Snow

Snowflakes
Author: Hunhun
Word Count: 10912
Years later, when I strolled through the streets of New York and encountered her again in a moment of boredom, I showed not a trace of unease or surprise, displaying the numbness and calmness of a professional assassin to the fullest extent. She was just herself, not Snowflakes, and could not be, even though she resembled Snowflakes so much. I understood this very well. Exquisite and delicate features, a tall and well-proportioned figure, fair and tender skin, and long, flowing black hair—all of these recreated the image of Snowflakes before my eyes.
But it was just an image. She was still herself, although, like Snowflakes, she also had a pair of stunningly beautiful legs. In the cold-blooded eyes of an assassin, there aren't many legs to admire. She and Snowflakes undoubtedly counted as two of them. Indeed, her legs were straight and well-proportioned, the kind of beauty that could make even the eunuchs in the palace bleed from their noses. Although I was an assassin, I was also a perfectly normal man, so I couldn't escape the allure of those legs either. At that moment, it wasn't just my nose that bled, but also my eyes, which were burning red.
Actually, there was something in the world more captivating than those legs. That was the faint smile of their owner.
It was because my gaze was fixed on her legs that she returned my smile with those bright, almost expressive eyes. The smile was merely a basic courtesy between strangers, almost devoid of weight or value. But it was this unintentional smile that instantly changed our destinies.
Of course, even if her smile were breathtakingly beautiful, to instantly change the fate of an assassin was undoubtedly a pipe dream. What changed our destinies was actually the muzzle of a madman's gun.
In later reports, I learned that the madman who suddenly appeared in front of us from the alley was a cynical psychopath who was shot dead by the police after shooting more than thirty innocent people. She, who was closest to the madman, was unharmed. The reason was that I, with the agility and decisiveness of an assassin, shielded her from the flying bullets with my own body. In a hazy dream, I heard the sound of bullets shattering my bones, her desperate screams, and the madman's desperate cries and dying groans.
Then, I felt my soul leave my body, and I vaguely saw a woman smiling meaningfully at me. It was Piaoxue! Because there could never be another woman in the world who could display such a smile. That smile, representing the brilliance and poignant beauty of life, became eternal in my mind. And so, my soul traveled through time and space, returning to that night several years ago…
The story begins like this: On a warm, sunny winter day, in a beautiful city in southern China, there was a beautiful garden villa, and in that beautiful garden villa lived a beautiful princess. The beautiful princess was always kept in that beautiful villa by the prince, like a beautiful canary he kept.
In that beautiful garden villa, the princess's daily routine consisted of constantly changing into many beautiful clothes, and then wandering alone in the villa's warm rooms, admiring herself in solitude. Or she might lie in the spacious bathtub, letting her smooth, jade-like body immerse itself in the fragrant mist, fantasizing about the caresses of a man amidst the surging heat. After bathing, the princess would emerge naked, draw all the curtains, and wander alone through the rooms, occasionally pausing before the dressing mirrors, either basking in self-satisfaction or feeling melancholic at her exquisite, flawless figure.
The enclosed garden villa was heavily guarded. Outsiders and thieves couldn't possibly break in, so the princess felt secure, displaying her perfection in the quiet house every day. Occasionally, she would hide behind the curtains, watching the security guards stand imposingly in the sunlight, letting her fully exposed body flash past their eyes. Then, she would cover her mouth and secretly smile at their adoring gazes.
Finally, one day, as usual, she walked naked from the bathroom into the living room, only to find someone on the sofa. A stranger. At that moment, she didn't know my true purpose.
"Hi! Excuse me, I think I forgot to knock." I greeted the naked beauty in front of me with a smile, like a lover separated for a short time. "You..." Her reaction was quick; she immediately crossed her arms and turned to run inside, but bumped into me.
I gently kissed her small mouth with my large right hand, then took her small hands in a friendly manner with my left hand and pressed them against her chest, like a well-mannered gentleman to his lover in his arms. I whispered, "I've always preferred obedient girls. I hope we can maintain a friendly relationship so that both of us can feel comfortable working together. You won't disappoint me, will you?" She looked at me helplessly with her bright eyes wide open, and finally nodded in agreement with a sob.
