Paint Nuyaxiang

Prologue

In the large studio, a group of students were busy at work. Some were rushing to finish their paintings, some were sculpting; some were mixing colors, and others were deep in thought
. The atmosphere was heavy; people bustled about, each with a focused expression, busy as if preparing for a major battle
.

Holding my registration form, I silently entered the studio.

"New here, your name is Fang Jin?" The bespectacled old man before me was Teacher He. I was a freshman at the art school, and he was
my future mentor.

Teacher He: "Your seniors are all busy. Next month is the seasonal exhibition. Every student here is taking this exhibition very seriously.
What about you? What are you good at? Or what are you interested in?" "

I…I…I like detailed sketching and oil painting."

Teacher He took off his glasses, gazed at me, and sighed after a long while: "You really look like him…"

I asked, puzzled: "Like whom?" "

Teacher He didn't explain, but walked to a tripod. On it sat a huge painting covered with a white cloth. I followed Teacher He to
the painting. Looking up, the painting, standing on the tripod, was probably three heads taller than me.

Teacher He pinched the corner of the cloth and forcefully lifted it, the white cloth fluttering to the ground, revealing the true face of the giant painting.

At the same time, all the senior students present put down their tools and turned to look at us.
Suddenly, I felt the whole world darken, the stars and moon disappeared, and everything was pitch black. Only the oil painting in front of me emitted a dazzling golden light,
illuminating the surrounding area for miles.

Countless eyes flashed around me, pairs of eerie green eyes, all staring at me. I didn't know if they were looking at me? Or
at the painting? I got goosebumps. This feeling of being the center of attention was really unpleasant."

However, my attention was quickly drawn to the enormous painting. It was a life-size oil painting depicting a standing
woman with her hands clasped behind her back. Her naked body gleamed with oil, and she looked truly beautiful.

I recognized the style of Ingres and asked, "Did you paint this, teacher?"

Teacher He shook his head and said, "It was painted by my student. He's your senior, Liu Zhengcheng..."

Chapter 1

Liu Zhengcheng's palms and knuckles were all charcoal-colored, but he didn't seem to care. His rough, dark hands moved swiftly across the canvas with a charcoal pencil,
then picked up a piece of white bread and rubbed it on the canvas. His ten fingers moved nimbly across the easel, busily working.

With a rustling sound, his skilled hands, through the charcoal pencil, quickly sketched a beautiful female figure on the canvas. Before the canvas lay a young,
graceful girl, her soft, naked body sprawling on the bed.

His mind was completely absorbed in the painting, devoid of any lewd thoughts.

Light, gradation, black and white, source and shadow, layers, lines, pressure—his mind was filled with artistic concepts.

Why? Why? He pondered why he couldn't capture that essence. He thought and pondered, but couldn't find a solution; all he gained was
frustration!

The expression on his face gradually shifted from focus to confusion, and finally to agitation. The model before the canvas, like a frozen wooden doll, remained motionless, patiently watching Liu Zhengcheng

like a lifeless object , without uttering a sound. *Snap!* The charcoal pencil in his hand broke. The agitated artist immediately picked up a second pencil—*Snap!* It broke too. Then, *Snap!* The third ; the fourth—it broke with every stroke he made. His pent-up emotions, like the Yellow River bursting its banks, finally erupted! Anger descended from the heavens; a furious black hand lifted the innocent canvas and ripped it apart, while a violent kick overturned the poor easel. The helpless palette, the sorrowful charcoal pencils; the innocent canvas, the pitiful easel—all were slaughtered by the raging fury. A young, graceful girl lay sprawled on the bed, silently gazing at the mess. Her legs were crossed, leaning against the headboard, one hand supporting her cheek, the other covering her nipple, like a reclining Buddha. Her crane-like spine arched her back, her chest heaving , her youthful breasts protruding, her beautiful neck held high, her eyebrows raised and back straight as she looked at the painter, silently. Li Yaxiang's long hair cascaded down her shoulders, each strand swaying in the wind like ripe wheat in a field, resembling golden ears of wheat under the lamplight, dancing lively. Beneath these golden ears, her fragrant shoulders traced a beautiful, downward curve along her curved waist ; her exquisite figure then rose to form a strong, arched hip, descending to straight, rounded thighs. The entire "beauty mountain" lay serenely and peacefully on the bed, gazing down upon the world with a gentle, detached air. * Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!* The clock struck. Liu Zhengcheng put down his charcoal pencil and asked, "You've worked hard, Yaxiang! That's all for today. You need to get to school now, right?" " I have a club instruction session today," Yaxiang said, pulling her robe over her bare skin. "Xiaocheng, you should cover up a bit here." "Yeah… haha, I always do this, sorry." " Liu Zhengcheng bent down to tidy up the messy art supplies. In the lamplight, what did he suddenly see? "What's wrong?" Liu Zhengcheng picked up Ya Xiang's jade-like feet and slowly lifted them. He held the girl's small feet in the lamplight, staring blankly. His calloused fingers gently rubbed her toes. Li Ya Xiang smiled faintly, slowly stretching out her slender legs, her doe-like legs straightening from ankle to ankle. Looking at the halo around her skin, Liu Zhengcheng suddenly understood the truth . Li Ya Xiang's skin wasn't white, nor was it black; in fact, it was a darker complexion, like a thick yellow hue created by mixing ripe rice and wheat with bright yellow silk. Although it wasn't the fair white that people talked about, it revealed a different kind of beauty, something Liu Zhengcheng hadn't grasped before, and something he had been struggling to understand." Fashionable girls on the street or on television often wear white makeup, applying various rouge and powders to their faces. From a distance, their faces appear incredibly white, but upon closer inspection, it's revealed to be a thick layer of powder, like solidified lard. That kind of white is colloquially called "dead white" or "dead pale." In ancient times, itinerant fortune tellers would greet customers with, "I see your forehead is ..."i=64> "Black, pale complexion, misfortune is imminent..." Yes! It's this deathly paleness.

Li Yaxiang's skin wasn't fair; rather, it was a deep yellow, not black, but a glossy, thick yellow. Under the light, it looked
like a lively yellow croaker, each scale shimmering, or like a dolphin swimming in the blue sea, reflecting a vibrant color in the sunlight.

The soft, supple muscles under her fingers warmed Liu Zhengcheng's eyes. The
graceful lines from her thighs and calves to her toes, combined with the vibrant sheen, gave him a sense of youth, energy, and sunshine; a feeling of vitality, life, and health. This was the "beauty" he was looking for! "

I found it, thank you.

" "You have a discussion today, right? Go ahead, you can pack up when you get back."

Liu Zhengcheng put Yaxiang's feet down, continued packing his art supplies, and shook his head, saying, "I'm not good at dealing with teachers." "
Ya Xiang finished dressing, looked up at the oil painting covered with a white sheet, and then turned to say, 'I'll wait for you outside.' '

Boom!' Liu Zhengcheng started his little motorcycle, and Ya Xiang jogged over, suddenly kissing him on the cheek. 'This is today's modeling
fee.'

