Girls' Day Prequel by Jianhua

Prelude to Girls' Day

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On the eve of Girls' Day, two of my roommates went to the Beizhou Aviation University near our university's northern branch for a school fair and never returned. We had to pack their clothes, bedding, and luggage for them and give them to their younger sisters to take home. (The school fair is described in more detail in another story called "The Beautiful Family.")
Xiaoyu kept guessing who would move in with us, and Queyan even optimistically guessed that the newcomer might be a boy. This made us all very curious, wondering what we would do if it really was a boy.
Finally, Zhang Min, the head of the girls' department, brought two people to the middle of our dorm. The one in front was of medium height, very polite, wearing a red dress, brown boots, soft long hair, and delicate features—clearly a freshman. The one behind... well, that was another story. She had very short hair, big eyes, and a big mouth. She wore a school boys' weightlifting team jacket and jeans, her bright eyes darting around, and she carried a large backpack. "Did we really get a boy?" I almost shouted, but when I saw her pink sneakers, I knew she was a girl too. Before I could say anything, this girl spoke up confidently: "My name is Wang Qiqi, you can call me Qiqi."
Xiaoyu had already pulled the pretty girl in front of her, looking her up and down, and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Huang Fen, but in my old dorm, everyone liked to call me Dianxin. You can call me Dianxin too."
The eldest sister in the dorm, Aimei, stretched out her long legs and jumped down from the top bunk, exclaiming, "Ah, Dianxin! I love Dianxin!"
Dianxin blushed and said shyly, "Sister, please don't make fun of Dianxin, okay? Dianxin will feel very embarrassed..."
Queyan helped Qiqi put her backpack away and said, "We all have wardrobes, we don't need backpacks. Hey, are you really not a boy?"
Qiqi narrowed her eyes and brought her face close to Queyan's, "Disappointed, aren't you? Hehe!"
I seized the opportunity, before anyone else could come up with a new topic, and shouted, "Where did you transfer from?"
Everyone heard me. "That's right! We haven't added students, only decreased them. Only when one dorm wasn't enough would we transfer to another!"
Qiqi glared, "Wrong. There's another situation..."
Zhang Min, who hadn't spoken until now, interjected, "It's knowing which dorm is qualified to participate in the Girls' Day shooting contest!"
"Wow! That was so hard to guess! How did you guys figure it out?" Amy asked, her face full of admiration.
"We made a bet!" Qiqi said smugly.
"Huh?!" We were all startled.
It turns out that every year on Girls' Day, there's a little something new for everyone to do. One of the traditional Girls' Day activities is to secretly select the dormitory with the most pretty girls to participate in a Girls' Day shooting contest. The selected dormitory can't reveal the secret, otherwise they'll be disqualified. Other unselected dormitories can try to participate. The way to do so is to send someone to the girls' department to guess which dormitory was selected. If she guesses correctly, everyone in the dormitory is eligible to participate. However, if she guesses incorrectly, the dormitory is disqualified unless they're willing to make a bet. During the bet, all the girls in the dormitory go out one by one to guess, and if they guess wrong, they'll be shot by the girls from that dormitory. Most girls wouldn't agree to this, because very few girls in schools have received professional shooting training. If shot by an ordinary person, the bullets often miss the intended target, resulting in a gruesome death. Qiqi's dorm was actually willing to wager someone's life, and it was clear that only the two of them remained in their dorm before transferring to our place.
"Jianhua, we want to participate in the Girls' Day shooting competition too!" Qiqi pounced on my desk, her innocent eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, desperately trying to look cool.
Girls' Day in universities was originally a festival established many years ago to attract girls to celebrate, as there were relatively few female students. However, things are different now. A few years ago, a strange disease called "atypical carditis" emerged, which remains incurable. It primarily affects men, resulting in a large number of male deaths and a severe gender imbalance in society. In universities, women still make up the vast majority. In recent years
, several all-female units have been deployed to combat, and it was found that if the mortality rate of young women increased, the mortality rate of atypical carditis decreased. So, everyone mobilized the girls to emulate Lei Feng's spirit of self-sacrifice and volunteer to be shot. However, the competition for this shooting contest was extremely fierce. Only those who were beautiful, had good figures, and were physically fit were eligible to participate. Otherwise, if their appearance and figure disgusted onlookers, especially the boys, or if they were incredibly beautiful but died instantly after being shot, what would be the point? Wouldn't that be counterproductive?
"Why do you want to participate in the shooting contest?" Amy, always so rational, ran to the refrigerator by the door, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and gulped it down while asking.
"I don't know!" Dianxin replied, confused. * Splash splash splash
*, only feet were visible in the dormitory; everyone had collapsed.
"Hmm, I, let me think… it's because everyone said I'd look beautiful when shot, and they'd rather sacrifice themselves to send me to the execution ground to enjoy being shot… 'Kuai… what?'" Dianxin was even too shy to say
the word "Kuai Mei," or perhaps she simply didn't know what it meant.
"And what's wrong with Qiqi?" Before Xiaoyu could finish speaking, Qiqi jumped up: "What do you mean? I look terrible, isn't that right?"
Queyan said cautiously, "No...no, it's because you dress like a boy, so...everyone...this..."
Qiqi giggled and said, "So I look like a boy? How come I didn't even know?" As she spoke, she started taking off her jeans. Although the whole room was full of girls, everyone was still startled by Qiqi's action. Amy quickly said, "Okay, okay, we didn't say you weren't a girl, what are you doing?"
Qiqi kicked off her jeans, and we then realized that she was wearing a pair of track shorts underneath, white with two red stripes on the sides, a bit like volleyball shorts. She said proudly, "Hehe, this is based on the illustrations of a submachine gun, I guarantee I'll be selected."
We then realized that Qiqi also had a pair of beautiful long legs, no less than Amy's. Before we even had a chance to express our jealousy, Qiqi had already taken off her jacket, revealing a tank top with thick straps underneath, showing off her ample bust and slender waist. I exclaimed, "Wow! Xiaoyu's rival is here!"
Qiqi pouted, "I'm not wearing this to the selection, I have..." As she spoke, she pulled a neatly folded white sundress from her backpack, with a very short hem, and put it on like a fashion model in front of our stunned faces, strutting around the dormitory like a cat.
Queyan whispered in my ear, "Jianhua, Qiqi's clothes are so weird. Hehe..."
But Qiqi heard her too. She frowned and said to Queyan, "Don't be so quick to laugh at me. I know you're thinking, who wears athletic shorts under jeans? You'll see during the competition."
Finally, the day of the competition arrived. The rules of the selection were simple: just pass five rounds and defeat six generals.
Each qualified dormitory can send one or more people to challenge each round. Sending only one person has the advantage of minimizing mistakes that could cost the opposing team points, but if that person loses, the entire team is eliminated. Sending more people has the opposite advantage and disadvantage. Therefore, how and who to send requires careful planning. Qiqi said that her understanding of each person is unparalleled, so naturally, she would be in charge of the arrangements.
The first round is taking photos of corpses. The girls participating in the Girls' Day shooting event will ultimately be shot, and their corpses must be beautiful to maximize the interest of the male viewers. If a lively and beautiful girl, alive, were to turn into a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex after death, causing all the male viewers to need a month of Viagra to recover, the loss would be enormous. Therefore, each dormitory participating in the selection must showcase their most beautiful "ice girls," so that the judges, instead of wanting Viagra, would feel as if they had taken it themselves—only then would they be satisfied and pass the round.
Regarding this challenge, our dorm was unanimous: "Need you even ask? Of course, we'll send our eldest sister, Amy! Who else can portray Ice Sister as well as her?"
But Qiqi shook her head like a rattle drum (although we'd never seen a rattle drum before and had no idea how it resembled a person's head shaking). "No no no..." she uttered a string of fluent, single-word English before saying, "Since you've asked me to make the arrangements, you must listen to me. I've decided that this challenge will be undertaken by my eldest sister and me!"
"You?!" Everyone was startled. What would it look like if our eldest sister's wedding dress combined with Qiqi's athletic shorts under her halter dress? Xiaoyu and Queyan wanted to object, but seeing Amy glare at them, they fell silent.
The stage curtain opened, and one rotating stage after another appeared, each with one or several girls lying on it. The contestants were all in very graceful sleeping positions, either lying flat or in a graceful struggle.
It was clear they were all trying their best to imitate Amy's look, and most of them wore wedding dresses, each one more beautiful than the last. Those who weren't wearing wedding dresses wore flowing, beautiful gowns. The girls in our dorm were sweating bullets. "Wow, why are they all stealing our ideas? If our Amy came out with that look, would we still have a chance to win?"
The judges, composed of male students from various schools, went from stage to stage, recording the results on their laptops.
Finally, our dorm's look was revealed. The eldest sister indeed wore a beautiful wedding dress, with a beautiful floral wreath on her head. Moreover, her full breasts had a row of six small, black bullet holes, with a splatter of crimson blood nearby. Her mouth was slightly open, very sexy and alluring! As for Qiqi, she lay flat on the stage, wearing her thick-strapped tank top and athletic shorts, arching her body upwards, creating a beautiful curve, looking very youthful and lively. One leg was straight, while the other was bent and crossed over the straight leg, just covering her private parts. Her hands were spread wide apart, her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and she was biting her lip. I noticed that Qiqi's breasts seemed unbelievably full, but there was a small bullet hole in her left cleavage, exquisitely made, like it had been drilled from a diamond.