Long afterward, when I recalled that moment, I was always amazed by her calmness and intelligence. Her ability to recover quickly from such a drastic change was truly remarkable.
"Say it. What do you want?" She kicked down, crossed her arms, and said to me with a cold smile. At the time, I thought her action was just a girl's shyness. It wasn't until later, when her body was fully revealed to me, that I discovered her unspoken secret.
"I'm a very proper businessman. I just want to do a small deal with the person who's keeping you. To put it bluntly, I just want to use you to exchange for a little money," I explained my intentions tactfully. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, because I'm not as valuable as you think," she said, surprisingly pleased. "The greatest tragedy is not understanding one's own worth. It seems you're no exception. Whether you're valuable or not, we'll talk about that later. Now, please pack your things quickly, grab some necessary items like identification and clothes; we might have to stay away for a few days." "
You want to kidnap me? Get me out of here?" She was shocked, angry, and amused all at once. She was clearly mocking my foolishness. "Yes," I replied. What I can't stand most is a woman's contempt. "To be precise, we're going on a trip together, just like any other couple on their wedding trip. If you're smart and sensible, I believe it will be a very enjoyable trip." As I spoke, I raised my right hand, and a thin blade flew out, slicing a telephone receiver a meter away in two with a "snap."
"I think I can't refuse your kindness anymore." She stood up, and I only mustered the courage to glance at the chastity belt at the base of her thigh and the platinum nipple ring shaped like a plum blossom on her left breast. "You're the second person who has seen my body and can still remain calm," she said as she dressed. I didn't say anything more, just silently watched her calmly and methodically pack her travel clothes, feeling like a newlywed couple happily preparing for their homecoming.
Driving her car out of the security guards' sight, I headed straight out of the city. To my relief, she was quiet the whole way, so quiet that it made my heart race. After changing cars more than a dozen times, we finally left the city where she lived far away.
"Now, isn't it time to talk business?" She finally lost her patience. "Yes. Call my partner first." I agreed, admiring her intelligence.
The call connected quickly. She calmly told her not-so-high-ranking official, "Honey, I can't be with you these next few days. A poor relative keeps bothering me, trying to borrow money from you. I told him you don't have any, but he doesn't believe me, saying he won't let me go back unless I lend him the money. I know you don't have that much money, so I'm not planning to go back. You handle the rest." Then I heard the man's voice on the other end say, "Don't worry, baby. I'll sell everything I own to get you back. Tell me, how much do they want?" "Five million. He left the account number in my room. Three days later, he wants you to pick me up at the garbage dump outside the city..."
Before she could finish, I snatched the phone, turned it off, and threw the SIM card out the car window. "Looks like you're an expert, knowing the police can track our location using phone signals."
"Better safe than sorry. I don't want our trip to be bloody." "Can you tell me where our first stop is?" "Wherever we end up. Now, I hope you can lie down and get some sleep, and have some sweet dreams."
I parked the car on the side of a country road at dusk. Then I took a large combination lock suitcase from the trunk. She watched me open it and jokingly asked, "You don't want me to sleep in here, do you?" "You guessed right. That's exactly what I want you to do. Because we're going to a long way. On such a long journey, it's much more convenient to bring an item than a person. Isn't that right?" I sighed. "I guess I have no other choice." She smiled bitterly. After binding her up, gagged her, and crammed her into the small suitcase, my hands shamelessly ravaged her soft, white body. In the instant I closed the suitcase, I saw a fleeting tear in her eyes, so meaningful.
Twenty-three years ago, one evening in a small village at the foot of this hill, in a snow-covered haystack, a nineteen-year-old girl performed a miracle of life: with her own hands, she pulled a blood-soaked infant from her body, then another. As the two baby girls cried their first cries into the world, the girl closed her eyes contentedly, never to open them again.
That night was very cold, with snowflakes swirling in the air. When the villagers arrived, following the cries of the infants, the woman's body was already stiff, her blood-stained body naked, and a final, frozen smile clung to her face. The villagers picked up the two baby girls wrapped in women's clothes and knelt down before the naked "ice sculpture," weeping...
"Later, a stranger took one of the babies. The other, with the help of the villagers, slowly grew into adulthood. Later still, she left the mountains and integrated into the outside world. Her name was Piaoxue." She told me this story while I sat under a snow-covered pine tree on a hillside. That was three days after her abduction. During the more than two thousand miles of travel, I actually had many opportunities to discard the box containing her body, but I don't understand why I repeatedly abandoned this wise decision.
