【Nightmare】(Flower-Cursing Notes) (Prologue - Chapter 3)

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Nightmare (A Flower-Inducing Diary)
Author: Poison Arrow
Word Count: 9588
(Prologue) One Page of Diary
Tuesday, May 1982, Sunny Today is a memorable day in my life. I actually
passed my graduation anatomy exam with the highest score! You know, my anatomy skills are known to be the worst in the entire medical school, and
I just injured my right hand yesterday.
Speaking of my hand injury, I don't know who put a syringe in my cabinet. Last night before going to bed
, when I got my pajamas, I was pricked in the right hand. When I quickly pulled my hand back, some
strange black liquid from the syringe had already been injected into my right hand. My right hand immediately swelled up, and I had to
bandage it before going to sleep, thinking that tomorrow's anatomy exam was over.
But when I woke up this morning, my hand had recovered as if it had never been injured.
My topic for the anatomy exam this morning was… I lifted the white cloth on the dissection table, wow! It was the body of a young, beautiful
girl. The professor said the police found it in Taipei that morning, initially suspecting rape and murder. An autopsy was pending to determine
the cause of death. Because of the recent surge in homicides, Taipei's forensic teams were short-staffed, so some bodies
were being sent to our school for examination.
I carefully examined the naked girl on the autopsy table. She was probably just over 20, with shoulder-length hair, big
eyes, and an oval face—quite pretty, a real beauty!
The girl had a great figure; her skin was fair and delicate. Her breasts weren't large, but they were beautiful,
round, and firm. Perhaps due to blood loss, her nipples were a pale pink. Her legs were long and graceful.
There wasn't much pubic hair, so her vulva was clearly visible, and its color was similar to her nipples, indicating that the deceased
girl didn't have a long sexual history.
The girl's body was almost entirely unmarked, except for one fatal wound on the right side of her left breast. It
was a small, deep cut, parallel to her ribs, made by a sharp weapon like a dagger,
slanting towards her heart. It was estimated to have pierced her heart, causing her immediate death.
Around the wound, one could see the tender, bright red flesh inside her breast, pulled out when the assailant withdrew the weapon.
The professor first inserted a cotton swab into the girl's vagina, collecting some vaginal secretions, which were then sent to a test tube
to check for semen. He then gestured for me to cut open her genitals and lower abdomen.
My right hand remained remarkably calm as I picked up a scalpel and deeply inserted it into the girl's vagina. Two teaching assistants
spread her thighs as wide as possible. I gently opened her genitals, pointed the scalpel upwards, and slowly cut open
her labia majora and minora, all the way to her navel, completely dissecting her lower body.
I located the uterus next to the bladder. My right hand, seemingly acting on its own, expertly dissected
the girl's uterus, then mechanically retrieved a suction device, drawing out the uterine fluid and placing it in a test tube
.
The professor nodded approvingly, but I was baffled as to why I had done this.
The next step was to examine the girl's chest cavity to determine the cause of death. I gently grasped the girl's left breast with my left hand, and
with my right hand, I inserted the scalpel along the lower edge of her left breast, into the space between her ribs. Then, following
the direction of the ribs below her left breast, I made a horizontal incision. The scalpel then returned to the initial insertion point and severed
two ribs upwards. With a gentle flick of the scalpel, the girl's chest cavity opened, and a gush of dark red blood immediately flowed out—
a symptom of massive bleeding caused by a punctured heart.
My right hand, holding the scalpel, skillfully cut through the tissue around the heart in the blood, quickly
removing the girl's heart completely and emptying it from her chest cavity.
The girl was beautiful, even her heart appeared small and delicate. I washed this beautiful heart in saline solution
. It seemed our estimation was correct; a piercing wound had been made into her heart.
Connecting this with the stab wound on her left breast, it was clear that the knife, deeply embedded in her left breast, had pierced all the way to her heart
before being pulled out by the murderer. The murderer had so cruelly plunged a sharp knife into
the chest of such a beautiful, weak, and defenseless young girl, piercing her heart and killing her instantly.