The judges walked over, and I saw one of the boys, who walked with a limp gait, circle around Qiqi for a long time, muttering to himself, "Good, good, good picture, give her flowers..." and even reaching out to touch Qiqi's bullet hole. Suddenly, a soft voice whispered through gritted teeth, "Flower-destroying hand, are you looking for death?"
He was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.
The scores for the first round were released, and we barely squeezed into the next round, ranking third from the bottom. Qiqi grumbled, "It's all that jerk's fault! He must have given us the low score..." Xiaoyu and I were gossiping about something else: "Qiqi, you seem... suddenly... quite developed..."
"Hehe, you guys noticed that too." Qiqi said, pulling two pieces of padding from her chest. "I just grabbed them from my bicycle helmet. Sorry, the shape doesn't quite meet the requirements..."
"Ah! My helmet..." Queyan screamed.
The dorms that failed were the last-place ones. The six girls from room 203 of Hummingbird Garden would be permanently disqualified from the competition at the failure stage. Hummingbird Garden is near the South Lake on our school's campus; it seems to be the girls' dormitory for the Library and Information Science major and some other majors I don't know. I heard that room 203 is occupied by first-year students who just entered the university. They're inexperienced, which isn't surprising, and they almost posed a threat to us, so it's not bad.
We kept discussing it below. We didn't know these girls, and we didn't remember clearly what their appearance on stage looked like.
Everyone rushed to the failure handling table, ready to watch the six girls from the dorm who had failed in their shooting competition. Queyan, upset because Qiqi had removed the foam from her bicycle helmet, didn't go. Qiqi stayed in the dorm to comfort her and didn't go either.
The failure handling execution team consisted of trainee executioners, third- or fourth-year shooting majors.
They only started learning more specialized courses in their third year, studying how to shoot to bring the greatest pleasure to the girl being shot. Therefore, they needed live ammunition and real-life practice to accumulate experience. However, since they might never have shot a living girl before, nervousness was inevitable, and they often missed. So, failing the selection competition, besides missing the chance to shine at Girls' Day and fully enjoy the greatest pleasure, also meant being tormented by jealous trainee executioners.
The six girls from room 203 appeared. Being first-year students, their youthful faces still looked like high school girls. Since it wasn't a performance to enjoy, and they didn't intend to enjoy it, they dressed casually. They were all wearing low-rise jeans and hummingbird uniforms—yellow t-shirts with a hummingbird pattern, and running shoes. They lined up in front of the wall, obediently spreading their legs slightly, waiting.
Dianxin whispered in my ear, "Sister Jianhua, are we really going to shoot them?"
"Yes. Haven't you ever seen a failed execution?"
"No... I usually only watch failed suffocation executions. Isn't it scary? It's so frightening..."
"Don't worry. Who do you like to see get shot the most?" I tried to distract her from her nervousness and fear.
"Let me see... the first one on the left, the one with the round face and dimples, she's pretty, it would be interesting to see her get shot. I don't want to see the first one on the right, that tall girl, get shot first, because she's so pretty, it would be a pity if she died first. What part of the body will be shot?"
Before I could answer, I heard Yang Xiaobing shout, "Ready... Fire!"
"Bang bang bang bang!" Gunshots rang out, not as loud as firecrackers, but they startled us all.
Then came the desperate screams and groans of the girl who had been shot. Suddenly, a cry of "Wow!" came from beside me, followed by the sound of something being choked. Without even looking, I knew it was Dianxin screaming.
These trainee executioners were quite skilled with their guns. Bullets struck the girls' bulging chests on the platform one after another, splattering blood. Whether the girls were shy and didn't puff out their chests, or because they were first-year students and their breasts weren't very full—just a small bulge—the executioners' bullets still didn't miss them, mostly targeting the most prominent areas. The girl Dianxin liked didn't disappoint; after being shot, her mouth was wide open, her eyes tightly closed, making her eyebrows appear incredibly sexy.
Her right hand tightly covered her left breast, her left hand stretched out stiffly, and her whole body was bent over. The tall girl on the right was shot at almost the same time as her, but she was in a slightly worse state. Both of her breasts were hit by bullets. She clutched her hands tightly, pressed her whole body against the wall, tilted her head back, and screamed. A trickle of blood foam flowed from the corner of her mouth.
The two girls in the middle swayed a few times and fell down first, followed by the one next to them who had been shot five times, who also swayed and fell. Then, the tall girl staggered forward a step and fell softly in a very graceful posture. She was quite a beautiful girl; it was a pity, as she seemed to have not enjoyed much pleasure. The remaining girl was a round-faced, strong-looking woman with a ponytail. I guessed the firing squad might be about to give her a second shot. However, no more shots were fired. After the two girls groaned, they also fell onto the platform one after another.
Dianxin watched with bated breath, her fists clenched tightly, her mouth biting her fists, her eyes wide with tension. Only after all the girls had fallen did she let out a long sigh: "Jianhua, that scared me to death. Why did they shoot them in the chest?"
I pulled her fists away. "Dianxin didn't want to be shot in the chest, right? Just ask them not to shoot her in the chest, only below." "
Below? Below where?" Dianxin looked at me blankly.
The second round was very simple: the girls participating in the selection had to perform their shooting posture. The theory behind this round was that if the girls participating in the shooting performance couldn't perform a beautiful shooting posture before being hit by a bullet, they certainly couldn't entertain everyone with a beautiful posture when actually shot. The scoring for this round was 20 points for clothing, 20 points for shouting, and 60 points for falling posture and facial expression.
One of our dorm's representatives was Yu, who appeared naked. The judges gave her 30 points for clothing. When she performed being shot, she only shouted, "Ah!...So comfortable..." and then spun around, making the judges dizzy and slowly fall down. This performance earned her 10 points for shouting and 75 points for posture. Another representative was originally Queyan, but Qiqi said that she had removed Queyan's sponge, so to make up for it, she would perform in Queyan's place. She still wore the original clothes, but without the sponge, it looked more natural.
At the moment Qiqi was shot, she recited a moving poem: "Ah!...Oh dear...With you, I drink yellow wine, waving goodbye to the boat. I secretly think the melody will never fade. When falsehood is taken for truth, truth is hard to retain; who is I...Ah..." She then did a cartwheel, lying on her back on the ground, motionless. This performance moved the judges to tears, and they unanimously decided to give her the highest score of 300 points (one judge, Feng Yihan, even suggested an exception of 300,000 points, but this was rejected by the judges' meeting). Furthermore, a proposal was passed to film a special feature on Qiqi so that future girls participating in the selection could see how to perform.
Two dormitories failed this round, but they soon had the opportunity to truly experience the feeling of being shot, and they also performed the shooting posture very realistically. Our dormitory successfully passed the first two rounds of selection.
The third round allowed each dormitory to send only one person, to see who could react the fastest.
Qiqi came up to me, smiling mysteriously, and said, "Jianhua, this is a test you have to pass; no one else can."
"Isn't this a test of reaction time? I'm a bit dazed; if my reaction is slow, I'll drag everyone down with me."
"Don't forget I participated in the selection process before; I know what this test is. In our dorm, no one has your marksmanship." She then handed me a small object.
"Isn't this lipstick? I have one." "
This isn't lipstick; it's called lip gloss. And it's not real lip gloss; it's a modified handgun." How novel!
It turned out that this so-called "reaction time" involved killing each other in a secret room. The first four to be shot, even if not killed, were eliminated and, along with their dorm, would be sent to the torture chamber.
The school's fossil exhibition hall, with its winding corridors and pillars, was temporarily converted into the third "secret room."
The girls participating in the selection lined up to enter. At the entrance stood Lei Qianna from the girls' department. She was a third-year student majoring in international trade. Lei Qianna was a pretty girl, tall with a full bust, a slender waist, and a sweet face. She wore a long braid that reached her waist, designer strappy high heels, flared pants, and a top with chicken-wing sleeves, looking like a quiet and refined lady. However, people who knew her disliked her, not because they were jealous of her beauty, but because she was such a terrible person. Anyone who spent time with her would find her extremely unpleasant. Lei Qianna was firing a gun at the entrance to the secret room, and she was also the referee for the day.
"Zhang Lingling, what the hell are you doing wearing such a short skirt? Looking for bullets, huh?" Anyone hearing Lei Qianna speak for the first time couldn't reconcile such vulgar language with her pretty face and melodious voice.
Zhang Lingling blushed, took the gun from her, glared at her, and went inside without a word. Lei Qianna continued to shout at her back, "There are no men inside!"
Every girl who went in received this comment from Lei Qianna. Everyone knew her character, so no one argued with her. As I walked up to her, she handed me the gun while still talking, "Oh, it's Jianhua. You've got some nerve, showing off your figure in a tank top, huh? Watch out, the bullet might pierce your...hehe...By the way, I heard you're pretty good at shooting little cunts. Zhang Lingling's wearing a miniskirt today, give her a good time, okay? Hehe...Lu Mingming, don't give me that look. I'm the referee today, Jianhua won't dare do anything to me, hehe...right?"
Following the location shown in the picture, I arrived at my starting point, which turned out to be the duty office of the exhibition hall. There were already two girls inside. One was Chen Wanqi from the school's dance troupe, whom everyone knew. She danced very well, but I forgot what her major was. The other was a short, chubby girl, not as pretty as Wanqi, but still quite delicate-looking. She said her name, a little shy, so I couldn't hear her clearly, only that she studied Chinese.
