[New Year's Home] [Authors: Chef M, Ziyun]

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Author: Chef M, Ziyun
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"Here." A-Mao handed Zi-Jun a plane ticket.
Zi-Jun took it casually and glanced at it. "This isn't a ticket back to Hong Kong."
"Yeah, after the trip, come with me back to my hometown. It's almost Chinese New Year, and I have some things to take care of.
It'll only take a short time to go home and visit. Want to keep me company?"
Zi-Jun patted her phone helplessly. "I can keep you company, but you'll have to get me a new phone
. I don't know why it's broken." Zi-Jun said with a mischievous smile.
A-Mao gave an OK sign. "Then come with me."
Just as Zi-Jun took A-Mao's arm and walked into the waiting hall, a smile appeared on A-Mao's lips, a
smile that seemed completely out of place between the two of them.
After several hours of travel, Zi-Jun arrived at a villa in the suburbs. The high walls made it
impossible to see inside. She looked at her phone, which wouldn't turn on. She had gotten into the car that brought her here right after getting off the plane. Looking around at
the birdsong and fragrant flowers, she felt completely out of place with the urban atmosphere of her phone. She had been missing for 10
hours , and Zi Jun herself was amazed at how she had survived for so long.
"A-Mao's back!" Before he could even knock, a beautiful woman burst through the door, giving A-Mao a tight
hug.
"This is my mother," A-Mao explained awkwardly to Zi Jun, still somewhat embarrassed by his mother's embrace.
"Oh, you brought your girlfriend back too!" A-Mao's mother was incredibly welcoming, showing no
embarrassment whatsoever.
Zi Jun, however, responded somewhat awkwardly, "Hello, Auntie."
"Come in, come in quickly. What are you two standing there for?"
A-Mao took Zi Jun's luggage and went inside. Zi Jun followed, feeling a little embarrassed, as this
was the first time she had met A-Mao's mother.
Once settled, A-Mao's mother handed them two glasses of water.
"Perfect, I was thirsty," A-Mao said, gulping down most of the glass.
Zi Jun also felt thirsty from the journey and drank quite a bit as well.
"Come on, sit down." Amao's mother pulled Zijun to sit on the sofa, her enthusiasm making Zijun a
little uncomfortable.
"Come on, let me see." As she spoke, Amao's mother took Zijun's hand and started looking at and touching it.
"So young, look at this skin, so smooth."
"Haha, thank you. Auntie looks very young too."
Amao's mother then moved her hand up Zijun's arm, "Amao really has good taste, bringing home a good girl
."
Zijun couldn't stand Amao's mother touching and pinching her so much, she turned her head and whispered to Amao,
"What is your mother doing?"
"Nothing, she's just checking the quality of your meat." Amao replied unhurriedly.
"Huh?" Zijun didn't understand.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, my mother wants to invite you to our family's New Year's Eve dinner. We were just missing a piece of meat,
but now we have you." Amao pointed at Zijun.
Looking at A-Mao's chilling gaze, Zi Jun shivered. "What did you say?!" Zi
Jun wondered if she had misheard. She tried to stand up, but stumbled and fell back down.
"Relax. The water you just drank is so strong that even a calf couldn't move now. Let's see what the ingredients for
this year 's New Year's Eve dinner are like." With that, A-Mao's mother began to undress Zi Jun piece by piece
.
"Stop...stop...you bastard...stop...stop...stop..." Zi Jun was completely unable
to resist , even her speech was stuttering and she became utterly threatening. She could only let A-Mao's mother do as she pleased.
In no time, Zi Jun was completely naked. A-Mao's mother touched her body; her delicate, smooth skin exuded
youthful vitality, her breasts were full and firm, her waist and abdomen looked quite sturdy without any excess fat, and her
plump buttocks were also very alluring.
"Such fine flesh, this cut of meat is quite good too." With that, A-Mao's mother inserted her fingers into Zi-Jun's
pink and moist vulva. Stimulated, Zi-Jun's lower body trembled and contracted involuntarily. A-Mao's mother satisfiedly savored
the juicy, tender flesh.
"A-Mao, the pig you chose for the New Year this year is truly excellent. It looks like this year's New Year's Eve dinner will be quite sumptuous and delicious.
"
"No...no...don't joke around...I'm not food..." Zi-Jun tried to resist, but
was powerless . A relentless wave of sleepiness began to erode her brain, her eyes drooping. A-Mao's mother patted her leg
and said, "She doesn't need this now." Just as she finished speaking, Zi-Jun lost consciousness and fell asleep; a true
nightmare had begun.
