He raped his female classmate.

Is a person born inherently good or inherently evil?

Is a person born with a certain tendency?

Is a person born truly pure? What exactly does the word "pure" mean?

Regarding the first question, I can only answer: "I was born with an inherent nature different from others."

As for the second question, my mother once told me that when I was a baby, if I wore clean clothes, I would try every means to soil them. The same thing happened when I was younger; I didn't like wearing clean clothes. I even disliked others wearing clean clothes, especially girls, and I would go to great lengths to soil their pure clothes.

Of course, I was often caught by teachers for this, leading my mother to come to school many times to check on me, resulting in another visit less than three days later. My mother took me to see a doctor, but the doctor said I was perfectly healthy, both psychologically and physically. Of course, before I left, I would soil the doctor's clothes.

As for the third question, I really can't figure out what it means. Does it refer to inherent nature? But from birth, a person's character, values, and desires constantly change with age. Does this mean being without guile? Guile is also a kind of inner desire. If being true to one's desires is a defiled thing, then isn't going against one's desires a hypocritical act?

Regarding the third question, I couldn't find the answer until my Form 5 years. Indeed, my Form 5 years brought me a great transformation. I understood my true nature, why I had these tendencies, and what true purity was.

Form 5 is a crucial year for many students, as it involves choosing between employment and further education—life-changing decisions. I was no exception. All along, I had only focused on academic matters, completely neglecting the questions of life. That year left me feeling quite lost and helpless. I had no friends, so I had no one to confide in.

I sat on the stone steps of the school playground, watching many students still playing carefree, including Form 5 students facing life's challenges that year. They nonchalantly played ball and flirted with girls on the playground. Had they even considered the future, or were they just being too anxious?

Suddenly, something drew my attention: Li Huijuan, the school beauty. Wearing her blue cheongsam school uniform, she had long, glossy black hair and an oval face.

Beyond her appearance, her inner qualities were even more remarkable. Although she was only a Form 5 student, her father was the principal and her mother a teacher, practically guaranteeing her a place in Form 6. Furthermore, she was a model student, especially academically, demonstrating exceptional talent and winning numerous awards for the school each year. Initially,

I didn't believe such pure and innocent people existed, but after seeing her, I knew such women truly existed—pure and flawless inside and out.

Watching her walk by, I was completely captivated, forgetting the passage of time; her every move occupied every inch of my senses. Even as she disappeared from my sight, I couldn't bring myself to return to my senses.

She only walked past me for a fleeting moment, yet she had already taken my thoughts away, including the things that had been troubling me. Once I regained consciousness, all my worries vanished. It seems she truly is an angel, an angel I can never have.

The bell rang again, signaling the start of another dull class. In class, unable to see the angel, I became listless again. I really wanted to sleep, but I dared not, because this class was taught by the angel's mother, Mrs. Li. She was the school's discipline master, and many students had suffered under her. Comparing

Mrs. Li's appearance to Hui Juan's, anyone who had seen Hui Juan would find Mrs. Li ugly. This wasn't because Mrs. Li was actually ugly, but because her daughter was so beautiful, like Snow White and her stepmother, the Queen.

Another reason might be her age; the hardships she had endured had made her appear somewhat thin. Her face, however, was exceptionally well-preserved. A teacher in her forties looked no different from a thirty-year-old woman, and besides her mature beauty, she also possessed a cold, aloof beauty when she frowned.

However, I had no interest in the empress before me, for my will was fiercely battling against the overwhelming drowsiness that overwhelmed me, my nerves constantly trying to pull my heavy eyelids shut.

But ultimately, I succumbed to the call of sleep, slowly lowering my eyelids and gradually drifting into dreamland.

In my dream, I vaguely saw the back of a woman. Approaching, I saw it was my angel, Li Huijuan. I saw her taking off her school uniform, leaving only a pure white bra and panties.

Having a desire to defile pure white things, I naturally felt the urge to do so. Just as I was about to step forward, the next scene captivated me.

She reached for the clasp on the back of her bra, gently and alluringly unhooking it, revealing her entire flawless, snow-white back before me. Her back was very white, without any birthmarks, not even a speck of ink.

This flawless body aroused another desire within me, compelling me to reach out and touch it. Just as I was about to taste that snow-white and smooth back muscle, an external voice pulled me back to reality.

"Cheng Zhijie, how long are you going to sleep! Get up now, it's class time!" This stern voice made me slowly sit back up.

Still sleepy, I couldn't remember that I was in class. I rubbed my eyes and said, "What are you doing waking me up!"

As soon as I said that, I remembered that I was in class, and it was the discipline director's class. I knew I was in trouble; I had just spoken rudely to her.

As a result, I had to stand outside the teacher's office until school was over. This punishment was really lenient; usually, in this situation, I would have to stand until at least 5 o'clock, which is the longest a day school student can stay at school.

While being punished, I didn't look around like other people, because something took me to another world—the unforgettable body of Hui Juan from my dream.

Her body was deeply imprinted in my mind. During the fantasy, I felt my penis grow bigger and harder, forming a large tent in my crotch, which made me quite uncomfortable.

