The night watchman at the funeral home

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This is a novel I've kept for a long time. I found it by accident while looking for something on my computer today, hoho~ I
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The Night Watchman at the Funeral Home 1
Chapter 1: Newcomer Reporting for Duty My first love My name is Chen Yu, I'm twenty-seven years old, still single. I used to be
a security guard at a small factory, but six months ago, I got drunk one night and the factory was burgled, resulting in my dismissal .
I haven't been able to find work since then until one day last month when an acquaintance said he could introduce me to a job as a night
watchman. He said there wasn't much to do; after locking the gate at night, I could do whatever I wanted
, drink whenever I wanted, and I didn't even have to patrol. The pay was better than other places, a perfect deal! I
asked, puzzled, "Wow, that's great! Where is it?" My acquaintance replied, "The name of the place isn't very nice though
... a funeral home morgue." My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Isn't that a crematorium where dead people are kept?" My acquaintance
said, "Who cares? You can sleep whenever you want, eat whenever you want, drink whenever you want once the doors are closed. Isn't that just
lying around making money? The pay is double what you'd get elsewhere! Where else can you find that?" I thought that the conditions were quite suitable
for me, so I readily agreed. "Sigh! This must be fate, fate that put you in this
job. If I had known I'd have this kind of good fortune, I would have done it even without pay!"
The next afternoon, I reported to the duty room of a funeral home morgue. Old Ge, who was going back to his hometown, explained
the layout of the morgue building to me. The building was a three-story structure, with two rooms on each floor. The ground
floor was for the duty staff, while the second and third floors were for storing corpses. The east and west rooms were for male and female corpses, managed separately. The second floor
held corpses with normal death certificates, not suspected of murder. The third floor held corpses of those who died violently. What
is a violent death? It's a corpse that died mysteriously and was abandoned without being claimed. The police kept them there to solve cases... that
kind of thing. That night, around nine o'clock, I finished drinking a little over three ounces of yellow wine from a takeout order. Just as I lay down and was drifting off to sleep
, I heard what sounded like "clang... clang... clang..." coming from upstairs. It was quite loud! There
was an echo. My heart pounded. Then, listening more closely, I realized the sound was coming from the second floor. Good
heavens! The upper floors are full of dead bodies; how could there be any movement? Could it be a vengeful spirit rising from the dead?!
I'd only been here a short while that afternoon when a girl who had just died was brought in. She seemed to be a college
student; she'd been hit by a car while crossing the street, her ribs broken. So pitiful… The makeup artist wouldn't be able to come until the next day for touch-
ups because the case wasn't closed, the driver hadn't been sentenced, so the body wasn't being cremated immediately and was just sitting on
the second floor. That clanging sound… I figured it was coming from the direction of the room where the girl's body was. I
wondered, could it be that the girl had survived her serious injuries and come back to life? Or could it be that she resented
being hit by a car so young and had risen from the dead?! So, emboldened by the alcohol, I got dressed and decided to go upstairs to see what was going on
. After I went up to the second floor, I turned on the hallway light and looked around. I
breathed a sigh of relief; it
turned out to be the room where the girl's body was kept. The window facing the hallway was open, and the wind was blowing harder tonight, making the window rattle loudly. I closed the window and was about to go downstairs when I thought again that since I was already on the second floor, I might as well look around and avoid
scaring myself with any sudden noises later. So I first went to 　　the room on the east side where the male corpse was kept, opened the door, and turned on the light .
I checked the room and found nothing unusual; the corpses were lying quietly there, and the window near the corridor was tightly closed. I turned off the light and closed the door. Then I went to the room on the west side where the female corpse was kept. I pushed open the door 　　to the room with the female corpse, turned on the light, and looked 　　around. Like the room on the east side, the room only had one window near the corridor. There were only two corpses in the center of the room, making it seem empty. Combined with the strong 　　smell of disinfectant, it felt particularly eerie and cold. According to the information on the name tag on the toes of the corpses, which was sticking out from under the shroud: the first 　　corpse's name was Wang Yanmei, height 1.63 meters, age at death 28, cause of death cancer. Judging from the dust on the white sheet covering the corpses, they 　　had probably been there for over a week. I thought to myself, "They're just skin and bones, 　　nothing to see. I won't look!" So I didn't remove the shroud. The second body was named Bai Xiaoyun, 　　1.71 meters tall, 20 years old, and died in a car accident. Wasn't this 　　the girl who was brought in shortly after I reported for duty this afternoon? Oh well, the reason I came to the second floor was because she was the one I was looking at. I lifted 　　the white sheet covering the body and looked at the girl's face. She had well-proportioned features, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes like curtains, and her eyes 　　were slightly open, lifeless. Her pale, slightly chapped lips were slightly parted, with congealed blood still clinging to the corners. 　　Her expression was blank and slightly terrified, as if telling of her regret and resentment at the moment of death. Her long, disheveled hair 　　was draped over her shoulders; from her appearance alone, one could tell she was a beauty. She was wearing a pink 　　short-sleeved t-shirt with black stripes, near her chest and abdomen, with a tear and a lot of bloodstains. Her arms had several abrasions and a 　　large gash that vaguely revealed bone. She wore dark blue jeans without a belt, but with many tears 　　. Through the tears, one could see several minor abrasions and gashes on her thighs. Suddenly, 　　a very strange thought popped into my head: I was still single, and had never experienced 　　the pleasure of sex with a woman. Why not have sex with this 1.70-meter-tall, 20-year-old woman with a pretty face, 　　long flowing hair, high breasts, and a beautifully curved lower body… a truly beautiful corpse, 　　and experience that pleasure? Anyway, the girl's corpse wouldn't report me for rape, so why not do it 　　? 　　Thinking of this, I simply sat on the mortuary bed and gently helped her sit up, letting her lean against me in a reclining position. 　　I smelled the fragrance of her hair, so sweet and refreshing. I thought, "Girls' hair always smells so good. 　　She must have just washed her hair before leaving today; this must be the last time she took care of it." Then, I 　　gently lifted the bottom corners of her t-shirt with both hands and raised her arms upwards.

