Funeral Home Romance

"Old Wang, do you think we'll get a holiday for New Year's Day?" I asked Old Wang, who was looking down at his newspaper .

Without looking up, he coldly replied, "Then tell me, do the dead get holidays or not?"

"Oh," I said, my face full of disappointment. I checked the time; it was only nine o'clock. It was Saturday, and "Happy Camp" was on TV, with Xie Na acting silly and trying her best to make everyone laugh. This made the duty room seem particularly desolate. Today was my first night shift, and Old Wang was on duty with me. I heard he'd been working at this funeral home for over ten years. Perhaps having witnessed too much life and death, his humanity had become very detached.

Just as Old Wang said, the living get holidays, but the dead don't have time restrictions. So, the funeral home needs people on duty even at night. Who knows, some people might suddenly pass away. That's when we're on duty.

"Beep...beep..." A rapid ringing of the phone interrupted my thoughts.

Old Wang answered the phone: "Hello, this is Shuntian Funeral Home. Ah, I see... I'll drive over right away." The call was from the hospital. The hospital is our funeral home's main source of business. After all, it's where the most people die. As long as you have connections in the hospital, you won't have to worry about business. Of course, doctors who refer us will also receive a generous kickback.

"Xiao Li, pack your things. I'll go get the car first," Old Wang instructed me.

"Was it a man or a woman who died this time? How did they die?" I asked curiously.

"An 18-year-old girl, I heard it was suicide," Old Wang's answer was as indifferent as ever. I was used to it.

When we arrived at the hospital, Old Wang went to meet with the deceased's family. There was only a very young girl lying in bed in the ward. If I didn't know in advance that she was the one we were taking away tonight, I would have thought she was just asleep.

From the conversation between the deceased and the doctor, I already knew that the deceased's name was Xiao Lan, and she had committed suicide by turning on the gas. Because her boyfriend had fallen in love with someone else, Xiao Lan couldn't let go and hoped that he could change his mind. But her boyfriend was heartless and left her no room for reconciliation. Desperate, Xiaolan turned on the gas valve when her family wasn't home.

She was discovered and rushed to the hospital, but ultimately couldn't be saved.

I felt a pang of sorrow for this young life as I carefully approached her, trying not to make a sound, as if afraid of waking her. Looking closely, I was surprised; she must have been very beautiful before she died—no, she was still beautiful now. I felt even more sorry for her; that man deserved to be shot. He abandoned such a beautiful woman and cheated on her!

Lying on the bed, Xiaolan looked calm, perhaps because everything was no longer relevant to her. She had an oval face and bangs that reached her eyebrows, though they were a little messy now. I gently smoothed them down. Her eyes were slightly closed, but I could still see her long eyelashes; if they were open, her eyes would be large, and she would definitely be looking at you with a pitiful expression.

My gaze moved downwards; although covered by a thin blanket, a small mound was visible on Xiaolan's chest. I imagine she must have a great figure. I wonder what it would feel like to touch her.

Wait, I turned around and noticed something very strange: Xiaolan's face was a peach-pink. Normally, a dead person's face should be white because of the stagnant blood.

How could this be? And her lips were also very red, slightly parted, like a small cherry tempting you to bite into it. At that moment, I did something I never expected. I actually lowered my head and kissed her.

I was very nervous, my heart pounding wildly. When our lips touched, it wasn't as hot as I had imagined; her lips were icy cold, which brought me back to my senses. It seemed she wasn't asleep, but really dead.

I looked around, thankfully no one was looking this way.

At this moment, Old Wang had finished talking with the deceased's family and told me to carry the body into the car. When I carried Xiaolan on my back, I felt two large mounds of flesh pressing against my back, still soft and yielding. My penis even secretly became erect. Even I couldn't understand how I could have felt desire for a dead person.

On the way back, I told Lao Wang about Xiao Lan's red face. Lao Wang didn't find it strange, saying it was normal. Carbon monoxide poisoning causes severe oxygen deprivation, turning the face pink. After a few hours, the face would gradually turn white.