I imagined her snow-white back; it must feel so smooth to the touch. Just looking at her back gave me an urge to rush forward.

A question lingered in my mind: "Why do I want to rush forward? And what will I do after I do?"

Did I want to defile her? But she had already taken off all her plain-colored clothes; what could I possibly defile? Her body? I only have desires to defile objects; I've never thought about defiled another person's body, nor do I know how to defile it. For me now, the meaning of a pure body is very vague.

As I pondered the meaning of purity, I was completely unaware of footsteps approaching me.

Looking down in thought, I saw the feet of the person who made the footsteps. He was wearing a monk's robe from a monastery. In my school, only one person wore such clothes. I didn't need to look up to know who it was—Father Hogan, the school's board member.

I looked up at the priest and saw him smile at me, then gently pat my shoulder.

I looked puzzled. Normally, if an educator saw me being punished by standing in front of the teachers' office during class, they would ask me why I was being punished.

The priest, however, didn't look reproachful. He said, "Student, I can tell from your eyes that you were just having a vivid dream."

The priest actually knew what I had dreamt about. Not only that, he then said to me, "Student, it's normal to have erotic dreams. Dreams are actually a reflection of reality. You have a strong sexual desire and really want to have sex with the person in your dream."

I thought to myself, "Don't joke around. I've never had much sexual desire, why would I want to have sex with Hui Juan? My biggest desire is to defile other people's belongings."

The priest seemed to see right through me and said, "Once everyone's desires are satisfied once, they need something even bigger to satisfy them next time. Desire is like a drug; it's addictive."

After hearing the priest's words, I... I nodded, seemingly understanding, but the priest, sensing my lingering doubts, asked, "I noticed you looked downcast at noon. Are you troubled by some life questions?"

I was taken aback, then hesitantly revealed my worries: "Father, I'm wondering whether to pursue further education or enter the workforce after Form Five?"

The priest said, "That's just the surface of your problem. I mean the underlying life questions that have been lurking in your mind for over a decade."

His words startled me, so I had no choice but to reveal the concerns that had plagued me for over ten years. I expected the priest to be speechless, but to my surprise, he gave me a very satisfying answer.

He said, "Purity is something completely unadorned. Take personality as an example: Joan of Arc was called a pure maiden because her character remained unchanged from birth to death. Therefore, a pure personality is an innate, unadorned personality."

The priest's explanation was a revelation; the knot in my heart that had been there for over ten years was finally untied by his few words. I looked into the priest's eyes, and strangely enough, I found them mysterious; I couldn't fathom what he was thinking.

The priest patted my shoulder again. What did that mean? Generally, a pat on the shoulder means encouragement. Why was the priest telling me to keep going? Studies? Probably not; our conversation hadn't revolved around that. Then, was he telling me to keep going in terms of sexual desire?

However, having answered one question I'd had all my life, another one had arisen: why were my desires linked to purity? The thing I'd done most often and wanted to do most in my life was defile the purity of others. Was this a morbid desire, or a deep-seated yearning? I didn't know.

When I tried to ask the priest further, he was gone. I looked down the long corridor, but there wasn't a trace of him.

That day was one of the most unforgettable days of my life…

In March, Forms 1 through 4 and Form 6 students were in their exam week, and Form 7 students had already left school. Only we Form 5 students still had classes, so the school became quite quiet in the afternoons.

We Form 5 students had mock exams starting in the latter part of the month, so after school, many students immediately went home to review their lessons. The school campus became quite deserted after school in March.

I was different from them because there was a construction site near my home, and the noise made it impossible for me to study at home. So I had to sit in the school library every day to study.

I was facing the history subject in front of me, a subject that was making me feel a little breathless. The numerous characters, complicated place names, and tedious events were simply not something for a human to read.

Just when I was about to go crazy and throw the book out into the street, I saw someone open the library door. I never expected that my tiring study would lead to something good, because the person who came in was my angel—Hui Juan. Today was the first time I'd seen her at the library. Usually, after school, Mrs. Li would make her go straight home; she never had time to go anywhere else.

Seeing her sneakily enter the library's bookshelves, her gait different from usual, I, curious and a little suspicious, dropped my book and quietly followed her.

Perhaps because it's a prestigious school, my school's library is truly enormous, more than twice the size of a typical public high school library, about the size of the Yuen Long Public Library.

I saw her walk to the English section for natural sciences, and just as I was about to go in, a man's voice stopped me.

"Huijuan, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." It was a very familiar male voice. However, I was afraid that if I went any closer, they might discover me.

So, I quietly walked to the next bookshelf and peeked through the gaps to see what they were doing.

Unexpectedly, the man was very tall; I could only see his chest, and at most, his chin. Fortunately, I could clearly see her beautiful face.

She looked very different from usual. Today, she was graceful and elegant, her face flushed with a rosy blush, unlike her usual plain expression.

Could that man be her lover? A few seconds later, the answer appeared before me. The two of them were kissing, their technique quite skillful, not like it was their first time.