Lei Qianna walked in, turned on the loudspeaker, and explained the rules. The gist was that three people would form a group and follow the exhibition hall's route to the back door. The one who made it out alive would be the winner. They could shoot anyone they encountered or not. However, each gun only had four bullets, and the back door wouldn't open until four people were hit.
The rules were simple, but winning wouldn't be easy. Lei Qianna said "start," then turned off the loudspeaker, and said to me with a pout, "Jianhua, you're participating in this selection too? Great! We've been wanting to see what your corpse looks like for ages. Don't die too horribly! Hurry up and start, you three!"
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. This was the only way to escape unscathed!
I raised my gun, "Bang!"
"Ah!" Lei Qianna screamed. Her white bra was clearly visible through her wing-sleeved top. The bullet pierced her left bra, near the center of her breast, creating a black gash. Blood slowly seeped out, then gushed out—her carotid artery. She wouldn't survive.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Oh my god!" "Ouch!" Blood gushed from the fullest part of Chen Wanqi's and the other girl's left breasts almost simultaneously. Their eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing, their guns not even raised in time. The two girls clutched their left breasts tightly, staggered back two steps, and collapsed.
I looked at Chen Wanqi struggling in pain, feeling a pang of guilt. Such a beautiful and gentle girl shouldn't have died so painfully… Although deep down I really hoped she would die in as much pain as possible, since she was prettier than me…
I lifted Chen Wanqi's gray suit skirt; her slender legs were struggling desperately, revealing flesh-colored pantyhose and underwear underneath. I pressed the gun against her clitoris and pulled the trigger.
"Pfft!" A spurt of blood gushed out, staining the muzzle of the gun red, and urine gushed out at the same time, wetting her double-layered crotch. She cried out, "Ouch!" Her whole body stiffened, her head was raised high, her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't relax for a long time. Then her whole body convulsed, one spasm after another. I knew she was enjoying an orgasm and was not far from dying. Looking at Lei Qianna, her long eyelashes were already tightly closed, and the blood flowing from between her fingers had stained the area under her clothes. I didn't know when she had stopped breathing. She probably died before she could enjoy the pleasure. As for the other girl, the Chinese major, she bit her lip and was still twisting and struggling. When she saw me pick up Wanqi's gun, she said with difficulty, "Give... me... another... shot..."
I pressed the muzzle of the gun against the bottom of her denim shorts zipper. She pulled her legs up and tried to struggle, while her left hand tried to pry the muzzle away. "No! No... you can't..." She realized that the muzzle was pointing at her most private part and immediately protested. However, her right hand was covering her left breast, and her left hand was weak. Before she could struggle, I pulled the trigger. "Ouch!" the girl cried out.
I thought, she probably didn't know that hitting there would feel so good, and now she'd enjoyed it and had no regrets. I heard footsteps, knowing someone was coming this way. If I took down one more, I could pass this level smoothly.
The footsteps drew closer, and I saw a slender girl with two long braids, wearing a tennis dress, all white, which made her youthful breasts appear full and round. Her long, slender legs tiptoed as she carefully approached, holding the pistol in her hand. It looked like she hadn't learned to shoot, as she held it crookedly. I aimed at her full right breast, thinking, "Let me give you some pleasure!"
"Bang! Bang!" The gun fired, but I realized I hadn't pulled the trigger!
"Ouch! Ah..." The girl in the tennis skirt staggered back two steps, a pool of bright red blood appearing at the fullest part of her left breast. She quickly covered it tightly with her right hand, her mouth wide open, struggling, then biting her lip, her legs slowly bending, and she fell downwards.
There's no reason for this. I didn't shoot. How could this happen? Who killed her?
"Lin Lichen!" A short-haired girl in a white t-shirt and camouflage capri pants ran over, trying to help the girl in the tennis skirt, but it was too late; Lin Lichen had already fallen. The short-haired girl cautiously pointed her gun and headed towards the corner. As soon as she turned the corner, she dodged backward, hearing two gunshots, "Bang! Bang!" The bullets hit the wall beside her. She fired a shot back, then rushed around the corner, fired another shot, and chased after them. I thought, if I don't leave now, when will I? I immediately jumped out and ran towards the back door. Just around the corner, I spotted a shadow behind the marble floor reflected in the light. I shouted, "Wanqi! Go around that way, there's an ambush ahead!"
A petite, white figure jumped out and fired. But my bullet was faster than hers, "Bang!" The bullet hit her thigh. She cried out, dropped her gun, and doubled over in pain, clutching her thigh.
I figured her companions weren't nearby, otherwise they would have come to her rescue. I ignored her and ran a few steps past the corner.
Ahead was a large hall, and of course I wouldn't run into the middle to become a target. I waited by the door for a moment, then heard footsteps. Three girls ran into the hall from the other side. Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the opposite side, "Bang bang bang!"
"Ah! Ouch!" Blood splattered from the breasts of two girls as they doubled over, clutching their wounds. The girl who hadn't been hit remained remarkably calm. She knelt on one knee and fired three shots at the opposite side, eliciting three screams from them. There was silence. The girl ran across the hall, and I cautiously, quietly followed behind her.
Just past the hall, the girl seemed to notice something and quickly ducked behind a pillar. I followed suit, ducking behind a pillar as well. But I was a step too slow; a voice came from ahead: "They're behind the pillars!" Oh no, I've been spotted! This is bad!
The girl in front of me suddenly leaned out and fired the first shot. I heard a cry of pain; one of them had probably been hit. But the other two girls fired at her simultaneously. She cried out, dropped her gun, and fell forward.
I secretly took out my makeup case, removed the mirror, and peeked out a little. I saw a girl wearing a t-shirt and jeans, holding a gun in both hands, cautiously approaching the fallen girl. She kicked her body and said to the person behind her, "Yilun, she's dead."
I heard Yilun's footsteps approaching, and she said, "I think I saw another one dart behind a pillar..."
"Isn't that it?"
"I forgot which pillar it was, they all look the same..."
"Check if there's someone behind that pillar."
I thought to myself, if I don't move soon I'll become a target. I suddenly darted out from behind the pillar, "Bang! Bang!"
"Ouch!" "Ouch, that hurts..." Blood spurted from the two girls' full left breasts almost simultaneously. In the emergency, I had no time to choose where to aim. The girls' youthful, high breasts were the most obvious, the easiest to hit, and the most vital spot. Therefore, my bullet went straight for that area without any choice. Although I was a girl myself, I knew that hitting that sensitive and shameful place was really shameless, but if I didn't hit it with one shot, I might be the next one to be hit.
Watching the two girls writhe and convulse, I knew they must be experiencing something incredibly strange, because being shot in the chest feels very different from being shot elsewhere in the body, especially for young girls. I desperately wanted to finish them off, but I couldn't waste time, because according to the map, the back door should be just ahead.
The girls had been fighting amongst themselves; surely more than one had died.
Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me. I turned around and saw a gun pointed at me. I immediately pointed my gun at that person, but my hand was trembling because… I saw a… ghost!
"Ah!" I screamed.
"You're asking for it! Why are you screaming so loudly!"
I should have remembered that Lei Qianna's minor was acting, and I should have remembered that all the referees wore bulletproof vests. Now her gun was pointed at my head, and my gun was pointed at hers, just like a classic scene from Infernal Affairs that Qi Qi liked, only the protagonists were two beautiful girls instead of two old men.
"Stop pretending, your gun's out of bullets. Just lie down and become a beautiful corpse." No wonder she didn't shoot me right away; she already knew my gun was out of bullets and wanted to play a cat-and-mouse game.
My gun fell to the ground, and my hand dropped. "I accept my fate. Don't make my death too painful, okay?" I said softly, my eyes lowered.
"Haha, haha, ha!" Lei Qianna laughed wildly, forcing me against the wall with her gun.
"Speak up, whatever your last words are, just spill them all out. We've been fair to you."
"Don't get too close to kill me. Stay five steps away."
"Fine, I'm afraid your blood will splatter all over me if I get too close." She said, taking five or six steps back.
"Oh, by the way, I have a lipstick, an imported brand. I don't need it anymore, so I'll give it to you."
"What lipstick? Lip gloss?" Lei Qianna saw the lip gloss I pulled out and walked over.
"Bang!"
A small, dark hole appeared between Lei Qianna's eyebrows. I never shoot girls in the head; this was the first and last time because Qi Qi taught me.
After passing the first three rounds, the girls in our dorm were overjoyed, because the next two rounds wouldn't result in the entire dorm being prematurely executed due to one person's mistake. The fourth and fifth rounds were individual elimination rounds; everyone had to participate, and whoever lost was eliminated. Even passing them wasn't a true victory; the final chosen one would still be executed, just in front of observing male students. The execution team was specially trained to ensure the victim experienced maximum satisfaction and comfort.
The fourth round was the most difficult for the participating girls, and also the most humiliating: all the girls were strapped to an "electric chair," where special vibrators would gradually stimulate their genitals. The system would analyze each person's performance; those who reached orgasm too quickly or failed to do so would be eliminated. The eliminated girls would then be prematurely executed. The purpose of this round was that during the shooting on Girls' Day, every girl who was shot would experience intense pleasure and stimulation in a very short time. If she couldn't endure it, she might die immediately and wouldn't be able to perform the beautiful shooting pose; and if she didn't experience any pleasure and climax, she wouldn't be able to express the beauty after being shot. Among ordinary girls, many have never experienced pleasure and climax, so the selection competition had to ensure that the girls selected for shooting could perform the most comfortable pleasure and climax for everyone to see.