Looking at the dumbfounded Liu Zhengcheng, Ya Xiang laughed, 'Shouldn't you be used to it by now?' Although Ya Xiang
would kiss Liu Zhengcheng every time after posing as his model, he still felt shy.

In the art classroom,

Teacher He and a group of students gathered in front of a still life painting.

'Xiao Cheng, how come you're so lewd even when painting still lifes? Have you accumulated quite a bit of wealth?'

The students burst into laughter upon hearing Teacher He's comment.

Liu Zhengcheng lowered his head, blushing and speechless."

The faces around him were a motley crew: some smirked, some mocked, some ridiculed; some looked coldly, some sideways, and some with pity.

"Ahem!" Teacher He coughed, bringing a solemn silence to the room. His aged, experienced fingers
traced an arc along the outline of the brushstrokes on the canvas, and a deep, reverent voice rang out: "Look!

" "Such fluid lines and a smooth surface—this is a single stroke. Who among you can do this without a draft? And the key is
that this one stroke captures the essence of the work!"

Everyone fell silent.

"That's skill. Xiao Cheng's work is worthy of your study and emulation. I give it ninety-seven points." These words caused a stir among the crowd,
some praising, some admiring; some envious, some jealous.

Liu Zhengcheng's ears were bright red; he couldn't utter a word, only nodding silently.

Just as the atmosphere froze, Teacher He chuckled and said, "But this apple you drew looks too much like a breast. Young man, you've accumulated quite a bit of savings, have
n't you? Hehe~"

Liu Zhengcheng, recalling the scene that morning in the small studio where he had Ya Xiang pose nude, blushed and wished he could disappear into the ground
.

At that moment, Lai Gouzi, smoking a cigarette, sneered, "It's true he's accumulated quite a bit of savings, precisely because he's a virgin~ that's
the source of his creativity."

Lai Gouzi came from the countryside. It's said that on the night his mother gave birth to him, she heard dogs barking incessantly, so his father named him Gouzi (Dog). This
Lai Gouzi had long hair tied back in a ponytail, wore a black spaghetti-strap top, a leather belt around his waist with several
carving tools, and jeans with ripped knees that looked quite fashionable. Overall, he gave off a decadent modern art style.

Teacher He glanced at him sideways and said, "Gouzi!" "If you want to smoke, please go somewhere where smoking is allowed. By the way, you're a sculptor, right?" "

I understand," Lai Gouzi said, walking towards the door. Several classmates laughed, "What are you doing now?" Lai Gouzi shrugged, looking nonchalant
, and said, "Hey!""I made him angry again."

Lai Gouzi stood in the corridor, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He heard shouts coming from across the corridor
. He walked over and saw a classroom sign that read: "Martial Arts Classroom."

He exhaled thick white smoke; the smoke then enveloped him. Inside the martial arts classroom, many people were lined up, and
an instructor stood before them.

Instructor: "Now, please have your senior demonstrate for you. Everyone, give her a round of applause."

Amidst the applause, a graceful woman emerged.

Li Yaxiang was wearing a tight-fitting black leather outfit that covered her from neck to ankle, only revealing
her hands and feet.

She spread her legs, first taking a basic horse stance, then turning sideways to unleash a lunge punch, followed by a reverse side kick, a spinning kick, an elbow strike, and a series of
advancing straight punches—one move after another, each powerful and imposing, drawing cheers from the audience. Truly, she was a woman who could rival any man.

The instructor said, "Please have your senior demonstrate her ultimate move—the cross-legged split."

Two students lifted a wooden board, placing it horizontally in mid-air. Li Yaxiang stood upright in front of the board, her lower legs bent, slowly raising her thighs
, raising them higher until her thighs touched her stomach, at which point her lower legs straightened until her ankles rested on her face—a standing split.

Li Yaxiang placed her hands horizontally, forming a cross shape with her hands and feet.

From behind, her buttocks, beneath the black leather, seemed to bulge upwards, supporting her slender, supple waist, making it
stand straight with elasticity. Moving to the side, her long, curved legs pressed tightly against her body, her breasts slightly protruding, shaped like delicate little
steamed buns, petite and exquisite.

Her shapely legs were raised high, the black leather stretched smooth, revealing a shimmering white beneath. The leather connecting her thighs and groin
was also stretched as smooth as paper.

Li Yaxiang stared intently at the wooden board. Just then, she took a deep breath, a dent appearing at the base of her thighs, the smooth, white leather now like a folded sheet of paper, leaving a slight wrinkle.

A fleeting glimpse, captivating allure.

"Ha!"

The heroine's leg scissors, like a dragon soaring through thunder, cleaved the wooden board in two.

Coach: "See? You guys need to practice this cross-foot scissor move properly..."

Lai Gouzi watched from beginning to end, but his gaze was different from the others. His lewd eyes were fixed on the girl's crotch, even the crease between her legs. Perhaps the sound waves from his eyes were too loud, because Li Yaxiang unconsciously looked towards the corridor, and their eyes met.
Seeing that despicable gaze, Li Yaxiang's eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her face away in disgust, not wanting to look at him again.

Lai Gouzi stubbed out his cigarette, turned and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, leaving only a cold echo in the air: "Interesting."

Chapter Two

The small motorcycle was parked in front of the secret art studio. The so-called secret art studio was actually an abandoned parking lot hidden in the mountains. The asphalt road was marked with white squares for parking, but there were no vehicles parked there, and it was even piled with all kinds of waste.

Liu Zhengcheng built a small studio using thin aluminum sheets and some scrap wood. Though small and simple, it provided shelter from the wind and rain. There was a window on each side, with stainless steel security bars on the outside and louvered doors on the inside to prevent peeping. The door had a simple horn lock.

After Liu Zhengcheng parked his motorcycle, the two entered the studio hand in hand. "I'll tidy up the floor a bit, then we can continue painting this morning.

" "Okay, wait a moment, I'll change my clothes."

Liu Zhengcheng tidied up his art supplies while wiping the floor. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his forehead. "How stupid!" "
What's wrong?

" "This morning I took the paint I mixed last time to the meeting, and I forgot to bring it back."

Li Yaxiang smiled gently: "You don't need to hit yourself, just go get it." "

Okay, wait for me." "

After the man left, all was silent. Li Yaxiang walked calmly to the easel covered with a white cloth. She lifted the cloth, revealing a life-size oil painting. A woman stood in the painting, her hands clasped behind her back—it was herself. The figure in the painting was none other than Li Yaxiang.
Her childhood name was Li Yajun. Her father trained her in martial arts, so she was like a tomboy from a young age, lacking femininity and not good at makeup or dressing up. Therefore, no man pursued her until she met Liu Zhengcheng in junior high school. She vividly remembered that on her sixteenth birthday, Liu Zhengcheng painted a life-size portrait of her and gave it to her, saying, 'From now on, I'll call you Yaxiang. This name sounds much more feminine than Yajun.'