Not only that, I saw that they were kissing passionately and tenderly. The moment the man lowered his head to kiss Huijuan, I could finally see his face clearly. That man was the student council president of our school.

In terms of appearance, how could such an ugly man be worthy of an angel? Apart from being tall and having good grades, he was good for nothing. Watching the two of them kiss, my heart grew increasingly uncomfortable.

I noticed that the president's hands were wandering somewhere, so I squatted down to take a look and saw that his hands were roaming over Huijuan's slender waist. Huijuan's waist had not an ounce of excess fat. Her thinness was unlike that of today's celebrities who, in order to lose weight, have made their bodies unconventional and uncomfortable to look at.

The president didn't seem satisfied with just caressing her slender waist; he slowly moved to Huijuan's round buttocks, enjoying the softness of her hips.

I stood up to look at Huijuan's expression; she had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the president's caresses. Seeing her being touched by such a person made me feel disgusted and I couldn't accept this reality. My angel, her pure body defiled by such a person.

I watched as the president's devilish hands roughly lifted her skirt, allowing me to clearly see her panties—a pink pair. His hands slowly slipped into her slightly damp panties.

I saw the president probing inside her panties, seemingly massaging Huijuan's clitoris. However, his movements were very rough; it seemed he wanted to tear her clitoris apart before stopping, showing no mercy whatsoever.

I was indignant at his brutality, but when I looked at Huijuan's expression, I saw one that turned my anger into helplessness.

I noticed Huijuan's body trembling slightly, and instead of resisting, her hands actively wrapped around the president's neck, passionately kissing his lips. She seemed to be enjoying everything the president did; her legs spread wider, and she held him tighter and tighter.

"Ugh... huff... huff... huff..." The pleasure from her lower body made Huijuan breathless. Although her breathing was soft, the library was already very quiet, so every sound was deeply imprinted in my mind.

The president's other hand began to reach up to her school uniform, slowly unbuttoning each button of her blouse, revealing a pale pink bra underneath. Her breasts, visible beneath the uniform, were larger and firmer than I had ever seen before, so full they seemed about to burst out of her bra.

With one hand, the president skillfully and roughly unhooked her thin bra, instantly exposing her breasts. Seeing her breasts, my penis immediately hardened. Her breasts were so full and tempting, especially her rosy nipples, which gave me an urge to go over and suck on them.

However, I couldn't have them. The president, whom I dislike so much, the hateful one, could actually hold her breasts in his hands, happily sucking on her pink nipples, and forcefully sucking on her two mounds of flesh.

"Ah...uh...ah...be gentle...my little breasts are about to be crushed..." Huijuan began to do some things that were unbearable to look at.

The angel in my heart was now being violated like this, even accommodating others to play with her body, and uttering extremely obscene words.

My heart was in turmoil. The angel in my heart, perfect in body and mind, was actually incredibly filthy inside. She could abandon her girlish modesty and openly have sex with a man in a public place.

Seeing all this, who could see the woman they loved having sex with someone else without feeling sad?

Although I was very sad, my male instincts drove me to continue watching.

"Huijuan, I'll take off your panties, okay?" The president said in a soft voice, but I could still hear it clearly.

I saw Huijuan nod slightly and actively lift her skirt with both hands, letting the president take off her panties that were full of vaginal fluid.

The president crouched down, holding the sides of her panties with both hands, and pulled them down forcefully, the entire pair of panties sliding down to her calves. Huijuan lifted her left leg, letting the panties hang on her right foot.

She spread her legs, parting her labia with her hands, revealing her vulva, a pale, bright red. Her vaginal fluid flowed down her inner thighs, mixing with the sweat on her feet, emitting a delicate lily scent.

This feminine fragrance made my body even hotter, and my manhood hardened, trembling inside my panties, almost bursting through my tight underwear—the feeling was excruciating.

The president buried her head in Huijuan's vulva, gently teasing her clitoris, about the size of a red bean, with the tip of her tongue.

Huijuan's body trembled uncontrollably as she said, "Ugh...it's so itchy...ahh...I can't take it...ah...I can't take it anymore..."

The president raised his head and said, "Just licking your clitoris is enough to make you unable to go on."

After he finished speaking, he continued, this time licking her entire vulva, his tongue licking every inch of the tender flesh of Huijuan's vulva. He curled his tongue and moved it in and out of

Huijuan's vulva. Huijuan pressed her hands on his head, allowing him to lick her more thoroughly and make her feel more pleasure. The president's tongue moved like an electric eel in Huijuan's vulva, also giving Huijuan a feeling of being electrocuted.

"Ahh...don't lick anymore...if you lick anymore...I'll collapse...ah...I can't take it anymore..." Huijuan pressed the president's head even harder, as if trying to suffocate the president who was buried in her vulva.

"Huff... I can't take it anymore... Give it to me..." Hui Juan collapsed to the ground, crawling towards the president's crotch, like a witch surrendering to a demon, begging for a reward.

In my heart, I felt my angel had fallen. In just a few short minutes, my impression of her had changed from a pure and innocent angel to a filthy witch. Who could understand the disappointment and anger I felt?