So that's how it works. It seems Lao Wang's years of hard work haven't been in vain. This made me look at Lao Wang in a new light.

Back at the funeral home, Lao Wang first arranged for me to transport Xiao Lan to the mortuary for preparation, while he went to set up the mourning hall. The accompanying family members were also arranged in the waiting room.

The so-called mortuary was just a large room with a table in the middle. If the body was damaged, it would be cleaned first, then the face would be prepared, makeup applied, and clothes brought by the deceased's family would be worn. Generally, only staff members are allowed inside, as it involves some trade secrets. Actually, I didn't really like it there; it was filled with the smell of formaldehyde and disinfectant.

Now it's just me and Xiaolan left. But we're separated by life and death. Xiaolan is still lying peacefully, just like Jiangcai, though the blush on her face has faded considerably. She's wrapped in a white cloth. I slowly approach and unwrap it. My heart suddenly races with excitement. Her body is about to be exposed before my eyes.

Trembling, I lift the cloth, and the first thing I see is her breasts, still wearing a black bra. Her two round breasts create a deep cleavage. I guess it's probably a D-cup. Then I slowly move down; her abdomen is flat, without an ounce of fat. Then her panties are revealed, white panties with a cartoon monkey on them. A couple of pubic hairs peek out from the side. Finally, her legs are long and slender; if she were wearing stockings, they would definitely make my nose bleed.

This is the first time I've seen a girl this close, and I'm incredibly excited. My penis is already engorged. I can't help but reach up and grab her two large breasts. I can't even hold them with one hand. They're still so soft, probably just like when she was alive. I unhook the bra. Two grape-sized nipples were already erect. I became even more excited, kneading them vigorously, the snow-white breasts changing shape in my hands.

"Ah..." I suddenly realized something terrifying. Xiaolan had opened her eyes and was staring at me. I was so frightened that I kept backing away, finally falling to the ground. I couldn't believe my eyes; the girl had actually sat up, then clutched her head. She muttered to herself, as if saying something about a headache.

Was she a zombie? But after calming down, I thought, no, even a zombie wouldn't talk. I suddenly remembered a newspaper report not long ago about a corpse miraculously coming back to life at the crematorium. Could the girl not be dead?

I slowly approached the girl and said, "You... are you a human or a ghost?"

Xiaolan seemed not to hear me, only continuing to clutch her head and say her head hurt.

Looking at the two large, erect breasts on her chest, I was blinded by lust and walked up to her, no longer afraid that she was a ghost. I grabbed her shoulders and said, "Xiaolan, you're alive, are you alright?" Her skin was smooth and even had some warmth. This made me even more certain that she had only faked her death.

Xiaolan seemed still dazed, and suddenly hugged me, saying, "Aming, don't leave me! Don't leave me!"

Aming? That must be the one who abandoned Xiaolan. It seems her mind isn't quite clear; she mistook me for her boyfriend. I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms. How could I not take advantage of such a situation? Her breasts pressed against my chest. My extinguished desire began to burn again. This time, it was even more intense.

I comforted her, assuring her I wouldn't leave her, while simultaneously using one hand to fondle her breasts. Xiaolan seemed to enjoy my touch, even starting to moan softly, "Bad Ah Ming, you're up to something again." Her voice was sweet, carrying a strong stimulating effect. I simply lowered my head and suckled her nipple. It had a faint, pleasant milky scent. Xiaolan seemed to be reaching her limit, holding my head in her hands and saying, "Suck, Ah Ming, as long as you don't leave me, I'll do whatever you want."

I laid her back down on the table and kissed her. Her reaction was passionate, perhaps a manifestation of her deep love for Ah Ming. For some reason, I felt a pang of jealousy.

Her tongue entwined with mine, and saliva dripped into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind, sucking hard, as if trying to drain me dry.

I was a little breathless and pulled away from her lips. Her eyes were hazy, gazing at me with deep affection. I couldn't bear her gaze, so I kissed her from her neck down to her lower abdomen. My hands didn't leave her large, fleshy breasts untouched.

