My female classmate was killed

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That happened several years ago. When I was in high school, there was a girl in my class named Tian Tian. Her looks were average for a pretty girl; while she wasn't quite stunningly beautiful, many people would compliment her appearance. Calling her an angelic face wouldn't be an exaggeration. She also had a good figure, curvaceous and tall. But when it came to her personality, everyone would frown.

Tian Tian was probably spoiled from a young age, used to being bossy, and completely disrespectful to others.

She had a group of close friends, or rather, followers, among the boys. She would teach anyone she didn't like a lesson, and those who disagreed would be brutally beaten by her gang. She didn't even spare the girls; someone who argued with her was severely beaten. I expressed my dissatisfaction with her behavior, without even speaking up, but simply looked at her with disapproving eyes while they were beating someone else, and she immediately ordered an attack. A group of strong boys came over, knocked me down, and started punching and kicking me; even she herself joined in, kicking me several times. After I was beaten, she looked down at me with contempt and ridicule before leaving with her group. I still vividly remember her vicious expression. It took me a while to get up with the help of my classmates, and the bruises on my body lingered for several days. In short, Tian Tian acted like the boss in our class; anyone who disobeyed her would get beaten. I was beaten up several more times later, for various reasons, and many other classmates had similar experiences. Everyone knew her father was very wealthy and had excellent connections with the school, so complaining was useless, and everyone could only swallow their anger. I heard many boys talking privately about wanting to kill her, but they were just talking, saying things in anger or showing off. I was different; I was prepared to take action, and I wanted her to pay even more…

In addition, Tian Tian's personal conduct wasn't good. She frequently changed boyfriends, sometimes older students, but more often, they were hoodlums. She changed boyfriends every few weeks. Changing wasn't easy either; breaking up with the previous one was sometimes easy and sometimes not. One morning, I noticed a handprint on her left cheek, a mark from a slap. She tried to cover it up with a lot of powder, but it was still visible upon closer inspection. She must have been slapped when breaking up with a man. She noticed me looking at her face and, judging from her expression, clearly understood what had happened. Enraged, she pointed at me, and her henchmen immediately swarmed me, beating me senseless. Did this woman deserve forgiveness?

This only strengthened my resolve to kill her. Furthermore, her frequent conflicts with her boyfriends could be cleverly exploited. Having had so many questionable boyfriends, I wondered how many she had slept with.

I'd watched many crime films and had some understanding of police detective tactics. I devised a detailed plan, ready to execute it at the opportune moment. Later, she continued to bully me, but I kept my distance, avoiding conflict. However, this was precisely part of my plan. I avoided direct confrontation with her, which made me a much smaller target when the police investigated. Their focus would inevitably be on her classmates with whom she frequently clashed and her low-life boyfriends. In the first semester of senior year, the opportunity finally arrived.

It was shortly after the start of the semester, and I noticed something. In our big city, even senior high schools don't let students leave too late, around 8:30 PM. After most people had left, Tian Tian would flirt with her boyfriend in the classroom until after 9:30 PM before going home. She had secretly made a copy of the classroom key, and naturally, no one dared to object. Students studying in the study room didn't leave until 10:30 PM. She and her boyfriend could fool around in the classroom without worrying about the security guards checking. Another point was that our school was located in a relatively remote area, and her boyfriend didn't even walk her home at night. Of course, the main issue was that her home wasn't far from the school; it was just a short walk of about ten minutes, through a street full of trees and a few turns. She always walked home, so it shouldn't be a problem if no one walked her. But this gave me an opportunity. The street to the right of the school gate, winding through the woods, was usually deserted after school, but by 9:30 PM, when Tian Tian left, it was almost empty. Although the school had installed some streetlights and a pitifully few surveillance cameras (who knows if they were even used) at the parents' insistence, I didn't care. Half the streetlights were broken, and people usually relied on moonlight for illumination. After observing for a while, I noticed that Tian Tian often walked on the left-hand sidewalk after school. When the moon was waxing, the trees there cast shadows, making it difficult to spot people.

This provided me with another convenient opportunity.

I specifically chose a day with a waxing moon. From the day before, when I went to school, I wore clothes I'd never worn before under my coat, and took some textbooks out of my backpack and put in some special tools, while the backpack itself looked no different from the outside. The night before, after school, I sneaked into the bushes near the school, took off my coat to reveal my clothes underneath to avoid being seen, and then used the folding entrenching tool I carried in my backpack to dig a hole big enough to bury a person, carefully concealing it. I watched from afar as Tian Tian, still arrogantly leading her gang of lackeys in class, and I smiled contemptuously: "What's with the arrogance, woman? You'll only live until tonight." Of course, this was just my inner monologue; I absolutely couldn't let anyone hear it.

At 8:30 PM, my classmates and I rode our bikes home together, laughing and joking as usual. I didn't glance at Tian Tian as I left, because I knew everything would go according to plan. When I arrived home, my classmates said goodbye and continued on their way. After they left, I observed my surroundings, hid in the shadows, took off my coat, revealing my new outfit. I turned off my phone and anything else that might give me away. Then I turned around and took a wide detour to school. Now, Tian Tian was undoubtedly sitting on a man's lap in the classroom again, just like before, the two of them embracing, kissing, and hugging, probably exchanging some intimate words. I decided to wait until 9:30 before coming out.