Seeing her now, besides those two feelings, there was also a sense of helplessness. Because now, she impatiently pulled down the president's trousers and personally used her snow-white jade hand to pull out the already erect penis from his underwear.

Seeing the penis, she was happier than a child seeing their favorite candy, and she licked the candy in her hand even more diligently than a child.

Seeing her so focused on sucking the penis in her hand, I felt no excitement at all. Instead, a surge of anger burned within me, and my penis felt the same way.

Her Medusa-like, alluring tongue was licking another hot, throbbing penis. Her warm tongue slid from the base of the scrotum to the bright red glans.

"Mmm...good..." The president gently stroked Huijuan's hair, as if to praise everything she had done.

I, of course, thought the president's action was like a master praising a dog's obedient performance. However, the identity of a bitch was perfectly fitting for Huijuan.

"Huijuan, do you want your master's penis? I'll give it to your cunt now, okay?" The president turned the bitch's buttocks towards him.

After Huijuan's oral service, the president's penis was an inch longer than before. The nine-inch thick penis made me gasp. Looking at my own, it was only a little over seven inches. It seemed that this bitch had already submitted to his penis.

The president placed his left hand on her buttocks and his right hand on his penis, slowly inserting it into Huijuan's vagina.

Watching Huijuan's vagina engulf the chairman's penis, I grew increasingly agitated, yet every part of my body compelled me to continue watching.

"Ahhh..." The moment the penis fully penetrated, Huijuan let out a moan of pleasure, her vaginal fluids gushing out from the pressure of the penis, flowing all over the floor.

What a bitch! Even her vaginal fluids were more abundant than others. Comparing her usual appearance to this, her usual hypocrisy made me want to vomit.

However, her vagina showed no intention of spitting out the penis; instead, it actively and desperately worked against the penis behind her. Each time the penis entered her vagina, it emerged coated with even more fluid, shining brightly in the light.

The sound of the penis slapping against her buttocks, "slap slap slap," traveled through my auditory nerves to my brain. Not only the sounds of intercourse, but also Huijuan's alluring and seductive manner, and her seductive whispers, deeply etched a lewd picture into my mind.

"Hoo hoo... your thing is so big... um... it's killing me... ah ah... my pussy feels so good..."

"So, Huijuan, are you enjoying it?" The chairman then gripped her breast tightly and said, "You bitch, I'm fucking you good, aren't I! Look at your breasts, wiggle them, wiggle them, you look so lewd."

Huijuan, being fucked, felt aroused upon hearing this: "Ah ah... so good... fuck me more... um... I'm a lewd bitch... ah..."

Faced with this reality, my heart sank to the bottom. I had always believed that the most perfect woman in the world existed, but now that woman made me deeply aware of the falseness of the world.

Watching her energetically swaying her hips, her seductive voice and eyes, I knew that her nature was lewd.

The president's movements didn't falter for a moment; he was giving his all to fuck the bitch between his legs, enjoying the pleasure of making love with the most beautiful bitch in the whole school. They were really going at it very hard, completely absorbed, oblivious to my furious gaze.

The two of them seemed to have entered a state of ecstasy; I think even if a dozen people came here, they wouldn't stop.

Because judging from their posture, the rise and fall of their breathing, and the frequency of their moans, I could tell that the man was almost there, and the woman was close to climaxing too.

Hui Juan tightly gripped the president's hands that were on her breasts; her fair and smooth hands, resting on the president's rough and rough hands, created a very strong contrast.

"Huff... Ugh... I can't take it anymore..."

"Ah... Huijuan... I'm about to ejaculate too..."

"Okay... Ah... But don't ejaculate inside..."

"No... I'm going to ejaculate... Ah..."

Upon hearing this, Huijuan immediately pulled away from the chairman's penis, stood up, and turned her face towards it. Just then, the semen gushed out from inside, all of it landing on Huijuan's snow-white face.

Huijuan's expression showed no disgust, but rather a look of pleasure. She used her hand to put the semen on her face into her mouth to taste it, and also licked the semen around the corners of her mouth. Not only that, she licked the semen off the chairman's penis, still wanting more.

My heart protested against watching, but my body was beyond my control, compelling me to watch the entire process, my gaze never leaving the two of them for a moment.

After they finished, they immediately put their clothes back on, parting without even a kiss. The student council president hurriedly left, leaving Huijuan alone.

Huijuan calmly straightened her clothes; as she adjusted her school uniform, her face showed no expression other than the lingering afterglow of her orgasm. She felt no romantic feelings towards the man she had just been with.

I watched her leisurely leave the library, and I had no desire to stay and study, so I dragged my heavy steps home.

Back home, I hid on my bed, doing nothing, thinking about what had just happened. Huijuan's lewd behavior disgusted me; she no longer seemed perfect to me.

I remembered the priest's words: purity is unadorned and innate. Was Huijuan a pure girl now? If her true nature was lewd, then her usual behavior was false.

If she's hypocritical, why do I have the desire to defile her? I've only ever had desires for things pure; only the soul can be described as pure.

