The Demonic Beauty

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Today marks three months since the marriage of Zhou Dafu, a sixty-year-old businessman, and Li Xuehua, a thirty-year-old woman. Zhou Dafu, widowed in middle age, met Li Xuehua at a brothel, lived together for a while, and then married her. Li Xuehua was not only caring and considerate, but also possessed a beauty and figure that was the epitome of perfection. Zhou Dafu never imagined

that his later years would bring him such good fortune! That evening, the two enjoyed a candlelight dinner at home, drinking champagne. Xuehua, citing her husband's heart condition, forbade him to drink too much, eat meat, or sleep in the same room with her, fearing that his heart wouldn't be able to handle the excitement.

Li Xuehua, already radiant in her daily life, was even more captivating tonight, her deliberate attire making her seem like a beauty capable of captivating a city. The old man was unwilling to comply! Moreover, since her marriage, Xuehua, who was usually elegant and dignified but reserved, was now alluring like a vixen, coy and seductive like a seduced Pan Jinlian, completely bewitching Zhou Dafu! At his pleading, she agreed to sleep in the same room, but forbade him to use a towel. After bathing, the couple went to bed together.

Li Xuehua's sexy nightgown was short, barely reaching her navel, revealing her cleavage. Dressed entirely in white, her large breasts would spill out of the neckline with the slightest movement or even a laugh! She wore only underwear, her snow-white legs tinged with pink, and between her legs a small mound, like a large delta. From the back, her round, large buttocks swayed from side to side, and her thick, soft hair reached her waist—truly a stunning beauty.

She lay down, giving her husband a sidelong glance, leaning against him. In that fleeting moment, her seductive gaze had already captivated his soul. Zhou Dafu stripped naked, his hands and feet trembling as he forcefully ripped off her panties. Li Xuehua shuddered, turned over to lie on her back, just as he was removing her pajamas. She closed her legs, trying to push him away with her hands, her two ripe breasts jiggling. She said shyly with a smile, "Aren't you being disobedient again?"

But he seemed thirty years younger, like a wounded beast, frantically fondling and squeezing her breasts, then grasping and pressing them. She sighed deeply, her large breasts heaving like giant waves, her legs weak and easily parted. He eagerly suckled at her breasts like a hungry baby, one hand vigorously kneading her nipples, the other gently rubbing her genitals. With each suckle, Li Xuehua became limp and motionless, her breathing rapid and heavy.

As his fingers kneaded her breasts, her small mouth was half-closed, twitching, her upper body trembling every ten seconds or so. At this moment, his fingers could feel the wetness of her lower body. Her eyes gleamed with a lewd smile, and she stretched and yawned as if just waking up, whispering, "No!"

No sooner had she spoken than the old man's excited spear plunged straight into her vagina. Li Xuehua felt as if she were constipated, yet as excited as if she had won the lottery. Her lustful pupils dilated, and she lay there, too afraid to move, like a goat being bitten by a ferocious lion.

He felt forty years younger, thrusting and rotating powerfully, as if performing a push-up in mid-air. Li Xuehua cried out "No!" but then laughed, shaking her head, half of her long hair cascading over her face, like a raped girl on the verge of death. Her pair of 37-inch large white breasts trembled slightly, then bounced, then swung wildly! Zhou Dafu felt she had never been so lewd, and his breathing became like that of a 100-meter sprinter!

In his frenzied fucking, he grabbed her large breasts with both hands, feeling her wildly beating heart and the hot breath exhaled from her nostrils.

She cried out urgently, "Kiss me!"

He kissed her lips passionately, almost suffocating, and immediately pulled away. She said, "Touch my breasts, touch them hard!" He gripped her large breasts tightly, his hands going limp—perhaps their elasticity was too amazing!

"Thrust into me hard!" she cried out again, exasperated.

Zhou Dafu acted like Superman, thrusting in and out at a rate of one stroke per second. Li Xuehua groaned and screamed, terrifying him. He ejaculated wildly, collapsing onto her, motionless. He was dead!

When the paramedics arrived, Li Xuehua was pale and naked, opening the door. Perhaps she was too shocked! But the paramedics were all amazed by her beauty! They saw her husband's semen flowing from her lower body, and her still-trembling breasts, almost arousing them! Seeing the dead Dafu, Li Xuehua threw herself on her husband's body, weeping bitterly! The paramedics' noses stung with tears.

A forensic examination confirmed that Zhou Dafu died of a heart attack caused by excessive excitement during intercourse; the cause of death was not suspicious. Soon after, Li Xuehua inherited her husband's 60 million yuan estate. She hid at home all day, only allowing herself to see friends a month later.