Under the cover of darkness, I reached the woods, avoiding security cameras and pedestrians as I moved through the trees. After hiding my bicycle somewhere in the woods, I began my preparations. The bright moonlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting dappled silver light on the gray ground. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold. It was a perfect time. I took out my binoculars and saw that our classroom lights were still on in the distance. Everything seemed normal. At 9:20, the lights went out.

It looked like it was about to begin.

First, I put on the leather gloves I had bought a long time ago to prevent fingerprints. I also brought something that looked ridiculous but was definitely not funny in that situation—a gas mask. I had ordered it online during my CS obsession.

The eye window was a single piece of plexiglass, not two round windows, which would severely obstruct my vision. This was firstly so that if the attack failed and she escaped, I wouldn't be recognized, and secondly, if I attacked her from behind, she would definitely fight back fiercely, and I was worried she would hit my eyes. I tightened my cuffs and collar to prevent her fingernails from scratching me if she struggled. If her body was found, the flesh scraped from under her fingernails could very well become evidence against me. I picked up the binoculars again and saw Tian Tian walking alone from the shadows on the sidewalk. My heart raced; it was finally time to begin.

Killing someone always carries psychological pressure, and for me, the bigger issue was the fear of being caught by the police afterward. But I forced myself to remain calm. I had prepared everything meticulously; there was no room for error.

I chose a suitable spot, quite a distance from the school and the next intersection. The shade of the trees on the sidewalk would obstruct my view, making it difficult for people on either side to see me clearly. This spot was also between surveillance cameras 3 and 4, outside their surveillance range, making it an ideal place to strike. There were also scattered bushes between the sidewalk and the trees, perfect for concealment without hindering my movements.

She approached, and I hid behind a bush, watching her come closer. My heart pounded. Tian Tian was wearing a tight black leather top and matching trousers. Below that were knee-high black high-heeled leather boots, the tight-fitting shafts and slender heels accentuating her figure. The soft tapping of her boots on the sidewalk was enough to mask my barely audible footsteps as I approached from behind. She walked past the bushes in front of me without a pause or panic. It proved she hadn't been noticed. Now, if she took a slightly longer phone call, or if a few pedestrians, a car, or a bicycle passed by, or even if she simply left the shadowy sidewalk, she could escape my attack.

I quickly scanned the area, but there was no one else besides my target. Tian Tian was still walking forward a few meters away, oblivious to my presence. Her boots continued their rhythmic "tap, tap, tap."

I immediately assessed the situation: the current danger level was 0; the target's actions were under control; the probability of sudden interference was very low; the probability of being discovered was extremely low; the conditions for action were met.

I took a deep breath: "Okay, let's move out! Go go go!"

Like a lurking leopard, I slipped out of the bushes through a gap. I leaned back, arms outstretched, and approached the target from behind at approximately twice the target's walking distance, completely concealing my footsteps within the sound of the girl's boots striking the ground. During this time, I desperately tried to control my breathing to suppress my rapidly beating heart.

Like in many special operations movies, I arrived behind Tian Tian almost silently.

The girl continued walking forward, her handbag slung at her side. She didn't deliberately sway her hips, but the way she walked, accentuated by her high-heeled boots and tight leather jacket, made her silhouette so alluring, even more tempting.

Even at this point, she still hadn't anticipated the danger. Well, that's just your fate!

I suddenly picked her up, reached out my right hand, and immediately covered her mouth and nose with my hand, while my left hand wrapped around her chest and hooked around her right arm, completely encircling it. The girl finally realized the danger and immediately panicked. She tried to scream, but only a low "woof" escaped from between my fingers.

Of course, she didn't give up resisting, reaching out to pull away the hands covering her mouth and nose. Because her arms were restrained, she could only use her forearms. The instant her hands came together and grabbed my hands from the front, my left hand swiftly rose and clamped down on both of her wrists. Now there was no problem. She shook her head back and forth, trying to break free from my suffocating actions, but she was much weaker than me. My arms firmly controlled her head and neck, thwarting all her resistance.

Heh... who told her to rely on those lackeys and not learn to train herself? Now her mouth and nose are covered, and her hands are controlled. The problem should be solved. Her restless little mouth tried to bite my palm, but of course she couldn't—unless she had buck teeth… So I leaned her back against me and dragged the desperately resisting girl from the pre-arranged spot into the bushes. I checked the surroundings one more time; no problems. The girl struggled wildly, and as I dragged her, the heels of her boots scraped deep grooves in the ground. But you wouldn't notice them unless you stood by the roadside with a flashlight. Besides, according to the plan, I'd have to come back and clean up those marks later. Everything was still going according to plan.

As I dragged the girl deeper into the bushes, I could see that her resistance was gradually decreasing. Due to the lack of oxygen caused by having her mouth and nose covered and her panicked resistance, she must be starting to feel dizzy.

That's right! The force from my hands holding her wrists was also decreasing. Good, subdued successfully; her resistance was about to be halved. I was right next to her head; if it weren't for the gas mask, I think I could smell her hair. But wearing this also prevented her from suddenly tilting her head back in a final burst of energy and breaking my nose—a scene often seen in action movies.