The two carried Zi-Jun to the kitchen counter that had been prepared beforehand.
A-Mao's mother looked at Zi-Jun. "She looks more and more like meat."
"And more and more delicious, haha." With that, A-Mao separated Zi-Jun's hands and feet and tied them to the four corners of the counter
. Zi-Jun lay on her back, her perfect body fully exposed.
"These need to be cut off first." Amao's mother marked the area below Zijun's shoulders and at the base of her legs with
a circle of marks.
Amao's sharp guillotine was already aligned with the marks. With a few quick strokes, the blade
cleanly severed Zijun's limbs. Zijun remained unconscious and unresponsive. Amao's mother quickly
used a red-hot iron to stop the bleeding.
"Alright, I wonder if she'll like it when she wakes up," Amao's mother joked.
Amao carried the limbless Zijun to her room upstairs, while Amao's mother tidied Zijun's limbs
into a basket. There was some New Year's Eve dinner to prepare in advance.
"We'll be busy before the New Year, but this is what makes it feel like the New Year."
The morning sun had just shone into the room when Zijun opened her eyes groggily. She looked at the ceiling, then turned her head
to look at Amao, who was also lying beside her, who had just opened his eyes.
"Darling, you're awake?" Amao mumbled sleepily.
"Hmm, but I had a strange dream, a nightmare. I dreamt that you tricked me into coming to your house, wanted to eat
me, and cut off my limbs..."
Just as Zi Jun finished speaking the last word, her throat suddenly choked, because she really
couldn't her limbs.
"Of course it's not a dream, do you like it, darling?"
A Mao pulled back the covers first, and Zi Jun looked down at her body; her bare torso had no limbs.
She had truly been reduced to a human stump. "You...you bastard, how...how could you do this to me?" Zi Jun
realized she had become like this, her head buzzing as if it were about to explode. She cursed, desperately trying to convince herself that this
wasn't real.
A Mao pulled Zi Jun close. Without her limbs, Zi Jun's body felt much lighter, and she was manipulated like
a toy. "This is so nice," A Mao said, stroking Zi Jun's chest and belly,
the smooth texture feeling wonderful.
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" Zi Jun threatened helplessly, but A Mao
didn't care . In his eyes, Zi Jun's writhing body was like a fat fish out of water.
"Don't be angry, come on, let me make you happy and comfortable." A Mao lay flat on his back and placed Zi Jun on his lap
.
Zi Jun looked down and saw that A Mao's erect penis was already pressed against the entrance of her vagina. "You... what are you going to
do ? Stop... stop."
"What else can I do? We've done it so many times, why are you still shy?" A Mao
said .
Zi Jun twisted her waist and buttocks like a worm, trying to prevent A Mao's penis from entering. "No...
stop ... you bastard... ah...!"
Before she could finish speaking, A Mao seized the opportunity and thrust into Zi Jun's vagina. His erect penis hit
her cervix, and Zi Jun cried out in pain.
"Pull... pull it out... it hurts."
A Mao didn't say anything but used the power of his hips and waist to move Zi Jun.
"Ah~ ah~ ah~, no... don't move. Ah~ ah."
Gradually, Zi Jun's painful moans were mixed with tender gasps, and the violent thrusting actually gave Zi Jun
waves of pleasure.
"This feels so good. I've fucked you so many times, but this time it's really amazing. I never knew your pussy could be
so tight." A-Mao held Zi-Jun's waist and hips with both hands, and each time he thrust in hard all the way in. His glans repeatedly passed through
Zi-Jun's entire vagina and hit her uterus. Without her limbs, Zi-Jun had completely become a living
masturbation cup in A-Mao's hands, venting A-Mao's sexual desire.
"Ahhh~ Gently... gently, gently, woo woo~ woo~ ah... ah~ ahhh~ no~ don't
insert it anymore~ ahhh~."
"You slut, you seem to be enjoying it, why did you stop?"
"I can't take it anymore... ahhh~ ah~ woo woo~."
The space between A-Mao's penis and Zi-Jun's vagina was no longer dry, but with each thrust,
white lubricant was gushing out. A-Mao felt Zi-Jun's vagina begin to spasm and contract. He obviously increased the speed of his thrusting
. Under the control of pleasure, Zi-Jun also began to talk nonsense. With A-Mao's last thrust, he inserted his entire penis completely
into Zi-Jun's body, and a stream of hot semen shot into Zi-Jun's body through the cervix. Zi-Jun's
vagina, which was spasming with orgasm, seemed to be squeezing out the last drop of A-Mao's semen.
