While the breath of life lingers

For me, life is indeed unchanging.

I'm an ordinary person, currently studying at an ordinary municipal university. Even
within province B of country A, city C is merely a medium-sized city that doesn't attract much attention.
If you mention our city's name to someone from another province, aside from certain experts and industry professionals, almost
no one would know where it is.

If I had to say what's special about me, it would probably be that I made
a mistake : I forgot to fill in my answer sheet during the college entrance exam. Because of this "special trait," I've received a lot
of criticism and ridicule from those who know about it. Actually, I don't hold it against them that much. After all, with my actual
level, even if I had filled in the answer sheet, I might only have been able to use connections to get into a slightly better third-rate university in a provincial capital more than a hundred kilometers away
. But I still feel that I shouldn't belong here
, and when those who shouldn't be my classmates use this to ridicule me, I usually
feel extremely angry.

Anger alone is useless. I'm neither tall nor short, but I definitely look
like a skinny bamboo pole. From childhood to adulthood, I've been bullied a lot by the school bullies. I can't say I like
studying , nor do I wear glasses on my thin nose, but people always call me a bookworm, even using that
as a reason to attack me. Those people just need someone to humiliate. Yes, it's baseless.

Thinking about it this way, the provincial capital is indeed a good place, at least it's dazzling and colorful—much better than being stuck in this godforsaken place for
the rest !

The glass door in front of me blocked my way, and I felt a surge of irritation for no reason—I wanted to punch
this fragile, empty thing into pieces—no, of course I wouldn't do that. I just
gripped my wallet tightly with my right hand in my pocket.

I opened the glass door, walked to the front desk, and slammed my ID card on the table.

"Turn on a computer."

The internet cafe manager glanced at me and smiled, "Skipping class again today?"

"Classes are boring. There's an event going on these days, so I'll finish quickly and graduate sooner
. Who knows how long it'll take to grind for the best gear."

The manager didn't say much, swiped my card on a computer, and returned my ID.

I wandered around to a corner and found a computer I often used, skillfully pulling out a chair and setting up the keyboard. I
like to hold the keyboard vertically when I play games.

Before I knew it, it was four in the morning. After

leaving the internet cafe, I bought a pack of cigarettes at one of the few small shops that were still open at this hour, then turned
and walked towards my rented apartment in the dark. Although my home is in the city, my mom still insists on making me live outside,
saying it's to cultivate some kind of independence. But this crappy school doesn't even build dormitories for students; we have to
rent out our own housing. It's even worse than the nursing school next door. I really can't understand what's so great about going to this crappy school.

A shooting star streaked across the sky. I stared up at it for a while until it disappeared.

Shooting star, oh shooting star, if I could, I wish I could break free from this suffocating life.

I want to control other people's destinies, not let others control me.

As I groped my way downstairs, I vaguely saw a figure lying on the lawn.

"Someone drunk?" I went closer to take a look; it looked like a woman.

I've never done anything like picking up a drunk woman before. It's not that I'm afraid of the dirt or anything; I've never
been with , not even held her hand—if you don't count my mother and sister—using a condom is fine,
and if I get a disease, I'll accept it. But I feel that someone who's drunk and passed out outside late at night is probably not
a . Even if they're not a local thug, they're probably someone who'll take any opportunity to steal your
money—or maybe they're really ugly—and might even be someone I know or someone who knows me.

In short, they have the desire but not the guts, and a coward like me can't handle it. Perhaps this pathetic
self-awareness is one of my strengths.

I stood there for a while, then turned and went upstairs. This lady, you'd better pray for yourself.

When I woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. I ordered takeout, and soon I got a call
telling me to come downstairs to pick it up. To my surprise, the woman was still lying there.

"I said—" I pointed to the lawn, "Why is that woman still lying there?"

"Huh? What?" The delivery guy turned around, confused. "What woman?"

"There?" I pointed again.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know what you're talking about. Please take your takeout; I have other deliveries to make.
Sorry!" Although the delivery guy's tone was still respectful, his eyes clearly held a look
of disdain, and before I could reply, he rode off on his electric scooter.

