Psychic Detective

Chapter 1

Late at night, in a small alley in S City that hadn't yet been slated for demolition and retained its 1980s style.

A black cat perched on a crooked sign, meowing in mating season. Opposite the cat was a pawnshop that had already
closed its . The light in the second-floor window flickered faintly, the aged incandescent bulb
blinking intermittently.

The spring night was still chilly; the rising heat and the outside cold air mingled through the thin glass
, quickly turning into a thick white fog that obscured everything visible and unseen.

In the second-floor bedroom, the spacious bed creaked and swayed, two snow-white bodies intertwined
, various clothes scattered on the floor.

There were men's shorts and a black shirt lying on the floor, a pair of
white lace underwear tossed onto a rosewood stool, and a matching lace bra of a rather full size.

A man who looked no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old stood by the bed, naked, but
wearing a terrifying demon mask on his face. He gripped a trembling, round, beautiful foot with both hands, panting
as his thick, dark penis thrust in and out of the woman's vagina with each thrust. He would occasionally bend down and
bite a pink, erect nipple, smacking his lips.

Below him, a woman with long, beautiful black hair was constantly moaning. Her figure was extremely
voluptuous ; her breasts were almost a 36D or even an E cup, standing high and full,
perfectly rounded, plump and alluring. Even when lying on her back on the bed, they did not collapse or deform, remaining round
like two upside-down bowls, and no matter how much they were kneaded, they would quickly return to their original shape.

The woman had a devilishly large bust and a slender waist. Her taut abdomen was flat from long-term exercise, and a captivating six-pack extended
down which was
being forcefully thrust into by the man, was so clean that not a single hair could be seen. Her two labia were full and plump,
protruding from their tender lip line. Each time the penis grazed her, it would be pulled, sometimes going in and sometimes
coming out, occasionally splashing out a drop of cloudy, lustful fluid. Most of it would flow down her parted buttocks and gather near
another delicate opening, but it wouldn't flow down.

"Ugh... ugh... hmph... um..." The woman closed her eyes, feigning pain. Her hands were
bound with rope and placed on her lower abdomen. Her ten sharp, slender fingers were clenched tightly together. Several times she opened them and then closed them again,
as if she wanted to touch her vulva that was being violated, but each time she was stopped by the man on top of her, and instead
received slaps on her plump buttocks and large breasts.

The man released the woman's beautiful feet, instead gripping her slender waist and pressing her down
on top of him, thrusting into her strong, muscular body rose and fell with each stroke, his penis possessing an incredibly large size
and force, each insertion spraying out copious amounts of semen. Under such onslaught, the woman could only continue to moan softly
, her plump, beautiful legs involuntarily wrapping around the man's waist,
swaying , while simultaneously throwing her head back, shaking it weakly.

"Big-breasted policewoman, you filthy slut, your tits are so big, do you usually wear
your uniform tighter on purpose, then bend over and spread your legs to seduce those young male police officers, letting them masturbate at night while watching your
black-stockinged legs? Tell me, is that right?!" The man said, slapping her white, firm
buttocks below, his dark penis rubbing against her repeatedly, his leg hair and pubic hair rubbing against the woman's smooth, white vulva,
letting out a comfortable pant.

The woman, who appeared to be a policewoman but was subdued by the man wearing a demon mask,
remained silent throughout, shaking her head in denial, but her breathing... became much heavier.

"Still not admitting it? Look how wet you are down there, it's so hot I can barely hold it in. Tell me,
you bitch policewoman, haven't you always wanted to be raped by criminals? Like me, tied to the bed, fucked
your cunt and then your asshole, and if that's not enough, I'll call a few more people to fuck you together?"

"No...no...I didn't...ha...don't...talk nonsense." The woman finally spoke,
glaring at the man, her eyes watery and hazy, her shoulders and breasts trembling, her two cherry-pink
nipples, which had been soft, now hardened like two sharp nails.

"Talk nonsense? You slut, your tits are hard as a rock, and I'm talking nonsense? Get up, stick your ass out
, you bitch!" The man suddenly pulled out his penis, slapped the woman's plump buttocks, and roared.

The woman seemed to understand the man's meaning instantly. Instead of struggling and running away,
she rolled over, raising her beautiful buttocks high. Her buttocks, like ripe peaches, split open in the middle,
revealing her anus and vagina, dripping with a lascivious, yet surprisingly unblemished, clean and beautiful.

"Hoo..."

The man was also deeply moved at that moment. He lowered his body, holding the woman's buttocks, and thrust
his penis into her hairless vagina, slapping it repeatedly.

"Ugh... ah... no... don't..." The woman buried her head in the pillow, emitting
moans that were hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain. Her hands gripped the mattress tightly, her buttocks swaying exaggeratedly with each thrust
, while a pair of rough hands roamed over her body, pinching her large breasts, flattened by the bed
, and pinching her pink nipples. The point of their union made a series of slapping sounds as a monstrous penis disappeared into
the woman's buttocks, white semen splattering everywhere.