Amao pulled his penis out of Zijun's body, still sticky with a trace of reluctant fluid. He
gagged Zijun, removed the pillow, and placed her on the headboard. The human masturbator instantly transformed into a human pillow
, incredibly comfortable to hold and use. Amao rested his head on Zijun's lower back, his head nestled perfectly against the natural
indentation , while the back of his head rested on her plump buttocks—more comfortable than the finest goose down, incredibly bouncy
. Amao's hand reached to Zijun's chest, caressing her full, rounded breasts as he drifted off to sleep
.
Zijun lay listlessly on the bed, thick semen flowing from her mouth, vagina, and anus. She
had completely become a sex toy, a masturbator. For the past few days, Amao and his family's penises had continuously
injected copious amounts of semen into her orifices. To say Zijun had given up resisting would be an understatement; she was now like a
soulless utterly incapable of resistance.
Before they knew it, it was the morning of New Year's Eve. Amao, his head resting on Zijun's body, unconsciously began
to suckle at her sweet nipple. The alarm clock rang, pulling Amao from his sweet dream.
"Hmm...it's New Year's Eve. Come on, Zijun, today's going to be busy." Amao slapped
Zijun's plump buttocks to wake her.
"So, you're finally going to eat me up? You bastard..."
"Yeah, the day has finally come. These past few days have been amazing, fucking you to death. But today we can
truly enjoy your flesh. First, we need to clean you up; we don't want your
semen ruining the New Year's Eve feast."
Zijun was speechless with resistance, but thinking of her impending death, she silently shed
tears. Amao, naked, hoisted the equally naked Zijun onto his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Amao kneaded Zijun's tender flesh. The slippery, wet skin made him
erect . He lathered Zijun's face with shower gel, then rubbed her against his own body. Her soft breasts
pressed against him, creating rich lather. Her two erect, delicate nipples slid against his skin ,
bringing him unprecedented pleasure. Zijun's two tender labia teased
Amao's erect penis again and again. Suddenly, Amao's penis plunged into Zijun's vagina. Zijun
groaned softly, her vagina tightening around his penis.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a naked person entered.
"Brother, you didn't even say anything before washing the meat. I'd help you."
"Easy for you to say, hurry up and come on."
The one who came in earlier was A-Mao's younger brother, A-Jie. Seeing that A-Mao had already penetrated Zi-Jun's vagina, A-Jie took some
shower gel and applied it to Zi-Jun's back, then spread her two plump buttocks apart. His penis was already erect. It seemed that he
had heard the commotion in the bathroom before coming in, and had come in after taking off his clothes.
"No, no~ don't~."
A-Jie directly thrust into Zi-Jun's anus. Zi-Jun's lower body muscles trembled in pain, which made the two penises inside her
even tighter. The two men sandwiched Zi-Jun like this, and the two
penises began to move in and out of Zi-Jun's body in a continuous piston-like motion.
"Ahhh~ stop~ stop~ I can't take it~ ahhh~ umm umm umm!" Zi-Jun trembled and begged for mercy. The two
penises gave her no chance to breathe. The feeling of excitement was almost reaching orgasm.
"Mmm~ I'm going to climax~ Ahhh~ So good~ So good~ Stop it~ Ah~ Ah~." Zi Jun,
on the verge of collapse, started drooling and talking nonsense, with only a sliver of reason left to stop it all.
"You slut, you finally said it, didn't you? Actually, you felt incredibly good!"
"No~ no no~ ahh~ um~ um~ um~ um~!"
Seeing that Zi Jun was still not being honest, A Mao and A Jie thrust their penises completely into Zi Jun's body with each stroke and
began to speed up.
"Ahhh~ no~ no~ I'm going to~ stop~ ahhh~ stop~ it feels good~ ahhh~ I'm going to
~ orgasm~ umm~."
Although Zi Jun tried to suppress her feelings, she was quickly forced to orgasm by the two brothers' attacks
. As Zi Jun's vaginal walls contracted during her orgasm, the two brothers' penises injected their hot semen into her.
After they finished, the two brothers threw Zi Jun on the bathroom floor, took a brush and a hose, and scrubbed her clean like a pig
, then carried her into the kitchen.
"So slow, playing with food again!" A Mao's mother said, looking at the exhausted Zi Jun.
"What does it matter? We worked hard, we even cleaned her intestines thoroughly." A-
Mao squeezed Zi-Jun's lower abdomen, and clean droplets of water flowed from her anus to prove they hadn't slacked off.