From then on, she changed her name to Li Yaxiang. Their relationship deepened, and because of this painting, she resolved to become the woman in Liu Zhengcheng's heart. Her

slender, jade-like fingers glided delicately across the oil painting. With a soft rustle, a leather jacket fell to the ground, revealing a naked female body standing beside the painting."

Whenever she finished practicing her boxing or was feeling down, she would look at Xiao Cheng's paintings. It possessed an indescribable magic; each time, her soul seemed to be drawn into the paintings, instantly calming her mind.

Later, she volunteered to become Xiao Cheng's nude model. Strangely enough, this spirited and capable woman became a docile kitten when modeling. Whatever pose Xiao Cheng asked her to strike, she would cooperate, and no matter how long the painting took, she could quietly maintain the pose.

Meanwhile, the usually gentle and introverted Liu Zhengcheng, once he picked up a paintbrush, became incredibly powerful, even acting like a tyrant.

There was a reason why Liu Zhengcheng chose to build his studio in this remote location.

That summer, the scorching sun made everything feel unbearably hot. The young couple was doing nude figure drawing in their rented apartment. Because they didn't have enough money, Liu Zhengcheng hadn't installed air conditioning, and he didn't dare tell the landlord that he and his girlfriend were sharing the apartment, because the snobbish landlord would raise the rent if he found out they were sharing.

Because of the figure drawing, Ya Xiang was naturally naked. Just then, the landlord came downstairs yelling at him to take out the trash. In this dilapidated apartment building, residents had to collect their trash at a designated spot on the first floor, where the cleaners would collect it.

Because Xiao Cheng was too focused, he didn't hear the landlord's voice downstairs until the landlord came upstairs and knocked on the door. He quickly told Ya Xiang to find somewhere to hide, and then he went to open the door for the landlord.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. I can take that trash down myself..." "

No, Xiao Cheng..." The landlord is a sallow-faced old man with sunken cheeks and hardly any hair left on his head. "There's an old cabinet in your room. I don't want it anymore, but I'm too old to move it by myself, so I haven't gotten rid of it. Since you're here, I thought you could help me carry it down and throw it away." "

Oh, you mean that old wooden cabinet in the back? Okay, I'll help you carry it."
The two of them lifted the cabinet together, and Liu Zhengcheng found it a bit strenuous. They carried it to the designated spot to wait for the cleaner to collect it. But when Liu Zhengcheng got back, he realized something was wrong!

He called out several times, but Ya Xiang didn't respond. Finally, he thought, "Could Ya Xiang be hiding inside that cabinet?" "
Anxious, he rushed downstairs, only to find the cabinet had already been taken away by the cleaners. He called the cleaning company and learned that all the garbage would be collected at the recycling center, so he hurried there.

That's right! At that time, Ya Xiang was working as a model, her mind immersed in a deep tranquility. A
familiar voice told her to hide, and she naturally went to the wooden cabinet at the back and hid inside.

The recycling center only operates during the day and closes at night. Some scavengers like to take advantage of this time to find cheap items. The cleaners tossed the cabinet aside and didn't pay much attention, going straight off work.

When Liu Zhengcheng arrived at the recycling center, he saw several scavengers gathered on the ground, burning garbage to boil water, and some were shouting happily.

It was a night that terrified him.

A naked woman with exposed breasts was dancing a lewd dance in the center of the firelight."

His eyes fell upon a pair of long, beautiful legs spread out, their movements incredibly alluring. Her supple waist swayed like a willow in spring, effortlessly bending backward, turning to the side, and twisting backward. Her light, graceful steps glided nimbly across the ground like a water snake.

"Bend down!" one of the scavengers shouted.

The naked woman spread her legs, bent backward, her palms flat on the ground, her buttocks swaying downward, her belly protruding upward. Her waist gradually arched, like a drawn bow, inch by inch.

The pubic hair between her legs parted, revealing a small, fleshy mound deep within her thighs, with a groove running down its center. Many greedy, lustful scavengers, drooling, gathered around the girl's crotch to admire the sight, shouting: "Bend down!" "

Looking from Liu Zhengcheng's direction, one could see long, black hair hanging in mid-air like a weeping willow, her bowl-shaped chin exposed above it, obscuring her face, and a pair of slightly protruding buns on her chest, standing erect.
Several scavengers, tending their fires, shouted angrily: 'You filthy bitch! Come here!'"

Upon hearing the sound, the girl's body reacted reflexively. Her incredibly elastic waist sprang up, performing a backflip, her two beautiful long legs returning gracefully from mid-air to the ground. The men leaning against her crotch were naturally kicked away.

Liu Zhengcheng saw a woman with long, flowing hair, her back to him, swaying her fleshy hips as she walked towards the fire.
The scavenger placed a hoop around her waist, making her spin and dance. Several bells were tied to the edge of the hoop, which jingled and twirled in mid-air, their crisp sounds echoing with the swaying of her hips and waist.

Her supple waist spun like a windmill, her hips twisting forward and her round buttocks swinging back and forth, turning the bells on the hoop into a yellow ribbon; remarkably, her small breasts remained perfectly still throughout.

In the firelight, the long-haired, swaying naked woman's skin turned golden, resembling a roasted hen, ready for a gourmet to devour.

The scavengers roared, "Bend down! Bend down!"

The naked woman raised her smooth arms high, revealing her clean armpits. Following the armpits to the base of her breasts, one could see her full breasts, two small nipples already erect like mature flower buds. Her long, disheveled hair obscured her face as she twisted her hips and bent backward.

The soft, crisp sound of bells accompanied her movements, growing increasingly intense.

Her two slender hands, like those of a poplar tree, slowly leaned back. As her hands touched the ground, her long black hair fell, slowly cascading down, revealing a face that shocked Liu Zhengcheng—his girlfriend, Li Yaxiang. The

surrounding scavengers roared with excitement!

The introverted Liu Zhengcheng clenched his fists, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

His girlfriend, naked, swayed her hips and buttocks in front of the crowd, as if under a spell, responding to the scavengers' obscene commands and performing various humiliating and revealing actions.

As his anger subsided and he regained some clarity, he saw that Ya Xiang had stopped moving, kneeling on the ground, the hoop pressed against her abdomen, her round buttocks raised high, revealing a shy anus between her thighs, and below that, a trembling cleft.

One of the scavengers, on a whim, casually slapped his girlfriend's buttocks, making a crisp fleshy sound. Amused, he followed suit with another hand; the other scavengers followed suit, their hands—some dirty, some hairy, some rough, some filthy—like vicious creditors, vying to slap their girlfriends' buttocks.

Li Yaxiang's round, plump buttocks, like steamed buns, were raised high, being slapped countless times. Her fleshy bottoms were remarkably elastic, bouncing back immediately after each slap. Her buttocks were being slapped back and forth with a series of sharp blows, her face flushed like a wronged young wife, not daring to complain.

Li Yaxiang knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her weight, her buttocks red and swollen from the beatings. Yet, she raised her delicate neck, her silken hair twirling, her brows furrowed and lips pursed in pain.

She looked like a mother wolf crouching beneath the pale blue moon, gazing at the moon and howling loudly.