It had only been a few minutes. I pulled her to a clearing in the bushes. As soon as she tried to stand up, I tripped her, causing her to lose her balance. Then, I released my left hand from hers and used it to support the back of her head. My right hand, which was covering her mouth, remained in place. As I squatted down, I quickly laid her down on the ground. Before she could do anything, I immediately stretched out my right leg and straddled her waist, tightly gripping her arms again. Only then did I have a chance to truly see her face, and my heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Tian Tian's bright, intelligent eyes were filled with tears, along with fear and panic, especially after she saw my ominous gas mask. Feeling that she posed no greater threat and had no chance of escape, I pulled my left hand from under her head and removed the gas mask. This thing was not only hot, but it also made breathing difficult—it was really uncomfortable. However, compared to the beautiful woman in front of me, her face flushed from lack of oxygen, my discomfort was nothing.

Tian Tian noticed my face and was initially stunned—absolutely stunned, because her struggles even stopped for a moment. Then her resistance intensified. I pressed her head down with my left hand to prevent her from shaking her head and breaking free. At that moment, her watery eyes, besides pain and terror, also held a pleading look for forgiveness. That look was incredibly heartbreaking.

I had no choice but to turn my head away, but I began to waver. This girl, despite being so repulsive, didn't deserve to die. She still had parents, family, and the right to pursue a better life. What I was doing was too much. But after a moment, I hardened my heart. How had she treated me back then? After I was beaten up, she still mocked me. A girl with such poor upbringing must be arguing with her parents all day long, causing them trouble outside, spending money recklessly, and seducing men. Her parents must have been heartbroken. If she died

, her classmates probably wouldn't have much sympathy, because they would be less bullied in the future… Most importantly, if I released her now, she would find out my identity, and if she reported me, I would be finished. So, the die was cast, and I had no choice but to go. She had to die!

I turned to look at her, now a pitiful sight, tears streaming down her face—a stark contrast to her previous aggressive demeanor when she humiliated me. I sneered.

"Woman, think about how you treated me before. Now I want not only your life, but also your body!" The girl's eyes were filled with panic. She tried to shake her head to explain, but my hand held her firmly. Warm tears slid down her cheeks and onto my hand. At this moment, I couldn't help but waver, but I had no choice.

After a while, her eyelids began to twitch violently, her gaze quickly becoming unfocused and vacant. Her hands stopped trying to break free. It seemed she had gone into shock due to lack of oxygen to her brain. After a while, her eyelids slowly closed. I pulled my right leg back, grabbed her hands from both sides with my left hand, raised them high, and then released them. Her delicate arms fell back to her sides with a "thud" like lifeless branches. It seemed she was alright. It's said that people are prone to incontinence when suffocating. Is that true? I gently pressed my left hand on her lower abdomen, and soon her crotch area was soaked. I couldn't help but laugh; no matter how arrogant or beautiful a woman is, even suffocation can lead to such embarrassing situations. I didn't press harder, but continued to cover her mouth and nose.

After a few minutes, when I was sure she was completely dead, I released my hand. My right hand, having held that position with all my might, was now stiff and sore, and it took me a while to recover; it almost cramped up. Okay, mission accomplished. I took off my leather gloves and blew on the sweat from my palms. Then I put on thin, transparent medical gloves. Wearing them made little difference; I could still feel the temperature and texture, but they wouldn't leave fingerprints.

I didn't bother to examine my masterpiece closely. I looked around to make sure there was nothing amiss, took my bag from the corpse's shoulder, unzipped it, and quickly found her phone. I checked it; there was a missed text message. I opened it and saw it was from her boyfriend—just a bunch of nauseating sweet nothings and a wish for her to go to sleep early that night. Hehe, don't worry about it, she's already asleep.

No missed calls, that's great. I pressed the power button. That's when I noticed a photo booth picture on the back of her phone, a picture of her and a man. A somewhat fierce-looking man and Tian Tian were posing for a kiss, the latter with a sweet and happy smile, clearly a woman deeply in love. But there were many torn pieces of the photo booth picture around it. I smiled contemptuously. The torn-out picture was with her ex-boyfriend? You shameless woman. I suddenly reached out and slapped her, turning her face to the side. "This is on behalf of your parents, you unfilial daughter." The phone was put back in her purse.

I then took out her wallet, and a stack of bills came into view, a whole bunch of hundred-yuan bills. Oh, her family is really rich. I took out seven hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into my pocket, waving the wallet at the female corpse. "Bitch, you shouldn't have a problem with that. You owe me." Inside the wallet were her ID cards; her one-inch color photo showed her as delicate and lovely. I shook my head; the difference between a photo and the real person is always so vast. There were also discount cards for designer clothes, tennis club memberships, and things like that, but I couldn't be bothered to look at them anymore. Anyway, they had nothing to do with me, and even less to do with her. The bag also contained lipstick, a makeup case, and ridiculously, pepper spray. I thought, with your reflexes, that's a complete waste, and I have a gas mask; it's useless for you.

In short, there was nothing that could make a sound or cause trouble.