Our opponents were the girls from dormitory 419 in Azalea Garden, all fourth-year students. While lining up, they looked at our group of uneven contestants with disdain, each full of confidence in winning.
Qiqi said to me in a worried whisper, "They have a lot of experience, it seems we're going to suffer."
I said, "We'll just have to see how things go..."
The first one to go up was the eldest sister, Amy, whose opponent was Ding Xinning, an electronics major, a tall girl with a good figure, but not particularly beautiful. Amy was wearing a vest with a chain choker and a very short skirt. As soon as she sat down, two lampshade-like devices covered her high breasts, while another seatbelt-like device secured her lower body under her skirt.
We all shouted, "Go, Big Sister!"
Queyan came over and said to me, "I don't know if Big Sister can do it?"
I said confidently, "Big Sister is a famous ice beauty, she'll definitely heat up slower than Ding Xinning."
As I spoke, the two girls sitting on top began to feel a particularly wonderful comfort, their faces flushed, but they still bit their lips tightly, struggling against the waves of pleasure. Amy closed her eyes, slightly opened her mouth, and was intoxicated.
"Oh no, Amy opened her mouth, we're doomed!" Yu whispered anxiously in my ear.
"It's okay, as long as she doesn't kick her legs, she'll be fine." Actually, I wasn't sure either.
Ding Xinning also opened her mouth and began to moan. I cursed inwardly, "So cunning, trying to make her give up because she hears your moans. Big sister, you have to hold on!"
"Ah! I'm dying!..." Ding Xinning finally couldn't hold back any longer, squeezing her legs together and then giving a powerful kick, surrendering to her infinitely pleasurable climax.
"Mmm!..." As Ding Xinning's struggle was nearing its end, Amy was also writhing and twisting, each movement displaying a graceful, dance-like posture. Her climax was thoroughly enjoyed, showcasing the curves of her beautiful body perfectly. Anyone could see that Big Sister's performance was far superior to Amy's.
Ding Xinning, blushing, got off the electric chair and silently walked to the left, taking the first place in line. Looking at her body in her t-shirt and low-waisted tight jeans, thinking that she would be shot like this soon, I felt a pang of pity for her, because she was such a talented young woman.
The second one to go up was Xiaoyu. She had several boyfriends and had excellent control over her sexual desires. Her opponent, a first-grader named Deng Jiyi, struggled a few times before straightening her legs and shouting as she reached orgasm, while Xiaoyu was still enjoying herself.
The third one to go up was Queyan. She was in a daze, seemingly lost in thought, and as a result, the electric chair had no effect on her. It wasn't until her opponent cried out and reached orgasm that she truly felt pleasure and quickly enjoyed her own orgasm.
The fourth one to go up was Qiqi. She was wearing cycling shorts and a tank top with thick straps. She confidently climbed onto the electric chair. Her opponent was a girl we didn't recognize, who seemed older and more mature than the others. We were all unsure if Qiqi could handle it. However, Dianxin seemed quite confident; she firmly believed Qiqi would win. But soon after, we noticed something was wrong. Qiqi started opening her mouth wide, furrowing her cute brows, and began to moan softly. Then, her whole body started to writhe, while her opponent didn't react at all. Xiaoyu whispered in my ear, "Oh no, this clever little girl has no experience at all, she's already surrendered so quickly!"
"No way? She's more confident than any of us." Although I could see that Qiqi's performance wasn't great and she'd be done for soon, I really didn't want her to be truly inexperienced.
"I know Qiqi is smart, but girls all have weaknesses, especially their own bodies, which they can't control." Amy had just experienced a huge orgasm, her face still flushed, and she was touching up her makeup with a makeup box in her hand.
Qiqi was still struggling slowly, and her opponent was starting to react. However, Qiqi also started moaning loudly, and we were shocked to see Qiqi's legs straightening straighter and straighter, almost kicking out!!
Finally, Qiqi straightened one leg with a pleasurable moan, but the other leg was still bent, and her device hadn't yet announced that she had reached orgasm. "Come on!" we screamed. Somehow, Qiqi's opponent, hearing our screams, assumed Qiqi had already finished and gave up resisting, straightening her body and immersing herself in pleasure, unaware that Qiqi hadn't actually reached orgasm yet. Almost at the same time the light indicating Qiqi's opponent's orgasm came on, Qiqi also straightened her other leg, repeatedly moaning, "So good!" We were all secretly laughing.
When Qiqi came down, we all applauded enthusiastically. However, I noticed that Qiqi's eyes lacked the dazed look of a girl who had just experienced an orgasm, and her eyebrows were flat and straight. Seeing Amy happily hugging Qiqi and talking to her intimately, I pulled Qiqi aside: "Were you faking it just now? Why couldn't the machine detect it?"
"Shh!! You're so clever! You actually saw through me, hehe, you think that little machine can make me so flustered? Not so easy. I'm very powerful, hmph..."
We were whispering, not noticing that Dianxin had already sat down. She wore a bikini top with a neck strap, the snow-white color making her full breasts seem ready to burst out at any moment; and denim shorts, the most fashionable type that showed a little bit of underwear, her light brown long hair flying in the wind, making her breathtakingly beautiful. Qiqi said, "Oh no, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to teach her how to sit!"
I said, "Don't worry, Dianxin doesn't have much experience, she'll probably be immune to stimulation for a while. I know her opponent, she's very sensitive, she'll surrender quickly."
Qiqi said, "You're not worried, but I am."
Worried about what? Don't I know Li Honghua? We were classmates in middle school, she was my senior, she laughs until she's breathless at the slightest tickle, she's incredibly sensitive, no matter what Dianxin does, she won't lose to Li Honghua.
Queyan said to me, "Dianxin shouldn't wear such sexy clothes up there, she'll be finished as soon as the machine starts."
Qiqi said, "I don't think it has anything to do with what you wear. What I was wearing just now was pretty sexy, a tank top and shorts, nothing special."
Xiaoyu sneered, "Hmph, first of all, what you're wearing isn't shorts, it's leggings, completely covered up, how can it be sexy? Second, you're like a cold fish, the electric chair won't work on you."
Qiqi blushed with anger: "When...when will you be shot? You'll be completely naked, the bullets piercing your body without any resistance, just like the little cuties I wrote, each one settling inside you!"
"Oh, I wish I could. Hehe." Xiaoyu didn't say that was her dream. Dianxin
watched curiously as the two semi-circular suction cups adhered to her full breasts, barely covering them completely. Then, something soft pressed between her legs, right on her most sensitive spot. She shyly tried to move away, but her body was fixed in place. She glanced to the side and saw that the fourth-grade girl, Li Honghua, smiled at her, not at all like she was competing with her.
At that moment, a low electric current sound rang out. Dianxin felt the suction cups on her breasts slowly squeezing them, while simultaneously emitting a slight, ticklish electric current. She almost laughed out loud because the feeling was so strange and embarrassing. She suddenly remembered that Queyan had a nickname, "Backyard Cow."
She found it quite amusing; having Queyan here was perfect, almost like milking a cow.
Suddenly, a slight vibration began between her legs, causing Dianxin to squeeze her legs together. Ah, so itchy!
However, the frequency of the vibration gradually increased, and the stimulation expanded, making Dianxin feel overwhelmed. From the initial itchiness, a slightly comfortable feeling slowly emerged, then accumulated, as if countless tiny electrons were jumping around throughout her body, slowly changing her emotions and sensations, becoming increasingly comfortable—a kind of indescribable pleasure that only a young girl could experience. How strange! Dianxin couldn't help but cry out. Then, she couldn't close her mouth, it opened wide, her body twitching and struggling, enjoying this strange, pleasurable sensation. She chased the biggest wave of pleasure, her whole body tense, the pleasure increasing, becoming faster and faster… Finally, a massive climax overwhelmed her, a wave of pleasure convulsing from her lower body, spreading throughout her entire being, causing her to tilt her head back, straighten her beautiful white legs, pressing them together so they couldn't come any closer, tears streaming down her face as she forcefully experienced an incredibly pleasurable pleasure.
Dianxin vaguely heard sighs and disappointed sounds from her cheering female companions. Turning around, she saw that Li Honghua was only just beginning to reach her climax! So that feeling was what an climax was! Was she experiencing the same feeling as her just now? Dianxin, thinking this, couldn't help herself and experienced another small climax, so pleasurable she almost couldn't breathe.
Qiqi stared at Dianxin, who was walking over weakly, and shouted, "What happened to you? Why did you go up without asking me? Now look what happened, you lost, what are we going to do?!"
Amy hugged Dianxin, "Qiqi, don't be angry with her, she didn't want to lose either. Who would have thought Li Honghua was so good?"
Everyone was glaring at me with hatred. Sigh, I really shouldn't have said that Li Honghua would definitely lose. Now everyone must hate me.
"It's okay, if Jianhua wins this round, she'll avenge Dianxin!" Amy encouraged me. Seeing my bad expression, she added, "It's okay if you lose, I've prepared a very beautiful wedding dress for you to wear, and then lie down..."
"Stop talking!" I thought what she said was terrifying. It sounded like I was about to lose.