Fortunately, rigor mortis hadn't fully formed, allowing the t-shirt to slide smoothly down her raised arms
, revealing her full breasts and her alabaster-white back stained with a few bloodstains. She wore a milky
-white lace bra, half of which was reddened by congealed blood and
slightly displaced from its original position due to the impact. I first unhooked the back of her bra, then alternately lifted
the bra straps on her left and right shoulders to make them slide down her arms, finally managing to completely unhook it. The deceased
's breasts were well-developed, with grape-colored nipples and pink areolas; the entire breast was hemispherical
and stood upright, full and lustrous. The only flaw was that the lower part of the left breast was
bruised and purple from the car accident, and the most serious tear, although scabbed over, still revealed
the yellowish-brown fat layer and dark red muscle layer inside. Furthermore, due to the broken ribs, the wound and surrounding area were slightly
sunken inwards, making the left breast appear slightly flattened – a real pity. Then, as my
hand reached to unzip the female corpse's jeans, a startled thought caused me to accidentally press my entire palm against them. Through the jeans,
I felt the still-soft, not-yet-rigid, lower abdomen. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I immediately wondered
what the girl would think if a man had pressed his hand against that area; would she blush with embarrassment or
slap him in anger? But in an instant, I stopped this thought, removed my hand, and
, regaining my composure, used two fingers to pinch the zipper pull and pulled it down from top to bottom. After unzipping
the dark blue jeans, I first slightly lifted the female corpse's buttocks, pulling the jeans down to her thighs. Then,
I laid the corpse down flat and ran to her slender feet, lifting her long, beautiful legs to pull
the jeans off, still hanging at her thighs. Through the process of removing the jeans,
I could feel that the female corpse's buttocks were very round and full. After the jeans were removed, the corpse was naked,
only wearing a pair of thongs with the same pattern as a bra, covering the girl's most private parts. Her thighs
were long, white, and elastic. Although there were a few purplish abrasions and cracks from being thrown around,
they still couldn't hide her beauty. I couldn't help but part the corpse's legs and gently caress
the inside of her thighs, because this area is close to a girl's genitals, and a conscious girl would be very sensitive to this.
But she would never experience that pleasure again. I stopped caressing her, used my index and middle fingers to hold
the edge of the girl's panties, and lifted her buttocks slightly. I pulled down the last bit of covering from her thighs
, revealing her most private parts. I removed the body tag from her toes and placed it
on the mortuary.
I picked up all the clothes the corpse had removed and smelled them. They carried a
mixture of perfume stains, sweat stains, and urine stains accumulated over the years—a scent almost as strong as her hair
. Then I placed the clothes on the floor near the mortuary. The corpse had a beautiful
face, long, black, flowing hair, full, firm breasts, a slender waist, rounded hips, long , beautiful legs, and delicate, fragrant feet. With such a captivating figure, I dared to imagine 　　how many girls would enviously look at her
if she were still alive , and how many boys would dream of her. 　　I gently grasped the girl's intact, exquisite breast; it was icy cold, yet incredibly elastic. 　　An indescribable excitement welled up within me, and my crotch slowly bulged. I used my index finger and thumb to 　　gently pull and twist the corpse's nipple, or to rub it with my palm. Then, with the tip of my warm tongue, 　　I licked around the pink areola, gradually moving towards the center. At the center of that areola was the pink nipple. I flicked it 　　a couple of times with the tip of my tongue, and the nipple trembled up and down with the breast, a trembling that was utterly intoxicating. I took the pink nipple 　　into my mouth and sucked on it, my mouth immediately filling with a milky aroma. I kept sucking, unwilling to leave 　　. Because of the wound on the lower left breast from the car accident, my tongue could only skip the left breast 　　and related areas, directly swimming to the corpse's smooth, white abdomen. I first touched the recessed 　　navel with the tip of my tongue, then continued kissing downwards, deliberately skipping the most private part of the girl's body, 　　saving that for last. My mouth kissed along the corpse's long, smooth legs to her feet, then 　　back down her calves to the end of her thighs. My hands were not to be outdone, reaching under the girl's buttocks. 　　Her buttocks were very full and perky, jiggling with each squeeze 　　. After wandering around, I finally returned to the girl's mysterious place. It seemed her genitals were well-developed; 　　her pubic area was covered with thick, black pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle shape typical of adult women, extending all the way to 　　her anus. I touched her pubic hair; it was fluffy and soft. Her pubic hair was 　　neatly combed in one direction, and the length was trimmed to a suitable length, indicating she 　　had taken good care of her genitals before her death. Two delicate labia minora timidly pressed together, forming a deep valley 　　. I parted the corpse's legs and, with my thumbs, slowly pulled the labia apart 　　, like splitting open a ripe peach. The girl's most tender and alluring private parts bloomed like a flower, 　　revealing a whole patch of pinkish-white flesh. In the lower center of the labia was a mysterious and beautiful small 　　opening, which gradually enlarged as the labia opened—this was the entrance to the girl's vagina. 　　A thin, reddish membrane surrounding the vaginal opening was the hymen, unique to girls who had never had sex. I had only 　　ever seen descriptions of this in books; seeing it in person was truly wonderful. 　　My heart was pounding, and my penis, already throbbing from the tightness of my pants, throbbed painfully. I quickly 　　pulled off my t-shirt and pants; my penis was already erect. I sat down on the corpse 　　's slender feet, spreading her legs as wide as possible and draping them over my thighs. My right hand gripped my penis, and my left 　　hand parted her labia. I thought to myself, "She probably never imagined she'd be hit by a car and die like this."

I never even dreamed that I would be stripped naked and made to have sex by a grown man after I died. I'm sorry, if you
know this in the afterlife, please forgive my recklessness." After thinking this, I straightened my penis and tried to push it in... but because the female corpse had been dead
for several hours and rigor mortis had gradually formed, my thighs were a little stiff, the muscles around the vulva were loose, and the
vulva and vaginal opening were dry. I couldn't insert it into the vaginal opening after several attempts, and I even made my penis
hurt. Left with no other choice, I lifted the woman's thighs over my shoulders, positioning her vulva
close to my mouth. Then, I moved my tongue closer, prying open her delicate petals and inserting it
inside. First, I licked the two pink labia, then gently held them in my mouth, our lips meeting in a
kissing motion, sucking and nibbling. My tongue, like a nimble little snake, moved between her lips,
darting towards the entrance of her vagina, swirling and churning between the tightly pressed flesh walls, savoring
the salty, slightly fishy-smelling female fluids still lingering on the corpse's genitals. I then used my own saliva to moisten that untouched sacred place. When my lips left the delicate petals, a 　　long, thin strand of mucus
remained connecting my tongue and the vulva .
I still lowered the female corpse's legs from my shoulders and draped them over my thighs.
This time, after parting the corpse's labia with my hands, I first rubbed the head of my penis against the vaginal opening a few times. Thanks to
the lubrication from the saliva, it easily penetrated the vaginal opening this time, and with a "plop," it passed through the girl
's last line of defense. This was the most precious thing on the girl's body when she was alive, but
what meaning did this thin membrane have for a corpse? After passing through here, the entire penis was officially inside the vagina.