After looking around again, I picked up the female corpse, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and headed towards my pre-arranged amusement area. This girl's body was incredibly heavy; carrying it was exhausting. It was like carrying two sacks of grain! Probably nearly a hundred pounds! If only she could lose some weight… As someone who often mocks girls for dieting, this is the first time I've ever hoped a girl should lose weight—it's ridiculous. The corpse's toes, swaying, intentionally or unintentionally brushed against my thigh, teasing me with an unbearable itch; I just wanted to get there quickly and start.

We arrived at a clearing in the woods, a large gap between the treetops allowing bright moonlight to spill directly onto the ground, creating a large white patch. I had placed my backpack containing the tools there. So, naturally, I placed Tian Tian in this moonlight.

I looked around again; nothing seemed amiss. I let out a long breath, squatted down beside the corpse's feet, and began to carefully examine the delicate body of this beautiful woman who, just ten minutes ago, had been lively and energetic. I looked her up and down. The bright moonlight shone on the girl's face, making her appear so serene, so peaceful, and so enchanting.

Her shoulder-length straight hair cascaded around her head. Her eyelids weren't completely closed; her long, slightly curled eyelashes still faintly revealed her eyes, but they were completely devoid of life, and filled with tears. There were still tear tracks on her cheeks. Her pert nose had an almost jade-like quality in the moonlight. Her delicate lips were slightly swollen and red, probably from kissing and rubbing against the man in the classroom earlier; saliva dripped from the corners of her lips down her neck, likely a reaction to suffocation. Moving

my gaze further down, I saw her snow-white neck, still trailing a trail of saliva, somewhat detracting from her beauty. Her breasts were full and firm, and her slender waist, accentuated by the tight leather jacket, highlighted her beautiful curves.

Further down was her lower body, where a Cartier belt caught my eye—a finely polished long metal belt buckle with two identical circles in the center; it must be an expensive designer brand. Seeing her wet crotch almost made me laugh again, but I hoped I hadn't used too much force. If I had, the urine would have poured out like a flood, and the smell would be hard to get rid of, which would be disastrous. If she had also expelled feces, it would be even worse; I didn't want to find a poop-filled crotch in her underwear when I pulled down her pants.

Tian Tian's legs were slender and long, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had studied dance. I started imagining her gracefully spinning in a ballet costume, or dancing barefoot in the clothing of a southern ethnic minority girl… I pushed my thoughts away and continued downwards. There was a pair of well-made leather boots, with cute rounded toes.

The boots weren't decorated with any vulgar embellishments, only some artificial folds at the ankle and a silver zipper on the side of the boot shaft. Unlike some boots that are wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, these boots had a straight shaft that hugged the wearer's calves without any gaps. The boots had a streamlined shape, displaying a clean and neat beauty. It perfectly complemented its slender owner, showcasing the woman's curves beautifully and exuding a wild and willful aura, perfectly matching the arrogant and domineering girl of the past. This was definitely a foreign designer brand, worth at least several thousand yuan. The corpse's entire outfit probably cost tens of thousands.

The smooth, delicate high-heeled leather boots shimmered softly in the moonlight. Actually, this was one of the reasons I decided to make my move recently—Tian Tian looked so beautiful in boots! I'd never thought she was so pretty, so alluring before. Since I was planning to take her life anyway, I might as well do it now. My heart started racing again. A beautiful girl lay unguarded before me, ready to be played with at will—such an opportunity wouldn't come again.

If I didn't want to hold back any longer, I wouldn't! I decided to start with her feet. I slowly unzipped her right boot. I enjoyed the process; if she were wearing sneakers, I'd only enjoy the thrill of untying shoelaces, nothing like this. It's mainly about that feeling of being in control. Besides, sneakers are quieter, making it harder to conceal my approach, so I still prefer boots. I unzipped her boot, lifted her heel, and gently pulled her ankle out. She was wearing a pair of wicked black stockings. Her five rounded toes, encased in the semi-transparent black fabric, exuded a hazy, alluring beauty. Equally enticing were her smooth, delicate arches, especially her white soles, which were visually striking against the black stockings. She was wearing slightly below-the-knee shorts, leaving her feet entirely exposed in boots.

I lifted her feet towards me as if holding a fragile treasure, immediately feeling the warmth of her soles against my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; the scent of fur and the sweat of her feet, combined with the unique aroma of the stockings, filled my nostrils. I inhaled a few more times; the smell of the stockings and boots lessened, and the stench of her feet became more pronounced. It's called foot odor, but a girl's foot odor is relatively mild, with a hint of milk and bean fragrance, completely different from a man's stench. At least for me, a foot fetishist, it's something I absolutely love.

I couldn't resist making a few sarcastic remarks, turning to Tian Tian and saying, "Hey, woman, how often do you wash your feet? Don't the men who play with you mind that your feet are so smelly? Or do they just like it?" Anyway, I couldn't be happier. Actually, it's not even October yet, but some girls who are afraid of the cold have already put on long boots. So, keeping their feet warm is a given, and girls with a slightly sweaty constitution are bound to have smelly feet. Speaking of which, I wonder what her men think of her feet. If they just fuck her without knowing how to enjoy her feet, that's a real waste. But it doesn't matter, I'm going to realize the value of her feet now.

