized about countless times was now laid out before him in such an alluring pose… Ha!
Xiao yelled and pounced.

Ignoring the messy pool of sticky fluid and urine between Zi Le's legs, he pulled down his pants and thrust inside.
In an instant, supreme pleasure washed over him.

Zi Le had been fully aroused before her death; her vagina was slippery, and having just died, her lower body was still warm as if alive.
Her two vulva petals tightly gripped Xiao's penis, almost automatically, as Xiao began to thrust inside her—

it was as if Zi Le were still alive, cooperating with the man's defilement of her.

"You slut! Even in death you're still so lewd!"

Xiao cursed, slapping Zi Le's innocent face violently as he thrust.

With each slap, the beauty's head swayed back and forth, her hair flying, as if she were shaking her head, begging him to stop.

"I won't let you go! Even if you die, I'll still have you!"

Xiao roared, using every position and method he could think of to possess Zi Le's body.

He forcefully sucked on Zi Le's mouth, which was covered in saliva and foam, scratched her back, and pounded her breasts, even tearing off one of her nipples.

Faced with this brutality, the already dead Zi Le could only sway her head, neck, and limbs weakly as Xiao shook her, seemingly making a futile struggle;

seemingly begging for mercy and apologizing to Xiao;

or perhaps, under this madness, she had come back to life and reacted—

but alas, this was just an illusion.

Xiao filled Zi Le's uterus with his semen, and then inserted it into her anus.

When white fluid also overflowed from her anus, he shoved his penis, still covered in feces, into Zi Le's mouth,

spraying the last bit of semen into the mouth of the woman he loved to the point of madness.

Finally, after covering Zi Le's entire body with his marks, Xiao could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
He held Zi Le's body, which was gradually growing cold and stiff (even his intense love for her for so long could not stop the spread of death), and wept bitterly.

"Risheng, what are you doing!"

A startled cry jolted Xiao Risheng awake from his frenzy.

His brother had somehow entered the secret room.

However, being the older brother, although he didn't believe his younger brother's explanation, he immediately devised a way to help him escape—

stuff Zi Le's body into the office floor, then have the short-statured Xiao Risheng change into Zi Le's clothes and leave.

Thus, the beautiful woman's delicate body was roughly shoved under the dark, narrow, and lonely floor, and wasn't discovered until two days later…

Several days later, on Christmas Eve.

I listened to Qin recount this story she had just closed, and sighed sadly.

"Are you still mourning that woman? What a gentle person you are,"

Qin said with a smile. "Generally speaking, one would think that someone as promiscuous as her deserved such a fate, wouldn't one?"

I gave a wry smile. "I'm not the kind of person who believes that as long as someone is beautiful, whatever they do should be forgiven. But, as for Miss Zile... I really think she's adorable. She didn't do anything deserving of condemnation... No, I should say that everything she did should make people feel sad."

"I'd like to hear the details."

Qin rested her chin on her hand, looking into my eyes.

"You said she was an orphan. In this city, who could she rely on?
In any case, a beautiful woman's beauty is her greatest treasure. 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime'...

How could such a lonely beauty find a stable job if she didn't cater to the swarms of suitors in the company?

How could she live out her old age if she didn't marry into a wealthy family before her beauty faded?

Even if she had wisdom and talent, her beauty overshadowed them. So, having nothing but beauty, she could only offer her alluring charm to those who held her future in their hands...

Even so, she was still murdered...

Until her death, no one truly loved her. This... is somewhat tragic."

Qin smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"You are truly a gentleman."

"Read as a gentleman, write as a pervert?"

"Very self-aware."

Qin stood up, walked to the bedside, and abruptly pulled back the hanging curtains.

Xu Zile—

though I'd never seen her before, I knew it was her—

was dressed in an elegant yet sexy white-collar outfit, sitting gracefully on Qin's bed.

"A Christmas present for a perverted gentleman."

Qin's smile remained enigmatic, both captivating and terrifying.

"It really is… I have no way to repay you…"

"No need to be polite. Preserving a corpse's lifelike color and softness is a simple trick in necromancy—isn't it?"

This girl…

she even knows I know necromancy?

Sigh, if I were to die at her hands one day, that would be the happiest thing—

but not today.

"Take good care of her, gentleman."

Qin practically pushed me, carrying Zile's corpse, out the door—

I had originally wanted to share a lovey-dovey moment with her…

I wondered if she was jealous (jealous of me or Zile, it's possible) or simply didn't like getting her bed dirty.

Anyway—

Merry Christmas, my lady. [ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The rest of the text

appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence. It includes a reference to a website, "紫乐安静的," which is likely an error or a mistake.]

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