I was a little annoyed. That person—such a big guy, lying there, how could he lie so blatantly?

I had no choice but to walk over.

Getting closer wasn't so bad, but it gave me a real shock. The girl lying on the lawn was wearing a
one-piece silver-black outfit, somewhat like the camouflage of a martial arts novel. But that wasn't
the point. The point was that this girl was absolutely stunning: slightly arched eyebrows, long, serene eyelashes,
a delicate , high nose, thin, rosy lips, a round face, and hair flowing gently in the breeze
—an Eastern, classical softness flowed naturally from her face; but that wasn't all. Her slightly
raised well-defined cheekbones, combined with her slightly downturned nose, gave her a Western, striking beauty.
Beyond this face, a fusion of Eastern and Western beauty, her exquisite figure was also absolutely undeniable. She
wasn't particularly tall, but her perfect head-to-body ratio made her appear slender and elongated; her breasts were
n't large, but their just-right fullness was enough to perfect her overall figure. The only
flaw was her skin—too pale. If it weren't for her lips not being completely bloodless,
I would have thought she was dead.

I had never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. Perhaps I'd seen some on television or online
, but witnessing her in person had a power that watching through a screen could never replicate.

But judging from her complexion, I still felt her condition might not be good. I hesitated, wondering if I should
call an ambulance. But to be honest,
it was extremely unusual for such a beautiful woman to lie there quietly for an entire day. Considering the delivery guy's bewildered answer earlier, I
sensed that something truly extraordinary was happening…

I tried patting her shoulder, but there was no response. I had no choice but to bend down and pick her up; she
was lighter than I expected. She had a pleasant, unusual fragrance. I guessed she might have been wearing some kind of perfume.

It didn't take much effort to carry her back to my apartment. Opening the security door, I
saw one of my roommates with his feet propped up on the table, playing on his phone. My roommate looked up and saw me, startled. "Hey! What are you
doing ?!"

I was taken aback by her voice, almost dropping my arms, but I managed to stay calm and said, "N-nothing
."

"If you're not doing anything, why are you in that position?"

Hearing her say that, I calmed down a bit and asked, "What, can't you see me?"

"What, can't you see me?" She looked at me suspiciously, but quickly lost interest and continued
playing on her phone, casually muttering, "Crazy."

It seemed she really could only see me. I was delighted by this discovery and didn't
care too much about being inexplicably insulted.

This roommate, who always had a cocky attitude, was named Wen Ting, at least that's how she always perceived me. She was fairly
pretty, but her personality was completely different from her appearance. She, like me, disliked going to class, but every
night she would go out with a few friends and party until the morning, day after day. Sometimes,
if she unusually doesn't go out, it's most likely because she's broken up with a new or old boyfriend.

The breakup itself isn't the problem; what's worse is that she'll endlessly make phone calls, argue, badmouth,
cry . And the worst part is, she usually does this crazy thing during the day,
which is a fatal blow to my nocturnal habits.

But what can I do? That crazy woman! Not just me, but all her boyfriends
have her completely under her thumb. She's probably a born bitch!

I entered the room in what might seem strange to others and placed the
unidentified on the bed. Then I got up to pour a glass of water.

But what to do next?

Staring at the stunningly beautiful girl on the bed, I anxiously pulled out the pack of cigarettes I bought that morning. I took
one , hesitated for a moment, and then put it back. But without a cigarette, my hands felt empty and I felt
lost .

Did I have lustful thoughts? Yes. I believe no normal man would resist such a beautiful girl who was
defenseless and utterly beautiful. But I was also a little scared. No, I was terribly
scared. What was happening to this mysterious girl was completely beyond my comprehension. Who was she
? Why couldn't anyone else see her? If I slept with her, I might
face more than just a bunch of trouble, expulsion, and legal repercussions after she woke up;
I might even face some terrible consequences that I could never imagine right now. She might not even be human.