"Please let me go, I don't taste good." Zi-Jun finally begged for mercy in the face of death.
A-Mao's mother glanced at her, "You're in this state and you still want to go back? What would you do back there? Stay here and do
something you can, like the main dish for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner. Okay, behave yourself."
After saying that, A-Mao's mother picked up a metal rod, pressed a button, and a serrated
blade extended from the tip of the metal rod, making a clicking sound that sent chills down Zi-Jun's spine. A-Mao's mother gave a signal, and the two brothers turned
Zi-Jun over, each using one hand to spread apart her two plump buttocks, revealing her pink anus
. Zi-Jun finally understood what the metal rod was for, but what use was it?
Amao's mother used her fingers to scoop out a piece of grease and pressed it onto Zijun's tense, twitching anus. The cool grease
was slowly inserted, and Amao's mother carefully smeared it inside her anus until it
was smooth both inside and out. Her fingers slid smoothly inside.
"Ahhh~ Take it out~ Ahhh~ I can't take it anymore~ Uhhh~ Stop, I can't~ I can't take it anymore, what
are you doing, ahhh~ ummhh~" Zijun groaned, saying she wanted to stop, but her face
was full of pleasure as she completely enjoyed the sensation of the anus being penetrated.
Just as Zijun was caught in a dilemma between pleasure and indifference, Amao's mother pulled her fingers out, but immediately afterward, a
cold iron rod was inserted into her anus.
"Ahhh~ So cold~ So cold~ Waaah~ Stop, stop~." Zijun's twitching anus instinctively tried
to expel the iron rod.
A snapping sound was heard. "It hurts~ it hurts, what did you do to me, waah~ it hurts so much, pull it out~ pull it out,
pull it out quickly." Zi Jun cried out in pain. But what she asked next was definitely the last thing she wanted to see.
"Since you want it so badly, then pull it out." A Mao's mother chuckled evilly and pulled out the metal rod
, but the tip of the metal rod bit into Zi Jun's intestines and pulled them out together.
"Ahhh~ it hurts so much~ did you do something to me? Waaah~ it hurts so much! No~ no~ no~.
" Large tears streamed down Zi Jun's cheeks. She tried to pull the already pulled-out intestines out,
but it seemed futile.
A Mao's mother twisted the iron rod in her hand, and Zi Jun's intestines were wrapped around it
. Without limbs, Zi Jun now wanted to writhe like a silkworm, forced to vomit out the intestines from her stomach.
"Ahhh~ please~ stop~ stop~ I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much~." Zi Jun
felt the contents of her stomach gradually decreasing, and her empty stomach seemed to make her belly sink in.
"Just bear with it a little longer," said A-Mao's mother, but Zi-Jun's intestines
seemed endless, and the iron rod in her hand, now shaped like a spindle, showed no signs of stopping.
A-Mao took a syringe and plunged it into Zi-Jun's neck, injecting a stream of cold liquid. "This
biological sedative will make you feel better and will help you hold out until the New Year's Eve dinner starts. It's still a long way before the food is served."
After the injection, Zi-Jun's pain lessened considerably, but this wasn't out of pity from A-Mao; he simply didn't want to miss the fun before
the New Year's Eve dinner and the most delicious moment before the food was served.
As the intestines were pulled out to their limit, Zi-Jun felt as if her stomach and throat were being ripped out. A-Mao's
mother took a pair of scissors and snipped the pulled-out intestines, then inserted her hand into Zi-Jun's anus.
Although her intestines were out, the intact sphincter still required force to push them back in. Then
, the remaining organs inside her were pulled out one by one: uterus, ovaries, bladder, kidneys, liver, and some fatty
omentum. After Zi Jun was injected with the drug, her anus was repeatedly penetrated and manipulated by his arm. Because she felt no pain, only
pleasure, she was already rolling her eyes in ecstasy, her moans
sounding .
"The rest is up to you," said A Mao's mother, carrying a basin of Zi Jun's anus to the side to deal with it.
A Mao impatiently inserted a hose into Zi Jun's anus, and the cold water began to wash over
her empty abdomen. A large amount of water filled her belly, but without a uterus and intestines, the water
flowed from her mouth and vagina, creating a veritable body fountain. Zi Jun tried to swallow the water back down, but a large amount
flowed back into her lungs, and the water, having nowhere to go, was coughed up, drawing laughter from the two men.