Three days later, at dusk, I arrived at that desolate hillside. Later, I learned that it was where Piaoxue was born. When I threw down the heavy box, I was exhausted.
But I couldn't rest, because my work wasn't finished. I had to bury her body in the box before dawn. I was certain then that the airtight combination lock had already claimed her young life, and she would probably never know who killed her.
I struggled to dig a pit at the foot of the hill. Then I opened the lock and dumped her out. Just as I had imagined, her eyes were closed, and she had already stopped breathing. I untied the ropes binding her and removed the underwear from her mouth. I began to slowly cut away all her clothes with a knife.
For a long time afterward, I was still puzzled by how my hand holding the knife trembled that day. I was even very careful not to hurt her lifeless skin. Finally, her body was fully revealed before me. The only things I couldn't remove were the chastity belt around her waist and the nipple ring on her left breast. These two things made me imagine the face of the man who had kept her. A feeling of disgust mixed with a primal urge arose within me.
Just a few glances were enough to make my nose bleed to my head. Unable to resist any longer, I pulled out my charred, blackened penis and thrust it into her still-open mouth, even after her underwear was removed. I had to thank her throat, which had opened into a straight tube due to her dying breathlessness, allowing my massive member to penetrate deeply, releasing my desire and my soul in wave after wave of intense thrusting. Strangely, after hundreds of thrusts, she began to breathe again.
Later, I realized it was the result of artificial respiration I had performed using a special method. After I ejaculated inside her warm body, her limbs trembled slightly. I, however, seemed still immersed in that long-awaited climax, staring blankly as she slowly awoke, without taking any action.
Later, I realized what a terrible oversight that was for an assassin. "Hi! Sorry, I think I forgot to knock." After arriving, Piaoxue Huozhuan didn't seem to have rediscovered the joy of life. She merely coughed a few times and returned to normal. Her calmness sent chills down my spine. "It's too cold outside, can I warm up in your house?" I unbuttoned my clothes and let her, naked, lie in my arms, then wrapped her tightly in her clothes.
"I know this place well, we don't have to stand in the cold wind. There's a small cave not far from here, let's rest there for a while." She poked her head out and said to me. "That's a good idea, looks like I can get a good night's sleep tonight." I said casually, without moving. She immediately understood. Because I said "I," not "we."
"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up and do it, you can only rest in peace after you've finished what you need to do." She rested her head on my chest and murmured. "You know, the person who actually wants to kill you is..." I couldn't help but reveal the secret between the assassin and the employer. She quickly covered my mouth with her hand.
"Don't say it, okay?" "So you already knew!" I asked in surprise, cupping her delicate face. She nodded with a wry smile.
"Six years ago, I drifted to that city, all alone and almost forced into prostitution. Then, by chance, we met. He gave me material help and helped me find my confidence. Without him, I wouldn't be who I am today. I understand it's time to end it. Because of him, I know too much. The more one knows, the greater the danger. From the moment you appeared in my room, I felt it was time to put an end to this." "
It seems you love him very much. You'd rather sacrifice yourself to protect him," I said, my voice dripping with jealousy. "Loving someone is really hard. If a woman can love a man with her whole life, that's a woman's happiness." "I want to know, what made you deduce that he wanted to kill you?" I asked, not without doubt. At the same time, I couldn't help but admire this woman's intelligence.
"Intuition. A woman's intuition is usually very accurate. Your goal was to kill me, not kidnap me. The so-called kidnapping and blackmail were just to exonerate him. That way, the police wouldn't suspect him. And you never even considered getting that five million. Nor could you. No kidnapper in the world would be stupid enough to actually go and get that money." "But I never kill someone for nothing. Killing someone should be rewarded; that's only fair." I retorted, unconvinced.
Her intelligence sent chills down my spine. "I know that. Your reward for killing me is far more than five million; conservatively speaking, it's over ten million. But to get that money, you have to take something from me, and that thing is the key to his bank safe deposit box." "Looks like you know quite a lot." I sighed. "Don't treat women like fools. That's a timeless saying. Alright, now you can take what you want."
