The Funeral of Beauty

(8) There are two things in life you should never miss:

the last bus 　　and someone who truly loves you. 　　-- French

proverb 　　The setting sun cast its last rays upon the surrounding clouds, making them fiery red, like fresh blood. The endless fields of purple lavender around Avignon appeared exceptionally vibrant. We, newlyweds, sat in the grass of the hilltop garden behind the Palais des Papes, gazing up at the quietly flowing Rh?ne River and the Pont d'Avignon below. 　　"Only in such a captivating setting could a painter like Van Gogh have emerged," Ling Shuang exclaimed. "Indeed, even immortals would be intoxicated in such a romantic place, especially with a beauty like you by my side. How could I not have thoughts?" My hands began to wander, reaching for her ample breasts. " 　　You're so annoying," Ling Shuang playfully pushed my hands away, then suddenly asked me seriously, "Tell me, do you love me?" "Of course, I love my wife the most." I didn't back down, continuing to cling to her shamelessly. "Then tell me, when are you going to slaughter me and eat me?" In an instant, I seemed to see Ling Shuang's fair and alluring body lying on a large dinner plate, with the well-dressed guests at the table cutting open her voluptuous body with knives. My lower body involuntarily hardened. 　　"See, you get excited as soon as I mention eating me," Ling Shuang said with a half-smile, then sighed. "Husband, promise me, if one day you can't resist eating me, please bring me back here. I want to end my life here, okay?" "Also, I already know about what happened between you and Ling Xue." Ling Shuang looked at me with a wicked grin as I sat on the swaying bus. Bored, I picked up a magazine from the bus, and one article caught my eye. The article was titled "Filial Daughter." 　　"On the loess plateau of northern Shaanxi, a unique and beautiful custom has been passed down for thousands of years—the filial daughter. It originated from the traditional custom of funerary sacrifice in the Central Plains, but there are differences. When the father of a family dies, the family members will select one or more of his daughters, and they must be daughters who have not had sexual relations with their father, to be slaughtered as 'filial daughters' to appease the father's spirit." 　　During the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty, Xia Yan, a Grand Secretary, Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince, and a first-rank duke, passed away. Xia Yan was incredibly powerful and wealthy, having enjoyed the company of countless women. However, he was particularly fond of his youngest daughter, Xia Ziqing, and specifically left a will forbidding her from becoming a filial daughter. After the will was made public, Xia Ziqing, deeply devoted to her father, desperately wanted to offer herself as a sacrifice. She spent a sleepless night contemplating this in her room. The next day, she publicly announced that she would be transformed from a human being into the lowest form of slavery, to show that she was no longer the daughter of the prime minister. Xia Ziqing stripped naked in front of her house and sought out sixty-four men on the street to have sex with. Most of these men were not educated or respectable, but rather commoners and laborers; reportedly, there were also a dozen or so filthy beggars. According to eyewitnesses, these beggars reeked of a foul odor, which was disgusting, but Xia Ziqing seemed unfazed. Her efforts eventually moved everyone, and her wish was fulfilled; her head was cut off and placed on the altar to mourn her father. 　　Part of Xia Ziqing's righteous act was preserved in later rituals. On that day, all the men in the village would come to the deceased's home to have intercourse with the "filial daughter," recreating the story of Xia Ziqing and the sixty-four men. However, with the accelerated pace of modern life and urbanization, very few people still hold the "filial daughter" ceremony. Even if they do, they usually substitute purchased female livestock for the deceased's daughter, and the ceremony has been greatly simplified. 　　Therefore, it is foreseeable that this ritual will eventually disappear in the foreseeable future. This article made my blood boil! Doesn't this description fit the current situation perfectly? Will Ling Shuang be required to act as a filial daughter at the funeral? After thinking about it, I laughed to myself. Didn't the article also say that this custom has basically disappeared now? 　　(IX) 　　"Hurry up and decide! There are only two tickets left. Buy them if you want them, or get out!" The ticket seller on the other side of the small window shouted impatiently, as if we owed her millions. 　　There are only two buses a day from the county town to Ling Shuang's village, and only the last two seats were left. So Ling Xue told Ling Shuang and me to go back first, and she would take the bus tomorrow morning to pick up some things from her friend. 　　While in the county town, Ling Shuang received a phone call and returned with a very serious expression. I thought she was probably too sad, so I didn't ask any more questions. 　　When we arrived at her house, there were already quite a few people there. The neighbors had all gathered in the yard. In the middle of the yard, there was a large character "奠" (meaning "memorial"), and her father-in-law was placed in a glass coffin behind it, surrounded by white wreaths. The whole scene was solemn and dignified. As soon as we entered 　　the yard, Ling Shuang threw herself onto the coffin, knelt down, and cried loudly. I couldn't help but be moved by her. Indeed, just as my third uncle had said, her father-in-law loved Ling Shuang very much, and the two had a good relationship. 　　Even after Ling Shuang and Ling Xue came of age, their father-in-law didn't deflower them. To be honest, I always suspected it was because the old man genuinely liked the two sisters, or because he was impotent. 　　After a while, some of the women came over and persuaded Ling Shuang to leave, helping her into a nearby room, which I naturally followed. As soon as I looked up, I saw "Meatball" and my third uncle there. 　　Over the past two or three years, I had contacted "Meatball's" family many times, hoping to get closer to them and secure their sponsorship for my art gallery project. But each time, their words were sarcastic and barbed, leaving me disappointed. The last time, they even left me waiting in the gatehouse for over two hours. 　　But unexpectedly, "Meatball" was unusually enthusiastic today. She greeted us warmly, her eyes crinkling into slits with laughter, her face all scrunched up. 　　"Shuang'er, brother-in-law, oh dear, the old man..." "Meatball" lamented, her voice sounding mournful, but it felt very fake to me. But Ling Shuang, provoked by her, started sobbing again. "Shuang, tell me honestly, do you think Daddy is good to you?" "Meatball" sighed for a while, then suddenly looked very serious and said to me and Ling Shuang. 　　"Everyone knows, Dad was really good to me and Lingxue, always protecting us," Ling Shuang replied sadly. "Second sister, Dad just passed away, can we put aside past grievances? This isn't about who Dad liked, it's about who can contribute more to make his funeral a success." Gradually, I sensed an awkward atmosphere, anticipating a fight between the sisters. "Alright, since we're on this topic, are you willing to do everything you can for Dad's funeral?" "Of course! I'm definitely willing. My dad was good to me, I'm willing to do anything." "Good, I hope you'll keep your word. The past few years have been very difficult for Dad, so I hope his funeral can be grand. As you know, it's really good. Your third uncle and I have discussed it and decided to use the traditional 'filial daughter' ceremony. Since you just said you're willing to give everything, you absolutely must agree." "Meatball's" words shocked us all. Ling Shuang was so startled she couldn't stand up. I was also taken aback. To actually kill Ling Shuang in such a humiliating way, how could this be allowed? 　　"I, I..." Ling Shuang turned her face to me, her expression full of shock, but for some reason, I sensed a hint of excitement in her heart. 　　Although the killing of women is now widely accepted, for most women, as my aunt said, "this is their fate." They can only unconditionally obey their destiny. That feeling of voluntariness and helplessness is something men may not understand.