"Hehe, it's so itchy, Ah Ming. I can't take it anymore," Xiao Lan kept squirming. Seeing that the time was right, I put my head between her legs. A small patch of her panties was already wet with her juices.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it; it had a strong, pungent smell, but it tasted quite good. The wetness in the middle of her panties allowed me to roughly see her vulva.

I couldn't wait to pull down her panties, and between her white legs, a tuft of black pubic hair shone brightly. Xiao Lan tried to cover herself with her hands out of shyness, but of course I couldn't let her succeed. I removed her hands and then lifted her legs onto my shoulders, now her private parts were completely exposed to my eyes.

Her vulva was pink. The small slit was tightly closed, but some clear fluid oozed out, revealing its allure.

I used two fingers to pry open her labia, and I could feel Xiaolan's body tremble slightly. I saw layers of pink folds of flesh inside, covered with glistening liquid.

I stuck out my tongue and stirred it inside, and Xiaolan moaned sweetly as I did. I felt her vaginal walls contract in waves, as if trying to suck my tongue in. At this moment, she secreted a lot of vaginal fluid, which filled my mouth.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I took off my pants and pulled out my erect penis. Xiaolan closed her eyes, already knowing what was about to happen.

My penis pressed against the entrance of Xiaolan's vagina, but only went in halfway because it was too tight.

I had to pull it out again and rub the head of my penis against her clitoris. Xiaolan trembled with pleasure as if electrocuted. This time, her vaginal fluid flowed out like a flood, soaking my pubic hair and scrotum.

I saw that the time was right. I thrust in.

"Ah..." I cried out in pleasure. It was so tight inside, each fold of flesh was like a suction cup, trying to suck me in completely.

I thrust dozens of times until I felt I was about to ejaculate, then quickly pulled out. I squeezed her large breasts and touched her pert buttocks a few times. I then had her climb onto the table and started penetrating her from behind. Each thrust made a slapping sound. Xiaolan seemed very excited. I could feel her breasts getting bigger.

Feeling I was about to ejaculate, I had her lie down with her legs in an M-shape. I saw her vulva overflowing with vaginal fluid, some milky white liquid like freshly whipped cream flowing out of her vagina.

And the mixer was my penis; this time I sped up.

Xiaolan cried out as I thrust into her, "Ah Ming, I feel so good, I'm almost there, I'm coming... I'm coming... ah!"

Xiaolan began to actively respond to my thrusts, and after a dozen or so, her hips twitched. Her vagina tightened even more than before. It seemed she had orgasmed.

I couldn't hold back either; I felt a tingling sensation in the soles of my feet and ejaculated my 20 years of essence inside her. After ejaculating, I didn't pull out immediately. My penis was still inside Xiaolan's body. I just lay on top of her, feeling so good.

"Ah, you're not A-Ming, who are you? Why are you doing this!" Xiaolan seemed to suddenly wake up, grabbing my neck with both hands, her eyes fixed on me. Her face suddenly turned very pale, like a dead person's face.

I couldn't make a sound, only feeling that things had developed too suddenly. My head was also dizzy, and then everything went black.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li, wake up." I heard someone calling my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Lao Wang looking at me with a worried expression. "Lao

Wang, what happened to me?" I realized that I had fallen asleep on the table.

"I came in and saw you lying on the table, thinking you were slacking off. But then I found that your face was pale, and you were calling for something like Xiaolan. It took me a long time to wake you up. Come with me and leave here." Lao Wang came up and took my hand, trying to walk out of the house.

I broke free from his hand because I remembered what had just happened.

Pointing at the table, I shouted to Old Wang, "Xiao Lan isn't dead! If you don't believe me, look..."

I froze, realizing the table was empty, completely bare.

Old Wang looked at me in astonishment and said, "Have you forgotten? Xiao Lan was cremated yesterday. You were the one who pushed her into the crematorium."

Ah, how could that be? That was just now... I couldn't help but tremble all over.

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