Her girlfriend kept her eyes closed the whole time, only occasionally letting out a soft groan when being spanked; otherwise, she made no sound.
The flames of the bonfire rose as if doused with gasoline, like a small sun, illuminating everything around them. Everyone seemed to have gone mad, or rather—bewitched!

In the firelight, the surrounding people all had ferocious expressions, their eyes glowing green as they stared at Ya Xiang. They were like heretical priests in a cult, treating Liu Zhengcheng's girlfriend as a sacrificial offering.

A scavenger dressed in tattered green clothes said to a bald man beside him, "Guess how old this girl is?"

The bald beggar touched his bald head, looking utterly clueless. "
How should I know?"
"Idiot, can't you guess?"

"Hmm… I guess, I guess she's about fifteen or sixteen?"

The scavenger in tattered green nodded. "Look at her breasts, I'd estimate her bust size is about 12.""Around 5cm?" the bald beggar asked, touching his own bald head. "How did you figure that out?"

The scavenger in tattered green clothes looked at his companion with disdain. "Before I went bankrupt... I sold women's underwear. Her breasts must be a B cup."

Just as the bald beggar and the scavenger in green were talking, two other scavengers had already moved forward. Their four hands moved along her shoulders to her armpits, then from the base of her breasts, they grasped her small, newly formed breasts, their fingers spread wide, just enough to completely engulf one breast.

Li Yaxiang was kneeling with her buttocks raised, her lower body pressed against a hoop. After the two scavengers touched her breasts, she straightened up, threw the hoop aside, but her knees remained on the ground.

She raised her arms high, clasped her hands together, interlocking her fingers, and held the hula hoop in her hands. As she raised her arms, her waist straightened, lifting her chest. This stretching motion exposed her entire breasts, offering the girl's delicate breasts to the predatory claws.

The two men squeezed her breasts a few times, but before they had had enough, the breasts slipped from their grasp.

Liu Zhengcheng saw his girlfriend holding the hula hoop high, then slowly stand up. She closed her eyes and began to dance again.

Liu Zhengcheng was convinced his girlfriend was under some kind of bewitching spell; the scavengers around them, illuminated by the firelight, all looked like heretical priests.

Just then, the girl seemed to be possessed, kneeling at the feet of a heretical priest.

Ya Xiang bowed reverently, her smooth forehead gently pressed against the scavenger's dirty sneakers. Then she raised her face, her delicate hands grasping his rough hands, guiding them to her tender breasts. She then kissed his rough hands with her fragrant lips. This process was as if she were offering herself to everyone, one after another, taking turns giving herself away.

Countless hands wantonly ravaged her breasts. Her tender breasts, like a sea of flesh, were attacked by evil winds from all directions, sometimes swept up and blown westward into the sea of flesh, sometimes swept up and blown eastward into the sea of flesh. The delicate flesh became waves of flesh; sometimes long waves, sometimes short waves, pushing and shoving; kneading and rubbing, the thick yellow flesh was finally twisted into a directionless vortex of flesh.

Those tender nipples, like two helpless, naked little girls, hid in a sea of wheat, flitting east and west, threatened by all directions—evil winds, vultures, and wolves all wanting to devour them.

They had no power of will, completely at the mercy of their captors, sometimes lifted high by evil winds, sometimes brutally pecked by vultures, sometimes torn apart and devoured by wolves. Their mother—Li Yaxiang—could only endure her grief, utterly powerless to resist.

Liu Zhengcheng took his first difficult step, his clenched fists emitting a sound of shame. He had watched helplessly as his girlfriend was violated by a stranger, a homeless man, yet he was too afraid to intervene. He hated his own cowardice and powerlessness.
He opened his throat, wanting to say something, but then stopped himself.

The blazing flames, like an evil, lewd demonic face, shone on everyone, making everyone look like possessed heretical priests.

Chapter Three.

A white-bearded scavenger, still vigorous in his old age, with bulging biceps, looked like an evil high priest in the reddish-yellow firelight. He pushed aside the surrounding scavengers, reached out and grabbed his girlfriend's chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"You filthy bitch! Show us your cunt!"

It was like a bewitching ritual. The climax of the feast always began after the high priest's appearance, and it was at this moment that Liu Zhengcheng heard his girlfriend speak for the first time.

Liu Zhengcheng had always thought Li Yaxiang was bewitched and unable to speak, but unexpectedly, she spoke at this moment.

The evil high priest pinched his girlfriend's chin: "You filthy bitch! Show us your cunt!"

Upon hearing this, the girl's previously closed eyelids suddenly opened, and a pair of bright eyes stared at the high priest. Only then did the high priest realize that this girl actually had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, a pair of sword-like eyebrows like shooting stars, a straight nose that curved slightly downwards at the tip, like a graceful phoenix perched on it; her nostrils resembled phoenix wings folded to the sides, below which was a cherry-red mouth, and a round oval face.

She looked refined and otherworldly, yet when her sword-like eyebrows were furious, a chivalrous air shone between them.

The high priestess, startled by this display of chivalry, released her grip and staggered back a few steps.

Her phoenix eyes widened, her sword-like eyebrows furrowed in anger, and a fierce, indomitable spirit burst forth: "Are you talking to me?"

The white-bearded scavenger turned his head away, unable to look at her. The surrounding scavengers all deflated, not daring to approach.

They exchanged glances, none daring to step forward.

Suddenly, Li Yaxiang saw the roaring flames on the bonfire, and her pupils instantly turned crimson, her beautiful phoenix eyes becoming a deep red.

Bang! Her knees slammed straight to the ground, her long, flowing hair falling to obscure her face.

Then, the girl murmured: "I remember someone just said something?" "

Liu Zhengcheng knew his girlfriend had woken up. Given her personality and superior martial arts skills, these people would be badly beaten. A strange excitement welled up inside him; he hoped to see his girlfriend utterly humiliate them.

The surrounding scavengers stared blankly at the beautiful naked woman. No one answered; only the silent fire flickered forlornly.

Seeing this, the white-bearded scavenger suddenly grew bolder and shouted, 'You filthy bitch! Show us your cunt!'

Everyone fell silent, except for Li Yaxiang, who remained kneeling with her head bowed. She slowly raised her head, her sword-like eyebrows curving downwards, revealing a submissive curve. Her beautiful phoenix eyes humbly submitted before the high priest. Her cherry-red lips slightly upturned, and from them, a submissive and humble voice rang out: 'Yes, please look at the filthy bitch's cunt.'" "

Liu Zhengcheng felt as if his heart had been shattered by a hammer. The words, 'Yes, look at this filthy bitch's cunt,' struck him like a heavy blow, knocking him to the ground.

He saw his girlfriend, Li Yaxiang, kneeling on the ground, her expression submissive.

The once-heroic woman now spread her legs, one hand holding down the pubic hair on her vulva, the other peeling back the tender labia like opening a clam shell.