Maybe she was a ghost? A ghost with whom I had an unfinished business from a past life? Hahaha, don't think like that,
this isn't fiction—but it's not impossible, is it? Could
such a ? A miracle? No, no, no, that's not right. I mean, if she really is some kind of supernatural
power … or if I really am destined, chosen by fate—maybe my
actions are not bound by the rules of this world at all… that's quite possible! Is this
a gift ? Should I have it? Can I be sure?

My life… it's already a mess, maybe not quite that bad, but I don't care.

Do I care? I mean—can I afford this kind of price? Maybe I can. Yes
, I think—someone like me will probably never have this opportunity again… I've never had a girlfriend,
and even if I do in the future, it won't be like this—yes, I should, I should, and those costs
may never come. It's a risky choice, this will be a risky choice,
I can handle whatever comes next, I—with trembling hands, slowly unbuttoned her clothes. Along the side
zipper , I easily unbuttoned the top of the bodysuit completely. I suppressed my drooling, first pulling one of her delicate, white
arms out of her clothes, then freeing her two gently swaying breasts, their pale pink nipples
and slightly darker areolas dotting them. These things, so commonplace in AVs, instantly
ignited my desire. My lower body hardened with swelling; I could feel the scorching,
white-hot steel inside my underwear, knowing it yearned for its first-ever act of slaughter and ravaging; I could hear the
thunderous panting in my chest.

But I knew the real climax was yet to come. Suppressing the roaring desire within me, I quickly
removed her other arm from her clothes as well. Then, I took a deep breath, swiftly grasping the now-useless
bodysuit's upper body in my palms, and with both hands together, dismantling this last defense along her long, slender thighs.

I succeeded; this was a victory I was destined to win. Her smooth, sparsely haired vulva was laid bare before me
. The crimson color indicated that it was still undeveloped, perhaps still an untouched virgin territory.

She still hadn't woken up.

I mustered my courage and reached out to touch that pink little hole. Hmm... very smooth, very soft,
a little cool, and most importantly, it was a woman's genitals! This thought, which had just popped into my head,
completely ignited the desire I had barely managed to suppress; my penis was already throbbing painfully. I
didn't dare delay and immediately pulled out my little brother. As soon as it emerged, it roared and stood erect.

The girl on the bed was still motionless, and I became even bolder, inserting a finger inside. The little hole
was very warm, but still a little dry. Based on the knowledge I had learned from various pornographic films and erotic novels, I estimated that it was still...
I had to let my little brother wait a bit longer, until I was fully lubricated before I could begin my unrestrained rampage
. I kept one finger inside her vagina while my other hand gently rubbed
her clitoris. Although I could feel my own clumsiness, her vagina gradually became wet under my repeated attacks
. For a first-time conquest, achieving this level was
acceptable, right?

Feeling somewhat smug, I looked up at the girl's beautiful face, but I sensed a strong sense of unease.

I paused for a moment before finally finding the source of this unease. The girl's face showed not
a trace pleasure, not even the slightest blush. Even
someone like me, with absolutely no knowledge of the human body or biology, clearly noticed the abnormality hidden within that unchanging whiteness.

"Damn it, could this girl really be sick?" I reached to the side of her neck, but couldn't feel
a pulse. I placed my hand on her chest; no heartbeat.

"Holy crap, is this exciting?" This girl probably isn't even alive... But
how could a dead person have vaginal fluid or warmth?

Don't dwell on things you can't understand. It's actually easier to avoid a lot of trouble if this unusual girl is truly dead
. Anyway, I've already gone this far; the die is cast!

Without further ado, I spread her legs into an M-shape, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and then, with my erect penis,
thrust it in while standing. The entrance to her vagina was quite tight, but I planned to use brute force to overcome
all obstacles.

I sprinted all the way in!

I felt my penis penetrate the entire passage, seemingly breaking through something.

I was somewhat surprised and quickly pulled my penis out; there wasn't any blood on it.
However , if it were a corpse, even a virgin, she probably wouldn't be bleeding anymore, right?