Long afterward, when I recalled that day, I was still amazed by her composure and calmness. I don't remember when the snow stopped. I only remember that when she tied the rope to a tall pine tree and gestured for me to come over, grab her legs, and lift her up, I was in a daze, as if my soul had left my body.
"I like the feeling of being hanged. Now, you can put me down," she said with a smile, as if she were going to a banquet. In my hazy state, I released her naked body and watched her dance her delicate, white limbs against the night sky illuminated by the snow. What a breathtaking and magnificent sight it was! At that moment, for the first time, I appreciated the splendor and brilliance of life.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the whimpers in her throat slowly ceased. At her final gesture, I walked to her suspended body, pried open her small hands gripping the ropes, and began to snap her slender fingers one by one. I watched her body tremble and convulse in agony. Her constricted throat couldn't utter a sound. Then, as I broke her two delicate arms, I inadvertently lifted her struggling body slightly.
In the brief moment she caught her breath, she uttered her last words: "Continue, don't stop..." Perhaps encouraged by her, I finally rediscovered the nature of a cold-blooded killer. Calmly, I picked up my usual knife and began to bloodily slice at her swaying body. First her arms, then her full breasts. Like dissecting a pig hanging upside down. I couldn't help but marvel at her vibrant life force. Because, as I slowly cut off her jade feet, calves, and thighs from bottom to top, and then opened her abdominal cavity, she was still able to sway and splatter blood all over me.
Many years later, her twin sister asked me, "Since your sister had already decided to hang herself, why did you so cruelly mutilate her body?" I said, "For revenge. For revenge against the man who once loved her but then abandoned her and killed her. In fact, when I sent that scene to that man a month later on my cell phone, he went insane on the spot." "And you? Did you enjoy killing like that?" "Yes. But only women. Actually, the reason your sister asked me to do that was to let me get her chastity belt intact.
It was a chastity belt that required a password to open. If I didn't cut off your sister's legs, the chastity belt couldn't be removed intact." "Did you find out the chastity belt password later?" "Yes. That man kept his word. But I never went to collect the money. Until now."
As I said this, I was lying in a hospital in New York. My twin sister, Piaoling, was lying on top of me. I never imagined that the girl I unintentionally saved from that madman's gun, her sister, was actually Piaoxue, whom I had tortured to death.
"Are you still doing that kind of business now?" Piaoling's tone was cold and calm. "Since burying your sister, I've given up. Because I realized that no one can take anyone's life except themselves. There are no truly successful assassins in this world." "That's very mysterious, hard to understand!" Piaoling shook her head with a smile. I saw a fleeting pain in her eyes.
Two months later. I returned to my residence. Piaoling came back with me. I took Piaoxue's belongings from the safe: a platinum ring, a platinum nipple ring, and the chastity belt worth millions. Piaoling sighed as she stroked the two wooden phalluses on the chastity belt. No wonder she was surprised; the two phalluses, placed back to back, protruded at least five inches long and were covered in small barbs.
"I never imagined my sister was so amazing, managing to carry something this big on her. When she's suspended up, her legs rubbing together, she must be having multiple orgasms." "Maybe," I replied noncommittally. But I clearly saw Piaoling's exquisite legs trembling slightly. The wonders of life may be due to many unpredictable events. Since that ordeal at the gunpoint, Piaoling has become my best friend, someone I can confide in about anything. But our friendship is a very pure one. Although in the dead of night, I always fantasize about embracing and entering that beautiful body that haunts my dreams, it
's just a fantasy. Piaoling has a boyfriend, and she loves him very much. Like her sister Piaoxue, it's a love that's unforgettable. She always talks about how good he is, how outstanding he is. That intoxicated expression drives me crazy with jealousy. From her ecstatic face, I understand four words: wishful thinking. "I've willingly worn my sister's thing for him," she said one day, trembling her exquisite legs in front of me. I understand exactly what her words mean to me. "vanished into thin air" best described my feelings at the time.
Time always slips away unnoticed, and when the following winter arrived, I noticed that Piaoling's expression had become much dimmer. She no longer mentioned "him" as often. I vaguely sensed that Piaoling's relationship was in crisis. "Am I getting old?" Piaoling asked me strangely one day while walking down the street. "How could you be? You're not even thirty yet, you're at the most radiant age for a woman," I said sincerely. "But why do men always like teenage girls?" she asked me, confused. "If it's food, a younger one always tastes fresher. But if it's a utensil, an older one is better," I joked with her.