"Slut! Is it good? Is it good? Is it better when I'm doing it, or when someone else does it?! Tell me, tell me!"
The man's voice grew louder and louder, and he suddenly ripped off his mask, slamming it down
next to the woman's head, which was buried under the pillow.

The woman opened her eyes and saw the hideous, terrifying demon mask. Her body
trembled , and she finally screamed, "No more...no more...if you keep
doing this...I'm going crazy from pleasure...oh!"

At that moment, the man behind her heard this and reached the crucial moment. He grabbed
the woman's buttocks, as if to tear her peach-like flesh apart. He pulled back, then
thrust in hard, his dark penis throbbing and pressing deep into her uterus, but just a little short of breaking through her core.
He failed miserably and ejaculated a thick stream of semen!

"I'm coming... I'm going to come... Catch it all, you slut!"

"Ugh!"

With the man's shout, the woman's body tensed up quickly, her plump buttocks slamming back,
catching a large gush of the man's viscous semen inside her.

"Ha... Ha... Yue, did you come?" The man lay on the woman's upturned buttocks and back,
kissing her reddened earlobe, and asked.

"Mmm... I came." The woman rolled over, hugged the man's head, and buried his face
between her full breasts.

However, the man frowned in pain, biting his lip, his gaze fixed
on the demon mask on the bedside table.

His name is Tang Serui, a native of S City, a graduate of the local university, and twenty-six years old this year. He
doesn't have a stable job yet, but has taken over the old pawnshop passed down from his grandfather. Every day he deals with one
cunning old scoundrel after another, and occasionally encounters some clueless young punks who come looking for trouble.

At this time, his girlfriend Xu Ningyue, whom he has been dating since high school and who works at the nearby police station,
plays a deterrent role, helping him deal with those troublesome guys who laugh when they're smug and complain when they're wronged.

Xu Ningyue is also twenty-six years old this year, the same age as Tang Serui. She has always been tall and voluptuous,
her height of 1.73 meters is enough to make many men hesitate, and her 36D to near-E breasts have attracted the attention of most boys since
high school . According to Tang Serui's incomplete statistics,
among the boys in his same grade and class, there isn't a single one who hasn't dreamed of her and ejaculated at night.

Their meeting, acquaintance, falling in love, and growing to love Xu Ningyue felt like a dream, but this dream seemed to
have , not a smooth journey.

Two years ago, due to Tang Serui's mistake, he provoked something he shouldn't have, leading to
an accident. Xu Ningyue, trying to save his life, was accidentally caught in the crossfire. Although both survived
, what happened during that incident became a knot in their hearts.

Since then, the once sunny and cheerful Xu Ningyue rarely smiled anymore. Even
during passionate nights, Tang Serui needed to use that damned demon mask to enhance the experience; otherwise, Xu Ningyue
felt nothing, not even arousal.

PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

This condition primarily affects the mind, but in severe cases, it can also affect physical sensations.

Xu Ningyue suffered from this incurable symptom. She became silent, indifferent, and
lost interest in sex. Even just now, despite Tang Serui's earnest performance and efforts, she only became aroused,
not reached orgasm.

Women are all good at acting, and Xu Ningyue was a woman too, but her acting skills were
n't enough to make Tang Serui completely oblivious.

"Rui, I'm going to take a shower," Xu Ningyue said, releasing Tang Serui's head. Her flawless
body was naked as she walked towards the bathroom.

The showerhead sprayed water onto her face, wetting her waist-length black hair. After leaving Tang Serui's
embrace , alone, she wore an extreme indifference. She looked down at her hairless
crotch, pursed her lips, and then carefully dug out everything her boyfriend had ejaculated inside her. Watching it
wash away with the water, she finally smiled.

This was a twisted and deformed love. Everything changed two years ago when Tang Serui accepted a commission and, ignoring her
advice , insisted on performing a so-called exorcism.

The vengeful ghost behind the mask possessed her boyfriend, repeatedly raping and toying with her, using
unfamiliar tones and brutal actions to penetrate every orifice of her alluring body—her cherry lips, her
vulva, and… her untouched anus—all defiled.

Even the fierce ghost eventually influenced the client, controlling him to torment
her for a full day and night.