Why do I still have the desire to defile someone as impure as Huijuan? I truly can't understand it. Today's events, besides filling me with rage, have also instilled in me the desire to violate her.

I have this thought in my mind: to violate her, to destroy her outward purity. I'm lost; I feel like a lost lamb. I desperately want someone to help me, to teach me what to do. Actually

, I already have someone in mind, but I don't know how to meet him, or what feelings I should have. Should I meet him with a repentant heart? I don't think I've done anything wrong.

Not only with the priest, but I also don't know how I should feel when I see Huijuan tomorrow. Even when we meet, I usually just nod slightly to her. Today's events have extinguished my former affection for her, leaving only hatred—hatred for her hypocrisy.

Today's events have left me utterly exhausted; my eyes are closing. I long for sleep, to escape the real world and face it all, especially since everything here has left me so disillusioned.

The world of dreams might be the best place, a place created by one's own ideals, free from the constraints of reality and the moral condemnation of others. If I could, I would stay in my dreams forever, no longer needing to live in this hypocritical and cruel reality.

I can't think any further; I'm too tired. I quickly drifted into the long-awaited dreamland, enjoying the only thing I truly love now.

Unfortunately, this dream world isn't what I expected either. In the dream, everything that happened today plays out repeatedly before me like a videotape.

I long to wake up, at least in my own home, where I won't see her. However, one cannot control everything, including one's dreams.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I glanced at the alarm clock by my bed; it was past nine. I was starting to feel hungry. My family is often away on business trips, so I have to cook for myself.

Although I consider myself a pretty good cook, what happened today had completely ruined my appetite. As I cooked, Huijuan's image kept flashing through my mind. She's not the person I want, so why am I still thinking about her?

I'm so confused. I don't even know what else I can do for Huijuan. Why do I still have feelings for such a fake woman?

Her beautiful image is deeply imprinted in my mind. Whether I'm eating, in class, or even sleeping, she often appears before my eyes.

Do I want to possess her?

The next morning, I got up, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, and went to school as usual. The difference was that I felt even more nervous about going to school today than I did on my first day of middle school. I walked slower than usual today, as if I wouldn't return to school until the bell rang, afraid of running into her.

I waited by the school gate for half an hour, seeing many classmates during that time, but thankfully, she wasn't among them.

Even after the bell rang, Huijuan didn't appear. I was restless; initially afraid of seeing her, now I was depressed at not seeing her. I didn't know what I was thinking.

During the morning assembly that day, I looked at Huijuan's class line but didn't see her. Was she too tired to go to school because of yesterday's events?

If so, did she really have a strong sexual desire, wanting to be sexually exhausted before stopping? In my subconscious, I only believed that this was the only possibility for Huijuan to go to school.

I couldn't accept this reality and wanted to escape it. I thought Huijuan couldn't go to school because she was sick. Now I understand why people like to escape reality—because the truth is too terrible for them.

Unable to accept the reality, my body couldn't withstand the shock, and I finally collapsed...

When I awoke, I found myself in a place I'd never been before. I stood up and looked around; the room was filled with burning candles. Moreover, the room was decorated solemnly, like a grand cathedral, with exquisite murals on the walls. However

, this "chapel" had a strange feature: there was no image of the Christ Child, only an image of the Virgin Mary, and a nude one at that.

I was stunned, because I'd never seen a "chapel" with such an image of the Virgin Mary. If the faithful saw such an image, they would be furious, and of course, they would destroy it.

I examined the image closely, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked it.

Just as I was gazing at this strange image, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw the priest I most wanted to see.

Just as I was about to confess my troubling problem to the priest, he unexpectedly told me first, "Do you know that the statue of the Virgin Mary in front of you is naked? This is intentional, because humans are born naked, and for humanity, nakedness is their most original form."

Then, pointing to the ceiling, he said, "However, God intentionally gave us a sense of shame, so that none of us can be completely naked. Our bodies cannot be open and honest, and our hearts cannot be fully open either, which creates many hypocritical facades in humanity."

At that moment, I felt that what the priest said was very different from what other priests usually said, but his words truly revealed the truth of the matter and addressed my inner doubts.

Then he patted my shoulder again and said, "The reason you have such a strong urge to destroy your clothes is because of your primal human instincts. Similarly, if you look at a woman who appears as pure as a saint on the outside, but is actually very wicked on the inside, don't you feel an inexplicable urge?"

I didn't answer this question because I knew the priest had the ability of a prophet and already knew what I was thinking and what troubled me. Now he was just trying to help me resolve my inner conflict.

"Father, I think about a woman every moment now. Have I fallen in love with that woman?" This was the question that bothered me the most.

The priest simply said, "If you constantly think about someone and would sacrifice anything for her, including your own life, then you've fallen in love with her! If her image simply appears in your mind, and you wouldn't give up anything for her, then you only have lust for her!"

Thinking about the priest's words, I kept asking myself, "How much am I willing to give for Huijuan?"

If it were the Huijuan I knew before, perhaps I would have given her something. Now, I would absolutely not give anything to this false woman.

