A high-fidelity replica of Sydney Moonlight—Farewell to author White-collar Xiaoxiaosheng

Sydney Moonlight (High-Quality Imitation) -

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【Darling, why don't you come in with me?】 Xiaoqian hugged Aman's neck: 【This is the first time I've ridden in this kind of car to take you to work!】

【Shouldn't I be the one taking you to the slaughterhouse?】

【It's all the same!】

【Okay, I need to go to the X Club to get some meat. They had an event last night where they strangled a lot of women but haven't had time to process them yet.】 Aman patiently explained. In fact, Xiaoqian was a good wife. Apart from occasionally throwing a tantrum, she was usually very easy to talk to.

【You always find enough reasons. By the time you come back, I'll have been beheaded. I planned to be executed in front of you. Before that, you can have that one more time. You have that privilege. I don't want other men to do this!】

【At least you can ride in my car one more time.】 Aman smiled as usual. After receiving the slaughter notice yesterday, Xiaoqian became clingy and would throw a tantrum at the drop of a hat. Last night, the two of them made love passionately until she was exhausted before going to sleep.

【Should I put it in the refrigerator in the back?】 "This joke isn't funny at all!" Xiaoqian angrily pushed open the car door. "I hope you'll still recognize me then!"

"Remember what I told you, a butcher named Akang is very skilled with his knife!"

"Got it!" Xiaoqian slammed the car door shut and stormed into the slaughterhouse without looking back. Honey, by the time I get back, you probably won't even have your turn yet! Aman's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

Completely to his surprise, a long queue had formed on the road from the company to the X Club. Despite his frantic honking, driving incredibly fast when the road was empty, and even the women at the X Club haphazardly piled in the safe—he usually kept them neatly arranged—it had been a full four hours since he arrived back. Four hours was enough to process hundreds of women, but Aman still wanted to try his luck.

"Aman, not bad this morning, right?" Akang teased as soon as he reached the break room.

"Dozens of women, the preservation work was good; they looked quite fresh when I went in." " By the way, what were they doing yesterday?" "

15th anniversary celebration. Last night I personally strangled one, a really exciting woman. I guess I'll still see her on the processing table later.

" "And you? How was this morning?" Aman asked casually.

"I processed over three hundred this morning. I chopped off dozens of women's heads by myself." He leaned closer and whispered, "There was even a really hot woman who specifically asked me to be her!"

"And what about her now?"

"Snip, of course!" Akang said with a grin, "I never let pretty women go!"

It seemed it was over. Hope dashed, leaving Aman somewhat disheartened. He knew
what Akang's "never let go" meant. He had just started working at this slaughterhouse, and Akang didn't know Xiaoqian. She must have been very sad without him there. What unsettled him even more was that Xiaoqian might already be meat chopped and vacuum-packed.

Aman suddenly remembered Xiaoqian's angry words before she left: "I hope you'll still recognize me then?" "

What happened to the rest of these women?" Aman asked tentatively.

The slaughterhouse is mostly manual, with semi-automatic equipment used only for sorting. They can process a maximum of four to five hundred women a day. The three hundred or so they processed this morning were already their limit; there's probably still some finishing touches to be done. Although several large-scale slaughterhouses have recently been built with fully automated assembly lines, most women still can't stand the monotony of conveyor belts and prefer to be processed in these experienced manual slaughterhouses. Of course, there are other reasons as well: machines won't spare you just because you're pretty, and a vibrator is nowhere near as comfortable as a man's penis.