On the other hand, Ling Shuang, like me, is also a lover of beauty. Although she's unlikely to be willing in the end, she might very well enjoy the process of being slaughtered. We often fantasize about the scene of her being slaughtered.

Her favorite scene is at her own wedding, in the romantic air of southern France, wearing a pure white wedding dress, walking down the altar amidst the blessings of family and friends and the envy of everyone, vowing before God how much she loves me and how willing she is to be a part of me. After the vows, the sacred bride takes off her wedding dress in front of her family and friends, announcing to everyone that she is willing to become a female animal to be slaughtered. After satisfying all the male guests with her body, she will have one last intimate contact with the piercing rod. The humiliation caused by that disparity in status often gives her unparalleled excitement.

Thinking of this, I shamelessly got an erection, and the scene of Ling Shuang being gang-raped by many men and finally slaughtered like a sow floated before my eyes. I also believe that Ling Shuang must have felt a little excited when she heard my second sister's suggestion.

But Ling Shuang is my beloved wife. Although I long to see her moaning desperately beneath many men, to see her writhing on the piercing rod, to see her dark red, gutted body swaying like pork as she hangs there, I can't bear to. We've been through so much together, we finally got together, we've only been married for three years. Should I kill this love just as it's blossoming?

"No, I disagree!" I shouted, standing up. It was clear my second sister's words were carefully prepared; she had set a trap for Ling Shuang, and Ling Shuang had obviously fallen for it. If Ling Shuang changed her mind now, my second sister would definitely use a lot of moral high ground to justify her actions. So I had to speak up, because according to the "Women's Civil Rights Act," only a husband has the right to kill a married woman. Therefore, I disagreed, and my second sister couldn't do anything about it. I would definitely protect Ling Shuang; I made up my mind silently.