Finally, I dissected the girl's body from throat to vulva,
carefully examining all her internal organs, including the liver and lungs, but found nothing abnormal. The examination results were clear: the girl had been raped first, then
stabbed to death to silence her.
My right hand calmly operated the scalpel throughout, and a strange thought crossed my mind—it was as if my hand
was performing the operation itself. My dissection skills couldn't possibly be that good! Could it be that strange
syringe? …
(Chapter 1) First Approach
"Dr. Long, why aren't you home yet?" A clear, young girl's voice pulled me from my
reverie as I looked at my diary. I quickly closed the diary and looked up. It was
Yin, a nursing intern at the hospital.
Yin was a fourth-year nursing student at medical university, interning at our hospital. She was a diligent and inquisitive girl
, tall and slender with fair skin and beautiful features. Her breasts weren't particularly developed, but she
had a slender waist and long legs. Her white nurse's uniform accentuated her figure. In short, she was a beautiful
girl.
"Dr. Long, may I ask you a few medical questions?" Yin took out a notebook and leaned closer
. Looking through the neckline of her nurse's uniform, I could vaguely see her white bra and a shallow cleavage. My
lower body instinctively hardened.
Just then, my right hand suddenly felt a burning sensation, and then, completely uncontrollably,
it reached out towards Yin's breasts. Before Yin could react, my right hand was already on her left
breast, tightly gripping it. A strange sensation of softness mixed with firmness surged from my right hand
, and I could no longer control my body, pulling Yin into a tight embrace.
"Ouch!" Yin twisted her upper body, trying to escape, but I held her breast firmly. Yin's foot kicked
the table, and the coffee cup tipped over.
"What are you trying to do?" Seeing the fear filling Yin's clear black eyes, I hesitated for a moment
, but a strong lust immediately took over my heart.
"I, I..." I didn't answer. My hand had already reached inside the nurse's uniform, immediately grabbing Yin
's breasts from under her shirt.
"No! Please, don't do this!" Yin tried to push me away, but because I had already held her waist
tightly, she couldn't use her strength. Moreover, the nurse's skirt was being lifted higher and higher, completely exposing her thighs.
Yin was pressed down on the desk by me, struggling desperately.
"Ah!...Let me go..." The girl turned her face to the side and then wriggled upwards, but this only gave me
an opportunity. I changed to hug Yin from behind, immediately pulling open her shirt. The buttons quickly came off, revealing a snow-
white girl's bra. My hand shoved into the bra without any hesitation, grabbing Yin's beautiful, full
breasts hard.
"No! No!" After her breasts were grabbed, Yin twisted her body with all her might. But it was no use. Instead,
the bra straps snapped, exposing the girl's snow-white breasts. I pinched her two pink nipples hard
, and the girl couldn't help but moan. Her struggles weakened, and I took the opportunity to lift her skirt.
"You can't do this!" Yin tried to pull down her skirt, which was already lifted up to her thighs, but my hand had already slipped
inside her thighs.
"Ah!...There!...No!" Yin squeezed her thighs together in that instant, but my hand had already pressed against
her most important place. Through her panties, my middle finger was already pressing into her soft indentation.
"Ah...no...ah...no..." Yin moaned, her whole body trembling as if an electric current was passing through her,
and she no longer had the strength to struggle. I pulled up the hem of Yin's nurse's skirt.
"No...no!" Yin desperately turned her head and kicked her legs. By this time, I was already straddling Yin's waist, unhooking
her skirt, pulling down the zipper, and slightly pulling down the skirt. Then, I immediately grabbed the top of her pantyhose and
pulled the skirt up to her knees in one swift motion. The struggling girl's last remaining garment, her white panties, was also pulled down.
"Ah..." I turned Yin over, kissing her hardening nipples while my
hand slid down her waist and explored her abdomen. Her slender waist was barely a handful, her skin smooth as snow, and her navel was particularly alluring. My
hand brushed against a patch of downy hair, touching a moist crevice. I lowered my head and
spread Yin's thighs apart, revealing her most private area. The girl's vulva was tightly closed, covered by a soft, flat layer of pubic hair . The small opening
was slightly sunken, the gap in the middle tight and airtight. Her labia were pressed together, pink like
two pieces of clam shell.