Since she had been dead for several hours, the vaginal walls of the corpse were no longer warm and had become
icy cold. However, a trace of warmth that the body should have originally possessed remained in the icy coldness, but this trace
of warmth had become very faint and almost imperceptible. This cool yet comfortable feeling
spread throughout my body from my penis up to my body. I almost ejaculated because of this, but I could only endure the extreme stimulation in my lower body and keep my penis
motionless inside the corpse's vagina. After enjoying the cool yet pleasant sensation of the vaginal walls, I
began to slowly move my lower body. Because I was having sex with a corpse, the vaginal sphincter muscles were relaxed, preventing them from
clamping the penis at the vaginal opening. Therefore, moving inside the vagina was not difficult. These muscles only contract
when a living woman is being sexually intercourse and under conscious control, thus
creating this clamping effect on the penis at the vaginal opening. Each time I moved inside the vagina, a "gurgling" sound was produced.
This "gurgling" sound was actually the sound of the penis squeezing out any remaining air inside the vagina as it rubbed against the vaginal walls
. My thrusting became faster and faster, the "gurgling" sounds growing
more frequent. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating two bodies—a man holding a woman
's legs, his penis rhythmically thrusting in and
out of her vagina. The woman's hair flowed freely, her breasts heaving with each thrust—what a beautiful erotic
scene! But who knew that this was all happening in the morgue, and that the woman was actually a
deceased person brought in? Finally, after more than a hundred thrusts, I felt a tingling, numbing contraction in my glans, and a thick, hot stream
of semen shot deep into the girl's corpse's vagina. After ejaculating, I pulled my limp penis out of the female corpse's vagina
. I jumped off the morgue and first dressed myself. Then, I found a relatively clean
shroud and cleaned the saliva and filth I had left on the corpse's body. I didn't want
anyone coming to do my makeup and cosmetic surgery tomorrow to find out what I had done. Then, I picked up all the female corpse's clothes from near the morgue
and dressed her again. I also picked up the body tag from the morgue and put it back on her toes. Finally
, I covered her with the shroud and gave her a deep kiss on her pale, cold lips. Goodbye, my sleeping beauty.
I'll come back for a date with you tomorrow.
Chapter Two: A Romantic Encounter with My Girlfriend My name is Chen Yu, I'm twenty-seven years old, and my occupation is a
night shift worker in the morgue of a funeral home. You haven't forgotten the story from last time, have you? Let's continue this time, hehe. After my first time
having sex with a woman (who was already dead), I couldn't stop myself
. I went to "date" her almost every night afterward. Of course, her figure was different from when I first met her (she had been made
beautiful, thanks to the makeup artist's skills). If the first time I had sex with her was a sudden impulse and pity,
then every subsequent date was out of genuine affection (every time I saw her lying there quietly, wearing light makeup and
her favorite outfit given to her by relatives, even though I knew she was dead, I always thought she was just taking
a nap because she was tired and might wake up at any time. This might have been my first love). It wasn't until a week later, when the case
was closed, the driver who caused the accident was found fully responsible, that the family informed our facility that a memorial service would be held the next day, followed by cremation
. Of course, that night I had one last proper "date" with her... but this time the only difference
was that instead of carefully wiping away the semen that had splattered on her genitals, I used a whole wad of cotton wool soaked in medicine
to tightly plug the little hole that I had loved countless times, sealing my hot semen forever inside her body
, so that it could be consumed by the flames of the crematorium along with her. This was my special way of leaving her a memento.
After that, about a month passed in a peaceful but boringly ordinary life.
Although it's early April, it's still quite cold. It was almost 6 a.m. when I was about to go home when Tao,
the guy responsible for transporting corpses, suddenly shouted, "Xiao Chen, thank goodness you're still here, otherwise
I would have had to do this job. This is a body from the Public Security Bureau with an unknown cause of death. Apparently, it's
the victim of a murder that happened late last night—no, I should say early this morning—in the teachers' dormitory, Unit 2, 6th floor, Haifeng Elementary School, xx District
. Police and forensic doctors from the xx District Public Security Bureau arrived and conducted a preliminary investigation, then temporarily placed the body here
for further processing. The moving is your job. Oh, and tomorrow a forensic doctor from the Public Security Bureau will be conducting a detailed
forensic examination. I have something to do, so I'm leaving now." Then he disappeared in a flash. I cursed under my breath...
"If someone did this for me, I'd run faster than a rabbit!" He was wondering
what kind of creature had been brought in this time. Judging from the outline, it seemed to be a woman—old or young, beautiful or ugly—and he prayed it
wasn't the rotting, bloated kind. A while ago, he'd moved a rotting, bloated drowning corpse, and it disgusted him for days…
Finally
, with all his might, he pushed and dragged the cart to the third-floor room where the violently deceased were kept.
He found an empty morgue to move the body up. As he lifted the white sheet covering the body on the cart to
move it to the morgue next door, his eyes lit up: the
body the police had brought in, the one with the unknown cause of death, was that of a young, beautiful woman. Lying peacefully on the cart, her face was normal, and her entire
face was radiant. This didn't look like a dead person at all; it was clearly a princess having a sweet dream, fast asleep!
The female corpse's long, black, shoulder-length hair slowly spread across her head. Her
once incredibly beautiful eyes were slightly closed on her pale face, her delicate features lightly powdered, and
her luscious lips parted slightly. She wore only a semi-transparent pink nightgown, her breasts bare without a bra, and
white thong underwear. "Ah, so beautiful!" I exclaimed sincerely. "Oh,
my beauty, it's such a waste to just wait to be dissected and burned. Why not... and then, and then...
hehehehe..." With that, I bent down and began removing the pink nightgown, then with unimaginable speed
stripped her naked, laying her sprawled on the morgue next to the trolley. The corpse was about
1.68 meters tall. Although her limbs were cold, her torso still felt noticeably warm to the touch.
Her full, round breasts stood erect like two small hills. I reached out and pinched the tender mounds, my tongue
slowly sucking on the beautiful nipples. Then, my hands slid down the gentle slope, quickly
arriving at a dense forest: "Hehe, such smooth pubic hair, so soft and curly, truly a rare
treasure!" A patch of standard, inverted triangular pubic hair grew on the female corpse's fair mons pubis, which I was
scratching with great relish. "Hmm," my hand had somehow moved to the woman's long, slender thighs.