I sat down. Actually, this machine wasn't anything special, just like a slightly more refined massage chair. After the machine started, the vibrations lewdly drilled into the girl's most shy place, forcibly bringing her pleasure. However, this thing couldn't control me. I'm very familiar with my body's sensations and know when and what changes will occur. So, basically, I was the one controlling the machine, enjoying the waves of pleasure it brought me. Finally, my opponent straightened her legs and cried out in ecstasy, and I knew I had won.
Unlike Qiqi, I didn't maintain a ladylike image. After knowing I had won, I still thoroughly enjoyed the extreme pleasure of being tossed to the crest of a wave. Many girls don't like others seeing them during orgasm, thinking it's ugly. However, I know I'm more beautiful than usual during orgasm, so I gave it my all in front of the girls in my dorm.
In this selection, only Dianxin from our dorm was unfortunately eliminated. She had been crying the whole time, saying, "Can I try again? I don't want to be shot... I don't want to die like this..."
Amy kept comforting her, "It's okay, what if you don't die? Don't be afraid."
"But, I don't want to, it's so embarrassing..."
"It's alright, we'll meet again in twenty years."
"Sigh, twenty years later, I'll be an old woman. Dianxin will be the young and beautiful girl." Qiqi suddenly sighed.
No one noticed what Qiqi said, but I did. Actually, I should have realized long ago why all the girls in Dianxin's dormitory were shot, leaving only the two of them? Could it be that Qiqi is the legendary "Atom?" None of us knew if we could pass the five trials, but Qiqi was full of confidence. It seemed that she was very likely the legendary Atom. What should we do?
Amy hugged Dianxin and said, "Don't be afraid, we're all with you, we won't let you go to be shot alone."
"Yes." Everyone gathered around and hugged Dianxin.
The execution chamber was decorated romantically, like a small theater. Girls who could pass four rounds were already quite good and could enjoy relatively comfortable treatment. Each time, five girls stood on the stage to be shot. After they fell, the movable board on the stage would collect their bodies back inside, and then another five girls could come out from backstage to continue being shot.
We all accompanied Dianxin backstage. The girls who were going to be shot were all there preparing. Everyone was laughing and saying goodbye to each other, promising to meet again in 18 years. Only Dianxin was a little sullen. Among the group of girls, I saw Zhang Lingling and Lu Mingming whispering intimately to each other, then smiling mysteriously. I went over: "How come you lost too?"
"Sigh, how can we compare to Feng Yun, that fake boy? She's an athlete, so strong," Zhang Lingling commented sweetly.
"Yeah, it's my turn to compete against Ma Jingru. That little vixen is so amazing, no one can beat her.
She's slept with so many men, and she just can't seem to get any better..." Lu Mingming muttered under her breath, while actually jumping around doing relaxation exercises. She was wearing denim shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers, looking youthful and energetic.
Zhang Lingling was still wearing her super short mini-skirt and high heels. Her mini-skirt was dangerous, looking like it could expose her at any moment. However, she didn't seem to care too much, and besides, her legs were long and strong, quite a good asset.
Amy found Ding Xinning. The two girls, who were just rivals, now seemed to be good friends, whispering to each other. Ding Xinning was still wearing her low-waisted washed denim jeans, a t-shirt with a neck strap tied in a knot at the waist. She was wearing a pair of pink Adidas tennis shoes that very few girls would wear.
"Be careful of Zhang Min in the fifth round, her marksmanship is very accurate. I was confident I could beat Zhang Min, but unfortunately I lost to you," Ding Xinning said regretfully to Aimei.
"Tell me your strategy!"
"You need to wear jeans. She likes to shoot girls who wear jeans, but she likes the waist-hip technique. As long as you don't give her a chance to get to your feet, she can't hit you, and you'll have a chance."
Xiaoyu's opponent, Deng Jiyi, wore a white halter top, white denim shorts, a ponytail, training shoes, long, strong legs, and a proudly protruding chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made the halter top look like a very beautiful curve. This 19-year-old female college student brazenly flaunted her fiery and invincible youth.
Xiaoyu, holding Jiyi's hand, laughed and said, "Wow, you're dressed so hot! What part of you are you trying to attract people to hit?"
Jiyi blushed and said shyly, "I still hope to be hit on the chest, so I can die sooner and not suffer too much. But I heard that being hit down there is more comfortable than before, so I've decided to leave it to fate, hehehehe!"
Xiaoyu bit her lip, suppressing her laughter, and said, "You brat, you're not wearing anything underneath. Aren't you afraid of showing your nipples?"
"Afraid of what? We're all girls, haven't we seen this before?..." Deng Jiyi said nonchalantly. She reached out and blocked a girl passing by her, "Wait, Xiaoying, let me introduce you!"
The girl named Xiaoying was dressed almost exactly like Jiyi, except that her undergarment was pink, and Xiaoying had short hair. She smiled sweetly, "What's wrong?"
"This is Yu, the one who beat me. This is Xiaoying, my good friend, hehe, she lost today too. We agreed to a contest where whoever gets shot first will be the most attractive."
"Hmph, and who dies first! It'll definitely be you! Hehe." Although Xiaoying looked sweet, her mouth wasn't relaxed at all.
Lin Zhiya from the execution department was calling out names. Some of the girls whose names were called were happy, while others were sullen, and they followed Yang Xiaobing out.
The girls backstage all quieted down. I heard execution team leader Yang Xiaobing giving the order: "Ready...fire!"
"Bang bang! Crack crack crack crack!..." The sound of gunfire, I didn't know what caliber it was, sounded like popping beans.
"Ahhh! Ouch..." The girls outside who had been shot screamed in despair. We could imagine how sexy they looked when they were shot, and everyone felt ashamed and hot.
A low, muffled sound of bodies slowly collapsing, followed by sensual moans and gasps, and the unique sounds of a girl at orgasm. It seemed they were falling, enjoying the most intense pleasure before death. However, we couldn't hear any follow-up shots. Wow, this firing squad is pretty good; they didn't need any follow-up shots? How accurate were they? I became curious.
Lin Zhiya entered, her face flushed. Judging from her expression, she was aroused. Seeing how comfortable the others were, she probably wanted to experience it herself. However, she maintained a professional demeanor and began calling names. The last name was Liu Xiaoying.
Deng Jiyi went up to Zhiya and said, "I want to be with Xiaoying, is that okay?"
"Sure, but we need five people to go out each time."
"Then I'll go." Ding Xinning walked over. Then, squinting, she waved goodbye to everyone and walked out with the other four girls, her steps as elegant as a model. I rushed to the back of the shooting platform, trying to lift the curtain a little to see what was happening inside. But before I could even lift it, I heard, "Ready...fire!" "Rat-a-tat-tat...!" A series of low gunshots rang out.
"Ah! No! Oh no! Shoot here...ouch..." I heard Ding Xinning's screams louder than anyone else's. It seemed she was the first one shot, and the bullet must have hit her most sensitive spot. I felt Amy clinging to me, her whole body trembling slightly, and she was letting out low moans. I turned around and saw that the curtain in front of Amy had been shot through a hole, and she was watching the shooting through that hole, and she was so aroused that she had an orgasm on the spot. No wonder, she must have been thinking that if she had lost, the girl struggling in ecstasy now would be her instead of Ding Xinning. However, Amy is usually a very proper older sister, and I've never seen her with much experience. It's quite remarkable that such a romantic shooting could move her so much.
I lifted the curtain a little and saw the shooting range outside. All the girls were lying on the ground. There was a pool of fresh blood on the white wall behind them, still flowing down. It seemed that one of the girls had retreated to the wall before being shot, and then slid down to the ground. There was a girl lying in the corner, but because she was lying on her side, it was impossible to see where she had been shot.
Two girls in short skirts were lying together, their legs crossed. They must have been shot in the genitals, because a lot of blood was flowing from their legs, and their legs were stretched straight, their mouths wide open, indicating that they had died during a violent orgasm. Near me, a girl was lying on her back, still twitching slightly. Her large breasts looked like they had been shot two or three times, and they were already stained red. Her skirt had flipped up when she fell, but she was wearing leggings underneath, so she wasn't exposed. However, because the shooting in her breasts was so intense, she had lost control of her bladder. Ding Xinning, clutching her chest, was still kicking at the other end of the stage, seemingly not yet dead. I quickly lowered the curtain; if I kept watching, I might end up like Amy…
Zhang Lingling and Lu Mingming huddled around Dianxin. Mingming said, “Dianxin, why don’t you do some stretching? You’ll be so beautiful later, and cramps will be painful.”
Dianxin said fearfully, “Dianxin just wants to die from being shot, not from any beauty contest, it’s so embarrassing… Why didn’t they behead me? I just want to know what it feels like to be beheaded…”
Qiqi said from the side, “The feeling of waiting to be killed is so exciting. Actually, the feeling of being killed is the main thing, the physical sensation is secondary. I don’t care about beauty contests.”
Zhang Lingling said, “Then, Dianxin, why are you dressed so sexily?”
“Hehe, yeah, it looks like I came out wearing only a bra.” Lu Mingming was relentless.
“Don’t tease Dianxin, okay? Dianxin is most afraid of blood, most afraid of being shot…” Dianxin looked helpless.
"Dianxin, if you get shot in the chest later, I'll cover it for you." Zhang Lingling grinned mischievously, hugging Dianxin and covering her mouth.
"If you get shot down there, I won't cover it for you, hehe..." Lu Mingming also hugged Dianxin, tilting his head and smiling at her.