"You're thinking about a woman, and you have an impulse towards her; it's your awareness of your innate mission! At least you have this tendency because you're dissatisfied with the falsehood of reality, and in order to destroy these false things, you do it in your own way." The priest said something I didn't quite understand.

Ignoring my confusion, the priest continued, "Similarly, you now have a lust for a woman because you want to destroy her falsehood, forcing her to reveal her true nature."

What is Huijuan's true nature? I don't know. I only knew her false side, and I didn't know how to destroy that falsehood.

The priest then gripped my hands tightly and said, "Young man, you still have an important mission to fulfill!"

After he released his hands, I found a key in mine. The priest, as if leaving, said, "This is the key to enter here. Do your best, young man..." As his voice faded, I thought the priest had left.

This conversation made me understand many things, but it also raised many questions. Perhaps this was the last time I would see the priest. From now on, I would personally solve all these problems.

I looked at the key in my hand; I would definitely not disappoint the priest.

From that day on, whenever I had free time, I would go to that secret chapel to confess, to repent for not having completed my mission, and for not knowing what my mission was. On the day I first left the chapel, I learned that there was a very hidden little chapel not far from my school. Later, after inquiring, I learned that it also belonged to our school, but because it was on a hillside, no school facilities had been built there.

A week before my mock exam, while studying in the library, I was reading "On Benevolence and the Gentleman," and I realized I seemed to have a glimmer of hope regarding my mission.

I found a passage from the Analects in the library and came across the saying, "Food and sex are human nature."

This means that the pursuit of food and sex is the most basic human need, the things that human nature desires most.

Holding this book, I thought that to restore Huijuan's pure nature, the only way was to destroy her falsehood, and the most direct method was to make Huijuan pursue only sexual and food satisfaction. I thought, without food, a person will die; this is something I could make Huijuan pursue without me.

As for sex, did Huijuan have sex with the chairman because he could satisfy her? Or was there another reason? I didn't know. All I needed to do was let Huijuan know that from then on, no one but me could satisfy her.

I understood what the priest was trying to say, but I had no experience in that area and didn't know how to do it. I lacked confidence in successfully fulfilling my mission, but if I didn't do it, I would be failing the expectations God had placed in me.

Standing before the bookshelf, I pondered how to summon Huijuan to see me.

Just then, Huijuan's beautiful figure flashed before my eyes again, and I finally devised a way to make this imposter come to me.

The following evening, I waited for Huijuan at the church.

Why did I know she would come? Because I had sent her a letter informing her that I knew her secret with the student council president, and that if she didn't want me to reveal it, she should come alone to the small church behind the school after school.

I eagerly awaited Huijuan's arrival, imagining her in her cheongsam, filled with an unknown fear. The thought of her filled me with joy; it was her remorse for her sins, a step towards her return to purity

. Then, the church doors opened, and the expression on Huijuan's face when she saw me gave me even more confidence that I could restore her purity.

"How... could it be yours?" When she said this, it was obvious that she didn't expect me to be the one who knew the secret. In her eyes, I was probably just an ordinary student who would leave school after finishing Form 5.

With a sinister smile, I said, "Huijuan, don't you think it's strange that I'm here? That's right, I'm the one who knows your secret!"

Seeing my smile, Huijuan knew I had ill intentions, and feigned composure, saying, "What...what do you want?"

Huijuan seemed guilty, not asking what secret I knew, but to make her understand her wrongdoing, I repeated what I knew to her: "Huijuan, I never imagined that someone as innocent as you would have such an open mind, doing such indecent things with the president in the library in broad daylight. That's not the problem. The most serious issue is that you often present a false image to others. Now, I'm going to act on behalf of God and bring you back on the right track."

Huijuan looked at me blankly, then retorted, "You're crazy! I'm not going to talk to you!" She turned to leave, but when she reached the door, she found it locked.

This church had a special design: one could easily enter from the outside, but a key was required to exit.

Huijuan kept pulling on the doorknob, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge the doors.

Taking advantage of her struggle, I approached her step by step, like an executioner. When I was less than a meter away, she finally realized the danger. She tried desperately to open the door, but it was too late. I simply pulled and pushed her, and she fell to the ground.

As she fell, her black underwear was revealed. I only glanced at it, but it aroused my desire.

I pressed myself against her, gripping the bottom of the underwear with my right hand, and ripped it open easily. The underwear, a symbol of her hypocritical exterior, was easily torn.

"Ah…no…let me go…" Huijuan pounded her fists on my chest, but my strength was no match for the model student before me. Her struggles were futile, a waste of her energy.

I roughly ripped open her woolen vest, and once that obstacle was removed, my favorite blue cheongsam, a clean school uniform, was revealed before me.

I forcefully pulled down the collar of the cheongsam, and the buttons on the upper part came undone easily. Once the buttons were off, only a pure white bra covered her snow-white breasts.

Instead of removing it, my hands began to grope outside her panties, my fingers playing with the slits of her vulva. I only lightly touched the outside, and the center of the pure white panties quickly became soaked.