Once the shell was broken, a vibrant glint of flesh shone through, and all the priests, like wolves, surged around the girl to catch a glimpse of her beauty. Her

rosy clitoris, surrounded by so many onlookers, immediately blushed and swelled, a small, round bead protruding and pressing against the vulva. Inside, layers of flesh folded and crisscrossed, the deepest opening sealed by a layer of fresh, skin-colored flesh."

The white-bearded scavenger asked, "What's this? A hymen? Really? Huh? You're a virgin?"
His girlfriend obediently lowered her eyes, nodded first, then replied with a submissive expression, "Yes, I'm still a virgin."

The scavengers all simultaneously roared, "Wow!""

The embers of the bonfire, echoing the crowd's emotions, rose fiercely, burning like a pillar of fire, and the surrounding scavengers were once again swept up in a frenzied excitement!

Liu Zhengcheng saw the eyes of the people around him turn a ghostly green; they seemed to have transformed into heretical priests from a cult.

These little priests, upon hearing Ya Xiang's words, all turned into vicious wolves, scrambling forward to seize their girlfriend's virginity, but they fought amongst themselves, and none of them succeeded.

Their girlfriend remained kneeling on the ground, maintaining her original posture, her hands spreading her vulva, exposing it to the crowd. Her beautiful phoenix eyes blinked, her resigned eyelashes trembling slightly. Looking at the scrambling crowd, she closed her eyes and said with a mixture of tenderness, resentment, and resentment: 'Whoever takes someone's virginity, she will be at their beck and call forever.'

These words were like oil poured on a blaze, driving everyone to beat her mercilessly."

The white-bearded scavenger, looking like an evil high priest, easily dispatched his competitors with a few punches. He strode forward, closing in on his girlfriend. "Ha! This old man got to be the first one here, little girl! Let me deflower you!"

Liu Zhengcheng's eyes bulged, bloodshot, staring at the scene, a surge of anger stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound.
The high priest had already reached his girlfriend, who knelt before this invader like a lowly slave. She spread her legs, revealing her vulva to the high priest, closed her eyes resignedly, her sad eyelashes trembling a few times. Then, she pursed her lips, saying unwillingly, "Please deflower me, and I'll be at your beck and call forever." "
The high priest's large, thick fingers first covered her tender, blue breasts, his five claws opening and closing, pinching five marks into her tender skin; at the same time, his other hand pinched her clitoris, rubbing her soft vulva with his nails, making Ya Xiang blush.
While teasing his girlfriend, the high priest didn't forget to ask: 'What's your name?' '

Ah…ah…um…Li…Li Ya Xiang…ah…'

Hearing her name, the girlfriend suddenly clutched her head with both hands, her head feeling like it was splitting open. 'My head hurts so much, my name is Li Ya Xiang…What am I doing? Headache…ouch!' she struggled, seemingly losing control.

The high priest sensed something was wrong, pinching her nipple hard, while simultaneously pinching her clitoris with his index finger, thumb, and ring finger. '…Ah…um…' Stimulated, the girlfriend regained her obedience."

Her hands hung limply at her sides, as the high priest's hands roamed over her breasts. He grinned wickedly, "I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Xiaohua." "

Xiaohua?

" "That's right! I used to have a female dog named Xiaohua. Do you know what happened to her?"

His girlfriend shook her head. The high priest grinned wickedly, "I sold her to a butcher, and then he slaughtered her! He made dog meat soup! Haha!"

Liu Zhengcheng finally rushed out, punching the nearest beggar to the ground. His face contorted with rage, he charged towards Ya Xiang, but two more scavengers appeared, hindering his progress.

At the same moment, the high priest pinched his girlfriend's breast, laughing, "Get ready, I'm going to deflower you!"
Her girlfriend's trembling lips made a faint sound, barely audible, and no one could understand what she was saying. The High Priest then slapped her buttocks hard. "Stand up! Little Flower!"

Ya Xiang swayed as she stood up, but the High Priest turned and sat between her legs, playing with the pubic hair on her vulva with interest.

The pubic hair was like black reeds growing in summer, long and thick, completely concealing the clitoris and cleft. The High Priest's fingers, like treasure hunters, moved through the black reeds, making Li Ya Xiang itch. Finally, she found a protruding leaf stem in the reeds. The treasure hunters carefully examined the stem, like digging for treasure, turning back the leaves and peeling back the husks to reveal a bright red clitoris. The hunters treated the clitoris like a prisoner, stepping on it, pinching it, pressing it down, until the clitoris swelled up.

Under the firelight, the scavengers fought amongst themselves, and finally another victor emerged, turning his horse towards the High Priest and his girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhengcheng, his face bruised and battered, had finally defeated the two and was now galloping towards Ya Xiang.

Turning back, the High Priest's ten fingers, like an army conquering a city, finally breached the layers of flesh, opening the gates to the palace. Deep within the fleshy orifice lay a princess called Virgin, cowering and trembling.
The cruel army of ten fingers advanced along the passage of flesh, layer by layer. Li Ya Xiang's trembling lips gradually softened, and she whispered, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, "No~ no~," but her body stood on the old man's head, legs spread, at his mercy.

The moment the ten fingers breached the fleshy wall, her hands clenched into fists, a large bead of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she uttered, "No~ not there~ ah~ um ah..."

She could clearly feel the unfamiliar, cold fingers probing into her tender, warm flesh. Suddenly, she opened her beautiful eyes, and tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks. Yes! She had felt it; the ten fingers had finally reached the virgin princess.

The fingers gently touched the thin membrane, then lightly scraped it with their nails. Although they didn't break the hymen, two lines of humiliating tears still flowed down Li Yaxiang's cheeks. The virgin princess was ultimately captured by the enemy soldiers. After capturing the princess, the soldiers did not treat her well; instead, they groped her noble body.

"Yaxiang!" Liu Zhengcheng quickened his pace, only ten steps away from his girlfriend. He ran while calling her name.

Hearing the sound, Li Yaxiang abruptly opened her eyes, gazing at her boyfriend in the distance, tears blurring her vision. At the same time, a strong stimulation surged through her lower body; the high priest's fingers were inserted into her vagina, playing with it as he teased, "Little Flower! From now on, you're my little flower. I'm going to raise you like a bitch, okay?"

Tears streamed down Li Yaxiang's flushed face. She didn't want to speak, but the humiliating stimulation made her tremble. But what broke her heart was that Liu Zhengcheng had finally reached her, and just four steps away, another scavenger appeared, blocking her boyfriend's path.

The high priest's fingers poked twice forcefully, urging, "Aren't you going to answer?" "

She closed her eyes resignedly and answered sadly, "...Um...you...you want me to be a dog, so I'll be a dog...oh..."

"Little Flower is so good. After I'm tired of you, I'll sell you off like the last female dog. I believe a young girl like you will definitely be worth a lot of money."

While Liu Zhengcheng was fighting with a scavenger, two more scavengers ran out, and the three of them ganged up on Liu Zhengcheng, knocking him to the ground.

"Xiao Cheng... don't... don't hurt yourself for me..."