"Ah...no...no...ah..." Completely limp, Yin no longer had the strength to push me away
.
I began to touch her labia. My fingers broke through the folds, and when I touched her most sensitive spot, Yin couldn't help but
moan, twisting her body with all her might. I began to focus my fingers on the
small, hardening mound between her labia.
"Ah...no...no..." Yin resisted with her last ounce of strength.
I pressed Yin's body tightly against me, licking her pert breasts with my tongue while simultaneously playing with her clitoris
. Attacking two of her most sensitive areas at the same time made Yin's body gradually heat up, an indescribable tingling
sensation spreading throughout her entire lower body. My fingers could feel nectar
slowly seeping from the depths of Yin's petals, something she couldn't control. I boldly parted her petals and inserted my fingers deeper.
Yin instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together, but this only fueled my desire, and I suddenly thrust my fingers even deeper into her
vagina.
"Ah!" Yin cried out softly, her brows furrowing and her toes trembling slightly.
My fingers, inserted into Yin's vagina, swirled like a stirring rod, causing her wet petals to clamp tightly around them
.
"Ah...no...no..." Before she could finish speaking, I had already lifted Yin's legs, placing her in a very lewd
position. At the center of her thighs was a pink slit, something gleaming.
"Ah..." Shame made Yin strain her upper body and legs. But I had already placed her legs on my shoulders,
preventing her from exerting any force.
I rubbed my hard penis against Yin's vulva, causing her whole body to tremble, even her labia to writhe
, and more vaginal fluid began to flow from her slit.
Yin knew what I was doing; once that thing entered, she would lose her virginity, but no matter how hard she
resisted, she couldn't stop my thrusting. I thrust hard, the head of my penis entering a little, and Yin felt a sharp
pain in her lower body, letting out a scream.
Yin struggled, saying, "No...help...no...don't..." Seeing that she was still resisting, I simply parted her labia
, pressed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, and thrust with all my might... "Ah!..." Yin screamed as
I forced the head of my penis inside. The head
of my penis was inside her vagina, like a large sausage tightly sealed in the hole. Her labia were spread open to the extreme, as if about to tear open. My head of my penis was tightly clamped in her vagina,
the tip enveloped by flesh, feeling a tingling, numb, and extremely comfortable sensation.
But since most of it was still not inside, it wasn't quite satisfying. I thrust forward a little more. The muscles
at the entrance of Yin's vagina, stretched by the head of my penis, were no longer as tightly contracted as before, and my head of my penis was now against her hymen
. With one more push, it was completely inside.
Yin trembled and cried out loudly, "It hurts...it hurts..." I knew my penis had broken through her hymen and was
halfway inside, so I ignored her cries and struggles and thrust wildly.
Yin's newly opened vaginal opening was very tight, so thrusting required a lot of effort. Moreover, a virgin's vagina is slightly flat
, unlike the full vaginas of women who are used to being wet, so I couldn't insert it all the way in; at least a third
of the base was still outside. I thrust in and out rapidly, and her labia moved with me, the pink flesh constantly turning in
and out. White vaginal fluid mixed with blood gushed out with each thrust, making it even easier to thrust
. All I could hear was my panting, Yin's intermittent moans, and the sounds of slapping.
My frenzied thrusting caused Yin to groan involuntarily. Yin's body suddenly convulsed, and her whole...
Her body trembled for a moment, and a gush of fluid gushed from deep within her uterus. With all my might, I thrust my penis deep into
Yin's cervix, wishing I could shove my testicles inside. Yin shuddered, and then ejaculated again, a hot
stream drenching my glans. I could no longer hold back, and I pulled Yin tightly, ejaculating a stream of hot semen into her
convulsing uterus.
…My right hand slowly reached behind me and pulled out my most frequently used, long and incredibly sharp Russian-made
scalpel. I gently pressed it against the nipple of Yin's beautiful, protruding left breast, the tip pressing down so hard that the
delicate white skin indented slightly.