She survived by chance, because no one, including Tang Serui, knew she could also communicate with spirits and possessed a very special constitution. This constitution allowed the evil ghost to lose its power to manifest
after raping and toying with her, dissipating into ashes. 　　But was it really worth it? 　　Xu Ningyue didn't know, and neither did Tang Serui. 　　In any case, it's all over now, two years have passed. 　　"Yes...it's been two years since I had an orgasm." 　　Xu Ningyue looked at herself in the mirror, and the狰狞(zhengning - ferocious/hideous ) face of Tang Serui after he was possessed suddenly appeared in her mind. She trembled, and a drop of semi-transparent fluid secreted from between her legs...and fell to the ground ... 　　... 　　... 　　The next day, a bright morning. 　　Tang Serui got up early and came down from the attic wearing loose pajamas. 　　His girlfriend, Xu Ningyue, was already dressed. She was wearing a smart police uniform, mainly blue and white. The short skirt on her was obviously a bit too tight, and black stockings wrapped her slender and smooth legs . The shirt in front of her chest was stretched high, even giving the illusion that it would burst open with the slightest force. 　　"Getting up so early, why not sleep a little longer?" Xu Ningyue ate fried dough sticks and soy milk, and pointed to the table opposite, where a portion had also been prepared for Tang Serui. 　　She was still without makeup today, her delicate features and jet-black hair highlighting her fair skin. She wore flat black pointed-toe boots, reflecting the bright sunlight streaming in from the window. 　　Xu Ningyue's feet were exquisitely small; these ordinary pointed-toe boots largely wasted the beautiful shape of her ankles and the arch of her feet. If it weren't for what happened two years ago, Xu Ningyue would likely have become a professional white-collar worker, instead of self-destructively throwing herself into the police force, like , bidding farewell to high heels and dresses, even lipstick and perfume becoming mere decorations. 　　Tang Serui didn't speak, quietly sitting beside his girlfriend, moving the food that was laid out over there, and eating it bite by bite. Suddenly, he said, "I didn't sleep well last night." 　　Xu Ningyue, wiping her mouth after finishing her meal, couldn't help but look up at him when she heard this, her voice soft...

He spoke gently, with a hint of guilt, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I just overheard Old Wang's family arguing last night, saying they had two
children but neither of them were their own."

*Pfft!*

Xu Ningyue was amused by Tang Serui's funny expression. She reached out and slapped his forehead, pretending to be angry,
"Using those big, shifty eyes of yours again, aren't you?"

Tang Serui chuckled, but that wasn't all. Taking advantage of Xu Ningyue's rare outburst of laughter, he quietly leaned closer and
added, "Not only that, I also heard the woman next door say it's Old Wang's dad's."

Xu Ningyue almost laughed herself silly. She reached out and pinched Tang Serui's ear, saying, "You're talking nonsense again,
just teasing me, aren't you?"

Tang Serui enjoyed the rare moment of warmth and nodded. His hands, however, weren't entirely at ease, reached towards Xu Ningyue's chest
, unbuttoning a button and revealing a glimpse of a bright red bra. He frowned and said, "
Wearing something so flashy today?"

"Hmm, to ward off your evil aura." Xu Ningyue frowned, her face flushed, not wanting to play along with his antics any longer. She
decisively got up to leave.

"Oh right, Auntie couldn't reach you on the phone, so she called me. She said she'll come see you later, so
don't wander around."

Tang Serui spread his hands, took a bite of a fried dough stick, glanced at the cabinets and the antiques and miscellaneous items displayed around him
, and replied, "With all these treasures, where would I go?"

"You're such a chatterbox!" Xu Ningyue covered her mouth and closed the door.

That instant sway of her slender waist, the black stockings creating a subtle groove between her legs, made Tang Serui
hard again early in the morning. He really wanted to keep her there.

However, the thought of that lingering demon mask made Tang Serui lose his appetite for breakfast
. He sighed dejectedly.

He had a secret, a secret known only to a few: the ability to see ghosts.

Feng shui, the Eight Trigrams, gods and demons—these are things that modern science struggles to explain.
Those who don't believe don't believe, those who do, resulting in polarized opinions: some scoff, others take them as destiny.

But the fact is, ghosts and spirits truly exist, a fact Tang Serui knew when he was six.

Contrary to popular belief, these monsters aren't as terrifying, grotesque, and
ugly as depicted in movies. They have fixed forms, rhythms of life, and systems similar to human society. Of course,
occasionally one or two disobedient ghosts wander outside the rules, deliberately creating terrifying
appearances to frighten humans; there are even truly malevolent spirits unable to reincarnate.

But normally, they cannot cross the boundary between the living and the dead, and cannot cause substantial
harm . Therefore, their usual tactics are suggestion and manipulation.

Tang Serui possessed the ability to see ghosts from a young age, but his eyes couldn't fully
discern . At most, he could only see blurry clusters of light and shadow, thus knowing that such things existed.

His father died young, and his grandfather passed away when he was six. The old man, who had spent
almost , warned Tang Serui several times:

"Your ability to communicate with spirits is a gift from heaven. But this gift isn't for exorcising demons;
it's for you and your loved ones to stay as far away from these unclean things as possible. Some things, once touched,
will never end unless you die.

" Tang Serui was a rebellious child, always had been, but he had to listen to his grandfather. So, for eight years, from age six to
twenty- four, he never performed an exorcism. Until two years ago, his best
roommate and brother bought a demon mask from a strange old man, intending only to scare people on
Halloween . Unexpectedly, he fell under the spell of that vengeful spirit, plagued by nightmares.

Because of that incident, his girlfriend no longer felt like a girlfriend, his brother was no longer a brother, and everything
went awry.

Just then, a rapid knocking at the door pulled Tang Serui from his reverie.

He instinctively thought it was his mother, and without even changing out of his pajamas, he carelessly opened the door.
But what appeared before him, without a word, was a woman who pounced on him, pressing her two large, swollen breasts against his chest—
it was none other than Li Yun, the neighbor's wife from the story Tang Serui had just been joking about with Xu

Ningyue!

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