After clear fluid flowed from Zi Jun's vagina, A Mao pulled out the tube. The two men supported
the exhausted Zi Jun, and with each cough, water oozed from her mouth and vagina. They even
shook her as if she were using the toilet, trying to empty her body as much water as possible.
Then, a piercing rod was aimed at Zi Jun's anus and inserted into the remaining intestines. The rod
easily through her abdomen and into her chest. Zi Jun had difficulty breathing; she could clearly feel
the cold rod inside her body, like a cold-blooded snake, moving through her chest. A Mao's brother grabbed her hair, tilting her
head back to keep her mouth and throat straight. Zi Jun opened her eyes wide in pain, watching
helplessly as the rod emerged from her mouth and pierced through her entire body.
Zi Jun groaned on the treatment table, large tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. It was unclear whether it was
pain , excitement, or simply sorrow at the tragic prospect of being eaten.
Ah Mao patted Zi Jun's plump buttocks, his hands smearing olive oil on her body. "Do you remember
when we went to the beach last time you asked me to put sunscreen on you? Your figure is even better than then, look..."
"Just thinking about the feel of it is delicious. Back then, it was to prevent my skin from getting tanned, but this will help you get
a better tan later," A-Mao jokingly recalled.
Zi-Jun could only moan and whimper now, otherwise she would definitely
use her hands as well as her mouth. Now she could only be forced to accept the olive oil spa by A-Mao, turning her over and over.
Soon A-Mao had covered every corner of Zi-Jun's body with olive oil. He flicked Zi-Jun's
erect nipple hard with his finger, "You slut, your erect nipples have already exposed your true nature. Look how excited you are
."
The sudden attack on her tender nipples immediately made Zi-Jun's moans even louder, and
her trembling body brought her to another orgasm.
The two brothers lifted Zi Jun, one in front and one behind. She was now like a hunted animal skewered on a pole. The charcoal in
the roasting pit was already prepared, the burning charcoal radiating distorted heat. Zi Jun
moved back a little in fear, only a tiny bit on the piercing pole, but she couldn't escape the
pole that had already pierced her.
Now no one would pity Zi Jun, because here she was just an undercooked animal. The only thing to do with
food was to heat it up. The two brothers lifted Zi Jun above the roasting pit. Even before placing her on the rack, Zi Jun
could feel the heat of the charcoal burning her flesh, especially her two sensitive nipples, which were already tingling
.
After Zi Jun was placed on the charcoal fire, she opened her eyes wide and made muffled noises, her body twisting violently
. Although the medicine masked some of her pain, the fear of being roasted alive and losing her life still made her
fight with last bit of strength. Zi Jun was so anxious that she shed her last tears, but it was all in vain. This only made A
Mao very satisfied. Seeing that the food was still so fresh, it would definitely be very delicious in a while.
Amao took a brush and began to apply barbecue sauce to Zijun's body, starting from the back of her neck.
The light brown sauce covered Zijun's fair skin, and slowly her entire back was covered with barbecue sauce. Amao
then used the brush to apply some barbecue sauce to the tops of Zijun's two round buttocks. The sauce flowed down the shape of her buttocks
. Although her front was being grilled by charcoal, she could still feel an itch in her lower body. The sauce
flowed between her buttocks, continuously flowing through the crevice and across her entire vulva, finally dripping into the charcoal fire with
a hissing sound and a strong smoky smell.
Zi Jun's resistance had lessened compared to before, but her muscles trembled intermittently.
Since her feet weren't secured to the piercing rod, A Mao used a secondary rod. Although not as thick as the primary rod, its tip
was shaped like a penis. A Mao didn't immediately insert it; he smeared the entire secondary rod with barbecue sauce,
parted Zi Jun's labia, and deeply inserted the delicious secondary rod into her vagina
, securing it to the primary rod. Zi Jun, who had been somewhat listless from the grilling, suddenly perked up, her body trembling as if in climax ,
and her moans becoming increasingly lewd.
A Mao directed his brother to rotate the piercing rod, turning Zi Jun over. The barbecue marathon's baton
shifted from her chest and abdomen to her back and buttocks. Zi Jun's frontal body turned slightly flushed, steam
rising from her skin. "Looks like her front needs some mineral water," A Mao joked.
Amao, brush in hand, began to apply the paste to Zijun's two undulating breasts. Amao
felt the brush in his hand was like a small boat on waves; he couldn't forcefully resist the waves, but rather
conquer these two large, beautiful breasts by following their undulations. The two protruding nipples were proof of its effectiveness. Each time
the brush brushed across her nipples, her ecstatic expression and trembling body said it all.