(10)

"Brother-in-law, don't get agitated. This is just to give Ling Shuang a chance to show her filial piety. You know, only a daughter who hasn't had a relationship with her father can be a filial daughter. And the old man has already done that to me. If it were me, I would have agreed long ago." "Meatball" pulled me into the next room and kept nagging me. "Besides, I know you two have a good relationship, but do you think your second sister will make you sacrifice too much?" With a "thud," "Meatball" threw a document in front of me. I looked closely and it was the transfer agreement for the "Xiuse" gallery next to the city hall. My mind went blank. You know, the city hall is prime real estate in our area, every inch of land is worth its weight in gold. That gallery is probably worth at least 50 million. Although I've always wanted to open a gallery, this "Xiuse" gallery is a dream I never even dared to dream of.

"So, if you agree to deal with Ling Shuang, then this gallery can be transferred to you for free." My second sister's words were slow, but they struck my heart like a hammer. "We understand you've always wanted to open an art gallery. And you should know the status and price of Xiuse Gallery, right? With this gallery, you'll have everything a painter dreams of. All the top art dealers and critics will come to see you." Yes, agreeing to deal with Ling Shuang, or rather, letting her fulfill her filial duty to her father one last time, would make years of struggle and dreams easily attainable. Ling Shuang probably knew she would be dealt with sooner or later; she could probably accept it even if it happened sooner. And that feeling of being controlled, disciplined, humiliated, turned into something worse than a pig or a dog, and finally having her life taken away, is probably what she enjoys. I feel my resolve isn't as firm as it was before.

But should I just agree? It feels like selling Ling Shuang like an object. Can I treat my wife like that? Don't I want to live with her a little longer? It wouldn't be fair to Ling Shuang to deal with her here. Although she enjoys being treated like livestock, she also likes cleanliness and tidiness. I promised her I would end her life under the azure sky of Provence and in the purple lavender fields. Could she accept this messy yellow earth? Could she accept being disciplined by these dirty men?

"Brother-in-law, I know you're reluctant. You two have only been married a short time, but you have to be more open-minded. In the end, a woman just has a pair of breasts and a vagina. If you get rid of one, there are plenty of other women out there. Brother-in-law, you are young and handsome, with unlimited potential. After you open the gallery, you'll be a big boss and a rising star. Countless women will be throwing themselves at you. Are you worried about not finding a vagina to sleep with?

How about this, to celebrate your success, I'll give you a gift first." My second sister clapped her hands as she spoke.

My breath almost stopped. Four alluring figures entered. They were four identical bodies, with equally beautiful faces, equally high breasts, and equally long legs. Their upper bodies were bare, except for small nipple covers with long, alluring tassels. Their lower bodies were clad in almost transparent long skirts; through the thin gauze, one could see a dark cleavage beneath.

"Japanese slaves"—this was the standard attire of a "Japanese slave." Japanese slaves had been the darlings of the upper class for centuries, renowned for their seductive beauty, extreme submissiveness, and exceptional skills. However, they were also notorious for their difficult training, low success rate, and scarcity, making them incredibly rare. Owning a Japanese slave had always been a dream for many wealthy men. Today, my second sister had brought four—quadruplets, truly a rare treasure.

The four female slaves surrounded me, and I was momentarily dazzled, swallowing hard. In a daze, I reached out and touched their large breasts, feeling their soft, fragrant flesh—the texture was wonderful. Although Ling Shuang and Ling Xue were considered pretty sisters with decent figures, they paled in comparison to the four women.

"How about Second Sister's gift? If you sign this agreement, you can take these four Japanese slaves home tomorrow. Aren't they better than your wife and sister-in-law?" I was still lost in my reverie when Second Sister suddenly mentioned Ling Shuang, pulling me back to reality. These four Japanese slaves were truly wonderful, and with the 50 million yuan gallery, I thought even a god would be tempted. Sign the agreement like that? But Ling Shuang had been with me for five years. Although she had many flaws, was I really going to sell her for 50 million yuan and these four slaves? Although there were many similar cases, I wasn't the kind of heartless person. How could I choose? I couldn't help but sigh again.

"Alright, I didn't want to say much originally. I know you're a very sentimental person, and you can't bear to part with your wife, nor can you bear to let her be a dutiful daughter. I didn't want to say much about your relationship with your husband, to protect your reputation, Shuang'er. But since you still can't make a decision at this point, I can only help you. Do you know how well you treat your wife? She's been cheating on you for a long time." As she spoke, my second sister threw a stack of photos in front of me.