"Go away, you two are up to no good!" Liu Xiaoying pushed Zhang Lingling and Lu Mingming away, pulling Dianxin aside.
"That's right, humph!" Deng Jiyi affectionately pulled Dianxin, "I really envy you, so pretty, so voluptuous... I wish I were like you, I wouldn't have to wear clothes like this to attract them to shoot my breasts." Deng Jiyi said admiringly.
"What's the use? I'll die soon, no matter how pretty I am..." Dianxin said sadly.
She looked up, "Why do you want to attract them to shoot your breasts?"
"Nobody wants to be shot down there!" Xiaoying said quickly. "Don't you all agree?" She looked at everyone, Deng Jiyi, Aimei, and Zhang Lingling all nodded vigorously at her. Lu Mingming said, "Didn't I hear it's comfortable to be shot down there?"
Amy said, "Even if it's comfortable, I wouldn't want to. It's too humiliating..."
"Don't be afraid, we can meet again in twenty years." Queyan came over to comfort Dianxin.
"I hope we won't meet again in this situation..."
Qiqi came over, "Wait a minute, Dianxin, didn't you long to be executed? Why is your behavior different now?"
"Huang Fen, Deng Jiyi, Liu Xiaoying, Zhang Lingling, Lu Mingming!" Lin Zhiya called out the names after a long while.
Hearing the names called, I quickly ran out of the backstage area and returned to the audience, ready to enjoy Dianxin and the others' performance of being shot. When I passed the execution room, I saw a gunman stretch and peek out from inside. Oh! It's a man! Wow, Dianxin is so lucky. Although this gunman looks fierce and wears sunglasses, he looks more like a gangster killer than a gunman. He even seems to be the legendary flower destroyer. After all, he's a boy. It's much better than being shot by a girl.
Five girls walked out from backstage and lined up in their designated spots. They were all visibly nervous, unsure of where to put their hands. I estimated that the prettiest of the five was Dianxin. Dianxin's neckband-style top was clearly designed to attract bullets. Also, her denim shorts were so hot, with the waistband open, revealing a bit of her white panties—a fatal attraction for the legendary male shooters like VOS, who might be involved in the execution. Three stars were definitely out of the question. Deng Jiyi, although she said she wanted to be shot in the chest, was wearing hot pants. If it were a girl as the shooter, she would definitely be shot in the chest, but since it was a boy, it was hard to say. Liu Xiaoying was the same; I wondered what these two first-year girls were thinking. Zhang Lingling seemed quite conservatively dressed, although she wore a miniskirt, but that was only because she had good figure and long legs. It seemed the male shooter would have to assess where to shoot her.
And Lu Mingming? Her chest wasn't particularly attractive, and she was wearing shorts that were perfect for shooting down there—she seemed prepared to let bullets hit her genitals. Besides, she was already standing with her legs wide apart. Lin Zhiya came out and went to Zhang Lingling first, pushing her forward. "Okay, just stand like that and don't move. Spread your legs a little wider."
"You're not going to shoot me down there, are you? Please don't shoot me down there, okay?" Zhang Lingling said, blushing.
"I'm not going to be the shooter," Zhiya said, then went to Xiaoying and Jiyi, telling them to spread their legs a little as well.
When Zhiya reached Dianxin, Dianxin said, "Should I spread my legs a little too? It's so embarrassing..."
"Alright, you're fine as you are now," Zhiya said before going inside. Huh? How could this be?
Deng Jiyi puffed out her chest, and Xiaoying whispered beside her, "Why are you puffing out your chest? Trying to get shot before me?"
"Hehe, of course boys like girls with long hair, so of course they won't shoot you first.
" "How do you know the shooter is a boy?"
"Ready...fire!"
The gun fired.
Lu Mingming was the first to be hit. Judging from the location of the spurting blood, the bullet had entered her vagina directly. It didn't seem to bring her the intense pleasure she had imagined, but judging from her comfortable expression, she must have thoroughly experienced that unique girlish comfort. She didn't scream, but just groaned sexyly, "Ouch!" and covered her lower body with both hands, bending over.
The pretty Deng Jiyi had indeed attracted the shooter, making her hit before Liu Xiaoying. However, to her surprise, her chest-puffing action had no effect. She felt a hot, burning sensation in her groin, which made her take a few steps back, followed by a sudden, embarrassingly pleasurable sensation. She immediately knew that the bullet had hit her most embarrassing spot! "Ouch! Aren't you ashamed!" she screamed in despair.
"Ouch! Oh my god!" Liu Xiaoying was the next to be shot. Her hot pants sprayed a beautiful flower of blood from under the zipper with a "plop," and bloody urine immediately flowed down her smooth, white legs. She immediately covered her groin with her hands. A salty and sweet pleasure that only a young girl could understand, which she had never experienced before, quickly surged into her youthful body of a 19-year-old girl, and she immediately convulsed.
"Deng Jiyi's breasts are going to be ruined, look, she's completely exposed." I don't know when, but Yu was already next to me. Deng Jiyi was struggling with her body arched. Her nipples, which were not wearing a bra, were clearly visible under her thin bodice due to the intense sexual stimulation of being shot in the genitals. However, I hoped that the gunman would not shoot her breasts so quickly, so that she could enjoy the pleasure of being shot in the genitals for a longer time, preferably with several orgasms. Otherwise, a girl as weak as Jiyi might die immediately after being shot in the breasts.
Standing there bewildered, Dianxin suddenly screamed, "Ouch! You've hit Dianxin!" She spread her arms and stumbled back two steps, two small streams of blood gushing from the very tips of her high, full breasts! Zhang Lingling immediately ran over, her right arm around Dianxin's waist, her left hand covering the bullet holes in her chest, and they retreated together to the bullet hole wall. Dianxin sobbed, "It hurts so much...it feels so strange..."
"Dianxin, don't be afraid, I'm covering it tightly!"
"I'm scared...am I going to die?" Tears streamed down Dianxin's face.
Zhang Lingling felt that Dianxin's breasts were very soft, so full that her small hands couldn't cover them, but hot blood kept flowing uncontrollably between her fingers, and blood from the bullet hole in her left breast was also flowing down her arm. Suddenly, she felt Dianxin tremble all over and let out a hoarse cry, "Oh dear! How embarrassing! You really hit me there..."
I was in the audience and saw red flowers bursting out one after another in the crotch of Dianxin's denim shorts. Oh no, this girl is so shy, this is going to be the death of her. She was probably standing right above a gun emplacement, allowing the gunman below to fire with incredible precision: the first small G5 bullet tore through Dianxin's denim shorts, pierced her cotton white panties, and instantly ruptured her urethra; the second bullet pierced her hymen, entered her vagina, and lodged in her cervix; while the third small G5 bullet pulsated her clitoris with a "plop." Several powerful, pleasurable sensations collided almost simultaneously, combined with the unique feeling of being shot in the chest, creating a harmonious symphony that instantly brought Dianxin an unprecedented, ecstatic orgasm. This orgasm was thousands of times more intense than the already incredibly pleasurable orgasm she had experienced on that electric massage chair, dozens of times faster, and hundreds of times more powerful in changing her mindset, immediately immersing her in intense romantic fantasies.
Her whole body immediately stiffened, even her toes pointed, her mouth opened wide as if to scream, but no sound came out. I noticed she wasn't vomiting blood, probably because her breasts were so full that the bullets hitting her had too little kinetic energy to penetrate her vital organs. The bullets that hit her breasts actually caused her more psychological stimulation than physical harm. And because it wasn't fatal, it actually made her orgasm after being shot in the genitals even more intense and pleasurable.
Zhang Lingling felt Dianxin's body convulse and stiffen, her steps faltering. She held her to keep her from falling, hearing Dianxin's pleasurable trembling and moans. She thought, "Wow, so this is what it's like for a girl to be shot—so shocking, so pleasurable!" While she was shyly lost in these thoughts, suddenly her whole body jolted, and she felt something hit her groin two or three times, making her scream, "Ouch!" It turned out that, in the process of moving, she had unknowingly stood above the gun barrel, and the gunman below had pulled the trigger with satisfaction, aiming at the double-layered crotch of her white panties under her miniskirt. Blood and urine gushed from the long-legged beauty's most sensitive spot, signaling the end of this pretty young woman's life.
A surge of intense pleasure washed over her, and Zhang Lingling realized that the place she least wanted to be hit had been hit. She cursed angrily, desperately, and shyly, "Ouch! You're disgusting! Don't hit me there!" But the pleasurable sensation quickly made her give up resisting. This romantic feeling was simply too good to resist, and she had never experienced such intense pleasure before. The pleasure of an electric massage chair paled in comparison. She unconsciously relaxed, her hands covering her short skirt, her long, blood-stained legs wobbling slightly before she collapsed limply.
She had just experienced a powerful climax. She was the type of girl who orgasmed easily, but this saved her from immediately going into a violent, pleasurable spasm and going into shock. However, she now felt another orgasm building up, and she felt incredibly empty, wishing she could hold onto something. But all four girls had collapsed, leaving her alone. Her arms were outstretched, she struggled, and staggered.
Queyan, backstage, saw Dianxin's state and felt a pang of heartache, wondering what she longed to hold onto. She'd heard that girls who were shot in the genital area felt a strong urge to be held tightly by a boy, but there was no boy around. "Let me help her!" she thought. So, she ran out, calling out "Dianxin!" and hugged her tightly.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The flower-destroying hand lowered his gun. He was pleased to see four more bloody holes appear on the sweetheart's ample breasts. And this time, he wasn't using G5 bullets; the group of little cuties had finally pierced through the sweetheart's towering breasts. In addition, he also hit a pretty girl who had just run out as a prize; her breasts were heavy, like the cows in his backyard—it felt so good to shoot them.