Ya Xiang clenched her fists in shame, her ten slender toes curling up in humiliation, but then she relaxed them. She raised her hands, which had been hanging down, and clasped them behind her head, gathering her long hair to reveal her smooth neck. She straightened her back, raised her breasts, and blushed with a hint of resentment. Her long, sword-like eyebrows showed a look of submission, and her beautiful phoenix eyes bent like a kneeling female slave. Her delicate and pretty face forced a bitter smile of resignation, and her red lips revealed a gentle and submissive voice as she said: "Yes, from now on I will be your bitch... call me, call me Xiao Hua... please play with me as much as you like, until you're tired of me... I'm willing to be sold by you... Ah!" "

Unexpected events always happen unexpectedly. As the saying goes, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Another new scavenger, taking advantage of the high priest's smugness, grabbed a stick and struck him hard on the back of the head. Seeing the high priest lying on the ground, he kicked him a few times, and only after seeing no reaction did he turn to look for Ya Xiang.

In the firelight, his face revealed a terrifying red-yellow expression as he roared at Ya Xiang: 'Haha! Your virginity is mine!' *

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

* The alarm clock rang, bringing Li Ya Xiang back to reality. She would often drift into a daze while modeling, and ever since that accident, she had set an alarm to wake herself up before each shoot. That accident had also led Liu Zhengcheng to decide to move to this secret studio.

As for that accident, that terrifying night, she didn't want to recall it now. We'll leave that story for later."

(To be continued)

Chapter Four

In mythology, there was a gigantic bird that could fly 100,000 miles with a spread of its wings, and whose claws could shatter earth and split rocks when it lay down. It was ferocious and cunning, with sharp teeth, and loved to eat people. Its name was [Yin Yue]. Later, the Heavenly Emperor sent divine generals and soldiers to slay it. When it died

, its body tore into countless pieces, but then vanished into nothingness, cursing the world that anyone with evil intentions would be possessed by it. Later generations referred to the face of a villain with malicious intentions as the appearance of Yin Yue. After Ya Xiang finished dressing, Liu Zhengcheng returned just then.

Liu Zhengcheng glanced at the oil painting whose cover had been lifted, "You just…

" "It's okay, I set an alarm clock." "

Oh, right! Gouzi found my colored pencils and put them away for me. I just ran into him when I got back. To thank him, I'll treat him to a meal later." "

A silence fell over the room. After a long while, Ya Xiang finally uttered, 'I don't like that person.' '

Okay, I have to thank him for helping me this morning. You can eat by yourself tonight. I'll be back later.'

With the sound of running water, Ya Xiang washed the dishes and hung them to dry beside the sink. She folded the washed clothes and put them on the table. Looking up at the clock, '8:30,' she thought, 'Xiao Cheng treated me to dinner, that's about it. He'll probably be back around 9.'

She opened the wardrobe door, which had layers of shelves. She first arranged the folded clothes on the table, layer by layer. After finishing, she sighed as she looked at the bottom shelf.

The front door opened. Her boyfriend was back, but that guy named Lai Gouzi was with him."

Lai Gouzi helped Liu Zhengcheng up. The two of them reeked of alcohol. Ya Xiang took her boyfriend, put him on the bed, and applied a towel to his head. As soon as Liu Zhengcheng lay down, he fell fast asleep on the bed.

"You're A-Cheng's girlfriend? I'm his classmate, Lai Gouzi." Lai Gouzi was dressed the same as that morning, still wearing a black spaghetti strap top and ripped jeans.

Ya Xiang ignored him, continuing to make coffee at the table. Lai Gouzi adjusted his ponytail, casually pulled up a chair, and sat down, continuing, "Is he a virgin?"

The woman, who was about to drink her coffee, stopped and looked at Lai Gouzi quietly. He said again, "I think I'm not mistaken..." The woman just looked at him silently. Lai Gouzi asked again, "So what's the matter?"
The woman tossed her long hair in front of her, "Why are you asking me?" "

Soft, black hair cascaded from Li Yaxiang's shoulders to her chest, her round, oval face exuding a delicate beauty. Her sharp, arched eyebrows furrowed warily, and her beautiful phoenix eyes shone with a lively spirit as she stared directly at the man before her.

"I heard you two have been dating for a long time. Don't you ever feel that

kind of atmosphere when you're together?" The woman held her coffee cup silently. Lai Gouzi reached into his pocket below his collar, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and held one between his fingers. "Oh? So you're in a virgin-to-virgin relationship? Is that what you mean?"

Lai Gouzi's sharp eyes narrowed into thin needles, the dark shadows between them like a sinister glint. He said with an air of sanctimonious composure, "If I could," he said, "I could give a speech in that area," deliberately drawing out the last syllable of "that." He held the cigarette between two fingers, twirling it gently. The cigarette butt, with its sinister undertones, seemed to spin a giant, insidious vortex as his fingers moved.

"Of course, I'm only saying this to you..."

Li Yaxiang flung her cup away, the sudden movement splashing scalding coffee all over Lai Gouzi. He sprang to his feet, his chair tumbling to the floor.

Her beautiful eyes, like an angry phoenix, glared fiercely at Lai Gouzi: "Get out of here!"

Lai Gouzi shrugged, feigning indifference, put his hands in his pockets, and slunk away.

Drunk, Liu Zhengcheng lay in bed, completely unaware of the argument between Lai Gouzi and his girlfriend. In his dream, he returned to that terrifying night.

The dimly lit recycling yard exuded an empty desolation.

He didn't know where everyone had gone. Those people? Those scavengers? They were all gone!

The ground was littered with rubbish, several piles of broken iron made from stacked junk cars, and a still-burning fire.
What shocked Liu Zhengcheng was the bloodstains near the fire. Could these be...?

Following the bloodstains, he walked behind the pile of scrap metal and found a group of scavengers surrounding a naked girl.

Liu Zhengcheng exhaled a breath of pent-up anger and roared at the sky: "Ya Xiang!"

Chapter Five.

The sunlight shone brightly, dazzling rays streaming through the blinds and falling on the face of the sleeping girl. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Liu Zhengcheng turned off the alarm clock, stretched his arms, and yawned: "Get up."

Li Ya Xiang got dressed and waited by the small motorcycle. The two rode to school together as usual.

"Ah! I forgot something again."

Ya Xiang smiled faintly: "Was it in a hurry?" "If it's not urgent, I don't have classes after noon, I'll come get it for you."
"Okay."

Noon. A secret art studio hidden in the mountains.

A pair of pink sneakers stepped onto the wooden door, a familiar key was inserted and turned, the door lock unlocked naturally.

"Huh? Why is the light broken?" Only Ya Xiang remained in the dark studio. She didn't know much about plumbing or electricity and didn't know how to fix it. In such darkness, she couldn't find Zheng Cheng's paintbrush.

Sunlight pierced the dark studio, creating a black and white scene. Her position was reflected in the white halo, casting her own graceful figure, while the rest of her surroundings were pitch black.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to go back to school first. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a breeze blew in. The breeze, which clearly didn't understand art, for some reason lifted the white sheet, revealing the life-sized oil painting.