Despite these thoughts, I still felt a pang of regret as I inserted my penis into her vagina again. After all,
taking a virgin's virginity is probably not something every man can do in modern society.
If I could, I would still want to have a complete experience like this!

Lost in these somewhat inappropriate thoughts, I thrust repeatedly into her body.

The sounds of my penis plunging into her vagina, the splashing of flesh, the spray of her juices, and the warmth of her lower body
almost melted me. My hands and mouth weren't idle either. I sucked on one breast while
my hands roamed over her white arms, soft breasts, and long thighs, trying to capture
all the beauty of her body.

But I was still just a novice, and even with my fearless spirit, I couldn't possibly
succeed . Soon, a tingling sensation climbed up my spine with each wild thrust. The lewd atmosphere
urged me on, and the pleasure was nearing its final peak. Finally, I thrust all the way in,
ejaculating for the first time in my life inside a real woman's body.

The instant after ejaculation, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. But I believed I was still
strong and capable of another round; I just needed to rest for a little while…

"Sensor received material signal, initiating feature analysis. Feature analysis complete, access granted."

A clear, unfamiliar female voice rang out, but I couldn't understand its meaning at all.
Before I could fully grasp the situation, I felt the previously unresponsive female body beneath me stir.

I looked up in surprise and found that the girl had opened her eyes!

My body instinctively jerked backward, resulting in my head slamming hard against the wall. The instant pain
forced me to clutch my head and crouch down. But I couldn't deal with the pain in my body. I could only stare wide-eyed at
the girl who suddenly sat up, stammering, "I-I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't mean that, I
just ... I just..."

The girl jumped off the bed, moved her body from side to side, and looked down at her limbs,
seemingly checking her physical condition. But she seemed completely oblivious to
the semen that was still slowly flowing from her vagina.

After seemingly checking herself, the girl suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of me, who was still sitting on the floor, bewildered,
and lowered her head.

"Master."

"—" To be honest, I had no idea what was happening, and I had no idea how to respond.

The girl didn't seem anxious or shy at all, remaining in that naked, kneeling position, seemingly
waiting quietly for me to understand the situation.

After a long pause, or perhaps only five seconds, I tentatively asked, "What did you call me just now?"

"Master. If you don't like this title, you can choose a new one."

"No, no, no, I'm very happy with this title, please don't change it. Um… I mean… uh
… for example… what's your name?"

"Ling'er." "

Lin'er? Ling'er? Never mind, I can't distinguish between nasal sounds, I'll just call you Ling'er."

"Yes, Master. Ling'er will be called that from now on."

I finally found at least one thing that my reason could be certain of from the current situation:
I probably wouldn't become a rapist.

"Um...who are you? Why have I become your master?"

"Well, Master. To put it in more understandable terms, Ling'er is a space manager,
or you could call her a key. Ling'er was created to provide guidance, communication, and support for your use of this space . The reason you can be Ling'er's master is because Ling'er just performed a matching analysis on the genetic material information contained in
your semen . As long as this genetic material information matches the preset matching characteristics, you can obtain full access. It's important to note that this matching characteristic analysis is merely a double guarantee, and the content of the matching characteristic analysis is not genetic but only physicochemical, so even your immediate family members cannot perfectly match these characteristics..." 　　"Wait, wait a minute, I don't understand any of this... So, what does it mean that I can become your..."

"So, being a master is purely accidental?"

"No, it's inevitable." "

...Tell me, is there any possibility that someone else could command you?"

"Before becoming a master's servant, this possibility existed, but it

was considered almost impossible in probability and statistics; but now, Ling'er will only obey the master's

orders for the rest of her life."

"Although I don't quite understand what you're saying, I think I can understand that you are now my
property right? And I will be your only master."

"As long as you are still alive, then what the master said is not wrong."

I scratched my head awkwardly; emphasizing being alive always felt a bit uncomfortable...

"Okay, okay, I understand. Then tell me what your so-called space is for?"

"Collecting female corpses for people's entertainment."

"Wait, what the hell is that?" I wondered if I had misheard.