Driven by heat and steam, the secondary rod in Zijun's vagina began to penetrate deeply. Under
the influence of the drug, the remaining pain transformed into pleasure, and the intensified tension and excitement brought Zijun to orgasm repeatedly.
Waves of pleasure, like tides, assaulted Zijun's brain, making her forget that she was being
roasted alive, or rather, that she had accepted that she had transformed from a woman into a beast of flesh.
After A-Mao finished brushing Zi-Jun's thick, juicy vulva,
he coated every inch of her skin from her neck down with barbecue sauce. Now, all he had to do was patiently rotate Zi-Jun's body, ensuring her perfect
flesh was evenly heated. This charcoal-grilled female meat would surely be the most eye-catching main dish for the New Year's Eve dinner. As she slowly rotated
, Zi-Jun lost all sense of time. She didn't remember how long she'd been on the fire or
how many .
After several hours of slow roasting, Zi-Jun's breasts, which had once had a pudding-like elasticity, were now cooked and set, no longer
changing shape with her rotations. She was exhausted; even breathing was a struggle, her chest heaving slightly
. The juices from the roasting dripped from the corner of her mouth, where she was biting the piercing rod. It was hard to tell if it was saliva or juice,
but she could definitely taste herself.
"Will she be satisfied with her own taste? I just want to take a bite just from the smell," A-Mao thought,
swallowing hard as he smelled the wonderful aroma and looked at the two round, glistening buttocks.
Zi Jun's body convulsed, as if experiencing the final climax of her life. Her life, mixed with
the alluring fragrance emanating from her flesh, dissipated into the air. She had finally become the protagonist of A Mao's family's New Year's Eve dinner.
Evening finally arrived. A rectangular dining table was beautifully decorated with pristine white plates, gleaming cutlery,
vibrant flowers, and exquisite fruits. However, a plate large enough to hold a person in the center was
empty, lacking the soul of this dinner.
A Mao and his brother carried the piercing rod—or rather, the already roasted Zi Jun. Her fair skin
was coated with a glossy golden hue from the charcoal fire. The sweet aroma of her flesh was mouthwatering, and the rendered
fat gathered at her nipples, tempting one to suckle them before they fell.
The two placed Zi Jun face up on the plate. After the convulsing piercing rod pierced her, A Mao turned Zi Jun
's stiff, tilted head back. Her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling, as if waiting for this sumptuous
dinner to begin.
The sound of firecrackers outside the window was deafening, and fireworks made the lonely night exceptionally festive. Every household celebrated a better year
tonight , and Amao's family was no exception. The four of them sat around the dining table: Amao,
his younger brother, Amao's mother, and Amao's father, who had been busy until the last day of the year. The family faced a table full of beautiful food.
This was a way to reward themselves for a year of hard work, but their New Year's Eve dinner was slightly different from others.
Instead of chicken, duck, fish, or goose, the center of the table was a whole roasted young girl. If it weren't for the steaming heat and the enticing aroma of meat, one would
probably think she was asleep. Zi Jun, sculpted into a human stick, lay on a plate, her limbs back on her
body, though the dismembered sections were still faintly visible.
"On this night of bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new, our family is gathered together, and we have a delicious 'New Year' pig'—
it truly feels like the New Year," said A-Mao's mother as she distributed the tableware.
"A year of hard work, but this meal makes it all worthwhile. It seems my son has really grown up, bringing back
such a high-quality carcass. He definitely inherited it from me."
"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. Inherited from him? Look at him! It's our son's skill that's so great.
The carcasses he brings back these past few years have gotten better and better."
"Then I'll keep up the good work, haha."
"Enough talk, let's begin. You can really resist such a delicious pile of meat in front of you." Amao
's younger brother couldn't contain himself and was already swallowing hard.
"Look at your brother's behavior. Let's begin. As usual, one chopstick for each person. Let your dad go first.
Here, Lao Jin." Amao's mother handed him a pair of extra-long chopsticks.
"Then I won't be polite." Amao's father took the long chopsticks and used the tips to part the
labia of Zi Jun's lower body and insert them. The chopsticks went in very deep, reaching his stomach. After some exploration, Amao's father selected a piece of meat and
picked it out from between Zi Jun's labia. A long, tender strand of intestine stretched between the chopsticks and the vaginal opening,
indistinguishable as either a thick sauce or collagen-rich vaginal fluid, perhaps already mixed together. The intestine, which had been
pulled out was stuffed back into Zi Jun's body after being prepared by Amao's mother, only now rolled into
round shapes with square cutouts in the center resembling ancient coins.