The sunlight streaming through the gate refracted onto the oil painting, making the oil gloss reflect a crystalline brilliance. The woman in the painting was so beautiful! As she looked at it, she thought back to the day she gave him the gift.

"Happy birthday.

" "Xiao Cheng, why did you paint me?"

Liu Zhengcheng asked innocently and cheerfully, "Because painting your portrait is the happiest thing for me."

"Cheng.

" "Thank you~~ thank you for always painting me.

" "Thank you for always caring about me." "

Thank you for cherishing me." "

Li Yaxiang gazed intently at the oil painting, her hand involuntarily stroking her genitals through her pants. 'Ah...ah...Cheng...but...I...ah...'

The cumbersome pants were pulled down, and her slender fingers expertly found the cleft, rubbing the mound of flesh back and forth. Suddenly, the door slammed shut, plunging her into darkness. An unknown person strode up to her. She cried out in surprise, 'Who is it...' Before she could finish, the person grabbed Yaxiang's hand and pulled her outside.

'Xiao Cheng...' the person said, holding Li Yaxiang's hand without speaking."

Her boyfriend had seen her masturbating. She was initially shocked, then furious. She was angry that Liu Zhengcheng had refused to have sex with her since that incident. "It's all because of you..." the girl said shyly, turning away, tears streaming down her face. "...That's why I did this alone..."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her breast from behind, kneading it in circles. The hands deftly removed her outer clothing, revealing her breasts covered by a bra. The man hugged her from behind, continuing to knead her breasts with one hand while unhooking her bra with the other.

"Cheng...you...ah..." Soon, the woman was completely naked. Those nimble hands, one grasping and kneading her nipple, the other moving between her legs, searching for the hidden crevice.Those nimble hands, with their thumbs and forefingers, pinched the base of the breast, slowly squeezing up the plump flesh, then pinching and kneading; rubbing and pushing. The small, tender breast, though not large, was supple and resilient, like fresh dough just moistened with water, stretched by the baker into long strips, flat rounds, cones, ovals, polygons, and all sorts of shapes. Each finger was like a rough rolling pin, rolling back and forth in the dough, transforming the fresh, meaty dough into a fine, soft, cooked dough.

"Ah... um... ah um..." As the dough turned red from being kneaded, faint moans gradually became clearer.
The two breasts, topped with small, rosy nipples, like two unripe cherries, moved about in the dough, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, like shy young girls trying to evade the dough-pulling tool, but ultimately being pinched and plucked by the farmer.

"Cheng... oh... um ah... that's good... ah..."

The two unripe cherries, pinched flat by the farmer's fingers, pleaded with him in a soft, coquettish voice, revealing a shy allure.

Ya Xiang let the man knead her breasts, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. She turned her head and saw a face appear before her in the dark studio.

Half a patch of hazy yellow sunlight gradually sank behind the mountains. A babbling brook cascaded down the peaks, forming a ravine. Below, a deep brownish-blue mingled with a dark pine-brown, creating a dense, dark purple forest. Neat rows of fir trees lined the mountain path.

As the last rays of the setting sun finally disappeared, plunging the earth into darkness, a gust of wind ripped through the tranquil path, sending leaves fluttering down.

In the silent green night, a bright yellow headlight pierced the darkness as a small motorcycle weaved along the mountain road.

"Completely late."

Liu Zhengcheng revved the engine, accelerating relentlessly. He had left school so late that it was already dark by the time he reached the mountain road. Being late was a minor matter, but something else was troubling him: "It still hasn't arrived. Perhaps they never found it in the end?" "His girlfriend was supposed to bring him the paintbrushes he'd forgotten this afternoon, but she hadn't arrived yet. He blamed it on Li Yaxiang not finding them.

But... why hadn't she called him?"

A strange feeling pounded in his chest. His hand gripped the handlebars, and he unconsciously
tightened his grip, revving the engine to its limit.

The motorcycle roared to life, like a spinning dragon, disappearing into the deep, dark mountains.

Chapter Six

: "Stop!" A traffic policeman in a reflective vest waved a flashlight.

Liu Zhengcheng stopped the motorcycle and asked, "What is it?" The policeman shone his light on the barricade behind him, which displayed the words "Under Construction" in bold script. "The road ahead has collapsed. We've closed it off and are calling for repairs." "

Trouble!" "We'll have to take a longer route." Liu Zhengcheng turned the car around and drove onto another side road.

A knife! A sharp, razor-sharp paint scraper, its acute angle pressed directly against the intruder. Lai Gouzi's sharp eyes narrowed into thin needles, the dark shadows between them like a sinister, malevolent aura. He said with an air of self-righteousness, "Leaving aside my previous speech, I just found your boyfriend's things and came to return them. Suddenly I saw someone masturbating in front of me, and I didn't know what to do..." "

So..."

Li Yaxiang covered her body with one hand, holding the paint scraper to Lai Gouzi with the other. Her sword-like eyebrows were tightly guarded, as if facing a formidable enemy. Her bright, phoenix-like eyes glared at the person before her. She said coquettishly, "If you don't leave now, I'm going to call the police!" "

Lai Gouzi revealed a sinister, nonchalant smile, slowly taking a few steps back. 'I think this place is quite cozy~' He looked around, unconsciously approaching the oil painting that was the 'birthday present.'

Li Yaxiang cried out urgently, 'Don't go near that painting!' But the more she tried to stop him, the more Lai Gouzi wanted to see it. 'Hmm! I've discovered a large piece.' He reached out to touch the painting.

'Don't touch that painting!' Li Yaxiang hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. In that moment of distraction, Lai Gouzi seized the opportunity to grab her wrist holding the knife.

'If you dare touch that painting, I'll kill you!'

The blade flashed like starlight. Lai Gouzi gripped the slender wrist holding the knife, grinning mischievously, 'Oh! Is that so? I'm so scared!'" "

If I get stabbed randomly with a knife, I'll dodge everywhere, which might ruin the painting," Lai Gouzi said, his other hand gripping the easel, glaring threateningly at Ya Xiang.

Ya Xiang watched anxiously as Lai Gouzi's hand gripped the edge of the painting. Lai Gouzi pressed closer, his eyes fixed on Ya Xiang's face like a hungry wolf. At a different time, in a different place, their eyes met for the second time, but this time Lai Gouzi held the painting hostage, while Li Ya Xiang was left anxious and helpless.

It was a silent war, a battle of wits between their four eyes. The initial standoff, where neither would yield, suddenly changed when Lai Gouzi gripped the edge of the painting. Li Ya Xiang showed a hint of weakness, then turned her face away, avoiding eye contact. Lai

Gouzi had the upper hand, but he wouldn't let up. He forcefully squeezed the slender hand holding the knife, and the five jade-like fingers, soft as cotton, released the hilt. With a clang, the scabbard fell to the ground.

Li Yaxiang didn't resist, letting Lai Gouzi pinch her chin and force her to turn to face the hateful thug. This time, she didn't glare angrily at him, but instead, like a frightened rabbit, her eyes helplessly stared at the ground, afraid to look at anyone.

*Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!* Sorry, the number you dialed is not answering.