Speaking of which, she has traveled abroad several times, using these feet to travel to many countries in Europe, America, and Southeast Asia. But now these feet can't go anywhere, they're just soft toys in my hands.

At this moment, I noticed that her feet seemed to be a bit large. I compared them to my hand, and her feet were several centimeters longer than mine. Hehe, that's great! I actually don't like those tiny, loli-like feet; I think a real young girl's body should have a more mature, sophisticated look. Like, larger-sized feet. My fingers traced each of her five bean-sized toes. The girl's big toe and second toe were almost level, while the other toes were arranged in a stepped pattern. The toes were naturally close together, arranged very neatly. Tian Tian's big toe was strawberry-shaped, pointed at the top and rounded at the bottom, quite adorable.

Although the big toe was slightly large, it didn't disrupt the overall harmony. The other toes were oval-shaped. There weren't any calluses on any of her toes, which suggested she must have taken care of them regularly. Her toenails were also probably meticulously trimmed. It seemed unlikely she was a dancer; women who dance usually have beautiful legs but less attractive feet.

As I played with her toes, I said to Tian Tian, "Thank you, woman, for not going to dance class. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had so much fun today." Then I ran my fingernails back and forth across Tian Tian's soft soles. If she were still alive, she would probably laugh and pull her foot away. I lowered my head again to smell that scent: the girl's warm, slightly fragrant foot odor once again made me feel completely relaxed. At that moment, I felt a jolt in my heart.

I took off her other boot, and this time, as I took it off, I first held the boot shaft to my face and smelled it. First, a burst of heat escaped, then the pleasant smell of fur reacting with sweat, and the soft scent of stockings. Obviously, the smell of fur was stronger inside the boot. I put the boot aside and picked up her other stockinged foot. I don't like stockings, but I was quite fond of these black stockings. The shape and color of her jade-like feet were faintly visible through the stockings, and the faint, fleshy scent wafting around me intoxicated me. I cupped her feet in my hands and brought them to my nose. This time, the alluring scent of foot sweat was even stronger, and the smell of her stockings was also more pronounced. I wiggled her feet from side to side, letting her big toes touch back and forth, like a pair of jade branches. Playing with a girl's feet is the most important foreplay.

I put her feet down, bent down, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down her shorts. It turned out she was wearing white embroidered panties, quite cute. She was wearing black stockings with lace trim! This discovery surprised me; they were so sexy. My penis immediately became erect again. My fingers hooked the lace trim of the stockings, slowly rolling them down little by little. Unfortunately, the area where her thighs met was soaked with urine. This process made me restless.

Finally, I pulled them down to her toes; the stockings were a mess. After removing them, I could finally see her feet clearly.

In the moonlight, her feet looked exquisite and translucent, with neatly trimmed round toenails painted with bright pink nail polish.

I remember Tian Tian wearing sandals barefoot in the summer, but her toenails were painted a blatantly bright red, a color I found disgusting, so I never really looked at her feet closely.

Her smooth, silky insteps reflected an ivory-like sheen, tempting one to touch them. The entire instep was a pale white, with faintly visible veins that seemed to have stopped flowing. This whiteness extended to her toes, gradually fading to pink and flesh-colored. Each toe was as translucent and delicate as a scallion, turning pink towards the base. The toes were equally rounded and adorable. Turning to look at her soles, the five smooth, rounded toes were separated by fine, soft gaps, the toe pads glistening with a peach-pink sheen, looking exquisitely beautiful. The subtle lines on her soles exuded a sweet, fleshy fragrance; her jade-like arches were exceptionally soft, and her smooth, egg-shaped heels were flushed with a light red, the color gradually transitioning to a lotus-root white from the soles to the calves. There were a few calluses on the heel, obviously from wearing high-heeled boots—the price of beauty, I suppose.

I turned to her and said, "Woman, your feet are so beautiful, you take good care of them. Am I the only one who looks at them like this and praises them like this? Even though your feet smell bad, I'll still play with them without complaint. You shouldn't have any complaints about that, right?"

I opened my mouth and took half of her foot into my mouth. Although her feet were slender, they were still narrow like other girls' feet, so it wasn't difficult to put them in my mouth. My tongue softly rested on her sole, feeling the sweat on her sole slowly dissolving in my saliva, and I could smell the refreshing fragrance of her sole.

My tongue moved back and forth between her five lively and cute toes, the tip of my tongue brushing over a round toe, falling into the gap between the toes, and then moving to the next toe... I took her foot out of my mouth, the saliva on her toes still sticking together, forming a beautiful arc between us. I stuck out my tongue and licked her soft soles, tracing the lines of her feet repeatedly, the salty and pungent smell of her sweat melting in my mouth. I bit her toes, but not too hard, otherwise the police could use the teeth marks to indict me. I held her slender feet, rubbing and playing with them like a child with a beloved toy. And indeed, not only her smelly feet, but every part of this girl's body was my plaything. She was no longer the arrogant young lady, but a beautiful corpse to be toyed with.