If Yin lived, I would spend the rest of my life in prison.
Yin looked at me in terror: "No…don't kill me…" "I won't let you feel too much pain."
A murderous glint flashed in my eyes, and with a swift movement, I thrust the scalpel against Yin's breast directly into her heart
.
"Oh!..." Yin let out a short, miserable groan, her last sound.
The 15-centimeter blade of the scalpel was completely embedded in Yin's left breast, piercing diagonally to the right into the girl's young heart
. Yin's warm blood immediately gushed onto my right hand, which was holding the scalpel. The girl's naked body
stiffened as if reaching a climax, held for a few seconds, then went limp and stopped breathing.
Just then, footsteps came from the doorway...
(Chapter Two) Fusion is Immortality
What had I done?
I stared at Yin, lying quietly on the desk, dead. My hand was still tightly gripping
the scalpel embedded in her chest, like a lifeless statue, my mind blank, just
standing there blankly.
The footsteps grew closer. The office door was pushed open, but I remained motionless.
But my right hand moved, violently pulling the scalpel from Yin's chest and throwing it towards the doorway behind me with lightning speed
.
"Ah!" A girl's painful scream came from behind me.
The scream seemed to revive me; I turned around and saw a beautiful girl clutching
her chest, her body slumped weakly against the office door.
I rushed over, but the girl was no longer moving; her head slumped limply against her chest. My
scalpel was deeply embedded between her breasts, piercing her heart; blood had
soaked through her clothes.
I lifted the girl's head and recognized her as Sakura, the receptionist and consultant on the second floor of the hospital. She wore light
makeup, and a single, glistening tear clung to her long, beautiful eyelashes above her closed eyes. The receptionists and
consultants at the hospital directly impacted the hospital's image; they were always handpicked, requiring exceptional looks, figure, and temperament
. Sakura was no exception. Though she had stopped breathing, she remained breathtakingly beautiful.
A strange thought suddenly occurred to me, and I gently unbuttoned Sakura's clothes. The scalpel had pierced precisely at
the connection between the two cups of her bra, severing the straps. The cups, already soaked with blood, slipped down
, revealing a pair of round and perky breasts. I gently rubbed her two pale pink nipples with one hand,
while removing the rest of her clothing with the other. Sakura's body was still warm and soft, allowing me to do as I pleased.
My hand traced Sakura's long, beautiful legs, her rounded knees, and down to her delicate feet. Then it
stroked up her calves, all the way to the top of her thighs, finally reaching Sakura's most mysterious place. I gently stroked
the soft pubic hair on her mound; it was very soft. Sakura's pubic hair was sparse, growing delicately and gracefully on the upper part of her pink labia majora
.
I parted her thighs and gently pried open Sakura's vulva with my fingers, revealing her pink clitoris. To my surprise
, Sakura's hymen was still intact. I couldn't resist inserting my middle finger into her still-warm vagina.
"Beep...beep...beep..."... "Beep...beep...beep..."... "Beep...beep...beep
..."... The alarm clock rang three times before I reluctantly opened my eyes. My head was throbbing; it felt like I'd had
a nightmare all night, but the details were blurry and I couldn't remember them clearly—it was something like I'd killed someone.
I rushed to the hospital. Luckily, the reception desk was empty; Sakura, the receptionist, hadn't arrived yet, so I wouldn't be
late.
There weren't many surgeries today, and the intern nurse, Yin, hadn't come to work either. By the afternoon,
news spread throughout the hospital that intern nurse Yin and receptionist Sakura were missing. Apparently, neither of them had gone home last night,
nor had they come to work today, nor had they contacted their families.
I didn't care about such trivial matters, thinking that the two girls had probably just gone out with their boyfriends
. A day's absence wasn't anything to make a fuss about. I checked the time until it was time to leave work and then drove back to my apartment
.
Taipei is incredibly hot this year. Being someone who hates the heat, I bought a super-sized refrigerator, big enough to fit a
cow. What can I say, I consider cold drinks my lifeblood?
The first thing I did upon opening the door was to grab a cold drink.
Opening the refrigerator, I froze.