She didn't speak for a long time, probably because she had figured it out. I thought so. Then one day, I finally understood that the "teenage girl" she was referring to was actually Piaopiao. Eighteen-year-old Piaopiao was full of vitality, pure and immaculate. She was so beautiful that no one dared to have any improper thoughts. In Piaopiao, I saw the shadow of Piaoxue from back then.
"I heard you've killed many, many people, is that right?" Young girls always ask childish questions. "I've never killed anyone, I've only eaten people. Like this, ugh..." I made a swallowing motion, making her and Piaoling burst into laughter. After laughing, Piaoling sighed and said to me, "Now I understand, what you did was right."
A month later, I finally understood the meaning behind Piaoling's words. It was still that cold, snowy day, still that remote, untouched mountain wilderness, and still that blood-red dusk with the cawing of crows. I arrived at the hillside where the snow lay buried. In the evening breeze, the old pine tree that once held the beautiful body of a young girl swayed its bloated, snow-covered trunk clumsily, standing as always, seemingly guarding something, waiting for something.
Sitting on the hillside, I recalled that day once more: beneath the snow-white pine trees, the exquisite body of a young girl was mercilessly dismembered into steaming pieces of flesh by a pair of cruel hands. Blood splattered on the snow, transforming into countless crimson plum blossoms. A distraught man picked up pieces of the girl's bones from the snow and threw them into a dug pit. He then piled the blood-stained snow and soil on top of the remains, placed the girl's clothes on top, and set them on fire. Now, the pine trees and snow remain, the beauty is buried deep underground, and the snow has long since drifted away.
I sighed deeply and rose to head towards the cave that Snowfall had pointed out to me years ago. It was that cave that had once saved my life. After I had brutally murdered and buried the girl Snowfall, this small cave had saved me from an avalanche.
I still remember the dream I had in the cave that night: Piaoxue deciphered the code on her chastity belt, allowing me to enter her body with unbridled pleasure, and we continued our frenzy until dawn…
“Hehe…you really didn’t break your promise.” A girl’s clear voice echoed in the small cave. I was slightly startled, but I immediately recognized it as Piao Piao’s voice. “You brat, you’ve already lost this time. I told you he would definitely come.” Piao Ling said confidently.
I bent down and entered the cave, finding it clean and tidy, thanks to the two beauties. A campfire warmed the cave like spring. “When did you arrive?” I asked suspiciously. “Three nights ago, without anyone noticing.” Piao Piao said proudly. “To avoid causing you trouble, we’ve arranged everything. You just need to follow the plan.” Piao Ling’s self-righteousness was no different from Piaoxue’s.
“I just want to know, what benefits will I get?” I interrupted Piao Ling, pretending to be unhappy. "Your advantage is that Ling-jie and I will let you have your fun all day long. Whatever tricks you want to play, we'll do our best to accommodate you." It seems a little girl will always be a little girl, always treating all men like fools.
Years later, a colleague asked me when I was most like a man. I said it was in a remote mountain cave. He then asked me when I was most like an assassin. My answer was still, in that remote mountain cave. He then asked me what exactly happened in that cave. I pondered for a long time but couldn't answer. There are many, many things in this world that cannot be expressed in words.
What exactly happened in that cave? I unleashed my masculine power on two celestial beauties, finding every imaginable pleasure and joy within them. Especially Miss Piaoling, because she wore her sister Piaoxue's chastity belt, preventing me from penetrating her from below, so I focused extra care on her upper body. By the second night, her throat was swollen and red from my penetration, making it difficult for her to speak. As for eighteen-year-old Piaopiao, she received even more meticulous care from me, every inch of her body bearing my teeth marks. "Choosing the tenderest to eat" is a common male trait, and I was no exception. Women are truly the most incredible creatures in the world; their madness and resilience often leave one in awe.
More than a decade later, when Piaoling and Piaopiao's mutual boyfriend finally found me in a forgotten corner of the world and made me personally experience the cruelty I had inflicted on them, I finally understood the terrifying fear and pain that had entailed. The ultimate fate of an assassin is to be killed; this seems to be an immutable law. Although I couldn't escape it either, I remained calm when that moment arrived.