I took a can of condensed milk from my bag and squeezed the cream onto Tian Tian's soles. As the thick, creamy substance flowed from her soles down her heels, I caught it with my tongue on her soles and licked it clean. I squeezed condensed milk between her toes again, then took half of her foot into my mouth, holding it tightly between my upper teeth and tongue until it was full of saliva. The condensed milk melted and overflowed my mouth. I pulled her foot out a bit, then held her toes tightly and sucked the condensed milk that flowed out. The aroma of cream combined with the stench of her feet… it tasted so wonderful! I felt a sweet fragrance on my tongue and couldn't help but bite into this sweet foot. My tongue roamed over the girl's soft, smooth, pinkish-white soles, gently rubbing the fine lines on her feet. I even bit her slender foot directly, holding her ankle and pulling her foot back and forth. Her soles and insteps, already thoroughly wet with saliva, made a "squeak" sound as my teeth scraped against them. I even scratched her soles for a while. Looking at these carefully cared-for and manicured feet, I think she could never have imagined that one day someone she had bullied would abuse her proud feet like this. Alright, enough time spent on those stinky feet, time to look at the rest.

I tossed those delicate feet aside and began examining the corpse's upper body. I pulled her close, letting her sit on my lap with her back against my chest. Her little head rested softly on my shoulder, and I could still smell the fresh scent of shampoo emanating from her hair. I hugged her from behind, bringing my face close to her ear and taking a deep breath of her unique fragrance—shampoo, a touch of perfume, plus the subtle scent of estrogen unique to teenage girls, especially those in love… completely different from her foot odor, yet equally alluring. How interesting, her upper body had a heart-pounding natural fragrance, while her lower body had a captivatingly alluring foot odor—a perfect combination.

Her current appearance was also amusing: her upper body was neatly dressed, but her lower body was only covered by a pair of wet underwear, her thighs and feet bare. My penis got hard again, and her heavy body was sitting on my lap, her little butt pressing directly against my erect penis, which felt very uncomfortable. So I decided to act immediately. First, I'd take off her leather jacket. Taking it off from behind would be easier. I reached behind and unzipped it from top to bottom, then pushed the corpse's back. The girl obediently bent over, and I pulled her arms behind her back, yanking the sleeves off the jacket.

After tossing it aside, I looked around again, then impatiently pulled the corpse's arms back to my chest. I crossed her arms in front and placed them around her waist, then slipped my fingers under the layers of her bra. I hooked all the elasticated edges of her clothes and lifted her arm, pulling the garment down to her armpits. Of course, the corpse wasn't cooperating at all, so I had to lift her limp arms high, grabbing her wrists with one hand—just like before—and quickly pulling the hem of her clothes with the other, pulling up the entire pullover bra. With the other hand helping, the still-fragrant clothing was completely removed from her body.

After the clothes were off, the girl's head drooped limply to her chest, her hair hanging there in a mess. Now only a camisole bra remained. I unzipped the bra from behind, grabbed the two shoulder straps, and pulled them up along her slender arms. The girl's white arms naturally rose passively, and as soon as the bra slipped off her wrists, her arms immediately fell, hitting her thighs with a "smack." I laid the corpse flat, grabbed the two thin straps on both sides of the girl's wet panties, pulled them down all the way to her feet, and then threw them aside. Excellent! Now this beautiful, alluring corpse lies naked before me.

Just as I imagined, her breasts remain high even while lying supine. Full, round, and elastic, like solidified cream, the rosy areolas take up a fifth of each breast, perfectly complemented by two firm, small, round nipples like grapes. I lean down and flicked her nipple with my tongue; the nipple's movement caused the entire breast to tremble slightly. I gently bit the tender tip and slowly lifted my head, the entire breast rising like a mountain peak. I opened my teeth, and the breast fell back down, swaying incessantly, reflecting a mesmerizing, whitish hue in the moonlight.

My gaze continued downwards. Her waist was slender and funnel-shaped, her abdomen smooth and without an ounce of fat, adorned with a cute belly button. Further down, I finally reached the girl's most private area. I parted her legs. Tian Tian's pubic area was slightly raised, already creating a small bulge in her underwear; now it was finally clear. There was a light-colored triangular patch of black hair—she was still a young girl after all. Mature women should have much denser pubic hair there.

Tian Tian's pubic hair was irregularly arranged, some sparse, some dense, some with droplets of urine still clinging to their tips. I pointed here and asked the corpse, "Woman, aren't you ashamed?" Of course, there was no response.

I looked down more closely. In the middle of the pubic hair was pink labia, naturally the color of a young girl, but unfortunately, I wondered how many men had used them, and whether they might have sexually transmitted diseases. But with condoms, there was no need to worry too much.

I brought my face close to her vagina and immediately smelled a faint odor of urine. However, just like foot odor, a girl's urine smells much better than a man's, especially the urine of this pretty toy in my hand. I pressed two fingers against her pubic hair on both sides, and with a little effort, her vaginal opening opened for me.

By the moonlight, I could see that the color inside her vagina was a tender pink, and above her vulva, I could see a small clitoris, like a grape seed. I reached over and gently hooked the clitoris from below. If she were still alive, she would moan and let lubrication flow from her vagina. But this was obviously useless against a corpse.