The fair skin on her thighs, bathed in the dawn sunlight streaming through the skylight, radiated a mesmerizing soft glow. I was no longer
able to control myself; my manhood was now restless and eager. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and pulled out
my exceptionally erect penis, saying, "Beauty, here I come!" With that, I climbed onto the corpse bed, parted the woman's two
long, beautiful thighs, and a delicate, alluring vulva appeared before my eyes: two
beautiful labia tightly pressed together beneath thick pubic hair, radiating an alluring color, with only a provocative
slit slightly open between them. I reached out and pried open the labia, and the unfathomable, pink vagina immediately opened wide
. I then tightly gripped my already sparkling penis and smoothly inserted it into the woman's vagina with a "plop,"
and then began to thrust wildly. The female corpse suddenly began to move back and forth on the mortuary bed under my intense assault
. While thrusting, I also fondled her ample breasts and soft, warm
abdomen with my hands. At the same time, I thought, "Heh heh, damn it, I'm really lucky to have
such a beautiful woman! Especially her vagina, even without a hymen, she might have had previous sexual experience,
but it's still so tight, so warm and slippery. Good!" This
was different from the vagina of Bai Xiaoyun, the girl who died in a car accident: "The former was dry and cold, the latter juicy and warm." *Gurgle,
gurgle*, I increased the force of my thrusts. The more I fucked, the more excited I became, the more addicted I felt, the more I lost myself.
I gradually forgot that the person I was having sex with was a corpse, but a vibrant beauty: "Beauty,
my beauty, hurry, move faster, I'm going to cum, hurry, hurry!" "Move, move faster, I'm going to cum!" I
was extremely excited, so I changed positions, holding the female corpse tightly with one hand and cradling her head with the other, kissing her frantically
. My thick lips forcefully forced open her fragrant, luscious lips, pushing aside her white teeth, and my long tongue plunged
into her still-warm mouth, sucking wantonly. As I lifted the female corpse, her arms hung naturally down her torso
, her naked, soft, and not-yet-stiff body swaying slightly with each of my thrusts. The glans on her neck
also swayed up and down, her beautiful hair dancing and swaying with the movement of the glans. No one knew that in the morgue,
another scene of a living man and a dead woman making love was unfolding.
"Sizzle—" Because I hadn't done this kind of thing in a long time, my movements were a bit too vigorous, causing
a foul-smelling substance to spurt from the female corpse's anus onto the floor next to the mortuary bed, choking me and making me dizzy, forcing me to hold my breath.
Thinking to myself, "Damn, she actually got diarrhea from all that fucking. Luckily, I changed positions and directions, or she would have pooped all over me
."
Before I could even come to my senses, the female corpse I was relentlessly pounding suddenly let out a soft "Hmm—"
and then moaned, "Hmm,—, Hmm,—, Hmm—!" I was completely taken aback. "
Ah, what?—" At the same time, my penis inexplicably stopped thrusting, and I stared blankly at the naked
corpse that was slightly twisting its waist. Instinctively, I released my grip on the female corpse, who immediately collapsed heavily onto the mortuary
bed. At the same time, I screamed, "Ah—!" and fell headfirst onto the hard concrete floor, thinking
, "Oh no, she's come back to life! I've brought the dead back to life!" "Ouch, it hurts! It hurts so much!" the female corpse
groaned in pain, placing her hands behind her head. She slowly sat up, staring at
me with astonished eyes. "Spare me, spare me, spare me!" I pleaded desperately, clutching my head and sticking out my buttocks. "
Hmm,"
the female corpse continued to groan in pain, asking, "What, what, what happened?" "Spare me, spare me!
..."
"..." The female corpse looked down at her naked body, then glanced around and said, "Hmm?
Where am I?" "Auntie, young lady, it's all my fault for acting impulsively. It's my fault, please forgive me
!"
The female corpse noticed her lower body was wet and slippery. Reaching down to touch it, she immediately understood everything, and her beautiful face flushed with rage.
I jumped off the mortuary bed: "You shameless bastard!!" Feeling guilty, I didn't flinch, and
five bright red marks immediately appeared on my face… "Auntie, young lady, since it's already happened, and I've hit you
enough, please calm down and forgive me!" She was silent for a moment before continuing, "My name is He Yun. I remember last
night, I was half asleep when I felt someone break in. I was about to get up and call the police, but he discovered me
and then covered my face with a pillow. Then everything went black and I lost consciousness… Where am I?
How did I get here?" Seeing that she seemed calmer and less angry, I told her, "This is
the morgue. You were brought here because you're dead. If I hadn't tormented you just now,
you wouldn't have woken up and come back to life. Tomorrow, a forensic doctor will come to autopsy you. By then, even a miracle
worker can't save you!" After I finished speaking, she remained silent for a long time… She said, "
Could we talk somewhere else? It's creepy and scary here." I continued, "Sure, the first floor is where I
work my night shift and rest area. Let's talk there." "Oh, right, here are your underwear and pajamas."
I picked up the white underwear and pink pajamas I had thrown in the corner and handed them to her. "You can't stay
naked all the time." She looked down at herself, blushing, and said, "Okay." "Let's go downstairs. You go to the duty
room to wash up and get dressed. I'll call the police and tell them you're alive. That
kind of news is more helpful for solving the case."... Not long after, a policeman came and asked me how I
discovered she had come back to life. "I basically gave a fabricated account of the discovery (I didn't want to
go to jail for doing this)." She didn't say anything. "After all, girls are more concerned about their image. Saying that
wouldn't do her any good." Then the policeman asked her for more details about the night of the incident. Finally, a police car took
her back to her school dormitory. She stayed with me in her pajamas... Before leaving, as one of the policemen went out to start the car
, she gave me her dormitory phone number, and I gave her this phone number.
Through this incident, I unexpectedly benefited. After a week of constant phone calls, we gradually became attracted to each other and
fell into the river of love...