Inside lay two snow-white bodies. The corpses of two young girls, fatal stab wounds to their chests,
the blood frozen into dark red ice, their faces still beautiful.
I recognized them; these two naked young corpses were Yin and Ying, who had disappeared from our hospital.
My usual Russian-made scalpel was still deeply embedded between Ying's beautiful breasts
… The nightmare's events slowly began to replay.
This wasn't a nightmare.
"I killed them, not you," a strange voice said.
There was no one around; the voice seemed to come from inside my body.
"Who are you?" Before I could even speak, merely thinking this, the strange voice seemed
to understand my thoughts. It simply replied, "Your right hand. Or rather, the parasite in your right hand
." I tried to move my right hand, but it wouldn't move, and then suddenly, "slap!" it gave me
a slap.
"Don't believe it? Now you do?" I remembered that strange syringe from medical school years ago.
I remembered my right hand, which I could perform dissections with effortless skill. I remembered
the uncontrollable right hand I'd used in countless surgeries, big and small, since I became a surgeon.
"If you don't kill them, you'll go to jail. I don't want to suffer with you," the strange voice continued. "
I only get pleasure when you get pleasure, and my desires are much greater than yours, so I want you to rape that girl
. As for the second girl, she was just unlucky, what a pity! So beautiful." My right hand spoke as
it grabbed and kneaded Sakura's breasts on her corpse.
I gradually understood something. I had lost my right hand; my right hand had cruelly killed two beautiful
young women. The image of the girl who had been raped and murdered years ago flashed through my mind—
the deep wound from her breast all the way to her heart. Was that also my doing?
I still have my left hand.
"I also cleaned up the scene of the two girls' deaths so flawlessly, and I
carried their bodies home for you..." My right hand continued its rambling, forgetting that I still had my left hand.
I suddenly grabbed my right hand, which was pressed against Sakura's breast, with my left hand and
slammed it against the exposed blade of the scalpel inserted into Sakura's heart.
Caught off guard, my right hand was sliced nearly halfway open by the sharp scalpel, trembling in agony.
There was no blood, no flesh, not even bone in the cut. Only a black, spongy tissue. This was no longer a
human hand.
As I stared in disbelief, my injured right hand pulled the scalpel from Sakura's heart and
plunged it into my left rib. It wielded the knife skillfully, just as it had killed Yin and Sakura; the tip pierced
my heart with deadly precision.
A sharp pain and numbness rapidly spread from my heart throughout my body, and I collapsed helplessly to the sky.
With its last strength, my right hand pulled the scalpel from my heart, and it too limply hung down,
a black liquid seeping from the cut, mixing with the gushing blood from my rib. I'm dying, and this
sinful right hand is dying too. I peacefully close my eyes.
"Fusion is immortality..." The strange voice uttered these words in my fading consciousness before
disappearing.
I didn't have time to ponder their meaning before my consciousness began to blur...
(Chapter Three) The True Demon
Darkness... darkness... there seems to be a glimmer of light at the end of the darkness?
Light... I think I'm dreaming.
My consciousness gradually clears.
But I can't move.
This is a strange body, and I don't know how to move.
It took me several hours to finally understand that this strange body uses the contraction of protein fiber bundles to
generate the force of movement.
I successfully moved the fingers of my left hand... Wait! Why did I call that moving thing "my
hand"? What is a hand? ... My consciousness is becoming chaotic... What am I? Who am I? I am
an excellent surgeon.
No! I am K-Star Convergence 9! What is Convergence 9? Is... what am I?
Three days later.
Operating room.
"Dr. Long! You haven't eaten all day. You won't be able to keep going," my assistant nurse,
Xiaoxue, whispered worriedly.
"Don't you understand that this kind of surgery has to be done in one go?" I replied simply.
Six hours later, the surgery was finally over. I pretended to be exhausted and rested in my office. Just to avoid
arousing suspicion from my colleagues.
I had already answered the question I asked three days ago. Of course, I knew what I was. I wasn't
one of those lowly Earth creatures that called themselves "humans," nor was I a vile K-planet aggregate parasite. I was—their
fusion.