After tearing through the alluring black panties, my right hand moved freely, defiling the girl's vulva.

Although Huijuan's vulva had been penetrated many times, it was still quite tight, barely able to accommodate a single finger.

"It hurts! Let it out... Help!" How come the president's huge penis was able to make love to her vagina last time without any problems, but now I'm only using one finger and Huijuan is already in so much pain that she wants to cry.

As my fingers lingered inside her vagina, the amount of lubrication increased, making it easier to move my fingers and causing her to greedily suck on them.

"Ah...it hurts...take it out...let me go...help me..." Huijuan's movements became erratic, her hands frantically grabbing at my clothes, sometimes her sharp fingernails cutting my face.

Finally, unable to bear the pain on my face, I slapped Huijuan hard, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She covered her face, which had just been hurt, her eyes filled with pain and resentment.

"Ah...it itches...no..." Huijuan was still undeterred, continuing to resist sporadically against my clothes, though not as strongly as before.

After playing with her for a while, I pressed my body firmly against Huijuan, my left hand grabbing the center of her bra and unbuttoning it, revealing a pair of flawless, snow-white breasts, making my heart race.

I placed my free left hand on her breasts. Instead of treating her gently like a lover, I roughly rubbed them, causing Huijuan to show a pained expression.

I offered my mouth to those alluring breasts, initially only touching her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Once the cherry-red nipples hardened, I immediately switched to biting them, making intimate contact with her nipples.

"Ah...don't bite...it hurts..." Perhaps the pain in her chest intensified Huijuan's resistance.

After my rough treatment of her breasts, a flush of red appeared around her nipples. To me, this was merely a small punishment for her sins.

Seeing her pained expression, the way she was being humiliated by me, made me feel elated and intensified my desire to conquer her.

I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my long-erect penis. Although my penis wasn't as large as the chairman's, it was more than enough for any part of Huijuan's body.

When Huijuan saw me take out my penis, she knew what I wanted to do without even thinking. She avoided looking directly at it, perhaps like many criminals, afraid to make eye contact with instruments of torture.

Huijuan was now just a lamb waiting to be punished, and I felt her body trembling more and more violently.

My penis wasn't in a hurry to enter her vagina, but rather her cherry-like mouth, which I often saw.

"Huijuan, take it in," I said calmly, holding my penis to her lips.

Seeing that she didn't move, I became enraged and slapped her again, this time causing her to collapse to the ground, vomiting blood.

I pulled her long hair, lifted her chin, and plunged my sledgehammer of judgment deep into her throat.

"Mmm..." I ignored Huijuan, simply indulging my lust, fucking her mouth.

My hands held Huijuan's head, while my waist relentlessly moved through the gag. The hard shaft brushed against her sharp teeth without causing any pain; instead, it felt like a pleasure.

Looking at Huijuan's expression, I saw her just staring wide-eyed at my penis as it moved in and out of her mouth.

This aroused me even more, and I moved my penis even more frantically inside her mouth. Each time it brushed against her warm, fragrant lips, a wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

"Ugh...cough..." Huijuan finally couldn't hold her breath any longer and forcefully spat out my penis.

I looked at my glans; there was a little blood on it, clearly the fresh blood from the wound after the slap.

Instead of wiping away the blood, I grabbed her beautiful hair, held my hard, red penis, and rubbed it against her fair face, wiping the blood off the glans, leaving her face a mixture of my semen and the girl's blood.

Looking at Huijuan, it was clear she was resisting the liquid on her face. Of course, I reacted the same way, feeling uneasy. This was our mixture, so why was she resisting even her own part? Clearly, she didn't like her own nature at all, and felt a strong aversion to what she was born with.

As an executioner, I felt immense heartache. The person before me didn't repent for her crimes; instead, she further denied her former self. I shoved my gavel into her blood-stained mouth again.

Seeing her forcefully swallowing my penis again, her saliva, containing a little of her blood, was washing over it.

"Mmm..." Huijuan, perhaps afraid I would hit her again, could only silently use her mouth to stroke my penis. She stroked it more earnestly than before, more effectively stimulating my pleasure zones.

The pleasure gradually made me want to ejaculate, and the excitement made me grab her hair even harder. She immediately looked like she was in excruciating pain, but she still desperately stroked my penis, which was nearing its limit.

"Ah!" Under her superb oral sex skills, I quickly surrendered, ejaculating white nectar into her mouth.

After ejaculating, I pulled my penis out of Huijuan's alluring little mouth.

When I saw Huijuan trying to spit out the nectar I had given her, I stopped her: "Drink it!"

Huijuan reluctantly swallowed my thick nectar, and once again gave me a resentful look.

Unmoved, I slapped her hard again, and she cried again, even harder than before.

She covered her face and cried, "You beast, won't you let me go after you've vented?"

I simply said calmly, "Huijuan, my purpose isn't venting, but to restore you to your true nature...?"

I moved closer to her body again, and Huijuan retreated with her hands, her body trembling, saying, "What do you want this time?"

I showed a kind face and said, "What you did just now was foreplay; now the real teasing has just begun."