"Ouch!" "Ah!" The two girls let out shy screams one after the other. Queyan was shocked to find that her bulging breasts had shaken violently a few times, and four black bullet holes had appeared. Then, blood began to flow out. A feeling unique to young girls enveloped her entire body, and blood trickled from the corners of the two girls' mouths.
They hugged each other, their full breasts pressed together, but they couldn't stop the blood gushing from the most precious part of the girls. They swayed a few times and then collapsed together. The strong-willed girl, coughing up blood, struggled to support herself, but suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over her, her throat constricted, and before she knew it, she had given a final, powerful push, taking her last breath.
Deng Jiyi, emerging from a dizzying, blissful climax, found Liu Xiaoying still struggling.
She asked with difficulty, "Xiao...Ying...you're not dead...?"
"I...want...to...win...again..." Xiaoying actually managed to prop herself up, slowly trying to stand.
Seeing Xiaoying manage to get up, Deng Jiyi, though her body was weak, still tried to stand, her hands pushing against her back, unwilling to give up. However, the gunshot rang out again: *rat-a-tat-tat!*
Deng Jiyi's ponytail flew high behind her, her mouth gaped open, and her eyebrows furrowed.
The bullet had finally pierced three small holes in her exposed area, and blood gushed out. She didn't even have a chance to scream before her body arched into a bow shape, fixed there, motionless.
Seeing Jiyi shot, Xiaoying thought, "Ha, she's not going to live. She finally lost to me!"
Suddenly, her bulging breasts twitched a few times, and hot liquid even splashed onto her face.
"Ouch!" Xiaoying was stronger, and her breasts were slightly fuller than Jiyi's. Therefore, although the bullet pierced her nipple, it didn't kill her immediately. She still had a chance to cry out before, accompanied by a beautiful, pleasurable sensation, she slowly collapsed to the ground again, her legs kicking wildly. After struggling for a while, she reluctantly breathed her last.
Fifth round. All the girls participating in the selection would duel with members of the firing squad at the student entertainment center. The duel was very simple. The girls participating in the selection carried pistols, walked in, and fired upon spotting their opponents.
The opponents might be lurking behind the stage curtain or hiding under the stage. Whoever was shot first, even if they didn't die, lost. Those who weren't shot could watch the situation inside through the transparent wall, but the sounds from outside couldn't reach them. However, the sounds from inside could be broadcast through loudspeakers.
As usual, our eldest sister, Amy, was the first to go in our dormitory. She wore a white tank top with thick straps, denim shorts, and carried her favorite imaginary pistol, which she called "P99"—it looked a bit like a water gun and was supposedly made in China. Before she went in, I tried to persuade her one last time—because I'd already tried so many times: "Amy, can't you wear a wedding dress? Don't you love wearing wedding dresses?"
"Why? I don't want to wear my usual Sleeping Beauty outfit; it looks silly! And my dear Sleeping Beauty wouldn't like me going on an adventure dressed like that. He doesn't like the idea of me dying! Besides, I like letting my friends see my new look." "
But..."
"Don't be afraid, Jianhua. Qiqi said she gave it to me; the Flower Destroyer won't appear. I'm just afraid of the legendary VOS because he's terrifying."
"You're wearing a tank top and shorts; it'll be hard to defend yourself." I still didn't understand.
"Don't worry, I'm capable of protecting myself, I think."
Amy went in. At the same time, we saw Zhang Min, wearing a red sports bra and a red cheerleader skirt, enter from the other side. Everyone was shouting encouragement, but through the glass wall, no one could hear them.
For some reason, a bit of Zhang Min's red skirt fluttered out from behind the stage. Amy immediately darted behind a stage light pole, raised her gun, spread her legs, and assumed a standard pistol shooting stance, ready to fire as soon as Zhang Min peeked out. Sure enough, the red skirt fluttered out again, followed by a long leg tentatively extending. Amy estimated that Zhang Min would jump out as soon as her leg extended, so she fired a shot.
"Bang!" As she predicted, the shot hit Zhang Min squarely as she jumped out. However, Zhang Min's leg retracted, and she didn't jump out. The skirt also retracted and disappeared from sight. Oh no! Amy thought, "My shot has given away my position. She must have run offstage. If she really likes that 'waist-hip method,' and runs offstage, behind me, that's a disaster! I can't stand here waiting for her to kill me."
Amy turned around and saw that there was no one behind her, and nowhere for someone offstage to aim and shoot at her. However, she didn't want to stay behind the pillar any longer. She carefully followed the curtain, exploring towards the spot where Zhang Min had just exposed her legs. There was no movement; Zhang Min had indeed moved offstage. While keeping an eye on the area below the stage, Amy confidently ran to the opposite curtain.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
Both cries came from Amy. Two beautiful red flowers burst from the bulge in her vest.
Zhang Min remained hidden in the same spot. She figured the shy Amy would be very careful, so she calmly inserted two satisfying bullets into Amy's proud breasts.
Amy slowly knelt on the stage, her eyes filled with sorrowful tears, her body forced into a helpless struggle. She knew her life had been ended by Zhang Min, but she was still extremely unwilling.
Sleepy rushed forward and hugged Amy tightly: "Darling! Don't die! You can't die! Didn't you promise to be my bride?" He pressed his large, warm hands tightly against Amy's left breast, trying to stop the gushing blood.
Amy grimaced and whispered helplessly, "Give me... a wedding dress... so I can be your Sleeping Princess..." Her head lolled to the side, and she stopped moving.
"Amy!" Sleepy collapsed onto Amy, wailing loudly.
Next to enter was Xiaoyu. She wore white capri pants, a light blue vest, and white tennis shoes, holding some kind of gun. Her opponent was a handsome young man, exuding a dashing aura. We were all worried for Xiaoyu: Oh no, this handsome guy is so good, Xiaoyu is in trouble.
As soon as Xiaoyu stepped onto the stage, the young man jumped out. Xiaoyu quickly raised her gun, but the boy threw it away and said, "I don't like guns. I like my fists. Girl, stick your belly out so I can punch you a few thousand times and you can massage your tummy."
Xiaoyu spat, "You think my belly is a punching bag? Go to hell!"
"Bang!" Xiaoyu fired at the boy. But the cunning boy rolled to the ground before she could fire, rolled forward, and landed in front of Xiaoyu. He half-squatted down and kicked at her stomach. Xiaoyu dodged the kick, but before she could raise her gun, the boy had a dagger in his hand. He leaped up and slashed at Xiaoyu's stomach! "I'll rip you open!" he roared. Xiaoyu screamed in surprise. Luckily, her body hadn't yet turned from her sidestepping motion. She swiftly swung her foot, blocking his knife-wielding hand and sending her shoe slamming into his face, throwing him off balance. Before he could turn around, Xiaoyu gripped the gun handle with both hands and steadily fired a shot at the handsome man. "Bang!"
"Ah!" The handsome man's eyes were fixed on Xiaoyu's perfect abdomen, but he no longer had the strength to launch that exciting attack. "I...in my next life...I still want to...open...your chest..." he
breathed his last, filled with resentment. Qiqi skipped and hopped inside. She wore a pure white dress, pointed high heels, and carried a .22 caliber pistol with a diamond-encrusted ivory handle. While everyone was whispering and speculating about who her opponent was, we finally saw a man in his forties or fifties, with thinning hair, wearing a Li-Ning tracksuit, short and stout, about 1.67 meters tall, with a 38-inch waist, and an imposing presence, slowly stroll inside. The girls watching whispered in surprise, "Even big shots have come! Who is this girl?"
"Who is that big shot?"
"They say his name is Feng Yihan, a very wealthy judge, or maybe a chairman of some company."
"Is he interested in Qiqi?"
"Wow, if it's true, Qiqi is so lucky, she'll skip decades of hard work!"
"If a rich man takes a liking to me, I wouldn't need to participate in the selection..."
While everyone was discussing, I nervously watched Qiqi, wondering how she would handle this handsome older man.
Qiqi carefully walked around the stage pillars, then walked forward close to the curtain. Suddenly, she threw the gun in her hand to the ground, clapped her hands twice, then bent down to pick it up, and in a flash, she went to the spot where Zhang Min had stuck her foot. The curtain was drawn, so we outside couldn't see what was happening.
Two very loud gunshots rang out from inside. Then came Qi Qi's voice: "Ah!...Oh dear...With you, I drink yellow wine, waving goodbye to the ark. I secretly think of the undying melody. When falsehood is taken for truth, truth is hard to retain; who is I...ah..."
What on earth is going on? Everyone was dumbfounded.
Jian Shiren, Wei Chong, and Jin Ai met at the morgue entrance. Jian Shiren had already set his sights on the snacks that had just been shot, and now he was extremely aroused, sweating profusely. He thought to himself, "If I could enjoy the delicacy from that beautiful corpse, that would be incredibly lucky. Although the area I was enjoying had been ravaged by bullets, thankfully the body wasn't badly damaged; she's still a lovely young woman. Ah, wonderful! Wonderful!"