Although I looked no different from those things called "humans," the K-planet aggregate life had completely
optimized the DNA structure of Earth life, so… I gripped a Russian-made scalpel on the table and effortlessly
crumpled it into a small lump of scrap metal in my palm.
I was the most powerful life form on this planet.
After resting for a while, it was already one in the morning. I went downstairs to my car. It was raining outside
, and the road ahead was blurry. I opened the car door to get in when suddenly a slender, fair hand stopped me.
"Excuse me, it's so late and it's raining so hard. Could you please give me a ride?" The sweet
, familiar voice belonged to my assistant, Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue had just graduated from medical school and was very young, probably only nineteen
. She had short, neat hair and a pretty face; even in our hospital, where beauties abound, she
was undoubtedly a striking young woman. She had changed out of her nurse's uniform and was wearing a short-sleeved white
t-shirt, which clung tightly to her body after being soaked by the rain, appearing semi-transparent. Her bra was faintly visible,
and the two small nipples in the center of the cups were clearly protruding, forming an extremely alluring curve. Her lower body was covered in a short skirt,
and the dampness made the inner thighs of her fair skin clearly visible. The faint outline of her light blue underwear was also visible.
"Oh...come on in!" "Thank you! Could you please take me to my dorm?" Xue
sat down in the seat next to me.
"No problem...please help!" Xue leaned over and smiled sweetly at me: "Luckily, you're willing to take
me home!" The girl's neckline was directly in my line of sight, and I could see half of her
snow-white mound through the gap between her cleavage and bra. My thoughts immediately became chaotic, my breathing became rapid, and I swerved the steering wheel sharply, the car
made a sharp right turn on the street and came to a stop. The girl was immediately pulled down onto me by inertia.
This was the first time I had been so close to a real human girl since we merged. It seemed that the girl had a
different scent, so fragrant, so alluring. (Was it the scent of a human virgin?) My lower body involuntarily became erect
.
The snowflakes covering me sensed something was wrong; my erection was pressing right against the center of her beautiful breasts. She
sat up, looking at me anxiously, and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing!" I gave a strange smile.
But a wicked and terrifying thought had already risen in my mind.
Xue couldn't help but shiver. "You..." I didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed Xue's shoulders and slammed her down
onto the seat.
The girl screamed, her long, beautiful legs kicking and twisting desperately, but my strength was now
a hundred times that of an ordinary person, how could a weak girl resist? I effortlessly straddled her soft,
flat stomach, gripped her hands tightly, and pressed her to one side with my left hand, making it impossible for her to break free. I
forcefully ripped off her t-shirt with my right hand, revealing a white lace bra.
My right hand reached into the gap between the bra and her cleavage, tightly grasping one of her breasts. The warm,
soft, and elastic feeling was like a huge suction force, holding my hand tightly to her tender breast
.
"No... don't do this!" Xue's scream turned into a plea.
My right hand grabbed the center of the girl's bra and pulled it down forcefully, and Xue's beautiful, full breasts
slid out. Two red dots on the snow-white hill looked like perfectly ripe cherries. I bent down and gently took
her left breast into my mouth.
"Ah...no...don't!" Tears welled up in Xue's eyes.
I ignored her and slowly drew circles around her areola with the tip of my tongue, one circle, two circles...
while my right hand vigorously rubbed her right breast. I could clearly feel the nipple in the center of the areola rapidly erect
, the tip touching my teeth.
Xue's hands and feet were still struggling, but only weakly. I sucked on her nipple, as if
draining the girl's energy, and Xue's struggles became increasingly feeble.
I released my left hand from her hands and slid down to her lower body, removing her torn skirt. Xue realized
my intention and tightly gripped her already half-wet panties, trying to hold onto the last line of defense of the young girl. But
she was wrong. I didn't take off her panties; instead, I took advantage of her strength, grabbed
the sides of her light blue panties, and pulled them upwards even harder.
"Ah...ah..." The sudden pleasure made Xue moan, unable to speak clearly.