She invited a close friend, 35-year-old real estate agent Fang Zhiyong, to her home that evening to talk and relieve her boredom. Although Li Xuehua wasn't wearing makeup, her beauty was undeniable. Her clothing wasn't revealing, but her voluptuous figure was almost bursting out, the fabric seemingly about to tear! A white flower adorned her hair, her face dignified yet melancholic, possessing a unique beauty.

As she and Fang Zhiyong drank beer, she mentioned her deceased husband, her eyes still brimming with tears. Fang Zhiyong, slightly drunk, laughed, "The dead can't be brought back to life, and besides, he was already sixty. Isn't it better that he's dead? You have tens of millions in income now!" Li Xuehua slapped him, shooing him away, and he quickly apologized.

She said, "With my looks and figure, I can make money anywhere! Humans aren't plants or trees; even a dog or a cat has feelings, let alone a person. He was good to me, so naturally I miss him!"

Li Xuehua, recalling her painful memories, drank more and more, her face flushed, her movements sluggish, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes indistinguishable from crying. Suddenly, she said, "You can leave now, I need to rest. Don't have any ill intentions towards me; I'm not someone to be trifled with!" After saying this, she stumbled into her room to sleep, telling Fang Zhiyong to leave immediately and to close the door behind her.

Fang Zhiyong opened and closed the door, not stepping outside. He quietly approached the door and, through the crack, saw her lying naked on the bed. Excitedly, he climbed in, holding onto the bed, his head still above the edge. He saw Li Xuehua close her eyes, biting her lip, her hands tightly gripping her breasts. Her breasts were too large for one hand to hold completely; they overflowed, a magnificent and alluring sight! He immediately took off his clothes and saw her legs alternately lifting and lowering, lightly rubbing the bed, swaying left and right, sometimes lifting her buttocks off the ground, her lower body arching—it looked just like she was having sex!

Suddenly, she sighed and called her husband's name, her hands hanging down, her waist arching upwards. Fang Zhiyong could no longer resist and pounced on her, his penis immediately penetrating her vagina! Li Xuehua screamed and hurriedly asked who it was. Fang Zhiyong tried to escape, but she grabbed his penis, calling his deceased husband's name again, hugging his head, and kissing him passionately.

He thrust forcefully into her deep hole, his chest pressing against her large breasts as he panted. Li Xuehua suddenly cried. Fang Zhiyong thought she recognized him and was about to cover her mouth with his hand when she flipped over and landed on top of him. Their detached genitals reunited under her powerful sitting motion. Her buttocks rose and fell, her hands clutching her hair as she cried out in pain yet chuckled wickedly, "Brother Fu, I've missed you so much!"

Her affection deeply moved him, and her wantonness excited him immensely. In particular, the force of her upper body rising and falling not only intensely stimulated his clitoris but also caused her vagina to contract, making him almost ejaculate! Moreover, her two large, firm, white breasts bounced wildly up and down! Gradually, she added swaying left and right, causing her large breasts to sway from side to side as they bounced up and down.

Suddenly, Li Xuehua's body went limp, her upper body leaning forward, her hands supporting her on the bed. Her large breasts moved closer to him, and when he gently touched her nipples, her breasts trembled violently. She moaned, laughing and crying at the same time, her jade-like hands wildly flailing and clawing at his chest, a scene both lewd and breathtaking! It was as if her husband had died, and she was kneeling before his grave, crying and digging at the earth, trying to bring him back to life.

But her moans were undeniably lewd! Fang Zhiyong gripped her large breasts and ejaculated into her, and she lay on top of him, kissing him passionately until he finished. Even then, she continued kissing him, panting, tears dripping onto his face.

Fang Zhiyong fled home. A few days later, when he met her again, he tried to bring up their previous encounter, but she solemnly told him that she had dreamt of making love with her deceased husband that night. Her passion moved him, but her cold beauty ashamed him, and he dared not pursue her.

Soon after, Fang Zhiyong learned that Li Xuehua had met a fifty-year-old businessman named Wang Dewei. He was happy for her, and two months later, they got married. They even invited Fang Zhiyong to the wedding banquet. He sincerely congratulated her on finding a good home and dared not pursue her any further.

Two months later, someone told Fang Zhiyong that Li Xuehua's second husband had also suddenly died. He had died during intercourse due to a stroke caused by high blood pressure. It was said that her deceased husband had left her 40 million yuan.

Fang Zhiyong was deeply puzzled and, fueled by jealousy for not being able to have her, went to her house one drunken night. Taking advantage of his intoxication, he pulled down his pants, shouting that Li Xuehua was the murderer of her husband. In her terror, he tore her clothes, took advantage of her standing up, and violently penetrated her, caressing her breasts and kissing her passionately. Just as he was about to ejaculate, she cried, tears streaming down her face, moving all who witnessed it. He was so frightened that he couldn't ejaculate and felt extremely guilty!