A colleague once asked me why I would risk killing those three women without any benefit. I found it difficult to tell him the real reason. Only I knew: because all three were beautiful, the type I deeply admired. Unfortunately, the man they loved wasn't me. If you can't obtain what you desire, then destroy it. That's the personality of an assassin. They used their deaths to avenge the man they loved; my cruel killing of them was punishment for their inability to love me. We both got what we deserved. In any business deal in the world, only mutual benefit can ensure a pleasant cooperation.
Only after I left the mountains, after Piaoling and Piaopiao, those two beautiful women, had been reduced to a pile of bones buried underground, did I break my promise to them: I didn't immediately mail the dozen or so DVDs recording their deaths to the man they sought revenge on.
It wasn't until more than a decade later, when I was weary of life, that I told the truth to the man who had driven me mad with jealousy. He didn't disappoint me; he found me in just a month and ended my life using the same methods I had used to torture Piaoling. Only then did I understand that he actually loved Piaoling. The so-called "Piaoling" was merely a form of physical comfort.
Men often make an age-old, classic mistake: they can't distinguish between the mind and the body, and therefore, they can never understand who they truly love. The most wronged was "Piaoling"; she was merely a delicious dish in the man's eyes. The man loved her simply because she was delicious. In fact, being a good dish isn't necessarily a bad thing. It was for this reason that, in that little cave, when I turned her into a veritable piece of roast meat, her expression was one of ecstasy and satisfaction.
I've spent over a decade savoring those two days in that little cave. Almost every time, it filled me with excitement and intoxication. Thanks largely to Piao Piao's photography skills, their two cameras captured every detail, giving me the feeling that it had just happened every time I watched it. We made love wildly all day, using almost every method the three of us could think of. Almost every assassin has a tendency to torture others, and I naturally loved it too.
Here, it wasn't the typical master-slave game of SM, but rather a cat playing and torturing two mice. Because eighteen-year-old Piao Piao was very proud and fond of her delicate skin, I was also very "gentle and tender," but bondage was indispensable. The dancer's body was indeed amazingly flexible. I bound her slender body into a ball of flesh, and she could still use her almost impossible-to-open vagina and anus to serve my huge penis, which truly moved me. While I thrust into the girl's delicate body, which was bound and unable to move, I had Piao Piao use various methods to inflict pain on the delicate flesh ball, so that the flesh ball would twitch in waves, giving my penis inserted into the flesh ball even greater pleasure.
After all, a woman understands a woman, and Piaoling did a perfect job. Iron clamps, steel needles, candles, and fingers were all used simultaneously. Accompanied by the screams of the young girl, Piao Piao, I reached an unprecedented climax. When I released the sweat-drenched girl, Piao Piao, she didn't even have the strength to stand. "Little fox, did you enjoy that?" Piaoling teased hoarsely. "It hurt so much. But it was also incredibly pleasurable. Sister Ling really knows how to torment people!" Piao Piao looked at her pierced, bright red nipples, her bleeding genitals, and her swollen feet, seemingly still unsatisfied. "
Alright, I think she's had enough. Now it's my turn to perform," Piaoling said impatiently. "Of course, since you beat me. Let's begin." Piao Piao, being young, recovered her strength quickly. I mumbled, exhausted, "Let me rest for a bit. Look how impatient you guys are." "I don't want to wait any longer. You rest first, and Piao Piao and I will get ready." "Get ready" was actually quite simple. Piaoling tied a rope to a protruding rock on the cave ceiling, then placed a few small stones on the ground before standing on it. She smoothed her long, glossy black hair, which she was so proud of, and carefully wrapped the rope around her slender neck.
The young girl, Piao Piao, began to remove the stones from Piaoling's feet. Soon, Piaoling's beautiful, white, naked body hung down, only her toes barely touching the stones beneath her feet. "Sister Ling is so beautiful," Piao Piao exclaimed, binding Piaoling's jade-like arms behind her back. Then, she kicked away Piaoling's only support. A magnificent aerial dance began. The nipple rings on her full breasts gleamed. The chastity belt that had once belonged to Piaoling filled me with resentment. But I was quickly captivated by the trembling of those beautiful legs; it drove me wild with excitement.