I noticed that there was still a trickle of urine flowing out from her vagina, originating from a small slit under her clitoris.

I suddenly had a wicked thought: I wanted to taste this guy's urine. It's embarrassing to admit, but it's downright perverted. But now she's my toy, and I can do whatever I want with her, so I didn't think too much about it.

I pursed my lips and pressed them against the girl's vulva. My tongue could already taste the salty, fishy smell of urine. I sucked hard from the slit under the beautiful clitoris, and without any doubt, I sucked out a mouthful of urine. After Tian Tian died, her muscles relaxed, including the sphincter muscles of her urethra; the fact that she had just been pressed and urinated out was the best proof of this. I didn't spit it out but instead slowly swirled it in my mouth with my tongue before swallowing it. It was salty, sour, and had a fishy smell, but the combination was surprisingly tempting. It wasn't exactly delicious, but it was very stimulating.

My lower body became hard again. After I drank the urine, there wasn't much left in her bladder; it all flowed down her genitals to her anus. Actually, I did this for another reason: it would be troublesome if she urinated out again when I was having sex with her later, and it would also affect my mood. At this moment, I turned the corpse over and looked at her buttocks. This big buttocks was really aesthetically pleasing, snow-white and perky, its round shape like a work of art. I pressed down on the two white buttocks and squeezed them apart, revealing the pink anus. Fortunately, no feces had been squeezed out earlier. I grabbed her calves and lifted her lower body, lowered my head and kissed her anus, sticking out my tongue to guide the remaining urine in my mouth into her anus. It was a good way to utilize the waste, avoiding the problem of dryness preventing penetration later when I was fucking her anus, which would require relying on other things.

I turned the corpse back over, spreading her legs and leaving her there. Now we looked quite ridiculous. This beautiful woman was completely naked, some hair covering her forehead and part of her face, her mouth slightly upturned, shamelessly displaying her pair of white breasts as if showing off, her thighs spread wide, revealing her secret place, with a trickle of urine flowing from her vagina. Her five toes were also pointing straight up at the sky, emitting a strong foot odor. I, on the other hand, was neatly dressed, kneeling in front of her.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already erect and thick penis, grabbed the corpse's ankles with both hands, placed them on my shoulders, and inserted it into the girl's lower body. I naturally used a condom, although it wasn't as pleasurable, it avoided the hassle of cleaning up afterwards. Fortunately, the imported brand-name condoms felt almost the same with or without them. I thrust into her vagina without any tenderness. That's right, she's already dead, devoid of dignity and personality, just a pile of dead flesh, a soft toy for someone to vent their frustrations on. What need is there for tenderness?

My thick penis thrust into her narrow passage. It wasn't very tight, and there was no hymen; I hadn't really expected that anyway. My hot, thick penis pressed against the slightly cool vaginal walls, waves of pleasure shooting through me like electric currents. I arched my back, pulled out a little, then thrust in again, pulled out again, thrust in again, repeating this action over and over, faster and faster, more and more pleasurable.

Her vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, each thrust creating friction and pressure against the soft flesh, a sensation so pleasurable it was almost unbearable. I continued this, pulling her feet down from my shoulders, pressing her slightly cool soles against my face, letting them stomp against my cheeks. I felt the soft touch of her feet while inhaling the faint scent of foot odor, waves of pleasure washing over me.

I thrust into the girl's genitals repeatedly, quickly and powerfully, making "slap, slap" sounds.

My penis rubbed against her clitoris rapidly, the small clitoris moving in and out with each thrust of my thick shaft. Tian Tian's head swayed from side to side with the trembling of her corpse, as if shaking her head to the rhythm, her slightly open mouth and serene expression suggesting she was intoxicated by the sensation.

Her long hair, pressed beneath her body, straightened and curled as she shook her head. Her pair of healthy, full breasts rolled back and forth with the swaying of her corpse, the two restless nipples bouncing back and forth on her white mounds.

After about ten minutes of thrusting and playing with her feet, I almost convulsed as I thrust forward, my enlarged penis slamming open the opening deep inside the girl's cervix, and semen, like boiling, molten lava, gushed out continuously, but unfortunately, it didn't directly enter the girl's warm womb. Instead, it went into the condom.

After a burst of ejaculation, I stopped and knelt between her firm, white breasts, feeling the soft warmth massaging my face. I didn't dare make any sudden movements, lest the condom slip and leave evidence.

I slightly raised my head and bit one of her nipples, licking and teasing it with my tongue; the tiny cherry danced on my tongue. Heh, it's a pity this thing will never be of any real use again—for breastfeeding a baby. Since that's the case, I'll enjoy this nipple one last time. Gently biting this soft toy, a layer of sadness welled up in my heart. I had deprived a girl of so many rights…

I tried sucking a couple of times, of course, but no milk came out; I just wanted to feel it, to think about how babies suckle… I straightened up again and pressed and swirled her breasts. The feeling of kneading those two large breasts in my hands was wonderful. I just never understood why her areolas were so large; they didn't look like a young girl's at all. Actually, I prefer a girl's feet to her breasts, but I still played with her breasts for a long enough time before doing anything else.