"My husband just died, and you come to bully me! I can spend his money as I please, and I have tens of millions myself, more than I could ever spend in a lifetime. Why would I kill him? I'm a woman, how could I kill him? Tell me, how could I kill my husband?" Fang Zhiyong believed her and vented his anger on her.

Afterwards, he borrowed money from her, but Li Xuehua not only refused but also wouldn't let him stay the night, her expression suggesting he was a male prostitute. He harbored resentment and resolved to investigate her. During several meetings with her, he subtly implied that Li Xuehua had murdered two husbands for money, seizing their property. Li Xuehua said she never wanted to see him again.

One afternoon, Fang Zhiyong took two male customers to look at apartments. Upon entering, they beat him severely and robbed him of his cell phone, watch, ring, and over a thousand yuan. This was a simple robbery, but Fang Zhiyong felt something was amiss and loudly questioned them, asking if they were acting under the orders of a thirty-year-old woman.

Although the two men didn't retaliate, their expressions told him otherwise. Perhaps their purpose was to warn him not to cause trouble in the future.

Fang Zhiyong was furious. He knew Li Xuehua frequented a high-end restaurant for coffee every afternoon, a habit he took for granted. He barged in, sat down opposite her, and unexpectedly said, "I know you had people beat me up!"

Li Xuehua laughed loudly and said, "Sir, no table service here!" A waiter asked him to leave.

Outside the restaurant, Fang Zhiyong was quite pleased with his sudden counterattack. Judging from Li Xuehua's reaction, the two burly men were probably acting on her orders. Unfortunately, he had no evidence to accuse her! But it also proved one thing: Li Xuehua had a guilty conscience. Based on his initial deduction, Zhou Dafu and Wang Dewei were both businessmen in their fifties or sixties, one with heart disease and the other with high blood pressure. Li Xuehua was clearly using her beauty to commit murder! But another question arose: this wasn't the first time they had met Li Xuehua, nor the first time they had sex with her. Could their excitement have been that intense? Moreover, why didn't they die during their previous sexual encounters, but only after Li Xuehua became his legal wife?

Fang Zhiyong was utterly perplexed. He conducted an experiment, paying a thousand yuan to book a hotel room with a twenty-year-old dancer. When she entered the room, her stunning beauty, tall stature, and snow-white skin immediately aroused him. The beauty undressed, revealing breasts slightly larger than those of an average woman, shaped like bamboo shoots, large yet firm, full and hard. To the touch, they possessed a softness and warmth within their elasticity, surpassing even Li Xuehua's. Had he not been there for his experiment, he would have already ejaculated while fondling her breasts and buttocks!

He pressed himself against the alluring woman, gently rubbing her nipples, and lightly rubbing his penis against her vagina, causing her to produce vaginal fluids. He then penetrated her.

The real show was yet to come. As he thrust into the woman, her magical little hole contracted intensely, gripping his penis tightly. It felt as if a strange hand was pulling it inwards. Combined with the narrowness, dampness, and heat of the opening, the throbbing of her large breasts, her moans, and the lustful gleam in her eyes, he couldn't take it anymore; he needed to release! His heartbeat and breathing were almost like a 100-meter sprinter's!

Fang Zhiyong suddenly felt fear. In his frenzied excitement, would he suddenly die?

Fear and his purpose calmed him. His breathing and heartbeat slowed, and he thrust and ground forcefully, making the woman's large, voluptuous breasts, covered in sweat, slap against each other in her frenzied movements. The seductive woman screamed like crying, kissing him wildly, a mixture of fear, excitement, and pleasure. She cried out, "Touch my breasts!" He gripped her breasts so hard his hands went limp.

"Go for it!" she cried again.

He unleashed a rapid assault with all his might. The woman's ample breasts, gripped with both pain and excitement, screamed like a pig being slaughtered as her clitoris was forcefully conquered. Exhausted, he ejaculated into her while still suckling her breasts. The busty woman, panting, squeezed his buttocks.

Afterwards, she was infinitely satisfied, admiring him as a superman. Fang Zhiyong, however, asked her a question: Can a man, especially an elderly one, suddenly die during intense sexual intercourse?

The woman's answer was affirmative, especially if he had never met that woman before, had used an aphrodisiac, and had a chronic illness.