The girl's fine, soft pubic hair and pink vulva peeked out from the crotch of her panties, the stretched
panties digging deep into her slightly protruding vulva, her pink labia tightly gripping the light blue fabric .
Xue's whole body trembled as if electrified, a tingling sensation washing over her, leaving her powerless.
The panties, already soaked with Xue's secretions, were now semi-transparent, revealing the pink organs inside the girl's genitals
clearly.
"Ah...ah..." Xue moaned loudly.
My hands didn't stop; I gripped her panties tightly, rubbing back and forth against
the depths of Xue's vulva. The girl's clear secretions had gathered into a small river,
slowly flowing from her vagina. She couldn't take it anymore; her snow-white legs kicked restlessly, and her hips began
to twist wildly from side to side.
"No...don't...ah...ah..." Xue's whole body began to writhe, but she couldn't shake off the itching discomfort
and desire. Her moans grew louder, her small hands unconsciously clawing; without support, she couldn't bear it.
"Ah...ah..." A thicker stream of secretions gushed from her vagina, and Xue's body
stiffened, convulsing as she released her first orgasm.
Xue collapsed, powerless. I finally stopped, parted her fair thighs, and gently pried
open her labia. A thick blue thread was wedged between her labia minora—it was her
underwear, which I had stretched out of shape. I removed it, revealing the girl's engorged clitoris and pink hymen.
I sat up, took off my pants, and aimed my glans at the crevice between Xue's legs, slowly inserting
it. Because it was already covered in her sticky, slippery secretions, I easily slid the glans inside.
Xue gasped, thinking I was about to enter gently, but I thrust hard, inserting my entire thick penis
, piercing the girl's hymen and going all the way in.
"Ah~!" Xue screamed in pain, the unexpected, sudden pain bringing tears to her eyes.
A wave of pleasure surged from the tip of my penis, a wonderful feeling. My penis also became hot. I pulled out halfway,
then thrust in again forcefully, in and out, in and out, my penis already stained with the girl's first blood.
The more I thrust, the more excited I became, and Xue's body involuntarily swayed up and down with each thrust.
"Ah...ah...um...um...ah..." My speed increased, and Xue's moans gradually grew louder
.
"Ah!" Xue reached her peak again, and hot vaginal fluid gushed out of the girl's uterus like a tidal wave. I
felt a heat in my glans, my whole body trembled, and I couldn't help but ejaculate into the girl's uterus.
But she wouldn't get pregnant, never.
Because a murderous intent flashed in my eyes during my orgasm.
I clenched my right fist and slowly raised it.
I wouldn't let her live.
"Thump!" My right fist suddenly struck hard between Xue's bare breasts.
The midpoint of the line connecting the two nipples of a young woman is a vital acupoint directly opposite the heart—Tanzhong. The protruding knuckle of my right fist
struck this crucial point deep in the girl's cleavage with force.
The force of this punch was enough to shatter a thick brick.
"Ah!..." Xue only had time to let out a short scream, and at the same time,
the "crack" of her sternum breaking could be heard.
The enormous force shattered the girl's sternum, and also
shattered her heart and other internal organs behind it.
Still immersed in the climax, the girl didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before blood mixed with fragments of internal organs
overflowed her throat and spilled from her mouth.
The girl opened her beautiful eyes wide in disbelief, her bare legs twitching and
straightening with difficulty before finally trembling and collapsing limply.
My penis, however, remained firmly inserted into Xue's vagina, feeling
the painful spasms deep within her body as her soul ascended to heaven, like the spasms of orgasm.
The bloodthirsty nature of the K-planet lifeforms has turned me into a true demon.
I looked up at Xue, who had already died, her cheeks still flushed with the redness of orgasm, her virgin blood
staining her snow-white inner thighs. I sighed and gently closed her lifeless
eyes. Just as I was about to push her out of the car, it suddenly occurred to me… Hmm… If the police find the body, they will file a murder case, and
as Xue's colleague, I will definitely be implicated.
How can I dispose of the girl's body without leaving a trace? There are still Ying and Yin's bodies frozen at home 　　 ! 　　 What
should
I do with them?
(To be continued)
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