The Night Watchman of the Funeral Home 3
Chapter 3: The Miracle Under the Bridge My name is Chen Yu, I am twenty-seven years old, and my occupation is the
night watchman of the morgue at a funeral home. This story will take place in the rural suburbs from my funeral home. You might ask,
how did it take place in the rural suburbs? Well, my last girlfriend, Teacher He Yun, was
assigned by her school to teach for a year in a remote primary school they were supporting. So, I took advantage of
the free time when the funeral home was installing an elevator and renovating the floors to go to the area where she was teaching to see her. Before going, I went to the department
store and bought some gifts for her (hmmmmmmm, how could I not buy some gifts and clothes to please He Yun?). Then I packed
my bags (I also brought a lot of weapons for self-defense, just in case) and set off for our destination. After
a day of bumpy car travel, I finally arrived at the county long-distance bus station not far from my destination before dusk. As soon as I got off the bus,
I asked around and set off for the town where He Yun's school was located. Not long after I started walking
, I suddenly needed to pee. Coincidentally, there was a large bridge spanning in front of me. Cars flowed continuously on the bridge,
and below the bridge was a small river with a not-so-fast current. In fact, the river was not only not fast, but also very small, and the water
was not very clear. This was a perfect place to relieve myself. 7lhc $-0"o I stumbled down the slope beside the bridge
, completely ignoring the bushes and weeds under my feet. I was really desperate to pee; my bladder, which had been flailing along, was probably
about to burst like a balloon inflated by a child. You can't just pee on the street. You have
to find a secluded spot where no one can see you. I finally stopped at a huge bridge pier. I
peered upwards, hearing only the roar of cars above, but seeing nothing at all. Only
then did I feel safe enough to pull out my "treasure" and let it gush out. The setting sun, shining through the gaps in the pier,
cast a pale yellow light, warmly illuminating my "treasure," giving me a fleeting, throbbing sensation. It had been a long time
since I'd been outdoors for a trip, and a long time since I'd felt the comfort and freedom of the outdoors. After relieving
myself of the water, as I turned to walk back, a miracle occurred. I noticed something
peeking out from a secluded corner not far from the bridge pier, hidden among weeds and low bushes. Although it
was also a pale yellow, it wasn't lifeless like the surrounding withering plants. Instead, it seemed
to emanate a vibrant, fleshy light that pierced my eyes, making my heart pound wildly. Although I felt
uneasy, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and wanted to see what it was, so I slowly approached
it. I clearly and distinctly found a
young girl deep in the grass and bushes. She was obviously a young woman in her prime,
and although she had clearly been dead for a considerable time, it couldn't have been more than 36 hours, as her body hadn't yet begun to decompose. Her yellow skin was
abnormally pale, and judging from my experience, she seemed to be on the verge of being fresh, but overall, her
body still retained some semblance of life. The girl wore a pink sleeveless dress, and her long, dyed blonde hair
fluttered in the gentle breeze by the river. There was a large tear in her dress near the chest, and
fragments of her clothing were scattered around the grass. I thought it might be her… As she fell, her breasts were torn by the surrounding bushes,
revealing a hint of her newly full breasts, as if deliberately displaying her delicate beauty and allure.
A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her dress, and her bright red lace-trimmed panties boldly came into
view.
I felt a surge of heat and walked towards the girl. I approached her, bent down, and
began to examine her from all angles. Although her complexion had turned a dark purple, her appearance, while
average in a big city, was considered top-tier in this small mountain town! Her eyelids were slightly closed,
her eyelashes long, her nose delicate, and her lips, a dark purple-red yet still soft. Then I noticed...
Traces of foamy blood remained at the corners of her mouth. Prying open her lips and teeth revealed
a small amount of dark red bloody fluid inside her mouth, with a faint medicinal smell. Her tongue was behind her white teeth. Closed lips
and teeth, examining her face, I realized she had died peacefully, without much pain.
The skin on the front of her upper limbs was generally pale without lividity, while the back had moderate bright red lividity. There was a sparse amount of
armpit hair. Her lower limbs were also generally pale without lividity, and her pale fingers had nail polish painted a dark red.
Near her limply outstretched left hand, I found an empty bottle. I picked it up and smelled it;
the odor emanating from the bottle was the same type of medicine as the smell in her mouth. It seemed she had drunk what was in this bottle and
died. Then I lifted the hem of her dress and examined her inside.
The bright red lace panties covering the girl's private parts had obvious water stains, as did the inside of her skirt below, indicating she
had lost control of her bladder during her death. The skin on the front and outer thighs was generally pale without lividity, while the skin on the inner and back thighs
had moderate bright red lividity. The skin on the front and outer calves was generally pale without lividity, while the skin on the back of the calves had
weak bright red lividity. There was a small, old, light brown scab about the size of a little finger on her right calf. Xianglian
wore flesh-colored stockings and white sandals on her feet. I thought, while her body was still relatively healthy,
before those soon-to-be-fell white worms could enjoy her, I'd like to have my way with her first. (ps: A few details below
are omitted due to insect damage .)
I lifted the girl's corpse and unzipped the back of her dress, revealing her back.
There were a few bright red lividity marks on the skin around her bra straps and the skin on her shoulders and back where the bra straps were constricting. There
were also moderate bright red lividity marks on the back of her neck. Then, I grabbed the collar and pulled the dress off. The girl's entire back
was now fully exposed to him. Besides the bright red lividity marks in the aforementioned areas, there were also large patches of
bright red lividity marks near her waist. After removing the dress, the naked girl's corpse was left with only a cream-colored lace bra
and a pair of bright red lace panties. Although the cream-colored lace bra was slightly torn, it
tautly outlined her two newly full breasts, creating a sexy and alluring cleavage. The rigor mortis in the joints of the female corpse seemed
to have subsided, so it didn't take much effort to remove her bra. The girl's breasts were bowl-shaped, clearly just
fully developed, with dark reddish-brown nipples.
Her lower abdomen was round and slightly bulging. After death, the body gradually produces putrefactive gases, which can cause swelling if too much accumulates. However, this was only a slight bulge in the abdomen,
barely noticeable unless carefully examined. This indicates that putrefactive gases had already formed within the woman's body, and the flesh was
beginning to decompose from the inside out. Then, using my index and middle fingers to hold the edge of the girl's panties and lift
her buttocks slightly, I removed the panties, which showed signs of incontinence. The girl's private parts were revealed
before my eyes. Her mons pubis had 3cm of black pubic hair inside and out. Her labia majora and minora were dark reddish-brown,
with only a small slit between them. Below the slit were a few pale yellow urine stains, the semi-dried
stains extending to the area near her anus. However, her light brown anus, with its delicate folds, was tightly closed, and
there was no fecal contamination around it, suggesting that the corpse hadn't leaked feces as she had when she died. I leaned down and used two
fingers to pry open her labia to look inside. Hmm, not bad, still a virgin! Okay, before you go feed those white worms,
let me enjoy myself. So I stripped naked, lay down, and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, turning her body over
so she was lying face down on me. I first parted her legs, then guided my penis with my fingers, gently pressing it against
her vaginal opening before pushing it in with a little force. Her vagina was clearly relaxed, but
the tender flesh of the vaginal walls still tightly enveloped my penis. After all, it was your first time being used by a man…
And so I fucked her corpse's vagina for more than ten minutes, and with my whole body trembling, my semen gushed
out, shooting deep into the depths of the girl's vagina, which was being penetrated by a man for the first time…!
I turned her delicate body over, letting her lie face up on the grass beside me.