But he still believed that Li Xuehua's two deceased husbands wouldn't be too excited. They were wealthy men; what woman hadn't they tried? His experiment had just proven that arousal could be artificially controlled. The possibility of them using aphrodisiacs is extremely low, because they knew they were ill; wouldn't their lives be more important than women? The only cause of death was the sudden onset of the illness.

However, since sexual arousal can be controlled, when the old man was threatened with death at the onset of his illness, he would have immediately stopped intercourse, or at least greatly reduced his arousal, thus saving his life. Therefore, the only possible cause of death is that she killed him, but he couldn't figure it out. To solve the mystery, Fang Zhiyong called Li Xuehua to apologize and ask for her forgiveness for his rashness and suspicion, but she didn't respond.

A few days later, in the afternoon, Li Xuehua came to the real estate company where he worked, arrogant to the point of being repulsive, with a victorious smile on her face. Out of anger, Fang Zhiyong also wanted to use psychological tactics, so he affectionately put his hand on the shoulder of a beautiful female colleague. Li Xuehua acted as if nothing was wrong, but surprisingly, she invited him to have coffee.

After drinking coffee, she feigned generosity, inviting him to her home, saying that since they were friends and had reconciled, they could talk more. At her house, they shared a beer. Li Xuehua blushed and became somewhat out of control. She went into her room and changed into a transparent nightgown, turning around like a model. Under the light, her large breasts swayed back and forth, like two monsters about to break free of their cage.

She picked up another beer, and with a slightly shy expression, took a big gulp. Some of the beer spilled onto her breasts, revealing her two large mounds. Fang Zhiyong understood that this was a woman's jealousy; she was jealous of his female colleague, and her wanton behavior also contained an intention to please and win him over.

Suddenly, she erratically pulled him into the room, pulled off his pants, pushed him onto the bed, poured beer on his genitals, then took off her own clothes, pounced on him, and sucked on his penis.

Fang Zhiyong remained calm amidst his excitement, but her burning mouth and tongue made his whole body tremble. Her heavy breasts pressed against his legs, their elastic heat further driving him to madness. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his urges, while Li Xuehua pressed herself against him, stripping off his shirt and engulfing his penis in her vagina, thrusting wildly while drinking beer.

Half the beer flowed onto her large, fleshy breasts, which bounced with her agitation, splashing beer onto his body and face. He cupped her firm breasts, sucking on them alternately. Though he couldn't taste the milk, he was drinking beer. The aroma of beer, the scent of her breasts, her body fragrance, her hair scent, and her perfume mingled together, fueling his intense desire. He sucked vigorously, transforming her into a complete harlot!

Her boldness, pressing herself against him, not only proved her lewdness but also her competitiveness; she wanted to control and dominate a man. Fang Zhiyong, for the second time, forcefully suppressed his desire, his face flushed and burning.

After a round of excitement, he restrained himself, taking the initiative. He grasped a third of her large breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them with varying pressure, sometimes gently rubbing her nipples, causing her to tremble as if electrocuted, laughing, startled, and moaning all at once. When he released his hands, her huge breasts rushed towards him like two gusts of wind, only to be forcefully grabbed again. Li Xuehua closed her eyes, panting, and let out a constipated moan!

She knew he had twice resisted ejaculation, and now that she had reached her climax, yet he still hadn't released, she refused to be conquered. So she devised a new tactic: as she lifted her hips and descended, she leaned forward, her delicate hands vigorously rubbing his chest, her mouth lightly biting his nipples, then releasing them, pressing down on him with her large, firm buttocks, grinding forward, and finally kissing his mouth passionately. She repeated these actions several times, driving Fang Zhiyong to the brink of ecstasy. His mouth was nearly suffocated by her sucking, and to make matters worse, she used a "bird dragon tail swing," her large buttocks pressing and grinding, swaying from side to side.

He really couldn't hold back any longer; he was about to ejaculate!

At this moment, Li Xuehua's eyes gleamed with a predatory lust. Her large breasts were covered in a mixture of sweat and beer, combined with the grime from his body and hands. Her screams were punctuated by a groan that sounded like the earth shaking!

Suddenly, she forcefully pulled the soft pillow from under his head, placed it over his face, and pressed it down firmly with both hands. Even as Fang Zhiyong ejaculated into her, his hands still gripped her large breasts, while she continued to moan in exasperation, her moans filled with murderous intent!

His hands, which had been caressing her breasts, gradually lost strength and stopped moving. Taking advantage of the moment she removed the pillow, he took a deep breath and held it still.

He understood completely; Li Xuehua must have used this method to kill her husband. They were old and ill; how could they possibly resist? If it weren't for his skill in swimming, he probably wouldn't have escaped her clutches either! She didn't intend to kill him; it was a demon within her, a reenactment of a crime!

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