Except for a few with exceptionally good figures who pre-order to be grilled whole, the women here, whether beheaded, hanged, electrocuted, or otherwise, will ultimately have their heads chopped off. Those with beautiful faces are sent to a plastination center to be made into works of art or simply alternative vibrators; those with less attractive faces are put into a blender to be made into pet food. The internal organs, unless there are special requirements, are mostly made into animal feed. Those grade A and above undergo multiple processing steps, are labeled as slaughterhouse products, and are sold whole. The rest are broken down into meat chops and sent to supermarkets and restaurants. Although Aman had great confidence in Xiaoqian, he couldn't rule out the

possibility that the staff had misjudged her or that Xiaoqian was deliberately cutting herself into pieces out of spite. If they weren't finished processing by the morning, they might be able to find Xiaoqian's head if they were lucky. As for her body, if it was made into meat chops, then there was no chance at all; this slaughterhouse never had the habit of putting names on meat chops.

"Only internal organs left!" A-Kang's words poured cold water on A-Man's hopes.

"I deliberately put that woman's head from this morning into a box at the plasticizing center. I estimate she'll be available on the market in a few days," A-Kang said smugly. He then seemed to suddenly remember something: "There are still over twenty Grade A goods in the cold storage. They need to be delivered to customers. You'll have to make a trip there this afternoon."

A-Man's heart ignited with hope: "Is that woman from this morning in there?" "

Yes, she's of excellent quality! I put her in there myself, but when I went to look for her again, I couldn't recognize her anymore. They all look the same." In that case, they should be able to find Xiao-Qian's body this afternoon, A-Man breathed a sigh of relief.

The door to the cold storage creaked open, and A-Man couldn't help but shiver from the cold air. Five rows of headless women's bodies were laid out in the cold storage. After being disemboweled and bled, their bodies appeared even more translucent and white. Two women with good figures and looks were pierced through the skin, their hands and feet firmly tied to the piercing rods with ropes, and placed vertically in the center of the cold storage. In Aman's opinion, they were not as pretty as Xiaoqian—but what could he do when Xiaoqian liked beheadings?

Aji, who was in charge of disemboweling them, was just as skilled as a machine. The uniformly processed Grade A goods had a neat incision of about twenty centimeters from below the breasts to above the pubic bone. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their knees were also tied together with ropes. Their genitals had been specially treated to remove pubic hair and pigment deposits from their genitals, making them as smooth as newborn babies. The bright red slit on their mons pubis was clearly outlined by the craftsmen, and the bright red clitoris was slightly swollen under the effect of expansion hormone.

A special metal claw was driven into their severed necks with a ramrod, and the swollen end firmly gripped their necks from the inside without affecting their appearance. It looked like an alloy ring was attached to it. They were hung in groups of five on a two-meter-high metal meat rack. Aman had once marveled at their neatness and beauty, but today was different, because Xiaoqian was among them.

The breasts of the A-grade women had been injected with a harmless enlargement agent before their execution. Combined with the fact that women of A-grade flesh already had good figures, after the pigment was removed, their nipples were uniformly pink, full and round, even more beautiful than in life. Seven or eight of them had figures similar to Xiaoqian's, and even Aman, who considered himself the man who knew Xiaoqian's body best, couldn't tell which one was her.

Looking at the rows of A-grade women with the meat processing plant's logo on their buttocks, Aman despaired: "Xiaoqian, is this some kind of joke you're playing on me?!" This one looks very similar, this one… Sweat beaded on Aman's forehead in the cold storage room. He finally picked out four almost identical corpses. If Xiaoqian were alive, she would surely be hiding inside, secretly laughing.
"Alright, Xiaoqian." Aman hung the four headless female corpses on the last meat rack: "I knew you were among the four. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I've disappointed you!" "But you look pretty good now, don't you?" Aman rambled on to himself: "You always complained that I filled your belly too much, afraid it would grow extra flesh, but now it's empty. It's a pity I didn't see the chef cut open your snow-white belly, I think that's one of the reasons you're angry. You always envied the clean and tidy women in the shop window, jealous of their alluring knife cuts, and now you have all of that. Your vulva looks so tempting, it would be perfect for a filet mignon."