Once again, I slowly admired her body, which had already been penetrated by a man; the girl's newly erect breasts, her rounded
belly, her slender legs, and her pale skin, glowing with an eerie yellow under the setting sun, were truly a different
kind of beauty. Not long after I finished admiring her, I saw
the semen I had just ejaculated slowly flowing out from between her labia ... After resting for a while, I put on my clothes and picked up
my luggage. Of course, I didn't forget to help her put her clothes back on (after all, after doing this at the funeral home, I always helped
female corpses put their clothes back on, a habit I'd developed). Then I left the riverbank and continued towards
the town where He Yun was. As I left the riverbank, a gentle breeze blew the female corpse's dyed
yellow hair again. The long hair fluttered in the wind by the riverbank, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if telling its owner
something.
The Funeral Home Night Watchman 4
Chapter 4: Adventures in the Town My name is Chen Yu, I am twenty-seven years old, and my occupation is the night watchman of the morgue at a funeral home
. Around eight o'clock at night, I finally arrived at the town where He Yun was. At eight o'clock, the town's streets
were devoid of the daytime hustle and bustle, instead becoming remarkably quiet, broken only by the occasional
bark of a dog in the distance. Perhaps the townspeople, in order to be more energetic for work the next day, typically went to bed early, hence
the town's tranquility. The scattered lights still on in the distance resembled
will-o'-the-wisps in a mountain cemetery. A layer of fog slowly enveloped the town's streets, and looking up,
the moonlight became extremely blurry under the fog. This was a weather sign, foreshadowing a light rain soon
. At the same time, the town, shrouded in this fog, appeared even more eerily silent. "Hmm—uh!"
A faint, chilling sound came from deep within the fog, like a woman's moans muffled by something covering her mouth
. I instinctively stopped, my heart pounding, and cold
sweat beaded on my palms. The fog continued to spread and expand, soaking the bluestone pavement, as if it were the moisture from the fog itself, or perhaps it had suddenly
risen from the ground! "Could it be an illusion?" I listened intently, but it was quiet; there was nothing there. The town...
The silence remained eerily still, just as it had been before. I cautiously moved forward, my vision expanding with each step,
the path behind me disappearing into the fog. The shadowy buildings on either side seemed to bend
and distort under the rising mist, as if about to collapse! "Hmm~! Uh—" A strange sound rang out again, sending
chills down my spine. I could feel something like water trickling down my arms and back, unsure if it was my own sweat or
condensed mist. Accompanying this was a rustling sound, like something grinding, trembling, tearing!
I walked slowly forward, each step a heart-wrenching struggle. This visible haze was
more terrifying, more intimidating than the unseen darkness, yet it felt as if a mysterious force was pushing me forward,
slowly but powerfully.
Following the direction of the sound, I entered a deep, secluded alley. Though filled with mist, it
was much thinner than outside. Moonlight filtered through the light fog, illuminating the gleaming bluestone pavement. Suddenly!
My heart clenched! My eyes widened, and I quickly covered my mouth with one hand. I felt
the food I had eaten that afternoon churning back up into my mouth, sour and bitter, but I dared not vomit, for a horrifying and
terrifying scene was unfolding before my eyes! Deep in the alley, something white stretched out on the ground—the
naked, beautiful legs of a young woman! In the light mist, those legs appeared so white, so full and alluring!
But now, those legs were kicking, convulsing, and writhing desperately like a dying pig! Bright red blood
gushed from her equally naked upper body, flowing down her slender waist, down her thighs, onto the cobblestone pavement, and seeping into
the mud between the pavement and the cracks. A dark shadow was now on top of her, tearing at her, devouring her, chewing
! What was that thing? It was eating a person! Eating a living person! My heart nearly stopped beating. My
hands and feet were cold and numb from the horrific sight. My whole body seemed stiff, frozen in place,
unable to move. "Run! Run!" My heart burned like a pile of wood,
but my body was too numb to obey my thoughts. "No, I can't run away! I have to save her! She's about
to be bitten to death by that thing!" My heart pounded. "Maybe it's just a
wild beast that happened to come down from the nearby mountains in search of food!" I took a deep breath to calm myself, slowly unpacked my backpack
, and pulled out a folding spring knife that I had prepared for self-defense. I held it in my hand, ready to use it to kill
the 'beast'. The dark figure in the distance seemed to sense the danger behind me and suddenly turned around.
Its sharp gaze, like a sword piercing through the fog, instantly pierced my heart. I staggered,
the folding switchblade in my hand falling to the ground, and I almost collapsed from fear. "It's a person! It
's a person!" I trembled as I prepared to retreat from the alley, but the dark figure had vanished into thin air.
Like water dissolving into the sea, darkness dissolving into the night sky. Only a thin mist remained in the alley, now
thicker than before. Although the figure had disappeared, that sharp
gaze, seemingly capable of piercing through all fog and darkness, remained etched in my eyes, sending chills down my spine. That gaze was
not only beastly but also incredibly calm; two contradictory feelings perfectly blended together, cold and filled
with murderous intent. "Hahaha, it must be because I was too tired from walking and dozed off, dreaming. Yes, it's a dream, undoubtedly
a dream!"
I closed my eyes, then opened them again, slapping my head hard, trying to wake myself from this nightmare, but to no
avail. The spot on my head where I hit it still throbbed. My mind gradually calmed down.
Looking around, I could still see the girl's full, firm legs in the alley, but
they were less clear because the fog was thicker than before. But those legs were as white as a human soul. Clearly, the legs had stopped struggling and twisting,
leaving only the quiet street and the quiet fog. At this moment, my mind finally calmed down completely, so I
slowly approached where the girl was.
When I got closer and saw the girl's body, my heart was immediately gripped tightly by something!
It was a perfect body: well-developed breasts, a slender waist, full hips, and a pair of firm, beautiful
legs. Her skin was delicate and smooth, unlike the rough skin of girls born in mountainous or dry areas.
Her short, glossy black hair, though slightly disheveled from the earlier struggle, still retained its vibrant beauty. Her round face,
long eyelashes, and rosy cheeks should have exuded the delicate, graceful charm of a girl from a water town. But now
she looked so grotesque and terrifying: a towel was stuffed in her mouth, her eyes
stared fixedly in one direction like dead fish, one of her left breasts had been bitten off, most likely
eaten or taken away by the shadowy figure. You could even see her bloodied, pale ribs, several
severed blood vessels, some thick, some thin, protruding unevenly, still oozing blood. I crouched down and
checked her nostrils—no breath—and pressed her wrist for a pulse that hadn't moved. I guessed she
had died. I thought to myself, "She looks like she's just a tourist in town.