"Collecting female corpses for people's entertainment," Ling'er repeated.

"Won't the female corpses...stink?"

"Any corpse stored in the female corpse space will be permanently preserved in
a state . Not only will they not decompose, but they will also maintain a suitable body temperature. However, although you have obtained
the authority to manage the space, various functions need to be unlocked gradually by collecting corpses, including
the function Ling'er just mentioned."

"Uh...but where am I supposed to get female corpses? Funeral homes? Morgues?"

"They must have died at the master's hands. Or, more broadly, they must have been killed by the master."

"Damn it, killing one person would land me in jail, what's the point of collecting them!"

"Please rest assured, master, for any woman who dies at your hands, Ling'er will automatically erase
all traces of her in this world, so naturally no one can hold you accountable. Furthermore, this function doesn't require
unlocking ."

"There's such a thing?!" Hearing this, a sudden surge of desire welled up within me.

Actually, although I always act like a spineless coward in my daily life, I know deep
down that I have a destructive urge completely different from that of ordinary people. Perhaps this is
a consequence of being bullied for a long time—but with my limited knowledge, I certainly can't explain it clearly. I don't want to think about
things , and I don't really want to focus on the source of my destructive and annihilating urges. I just want
to live according to my deepest desires.

But I also know that these abnormal, crazy desires of mine can never be realized in reality,
because that would quickly and completely destroy me. At most, all I can do is, on some quiet
night, turn on a PKF porn and indulge my dark desires. But
I also deeply understand that those porns are just performances, and such
hypocrisy can never convince my inner desires.

But now, an opportunity has come. A real opportunity to fulfill my deepest desire has arrived
. Perhaps this is why I was chosen by the "Corpse Space." I was never an ordinary person, and I
do should live like an ordinary person.

Yes, that's right. I will be free from legal punishment, free from moral condemnation—I can
become a god! An incomplete god, but still a god, a god of desire! I have the opportunity to fulfill
everything I desire!

At this moment, I can no longer doubt that what is happening before my eyes is a complete blessing, a reward from some
unseen force . Although I am quite certain that the being that bestows this blessing upon me
is also an absolute demon—but perhaps I am a demon after all?

Thinking of this, I rubbed my hands together excitedly. But then another question popped into my head: "I
noticed you didn't have a heartbeat earlier. Could it be that you were originally a corpse?"

Ling'er shook her head: "Strictly speaking, Ling'er is a creation belonging to the Female Corpse Space, not
transformed from a living person who died. However, if we only observe from the perspective of existence, Ling'er is
very similar to the corpses stored in the Female Corpse Space."

"Oh." I nodded, seemingly understanding. "So, in the future, will
the corpses gradually become like you?"

"There are some similarities in characteristics. Those dead corpses may maintain a suitable body temperature and secrete
vaginal fluid, saliva, breast milk, or even urine. However, these functions need to be unlocked gradually."

"So? What functions do you have now? What will the next function be? When will it be unlocked?"

"Master, Ling'er now possesses the abilities to collect corpses, erase information, and conceal her existence. It's important to note
that these abilities are all fixed, essentially passive skills. Each time you collect
a new corpse, two basic functions will be unlocked: maintaining body temperature and secreting vaginal fluid and
saliva. After that, the total number of female corpses required to unlock the next function is 2, 3, 5, 8,
13, 21… and so on."

"Oh, oh, I understand."

"Furthermore, Ling'er will obey all your commands. Does Master have any further questions?"

"No, no! Ling'er, stop kneeling and stand up!" I excitedly
rubbed my hands together and paced back and forth in the room.

Ling'er obediently stood up, still naked and exhilaratingly beautiful, bowing her head and awaiting my next
command.

A kind of delusion began to swirl in my mind—fantasies about death, killing, and sex
—no, calling them "plans" seems more appropriate now. The setting sun shone through the glass window , leaving a deep crimson stain
on my still exposed, erect, and proudly erect penis, which was swollen and throbbing with extreme excitement .

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