I turned the corpse over, so she was lying face down on the ground. I lifted her slender waist from the side, pulling her up while using my other hand to push her knees forward, positioning her in a kneeling, kowtowing position. Her anus, like a chrysanthemum, was sticking up high, and semen from her vagina was still sliding down her inner thighs, her arms limply draped at her sides.

She looked incredibly alluring!

My fingers gently caressed her anus, feeling the soft, undulating spiral folds of her anal areola.

Of course, I needed to change the condom. Once everything was ready, I raised my already eager, thick penis, gripped Tian Tian's waist with both hands, and forcefully thrust it in. It was indeed very tight; even with the lubrication of urine, it was still somewhat difficult to enter. My thick penis slowly advanced inside, gradually widening her rectum. Judging from the tightness, it seemed the girl usually only had sex with men from the front, not from behind. How interesting, quite particular and principled. After she had basically adjusted, I began to thrust forcefully. Since she was gripping even tighter, the friction between my penis and the vaginal walls was more intense, and the itchy pleasure was more pronounced. The corpse's buttocks were incredibly elastic; each forceful thrust would compress her buttocks into an irregular shape, then quickly bounce back into two rounded halves with each thrust. The corpse's hands trembled and rolled back and forth with the wave-like movement. After basically widening her rectum, my hands left her waist, as I no longer needed to assist. My hand moved to Tian Tian's feet again. Although I couldn't see her feet, I could feel the rows of creases on the soles of her feet caused by the angle between her ankles and soles. My fingers rubbed and wandered over her soles, which was also quite entertaining. Finally, I ejaculated again, my semen filling the condom. Afterward, I withdrew my now shrunken penis and lay down beside the corpse, panting heavily.

I turned to look at the kneeling corpse beside me, her buttocks raised high, her head bowed as if in a humble posture.

Grabbing the corpse's feet, I pulled them back without hesitation. Tian Tian fell to the ground with a "thud," her feet bouncing and trembling twice. It was almost time to end it. I turned Tian Tian's body over and kissed her from head to toe again, even licking her feet for a while.

Okay, time to clean up. I got up and dressed. I looked around, took out a special water bottle from my bag, and inserted the thin nozzle into the girl's vagina to clean it slightly. I then turned the body over into a defecating position, supporting Tian Tian's upper body with one hand and inserting the nozzle of a water bottle into her anus with the other. Although the police were unlikely to find semen, it was still better to wash it to be safe. I immediately sprinkled lime on the ground where I had violated the body. After spraying some air freshener, I covered it with soil. This way, it would be difficult for the police to find any trace. Even if the police eventually found her body, I wouldn't let them find semen to extract DNA so easily. After the basic cleaning was completed, I put the body's clothes, shoes, and socks into a large bag, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and carried the naked body upside down to the designated location. There was a pit that had been dug.

Now I was supporting the body's large buttocks, her hindquarters facing forward and her head facing backward. Along the way, Tian Tian's two feet swayed back and forth with each step, bumping against each other. Still so alluring. I touched her round, soft buttocks, feeling quite emotional. When we arrived at the location, I placed the naked body into the pit and threw her clothes in as well.

But I put her boots and lace stockings into my backpack. I was still somewhat unwilling. I picked up Tian Tian's feet again and continued to sniff, kiss, and lick them. One foot was completely overpowered by the smell of condensed milk, so I ignored it. I completely absorbed the odor from the other foot and threw it back into the pit. Looking at Tian Tian, still displaying her beautiful feet, her vaginal opening open, her breasts erect, and her mouth slightly parted, I was filled with mixed emotions. Whether she was her parents' darling or some men's angel, she was now just a corpse, a corpse whose entire body I had played with. I gently rubbed the corpse's breasts, recalling that wonderful moment... until I felt I had wasted too much time.

After sprinkling lime on the corpse, I took out a folding entrenching tool from my bag and filled it in, carefully cleaning up any signs of work, making sure the soil covering it looked more natural. Then I sprayed some air freshener. After that, I sprayed all the places I had been, especially near the road, with diluted air freshener and a very light perfume. Since I also had to spray the surrounding areas, I used up several bottles. I carefully swept away Tian Tian's footprints with a broom. After about half an hour of meticulous work, it was finally almost done. I went to the other side of the woods, swept away the traces and sprayed pesticide again, then crossed the road, rode my bicycle for a while, changed my clothes, and took a detour home. The surveillance cameras didn't capture anything, including those near the school.

Sure enough, the police came to investigate the matter the next day. Those days were really troublesome. They questioned and investigated many people,

especially her shady boyfriends and those who usually opposed her. I was only asked a few simple questions, and that was the end of it. Later, she was declared missing.

I kept those leather boots and stockings, often smelling them until the smell of her feet completely disappeared.

After that, I just kept them. Until I went to university and got a girlfriend, those expensive imported leather boots ended up on her feet. She was a kind and gentle girl. She especially loved those leather boots worth tens of thousands of yuan. Of course, I often abused her equally beautiful feet, listening to her soft and lovely moans, and couldn't help but sigh at how wonderful life was. Sometimes I think of Tian Tian. I know what I did was wrong, but there's no going back now. I can only wish her peace.

[The End]

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