"Baby, I know you wished I was the one to give you sexual comfort before you were dealt with, you even imagined your headless body making love with me! But things just didn't go as planned today. Actually, Akang did a good job too, he's a very experienced executioner, you should know better than me, he'll use some shameless methods to make you reach orgasm at the moment of decapitation, isn't that what you wanted! Although I didn't see it, I can imagine your body gushing love juice and struggling on the ground, I think you must have seen it too, there must have been women who were so jealous." "

As a man, the way you look makes me jealous. Everyone will see it, but this is your dream. I don't know your fate—in a shop window, on a grill, or bought by some lucky guy—but these are all places you've fantasized about, and that's enough. Even luckier, you've gone from one to four."

"Baby, you're going to ride in my car again, but this time in the back." Aman smiled, recalling the not-so-clumsy joke from this morning.

The order was placed by a franchise of Hill Meat Industry and a themed barbecue restaurant
. Aman had worked as a deliveryman for many slaughterhouses and knew quite a few people there.

"Aman, it's so good to see you!" Aman heard Qingqing's excited shout as soon as he got out of the car. She was an incredible woman—she had worked at Hill Meat Industry for half a year and hadn't been slaughtered.

"You've never welcomed me like this before!" Aman said with a smile.

"If you were five minutes late, I would have slaughtered you because there weren't enough steaks!"

"You're always so lucky. I brought a lot of steaks, and some Grade A cuts." Aman smiled and said, "Xiaoqian is in there too."

"That's incredible! Why didn't she tell me this good news!" "

I received an urgent notice yesterday." Aman opened the sealed box: "50 filet mignon steaks, 150 pairs of breasts, 600 kilograms of premium rump meat, and 12 Grade A cuts."

"I've always wanted to put Xiaoqian in the display case, and it's perfect that they're empty now." There are two transparent glass display cases on either side of the butcher shop's entrance. To attract customers, these are usually filled with premium Grade A cuts. This has always been Xiaoqian's dream, but now the piercing rods inside are empty.

"Maybe they're there, maybe they aren't. I only found four that look somewhat similar."

"You're such a terrible husband, but these Grade A cuts from the slaughterhouse do look very similar. We'll take these two; let's put them in the display case now." Qingqing picked out two from the four similar Grade A cuts, and several shop assistants inserted them into the piercing rods. The whole process took only about two minutes. "

They look fantastic!" Qingqing directed the shop assistants to move the remaining meat in: "Xiaoqian always thought Grade A cuts looked sexy with their bottoms stretched full of piercing rods, and I think one of them must be her!"
Her fair skin reflected a crystalline glow, her full, erect breasts trembled slightly, her waist was slender, her thighs long and strong, and the long incision on her abdomen, far from ruining her beauty, added to her allure. A few glistening liquids hung appropriately around her stretched genitals, making it look as if she had just ejaculated. And the neatly severed neck evoked many thoughts—what a beautiful woman she must have been in life!
The restaurant manager, Xuehui, was a meticulous woman; her time was often precise to the second. Aman didn't linger long at the butcher shop. Most of the time, the restaurant displayed the Grade A butchers delivered from the slaughterhouse in a self-service area, pierced and then stood upright on the ground for customers to choose from. Xuehui had set strict standards for them.

For example, the piercing rod had to protrude 15 centimeters from the severed neck, and the legs had to be fixed at a 40-degree angle. Admittedly, this neat and aesthetically pleasing display was very eye-catching. After all, these exquisite Grade A butchers were all beautiful women in life, only their heads were now elsewhere. Even Xiaoqian had fantasized about becoming one of them when she came here—her wish might have already come true.

Of course, this was also a time-consuming process. By the time the remaining 12 Grade A butchers were all arranged, 40 minutes had passed. The two women the restaurant had reserved were already half-cooked, and even the Grade A butcher that Aman thought most resembled Xiaoqian was tumbling on the charcoal.

Goodbye, Xiaoqian. Aman started the car, and through the restaurant's glass, the headless bodies of the women gradually turned a mesmerizing golden yellow.

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