Wei Chong, however, had a different idea: he hoped to smuggle Jian Hua out so the girl he secretly loved wouldn't have to risk a duel. Jin Ai, on the other hand, hoped to find some good meat in the morgue, specifically the meat of a young girl, because he truly loved eating people.
The three handsome men, each with their own ulterior motives, met, nodded without exchanging many words, and began their operation.
"Someone's there!" Wei Chong whispered, and Uncle Jian and Jin Ai immediately hid behind the door. A handsome man with long hair, black glasses, and carrying an MP-5A5 silenced submachine gun appeared in the light.
"The Flower Destroyer?"
"The security here is very tight; I was afraid you'd get tricked, so I'm leading the way."
"Great!"
A door opened, and the four of them slipped inside. Once inside, Jian Shiren realized that what he had expected—the corpses of the beautiful women he had just killed, which he thought would give him some amusement—wasn't. It was actually a large hall, bigger than a basketball court, with three doors at the far end.
"Watch out!" Cuihua Shou pushed Jin Ai and Jian Shiren back towards the door. The middle door at the far end of the hall opened, and a group of beautiful girls rushed out. They wore white sports bras, white headbands, ponytails, white miniskirts, and white mid-heeled boots, carrying white M16A2-735 modified submachine guns. "
Oh no!" Cuihua Shou cried out, half-kneeling on the ground, his gun already spitting fire. The girls opposite hadn't expected such ruthless individuals to break in; many were hit before they could even disengage the safety.
"Ouch! Ah! Oh my god! Ouch..." Blood spurted from the shapely sports bras of the beautiful girls one after another. The precise bullets made them tremble, dancing a sexy and gorgeous dying dance amidst the hail of bullets. Wei Chong squatted on the ground, his Oriental 120 camera, a 1981 replica of the 1967 Seagull 120, hanging around his neck, pressing the shutter at the opportune moment to record this moving scene. A girl with a full bust, who looked a little older than the others, finally got a chance to fire at Wei Chong as her companions screamed and slowly collapsed. However, because she was too nervous, the bullet hit the wall next to Wei Chong, and the bullet fragments clattered and splattered all over Wei Chong, giving him a big fright.
However, he heard the door being pushed open a little more, then a loud gunshot, and then many spent shell casings flying into his head, hitting him and making him a mess. A sidelong glance revealed an AKM rifle firing. The girl who had fired at him screamed, her full breasts turning crimson, and she stumbled back against the wall. The "flower destroyer" then opened fire on her, the two guns spraying bullets wildly, hitting the girl's chest with at least fifty bullets.
"Charge!" the "flower destroyer" shouted.
"Don't forget to write a story after you break the record, so I can add it to my collection!" Jin Ai shouted, peeking out halfway.
A stray bullet from the opposite direction singed several strands of his hair, startling him into retreating. "Yeah! Shoot her over five hundred times, break the record!" Wei Chong encouraged.
"High rate of fire doesn't affect accuracy!" Wei Chong shouted, throwing down the camera hanging around his neck, pulling a silenced submachine gun from under his stomach, and mowing down another group of girls rushing up behind him.
AK47 exclaimed, "Weisheng, is that a Type 85 silenced submachine gun you're using? Nice gun! Just leave it there when you're done, let me pick up some scraps too!"
"How did you know?" Weisheng asked, firing as he pulled a 30-round magazine from under his stomach. Looking up, he saw Cuihua Shou already charging forward, firing as he went. He quickly jumped up and followed, muttering, "I'm half a Christian, how can I kill people?"
Jin Ai said, "Brothers, now that we're at war with the student council, let's go all the way and wipe them all out! We can each have a few beautiful corpses to enjoy!" He took off his coat, revealing a grotesque ladybug pattern on his t-shirt—a seven-spotted ladybug, no less. He tucked a pencil engraved with "Heaven's Bookshelf" behind his ear, deciding to give it to the girl he'd fallen for after the operation.
AK47 fired the last dozen or so bullets into the skirt of a girl lying by the door, then grabbed her size 44 foot, which had already kicked off its shoe, and began to frantically gnaw on it.
The Flower Destroyer searched the ground for voluptuous girls who had fallen, shot in the chest; if there were no bullets in the chest, he would shoot them there.
He quietly slipped behind the door.
Jin Ai picked up a gun from the ground, saying, "Hey, I haven't played with a gun in ages since the mutiny. Back in the trenches of Guningtou, Kinmen, drinking Kinmen Kaoliang liquor and listening to Teresa Teng and Nancy Sit's songs about surrendering on the other side, it was a bitter pill to swallow. Now I can vent my anger!" Looking around, he couldn't find Jian Shiren anywhere, nor anyone else. Feeling strange, he lifted the curtain…
The Flower Destroyer finally rushed into the morgue, only to find that his companions hadn't followed. He thought happily, "Haha, Uncle Jian didn't follow. Let me enjoy some snacks and dairy first, hehe."
He first saw the name of the snacks, then quickly pulled out the drawer where the corpse was kept. Huh? Empty?
Tu Mei received the order; his opponent was Jian Hua, who was already on stage. He was so excited he almost fainted. Great! He'd practiced for so long, waiting for this day, to deliver that satisfying little bullet into the most secret part of a beautiful girl, just like his idol, Master Sanlang! He checked his gun three times, then quietly slipped under the stage, following the gun port to the first pillar where someone might be hiding. Looking up, wow, so lucky! He saw a pair of long, white legs. Looking further up, he saw the owner of those legs wearing white denim shorts and a white tank top, her full breasts bulging. Unfortunately, her head was hidden by the curtain; she was probably focused on waiting for her opponent to rush out from the other side. But, hmph, that little Jian Hua was so careless, not realizing her feet were completely exposed to Tu Mei?
Tu Mei was so excited his hands were sweating, and drool was dripping down his face. He'd thought his nose would bleed profusely, but it turned out he was drooling, not bleeding. He carefully aimed at the perfect spot in the crotch of Jianhua's denim shorts, and pulled the trigger: Bang! Crack! Crack! He was satisfied to see the bullet pierce three charred holes in the girl's crotch—a three-star marksmanship! Tu Mei suddenly felt like a three-star pro!
After a while, Tu Mei suddenly felt something was wrong. Why couldn't he hear Jianhua's sexy moans, nor see the splattering of blood and urine? There was no reason for it. He quickly ran onto the stage, pushed Jianhua, and she fell to the ground.
Tu Mei lifted the curtain covering the girl's face. Alas, this wasn't Jianhua at all; it was clearly the corpse of Dianxin, who had just been shot! Someone had dressed her in such a sexy outfit, fooling Tu Mei. Tu Mei stood there stunned for a long time: Dianxin was here, but where was Jianhua?
Suddenly, Tu Mei heard a low voice from behind the curtain saying, "Don't move, there are two guns pointed at you now. Put your gun on the ground!"
The audience outside saw Tu Mei slowly climb onto the girl for some reason. Amidst the discussion, a gunshot suddenly rang out. Tu Mei jolted and collapsed, motionless. The girls outside grew even louder: "Tu Mei committed suicide?"
"Yeah, what happened?" "
I heard his opponent was Jian Hua." "No wonder..."
Outside, Wei Rong handed me his submachine gun. "Congratulations on passing five rounds!"
"Thanks for your help. But I don't need your gun."
"What if they find out..."
"You're so stupid, why did I participate in the selection? The ultimate goal is to enjoy the greatest pleasure, not to run away."
"You idiot! Pigsy, are you out of your mind? There's no one inside, why are you rushing in?"
It turned out Jin Ai was scolding the Flower Destroyer. The latter was kicking open the door, preparing to rush into the morgue again, hoping to meet more girls and have a good time.
Jian Shiren reluctantly put on his pants, his legs weak. Looking at Que Yan's corpse on the ground, he licked his lips: "Little beauty, I'll come back tonight after I've settled my wife and children..."
On the stage, five cute girls in pink dresses and short skirts were already standing in line. Zhang Tianshi checked his weapon one last time, filled the magazine of his Type 64 pistol with G5, and aimed at his favorite pretty girl...
Backstage, Cannon was urging the girls who were about to be shot to change into gray-white peasant clothes that looked like lizard skin, dressing them up as female anti-Japanese guerrillas from eastern Hebei; while Cooltemp was helping another group of girls in line to take attendance. They all had big, wavy, afro-like hair, and each wore a modified Shanghai-style cheongsam with a rip all the way to their waists, and they were reviewing the words Cooltemp had taught them to say before their execution. Cooltemp urged, "Practice, practice! Remember, when you go up there, you must say those things to excite me!"
A handsome blond man clung to Lin Zhiya's legs, pleading, "Sister, I really, really want you to chop off my head, please, have mercy and let my two favorite sisters chop off my head, okay? I beg you..."
In the dormitory, we helped Dianxin, Amy, and Qiqi pack their luggage for the student life department to take away. Xiaoyu started speculating again, "Who will be assigned? Maybe it'll be a boy!"
"Not just one, can't you do math?"
"Ah? Right, hehe, maybe four boys... we're doomed..."
"You're dreaming!" I said, looking out the window, because I could already see Zhang Min leading four very pretty girls towards our dormitory.
"No way?! Xiaoyu, come quick! 100 points is moving into our dorm!"
"Tang Lingna? Why did she move again? Oh, what about Li Honghua and Luo Qiulan? They're moving in too! Wow, won't we become a big family of beauties?"
"Come on, the 'big family of beauties' story is another one. Don't mislead the audience, okay?..."
[The End]

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