Her clothes have been stripped off, so I can't tell who she is. Maybe she's just an ordinary tourist, or maybe she's a rich
girl. What a pity, it's all over now. Judging by her age, she should still be a virgin, right? How
lucky I am today! Such good things happening one after another?" Instinctively, my hand reached out again and touched her well-
developed breasts that hadn't been bitten off. They were so soft and warm, so trembling and arousing. My gaze
gradually moved down and lingered on the girl's private parts. On her slightly raised mons pubis grew silky soft
pubic hair. The pubic hair wasn't very thick, and white skin peeked through the hair. Further down, a pink slit
extended thinly to her crotch, and the slightly protruding labia on both sides of the cleft were also a light pink. This is the second time I've
seen the girl's naked corpse today. This time, the incredibly fresh, blood-stained body lay
before me. My fear had gradually subsided, but a surge of guilt and wickedness welled up inside me. My extinguished lust
reignited, and my penis became erect again. "Anyway, I didn't kill her. If I just repay this..."
"It's such a pity... such a shame." This thought grew stronger and stronger, urging my already restless
heart to act. So I placed my travel bag on the ground not far from the girl's naked corpse, took off my clothes and other belongings on the bag,
and then, holding the woman's legs in one hand, began to have sex with her. The girl's vagina was clearly untouched,
very narrow, and as soon as I penetrated her, I immediately encountered an obstacle. That was the girl's
hymen, which had been preserved for many years. With a slight effort, I pierced through it, and at the same time, the corpse flowed out a small
amount of virgin blood, just as it had when it was alive. The glans of my penis, which had just entered the vagina, was immediately tightly wrapped by the tender inner skin of the vaginal walls. The glans of my penis
could even feel the subtle twitching reaction inside the vagina, and the lubricating
mucus that gradually secreted from the vagina moistened my constantly thrusting penis. Perhaps it was because the physiological functions of the body had not completely died after the person had just breathed
their last... The heavy, sinful breathing came from the alley shrouded in thick fog, sounding so frenzied in the night
. Her body, once again consumed by lust, convulsed wildly, tearing apart her beautiful youth.
After a violent spasm, reaching the peak of pleasure, I poured all my scalding semen
deep into her vagina, which could no longer enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking… I finally stopped and pulled my now limp penis out of her vagina.
The relaxation after the second sexual encounter of the day made my consciousness somewhat hazy and lightheaded.
The fog suddenly thinned, turning into a light drizzle, like a whisper, or perhaps a sigh. The rain was cold, and the icy
water brought me back to my senses. Only then did I realize how foolish I had been! If
I were caught red-handed, my semen would surely be found in the woman's corpse, and then the suspicion of murder would fall
on my head! "We have to get out of here quickly, no matter what. If someone finds us, we're in big trouble! But
what about the body? Damn it! He killed someone! Not me! Why did I help him hide the body
?!" I wiped the rain from my face, inwardly regretting, "Damn it, how could I be so stupid!"
The rain falling from the sky created a light mist on the bluestone path, the rain and mist flowing downwards
like the endless stream of souls on the road to the underworld. "What I need to do now is to act like nothing happened
, pack everything up, and leave no evidence." So I walked to a spot not far from the girl's naked body
, picked up my clothes and put them on, then picked up my travel bag. Suppressing my panic and unease, I slowly checked. The bag's zipper
wasn't open; nothing would fall out. Then I checked the pockets of my clothes, the ground, and picked up the switchblade I had just taken out.
Now nothing was missing. "Looks like everything's fine; there shouldn't be anything left at the scene."
I gradually relaxed. "Wait, carelessness often leads to fatal mistakes." He checked again carefully
, thoroughly inspecting the travel bag. There was no bloodstain, nothing was missing, and his
clothes were also free of blood. I seemed certain that "there's definitely no problem." No, there's still one problem!
My expression showed difficulty. After a slight hesitation, I immediately made up my mind, opened the travel bag, pulled out a
small plastic bag, and then bent down, burying my head between the female corpse's thighs and sucking. I then
spat the mixture of my semen, her vaginal fluids, and virgin blood that I had sucked from her genitals into the plastic bag. I
scooped water from a puddle and tried my best to wash the female corpse's genitals. "This way, there won't be any evidence left." A painful smile hung on my
lips as I picked up the plastic bag and travel bag and disappeared into the drizzle.
After arriving at the elementary school, I knocked on He Yun's dormitory door, went into the room, briefly spoke a few words to He Yun, and then went to the school's bathroom. He
Yun assumed I was tired from walking the mountain path and getting soaked in the rain, so she didn't pay much attention or ask any further questions. I went to the school
's bathroom, took off my wet clothes, and took a comfortable shower. While showering, I also
poured the mixture of my semen, her vaginal fluid, and her virgin blood from the plastic bag down the drain. (The town has running water,
and the primary school and its teachers' dormitories, built with support from the big city, have their own bathing facilities and sewage system.)
After showering, I fell into a deep sleep on the bed that He Yun had prepared for me in the room.
The Night Watchman of the Funeral Home 5
Chapter 5: The Return - The Finale My name is Chen Yu, I am twenty-seven years old, and my occupation is
the night watchman of the morgue at a funeral home. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have been living with He Yun for over a month
. Apart from the widely publicized naked corpse case, nothing else has happened in the town. However, the sensational
naked corpse case seems to have fallen into a vicious cycle as time goes by: First,
none of the residents living near the crime scene on the night of the incident saw or heard anything at the scene. Second, the source of the body
remains unknown; almost no one in the town's hotels or restaurants has seen this woman, and no local resident recognizes
her. Third, the bite marks left on her body cannot be identified due to the lack of a reference source. Fourth, the fingerprints left on her body
and the semen inside her body cannot be tested due to the perpetrator's deliberate washing and the drizzle that night.
(Of course, the perpetrator of this deliberate act of smearing is me, but I can't say it because I don't want to be suspected of murder.)
Therefore, this case is probably a dead case with no hope of being solved. During this time, He Yun didn't have classes and didn't have to
accompany those boring kids to tutoring: "During the day, we would go shopping together or she would take me to
tourist spots in the small town to improve our relationship. At night, hammmmmmm, everyone knows what we were doing ^_^."
I looked at the calendar and figured it was time to go back, so I packed my bags, said goodbye to He Yun,
and set off in the direction I had come from. This trip was quite fruitful ^_^. After
almost a day and a night of bumpy travel, I finally returned to my home city, A, which I had been away from for nearly two months.
After a few hours of resting at home, I went to the newly renovated funeral home morgue that night. The new morgue building
is still a four-story structure. The first floor still has two mortuary rooms, but they
are much smaller than before. The extra space was used to install an elevator, and the staircase
had to be removed and moved outdoors because there was no room to install it inside. The ground floor is still used by the staff, with a duty room and
a staff rest room (sleeping, toilet, shower, and recreation), but both are much smaller.
The elevator entrance. The second floor had been converted into three small rooms: a cadaver room, an autopsy room, and a materials and miscellaneous storage room.