Liu Zhengcheng hung up the call, put his phone in his pocket, and thought that taking a longer route back would definitely make him late. He decided to call his girlfriend first, but no one answered. He put on his helmet, started the engine, and continued on his way.

Soft starlight slanted in through the gaps in the blinds, spilling into the studio with colors reminiscent of a Christmas snow scene, creating a silvery-blue canvas, like paint on a palette, spreading through the brush to color the entire room, making everything appear silvery-blue. A silvery-blue handbag lay abandoned on the floor, containing a silvery-blue cell phone, its missed call notification glowing.

A pair of beautiful, slender hands were bound to an easel. "Sorry, I'm quite scared if you swing a knife."
A sinister, wicked look appeared on the silvery-blue face. Lai Gouzi grinned mischievously: "But quite excited, aren't you?" Like a trapped princess,
her bound hands were stretched straight, her delicate breasts thrusting out, her shy legs tightly crossed, and Lai Gouzi was pressing down on Ya Xiang.

Ya Xiang glared at him angrily: "Don't think I'll let this go!" "

Lai Gouzi, grinning lewdly, pounced on the soft, warm female body, opening his disgusting mouth to look at the small nipples and saying, '
Wow! These breasts look delicious! '"i=40> The girl exclaimed in surprise: "Stop!" 　　The terrifying tongue gently licked the small nipple, then pressed against the surrounding areola, swirling it around, leaving a ring of slippery saliva. The sensitive contact between the tongue bud and the nipple electrified Ya Xiang, leaving her speechless. She could only close her eyes and let out a soft moan.

For Li Yaxiang, that brief moment felt like an eternity. In that time, she felt sounds fade like dim starlight, and her sense of touch crumble like layers of warm, melting snow.

She couldn't see the repulsive Lai Gouzi, nor hear the terrifying sounds. She sank into the earth, deeply sank, and all her senses seemed to disappear. She wondered if it was all a dream.

Lai Gouzi was still suckling at her breast. He suddenly noticed the woman beneath him struggling less, but naturally, he didn't stop his assault; instead, he intensified it! The evil man's mouth, like a ravenous ghost, greedily devoured the milk, licking and sucking roughly, making rude licking sounds, "Squeak~ Squeak~".

In his eyes, Li Yaxiang was a defenseless doe, vulnerable to being ravaged, and he was a tiger pouncing on its prey. The strong prey on the weak; as the king of prey, he had the right to control his prey at will.

He raised his head, one hand still pinching her breast, the other gripping her cheeks, forcing Li Yaxiang to open her mouth; clear, foul-smelling saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue, like a spider's web into her mouth.
After swallowing the man's saliva, Li Yaxiang's eyes became hazy and cloudy, her cheeks flushed, her small nipples erect, the two tiny nipples standing straight up, being pinched and played with by the lazy dog.

The hand that had been gripping her cheeks moved to caress her face, then slid down to her neck, the greedy hand, having tasted the sweetness, couldn't resist reaching for her genitals.

"I got excited the first time I saw you at school," the greedy hand squeezed between her crossed thighs, a few fingers touching the labia hidden beneath her pubic hair.

Stimulated, the woman couldn't help but groan: "Ahhh..."

Lai Gouzi pushed himself up with both hands, forcefully spreading Ya Xiang's thighs, and lewdly said: "What kind of screams will a woman make when her virginity is taken away?"
Ya Xiang's two bound elbows were pressed against the bed, supporting her neck. She frowned, her watery eyes looking at the man beneath her in terror. Lai Gouzi lifted his face from between her breasts and grinned wickedly at Ya Xiang: "It's okay, I'll make sure you're completely wet before I put it in, it won't hurt... I guess..."

Before he finished speaking, Lai Gouzi pressed his hands on the woman's buttocks, forcefully flipped her over, folding Ya Xiang up so that her thighs were suspended in the air, his penis pressed against her chest, squeezing her two blue breasts into a cone shape.

Two plump, round buttocks were laid bare before her eyes, the deep ravine between her buttocks exposed to the thug's invasion. The scoundrel pressed his palm against her buttocks, his ten fingers working together to pry open the tender labia, revealing the vibrant flesh inside.

Layers of flesh folded into concentric depressions, and the invader's fingers pressed down along these depressions, his thumb and forefinger working together to separate the two labia, revealing a thin, creamy membrane inside.

Li Yaxiang lay dazed on the bed, losing all resistance; for her, this dream had been a little too long.

"Then let's immediately…" the lewd-faced scoundrel stretched out his tongue, "Let's plow it up

!" His mouth pressed against the labia, his tongue licking up and down inside the flesh, making soft, squelching sounds.
"Ugh…" Yaxiang's eyes closed tightly in shame and indignation, shaking her head in resistance.

The wicked tongue, like a cunning water snake, coiled around the soft, fleshy outer lips of the clam, licking and teasing. A tingling, electric sensation shot through her scalp, making the woman tremble uncontrollably. A faint, lustful fluid secreted, moistening the entire clam.

The terrifying water snake slithered across the moist clam, its diamond-shaped head spitting out sharp, venomous fangs, biting into the plump, tender flesh. The virgin's raw taste was as verdant as truffles, warm, sour, and sticky.

The sensation on her tongue was like carefully chewed grass, crushing it into fragrant, green, sour juice that flowed into her mouth.

The wicked tongue, like a snake, turned and coiled around the protruding clitoris. The snake-like tongue licked the swollen bud, making the woman cry out involuntarily: "No! Ahh~~" Stimulated, her thighs reflexively clamped together.

Lai Gouzi revealed a sinister look, staring at the fleshy opening between the woman's legs, and sneered: "I suppose the shape here will change later, won't it?" "

Suddenly, Li Yaxiang's eyes lit up, and she screamed, 'No!'"

A small motorcycle was parked outside the white grid lines. Liu Zhengcheng kicked the kickstand, put the motorcycle down, and jumped off. He hung his helmet on the side mirror. He looked around; overgrown weeds and piles of discarded wood and metal materials formed small hills. Beside these hills stood a silent little house—his secret studio.

"No lights on?"

Usually, the lights would be on at this time, but it was pitch black. Liu Zhengcheng walked over slowly, puzzled.

Chapter Seven.

The girl's budding breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. "Huff...huff...ah..." A torn piece of burlap lay half on the ground, the other half wrapped around Li Yaxiang's wrist. Another... The

woman lay naked on the bed, her left wrist covering her eyes, her other right hand, bound by burlap, bent and falling behind her head, hidden by her long, black hair.

Lai Gouzi sat to Li Yaxiang's right, one hand pressing on her mound between her legs, fiddling with it. A series of wet, squelching sounds came from her lower body. "You're quite sensitive, aren't you? You're already overflowing.

" "Is this really your first time?"

The woman lowered her hand, revealing her beautiful phoenix eyes, her brows furrowed angrily, and she retorted with disgust, "Disgusting!" "
Do
n't say things like that," Lai Gouzi said, pinching his penis and rubbing it a few times until it immediately became erect.
"Next..."

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