"Another intestine, just like last year. Looks like I'm destined for a life of hard work." Amao's father licked the intestine into
his mouth. Zi Jun's intestines were perfectly prepared, without any unpleasant odor yet retaining their fatty aroma. Amao 's
father chewed and savored Zi Jun's intestines with gusto, while subtly complaining about his own arduous life.
"You've got some luck with women, how about I change things up for you?" Amao's mother's words carried a hidden meaning.
"No, no, hahaha, just kidding." Amao's father quickly chuckled sheepishly.
Amao took the chopsticks and inserted them into Zi Jun's vagina as well, without hesitation, picking
out .
"Oh~ Looks like A-Mao's luck is on his side this year. He managed to pick out both. Looks like A-Mao
's going to bring home another beautiful piece of meat this year," A-Mao's mom immediately recognized the ball-shaped piece of meat A-Mao was picking up as Zi-Jun's ovary.
"Watch me." A-Mao ate Zi-Jun's egg yolk; the soft, tender, and fragrant taste immediately awakened his
taste buds. Zi-Jun's egg yolk was perfect as an appetizer.
"My turn, my turn." A-Mao's younger brother couldn't wait any longer and picked out a thick piece of meat—
Zi-Jun's honey pot meat.
"A-Jie's luck with love is good this year; looks like next time it'll be a double feast. Go A-Jie, Mom's rooting for you
."
A-Jie was already eating Zi-Jun's honey pot meat; the thick piece of meat provided an exceptionally chewy texture. A-Jie
nodded too busy to even open his mouth to reply.
A-Mao's mom also picked up a piece of fatty intestine at the end. "Looks like I'm also lucky in money," she deliberately
said to A-Mao's dad.
After the appetizers, everyone's attention turned to the main dish of the evening, Zi Jun's body. The crispy, glistening skin of the roasted
meat, glistening with oil droplets, was incredibly tempting, its golden color and rich aroma whetting everyone's appetite. Amao's
mother plunged a bone-cutting knife into Zi Jun's navel, the crispy skin making a delightful "crunch" sound. She then sliced
upwards through Zi Jun's belly, revealing marbled fat and lean meat brimming with juicy goodness. Zi Jun's belly was now
open, and his intestines, uterus, and other internal organs, prepared as a stew by Amao's mother, were returned to his body,
like opening a treasure chest. Amao's mother continued cutting upwards through Zi Jun's sternum, then
along each rib.
"Let's eat!" Amao's mother announced, officially commencing the New Year's Eve dinner.
Zi Jun's belly was like two open doors. A Mao's mother cut off a piece of her belly meat, revealing a perfect streaky belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat beneath the crispy
skin . "Everyone, have a piece of crispy pork belly,
may you all have five blessings this year." With one bite, the fat between the crispy skin and tender meat melted into sweet juice, making the normally greasy
pork belly surprisingly sweet.
"Good meat, good meat," A Jie mumbled, his mouth full of meat, his cheeks pouting.
A Mao looked at the already cut ribs. Although there were cut marks on the chest, the two breasts still
maintained a perfect shape. A Mao chose a rib that included the entire nipple, and with his fingers, he pried open the loose
sternum as easily as opening a drawer. With a "snap," a meaty rib
was broken off from Zi Jun's spine. One end was a whole piece of tender breast meat, and the other end was juicy tenderloin. The double-ended tomahawk
steak looked mouthwatering.
Amao took Zijun's nipple directly into his mouth, along with a large chunk of breast flesh. With a gentle
suck, the tender flesh melted instantly in his mouth. "So sweet! Everyone should try some. Eating this will surely bring you '
everything you desire' this year!"
The remaining three each chose a rib they liked. With a few "slap slap slap" sounds, Zijun's originally perky breasts were
now wide open at the ribs. The people at the table lowered their heads and sucked on the milky-scented flesh, peeling the tender meat off the ribs like they were eating skewers
. Even after finishing, they kept sucking on the last bit of juice until there was no more taste.
Amao's mother placed a small support under Zijun's lower back, lifting her entire buttocks up. Her two large
breasts and the vulva in the middle were fully exposed. Her full buttocks looked incredibly fleshy, and the vulva in the middle was tender and juicy.
"Next dish, 'Blooming Prosperity,' wishing our whole family great wealth and prosperity this year." A-Mao's mother parted Zi-Jun's two
fleshy buttocks, the anus in the middle stretched open by a piercing rod, steam slowly escaping from within.