This time, I roughly tore the cheongsam open, turning it into pieces of rags, leaving Huijuan naked in front of me.

Huijuan, unusually, did not resist; perhaps she knew that no matter what she did, she couldn't disrupt the ceremony to come. For me, this was certainly a good thing, but I wouldn't soften my actions just because she yielded.

I continued to roughly rub her breasts, and bit down hard on the small red spots on her nipples, making them even redder than usual.

"No...be gentle...please..." Despite the beauty before me's desperate craving for my gentleness, it had no effect on me, the executioner.

As I caressed Huijuan's breasts, my fingernail inadvertently dug into her smooth flesh, causing her to immediately grit her teeth and endure the pain.

Even when I realized it, I didn't think to pull it out; seeing her pained expression filled me with immense excitement. Most sinners, after receiving severe punishment, repent and rarely repeat the same mistake.

My fingernail, chipped at one corner, became quite sharp, reminding me of another way to punish Huijuan. I used that serrated fingernail to scratch her clitoris a few times, and deep red blood began to flow from its center.

Looking at the blood flowing from her vagina, I felt an urge to lick it. My head slowly lowered, and I tasted the foul blood within her with my tongue.

"Pervert! What are you doing? Ah... no, stop it..." Hui Juan began to struggle violently with her legs, kicking me repeatedly with her ankles.

With great difficulty, I managed to grasp her ankles. Her current posture, as if she wanted me to fuck her, made my penis hard again.

Any man in this situation would be unable to resist inserting his penis into her "open" little hole. Ever since I last saw her vagina, I've been deeply attracted by its shape and scent. The

alluring aroma emanating from her vagina made me not hesitate to plunge my hard, massive penis fully into her not-so-wet vagina.

When my penis was fully inside, my first impression was that it was very dry and tight. For me, this level of vagina was quite satisfactory; if it were too wet, it would only give her pleasure, not achieve the purpose of punishing her.

Hui Juan's dry vagina, invaded by a foreign object, naturally felt intense pain, yet she patiently welcomed my relentless thrusting.

"Ah...uh...it hurts so much...the inner skin is almost torn off..." Huijuan wanted to resist, her body constantly twisting and turning, but with her legs held down, she couldn't do anything.

This time, our intercourse didn't produce the "slap slap" sound she had with the president; perhaps her vagina was too dry this time. However, after more than a hundred thrusts, I began to feel some fluid flowing from her lower body.

"Is it vaginal fluid...?" But the smell was somewhat bloody, very different from the smell I remembered.

However, this smell excited me quite a bit; my blood began to boil, making her movements even wilder. I noticed that my penis was starting to be stained with a blood-red liquid, and those drops fell to the ground, forming red roses on the floor.

The rougher my movements, the more brilliantly the blood roses bloomed, and Huijuan's moans grew louder, making me lose control of my emotions.

The strangest thing was that no matter how shrill Huijuan's screams were, her lower body muscles kept contracting. Was Huijuan beginning to revert to her true nature? My method of torture was indeed correct; Huijuan's body was beginning to realize its mistakes and was determined to reform.

My lower body increased the speed of my thrusts with sexual arousal, allowing me to quickly ejaculate my pure holy fluid onto Huijuan.

"Ah...why am I in so much pain, yet I'm aroused..." Huijuan's cries became increasingly lewd and weaker.

Her vagina never secreted a single drop of vaginal fluid, only the blood of a young girl, the blood that aroused others.

Finally, I couldn't control my desire to ejaculate and sprayed a large amount of white fluid into Huijuan's vagina.

"Ah..." Having received the baptism of purity, Huijuan sighed softly one last time before collapsing from exhaustion.

Of course, although Huijuan's body had returned to its natural state, her mind hadn't. It seemed I would definitely have sex with her at least ten times tonight, ejaculating my semen anywhere on her body, striving to restore her to her natural state both physically and mentally.

As a result, I had sex with her no less than ten times that night…

Afterwards, I only let her hide in the church, not letting her out. Perhaps I thought letting her out would only lead her back to the same path.

Besides, after that night, her lewd smile was already deeply imprinted in my mind; it would be hard to find such a pure smile anywhere else in the world.

However, Huijuan was eventually discovered. As far as I know, the morning after I left, someone found Huijuan lying in the woods near the church. She wasn't wearing any clothes, and there were clear signs of sexual assault, but no evidence could be found at the scene.

When Huijuan woke up, her first words were, "Come fuck me, my little hole needs a big cock!"

Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Li finally left this heartbreaking place with her daughter, going to a place no ordinary person would go. Hearing this news, I was naturally heartbroken, and the world had lost another person who needed me.

The strangest thing was the mysterious disappearance of that church. According to inside information from the school, the school had originally planned to build a small chapel there, but due to the strange occurrences, the plan was ultimately abandoned.

Later, despite not doing well on my exams, I was invited to study at a school. Of course, I accepted without hesitation, because that would be where I carried out my mission. But it was too tiring to do it alone. I would definitely go there to spread my "doctrine" and find a few like-minded people to be my companions.

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