Because those were the most beautiful legs I loved, and now they could finally spin and dance before me. I felt a sense of satisfaction, as if I could die without regrets for such a sight. Once the beautiful legs slowed their movements, Piaopiao pushed the stones she had kicked away back to the feet of those legs. "Sister Ling really knows how to enjoy herself. Let you catch your breath, then we'll continue." As she spoke, Piaopiao took out two iron clamps from her genitals to hold her clitoris and clipped them onto Piaoling's protruding tongue. Piaoling could no longer speak, but kept nodding in agreement.
In fact, in my eyes, Piaoling was already a tender pig ready to be slaughtered, long since devoid of any rights. Piaopiao then found two brick-sized stones, tied them with thin rope, and hung them on Piaoling's two nipples, stretching her breasts out of shape. It was quite unpleasant to look at. Piaopiao probably noticed this and immediately came up with a remedy. She took out several steel needles that had been inserted into her own breasts and soles of her feet, and inserted them straight into the middle of Piaoling's nipples. Using the weight of her ribs to counteract the downward pressure, she inserted four steel needles into each breast, then put the stones down. Sure enough, they stood up much more upright. Piao Piao clapped and laughed triumphantly. Piao Ling, however, trembled uncontrollably from the pain.
Then, the exquisite jade leg dance began again, this time even more exciting and stimulating. This was not only because of the two constantly swaying small stones, but also because the girl Piao Piao had picked up a long wooden stick and, between those two exquisitely beautiful legs, was relentlessly whipping upwards at the two wooden phalluses inserted into Piao Ling's vagina and anus. By the time the second aerial jade leg dance ended, I had regained my strength. "I think it's time for the final performance," Piao Piao suggested. I immediately agreed, while Piao Ling had long since lost the ability and right to express her opinion.
So, according to their plan, the girl Piao Piao was quickly bound by her ankles and hung upside down next to Piao Ling with her legs spread wide. Piao Piao's two jade arms were also bound behind her back. I patiently admired the two white fleshes hanging opposite each other from several angles, constantly praising the Creator's divine craftsmanship in creating such exquisitely beautiful flesh. "Haven't you seen enough yet? Let's get started!" Piaopiao urged impatiently. I smiled and picked up the small knife I used to butcher Piaopiao, first cutting away the skin and flesh from her genitals, then inserting the wooden stick she had prepared for herself. The tip wasn't sharp; she probably wanted to experience it for a while longer, and I was happy to enjoy the spectacle. Amid Piaopiao's screams, I finally pierced her uterus and entered her abdomen.
"You enjoy yourself for a while. I'll deal with your sister Ling first." After saying this nonsense, I began to dissect the even more beautiful Piao Ling, just like I had done with Piao Xue years ago. This time, I was particularly patient, unlike last time when I was in a hurry. I carefully and slowly cut off pieces of tender flesh from Piao Ling's body, threw them on the ground, stomped on them a few times, and then continued. After cutting off Piao Ling's two jade arms and breasts, I took a moment to call over the young girl Piao Piao. I untied her, turned her upside down, planted the wooden stick in the ground, and slowly pierced her with her own weight. Every time I saw this, I would tremble with a mixture of horror and excitement. Especially when cutting off Piao Ling's exquisite legs, it was almost more stimulating than later roasting the young girl Piao Piao alive on a fire.
What surprised me was that their boyfriends didn't go crazy after watching the whole process. There can only be one explanation for this: he and I are kindred spirits. This makes it easier to understand the methods of revenge he later used on me. Perhaps he, like me, planned to deal with Piaoling and Piaopiao in the same way, but since he wasn't an assassin, he couldn't say it aloud. Thinking about it this way, in that thrilling moment when dealing with the two beauties, did they mistake me for him?
The following spring, carrying some questions I couldn't understand, I stepped onto that hillside. I found the place where the three girls' remains were buried, and the wildflowers were blooming exceptionally profusely. Everything had become a thing of the past, impossible to verify now. To my delight, three beautiful butterflies danced and frolicked among the wildflowers. I stretched out my hand, and they landed on my palm.
Later, these three exquisite butterflies became the only animal specimens in my room.
[The End]

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