"Such large 'prosperity' halves! Come and see my knife skills!" A-Mao's father couldn't wait any longer, picking up a knife
and slicing Zi-Jun's buttocks into evenly thick slices of meat.
Afterwards, everyone received a slice of Zi-Jun's buttock meat. A-Mao cut off a piece and put it in his mouth; the thick
texture brought unparalleled satisfaction. Every chew extracted tender juice from Zi-Jun's buttock meat,
making it the first choice to fill a hungry stomach.
Although eating the meat on their plates, everyone's eyes occasionally drifted to the meat between Zi-Jun's legs.
Bao, with his lower back arched, raised Zi Jun's abalone to its highest position. With the meat already cut off on both sides, the
abalone, still dripping with juice, stood out prominently, like a treasure at the summit, making one's mouth water.
A Mao picked up a knife and, following the pubic bone beneath the abalone, cut off a whole piece of meat. He tried to cut Zi Jun's abalone into four
even pieces. Each cut was incredibly tender and satisfying, and the juices that spurted out when it was cut made
one wonder if the abalone was made of vaginal fluid.
"After finishing the 'Wealth and Prosperity' dish, let's try this 'Fortune and Prosperity Abalone.' I never expected this abalone to be so amazing."
After finishing cutting up Zi Jun's abalone, A Mao sat down and began to enjoy this precious piece of meat.
The juicy abalone he put in his mouth exceeded his expectations. The tender meat was incredibly bouncy. With each
chew, the juice inside seemed endless. It was as if if he squeezed it, more delicious juice would flow out.
A Mao couldn't tell whether it was the juice inside the abalone or the saliva that had been induced by the delicious abalone. It
didn't matter anymore; Zi Jun's abalone was already in his stomach.
Zi Jun had already eaten most of it, but the deliciousness of the food couldn't satisfy the four people's bottomless appetite.
The remaining two beautiful legs were temporarily preserved, but the two hooves had been cut off. The casserole
was placed in front of the calves, and the hooves, cut into several pieces, were simmering inside. The toes and insteps of the hooves could be clearly
distinguished.
The two beautiful legs, which had long been removed, were made into smoked pork legs. The two fleshy legs had bright red cut surfaces that
shone with oil, and the natural smoking and aging process made one's mouth water. "Try this beautiful leg. Eat the hoof first, then
eat the rest of the legs. This is called 'rising step by step'," said A-Mao's mother, as she distributed Zi Jun's pork hooves to everyone. The hooves, cooked until they were
falling off the bone, were so thick and sticky from the collagen that they almost made your mouth stick together. The sweet skin and fragrant
tendons were incomparable to ordinary pork hooves.
Moving up the hooves, Zi Jun's legs were also cut into slices, neither too thin nor too thick. Although they had lost some
moisture during the smoking process, the abundant fat and aged red meat were already perfect. Taking a bite,
the meat was incredibly tender, like a smooth, tender tongue. The light saltiness was accompanied by a hint of sweetness, and
the aftertaste was so pleasant that it felt like falling into cotton. Starting from the calves and gradually moving upwards, especially the inner thighs where the flesh
becomes increasingly delicate, it's like rising step by step, each bite a relentless indulgence.
Ah Mao, wielding a bone knife, had already severed Zi Jun's head. After a few clanging sounds, Zi Jun's skull was
pried open. "A final touch," he said, adding, "How about dessert?" Ah Mao sprinkled the prepared cheese and
sugar onto Zi Jun's pinkish-white brain. His blowtorch, already lit, emitted a sharp "whoosh," and the flames
began to melt the cheese and sugar, turning them into a semi-liquid that flowed along the grooves of Zi Jun's brain, seeping deeper into its flesh.
"So fragrant!"
Under the high temperature, Zi Jun's brain seemed to boil, bubbling and steaming, the aroma of caramelized sugar and fat
spreading throughout the air. After Ah Mao finished, the family, without prior arrangement, grabbed spoons and began scooping up
the sweet brain. Zi Jun seemed to come alive, his facial muscles twitching.
"Look how happy she is! She doesn't even know what expression to make. Her eyes are excitedly looking in
different directions. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, hahaha, she's so delicious. She must be very happy."
The family ate the delicious meat on the table while chatting and laughing, listening to the occasional firecrackers outside the window.
Tomorrow, all that will be left is a table full of scraps and bones, and a head with a ruined expression.

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