The third floor and the newly added fourth floor were used to store corpses. The male and female corpses were managed separately in the east and west rooms, but due to
the reduced room size, a row of mortuary cabinets had been added to the far end of the original rooms. The third floor held the corpses that had been on the
second floor and had normal death certificates, and were not suspected of murder. The fourth floor held the corpses that had been on the third floor,
those who died mysteriously and were unclaimed. The police kept them for solving cases... this type of violent death. I
took the elevator to the third floor and went to the room where the male corpses were kept first. I pressed the light switch on the wall, and the first thing I
saw when the light came on was a row of newly made white mortuary cabinets at the far end of the room. I unconsciously took a step forward, and before I knew it
, I tripped and fell, startled. Several
corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the floor. I cursed inwardly, "That guy Tao left the corpses in such a mess while I was away! He
didn't even bother to put them on any available mortuary beds..." After finishing in this room, I thought, "Oh well,"
and figured the room next door with the female corpses must be the same, so I decided to go and tidy up there too. When I got to the next room,
the corpses were also piled up haphazardly everywhere, so I started sorting them one by one. Some corpses
had ashen faces, others were deathly pale. There were middle-aged women, old ladies, and even a child not even ten years old.
As I was sorting, a sudden thought flashed before my eyes—"Hmm, this young woman's figure looks pretty good." So I
removed the body ring from her feet and examined it: Name: Xu Siyu, Height: 1.58 meters, Age at Death: 29, Cause of Death:
Suicide by hanging. I began to carefully observe the body.
Her face was pale and her eyes were slightly open, her bright red lips parted as if trying to inhale
fresh air, her tongue slightly protruding. The expression of death was frozen on her face, her long
hair disheveled. She was of medium build, rather plump, with a sallow complexion. A purplish-red
mark ran from her neck to behind her ears, like a necklace, indicating that her life had been taken from there.
Judging from her current appearance, she wasn't particularly unattractive in life. Although it was October, the weather wasn't particularly
cold. This was evident from the young woman's clothing. She wore a bright red suit with
a button-down top. Unbuttoning it easily opened the garment, revealing a yellow sweater underneath.
Pushing the sweater up, her breasts were exposed, and she wore a strapless pink bra.
Pulling the bra down, her breasts immediately sprang out –
remarkably, they retained their elasticity even after so long. Her bottom was a long skirt. Lifting the red skirt, I found she wasn't wearing a slip, just a
pink thong covering her private parts
. The bra and thong were clearly part of the same set. Instead of immediately removing her thong,
I slipped my hand inside, slowly moving it downwards. Suddenly, I felt very fine, soft, and dense hair. Further
down, my hand touched a small slit. After satisfying my urges, I slowly pulled her panties down to her thighs
, exposing the young woman's genitals completely. Her pubic hair was fine and soft, light in color
but very dense. Her labia were slightly raised, plump and adorable like freshly steamed buns. A small
slit in the middle concealed so much of the young woman's shame and privacy. Part of her long, beautiful legs were exposed outside her red skirt, tempting
onlookers. I then stroked her thighs a few times; they felt truly different from the legs of virgins and young girls,
possessing a unique charm. During my vacation in a remote area, I thought of several exciting ways to play, but due to
various limitations at the time, I couldn't experiment on He Yun; I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her. Now, having
readily available material, I decided to use her for my experiments. Unable to contain my excitement, I climbed onto the mortuary bed and reached for the young
woman's private parts, where shame and privacy lay hidden. I parted her thick pubic hair and slowly inserted my right middle finger
into her tightly closed vagina, thrusting it in and out. I muttered to myself, "Not bad, she was a young woman, yet her vagina
remained as tight as a virgin's even after death. What a beautiful vagina she must have been in life!
" What could have troubled her so much that she would take her own life? Then I got up, took off my outer pants and underwear
, and bent down to move my gradually swelling penis to her deep cleavage, rubbing it back and forth. Although she
was already dead, the feeling of her breasts clamping my penis was still intoxicating. I then used my left hand to grab her
stiff little hand and let it rest on my already erect penis. A wave of dizziness
washed over me, and I felt my penis swelling to its limit, about to ejaculate. I moved closer to her slightly parted red lips, and
her cool, slightly exposed tongue stimulated my penis once more. It was difficult to insert my penis, and the limited space in her mouth made it hard to resist the urge to ejaculate.
I had intended to stay inside her mouth a little longer, but the confinement of such a small space
made it difficult for any erect penis to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Unexpectedly, just as I was about to reach my climax, my
glans was blocked by her teeth and tongue. The pent-up desire was blocked at this crucial moment.
I felt excruciating pain in my lower body, my penis swelling but unable to release. I felt as if my vas deferens
was about to burst from the backflow of semen. At this point, I had no choice but to extend two fingers to her lips
and gently move her slightly protruding tongue away, creating a small space. The
instant I moved her tongue, my semen finally erupted, shooting into her narrow mouth. White semen
gushed from the corners of her slightly parted lips. Because my penis was tightly
held by her slightly parted red lips, her cool tongue, and her white teeth, the ejaculation process was both difficult and filled with an almost euphoric pleasure. My
body, kneeling above her head, swayed violently with the intense, stimulating ejaculation. I rested for a while, put on my pants
, then wiped her face, which was covered in my semen, cleaned it, pulled her clothes back to their original state, and then
placed the body tag on her and laid her body on the empty morgue. Finally, I moved the remaining parts of the body from the floor onto the morgue.
So tired... I'll take the elevator to the first floor to sleep and rest instead of going to the fourth floor...
Several years later...
(Tao Ge) Passerby A: Chen Yu, well, we usually get along pretty well. But this guy always sneaks
out of the duty room in the middle of the night and goes to the morgue upstairs, acting all mysterious. Later, I don't know how, the police
sent in a female corpse, and she came back to life at our funeral home. She was an elementary school teacher named He Yun. In the end, she
even became Chen Yu's girlfriend! Now she's his wife. What a drama!
(He Yun) Passerby B: My husband is good in every other way, but he has one problem that he seems unable to
change until he dies. Ever since he switched to the day shift at the funeral home, he's been listless,
like he's lost his soul. Every night he has sweet dreams and talks in his sleep, like, "Little Mei, move faster, don't stop!" I bet
he's doing something with those precious corpses in his dreams again. I really can't do anything with him. He's married to me and he's
still thinking about those corpses. What makes me less attractive than those corpses? Humph.
(Chen Yu) Passerby C: I haven't had enough fun with the corpse yet! Why did you end my fun so quickly? Boss,
please give me another chance to perform. Director, screenwriter, I have a complaint! Hey! Why is no one paying attention to me?
-_-"""""The End. 04.6.28

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