I picked up the photo, somewhat puzzled. The first photo showed a naked woman straddling a muscular man, her hands gripping his body tightly, her head tilted slightly upwards, her breasts exposed, her eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the moment. The face was unmistakably Ling Shuang. The second photo showed another man entering a shapely woman from behind. The woman turned her head with seductive eyes, a smile playing on her lips; it was also Ling Shuang's face. I flipped through the photos, each one showing a woman sitting or prone, being penetrated by a man, but all of them featured Ling Shuang.

Looking at these photos, I felt an erection. Frankly, I'm not the kind of old-fashioned man. In modern society, I believe sex and love have long been separated, so a woman having several men is as common as a man having several women. Besides, I'm a cuckold enthusiast; I often imagine Ling Shuang moaning under other men's bodies. We've had group sex a few times at her best friend's devotion parties. If she had told me beforehand that she had a lover, I definitely wouldn't have been angry. I might have even been excited to support her or go out for a threesome with her.

Is there some hidden story behind her actions? Could she have been forced? But the expression on her face in the photos clearly tells me that she's enjoying it all. A nameless rage surged to my head, burning uncontrollably within me. I don't mind her playing around with other men, but what I can't tolerate is deception, betrayal. Ling Shuang actually cheated on me, and with so many people behind my back. What was she thinking? Did she even cherish our relationship?

At this moment, the scene in the old house three years ago replayed in my mind. The image of two dark yet snow-white bodies intertwined churned within me, and the face I'd never seen before on that snow-white body began to overlap with Ling Shuang's face.

I remembered Ling Xue's words back then, "Be careful, my sister might cheat on you," and how Ling Xue, while seducing me under the table three years ago, was focused on my aunt's facial expressions. I couldn't help but sigh; this family are all born actors.

I felt my whole body trembling, my heart pounding violently, as if it would leap out of my mouth if I opened it. A fire burned in my chest, yet my heart was ice-cold. Fine, since you betrayed and deceived me first, don't blame me for disregarding our marital bond. I grabbed the pen my second sister handed me and signed my name without a word.

(XI)

"You slut, you actually cheated on me with another man!" With a swift movement, she delivered two heavy slaps, causing Ling Shuang to cover her pretty face and retreat repeatedly. This was a scene I had imagined a thousand times, but when I saw her, I felt I couldn't lift my hand.

Silence, silence, deathly stillness. Ling Shuang sat on the bed, her face filled with sorrow and resentment, weeping alone. I paced back and forth in the room.

This was the husband's privilege, to enjoy the last night as a "filial daughter." I desperately wanted to shout at Ling Shuang, why she had cheated on me with other men. But her sorrowful expression rendered me speechless. Enough, it's the last night. She must be filled with guilt towards me; why reopen that bleeding wound?

I walked to Ling Shuang's side, wanting to say something, but no words came out. Looking at her beautiful face and her impending slaughter tomorrow, I couldn't help but hug her tightly. She hugged me back tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of wood.

Desire surged within us. What of life and death, what of eternity? All we had was this moment. Everything else was forgotten. Like dry tinder igniting a fire, I began to kiss Ling Shuang passionately, as if tomorrow were the end of the world. Kissing her cheeks, her lips, our tongues intertwined, swirling and churning in a passionate embrace. Our saliva flowed between each other's mouths.

We fell onto the bed, kissing passionately. I pulled down her top, revealing her large, white breasts, which I began to knead. The top, now just a strip of cloth hanging around her stomach, served no purpose of concealment. Her soft, jelly-like breasts were molded into various shapes in my hands, and Ling Shuang let out a soft moan. Her pink nipples were already erect, waiting for my sucking. Seeing this, my blood surged, and I suddenly lowered my head and sucked hard on her luscious nipple. Ling Shuang gasped as I sucked and licked her, her hands covering her lips, her breasts thrusting out for me to take.

I suddenly pushed Ling Shuang down, roughly pulled down her skirt, and thrust my penis in all the way.

"Ah…so good, harder…" Ling Shuang began to moan intensely, her body responding to my movements. Her slender waist swayed continuously, her snowy buttocks thrusting forward in lascivious rhythm with the thrusting of my penis. Her hands gripped her long, beautiful legs tightly, spreading them as wide as possible in an M-shape, then contracting her pelvic cavity to tighten her tender orifice. As my large penis entered, the lower edge of the glans and the undulating veins rubbed intensely against the folds of the inner wall. The egg-sized glans slammed violently against her cervix, waves of pleasurable stimulation completely melting Ling Shuang's delicate body.

It felt so incredibly good that I picked Ling Shuang up and rolled her over, continuing in my favorite "woman-on-top" position. Ling Shuang twisted her slender waist, her snowy buttocks swaying up and down, her tender orifice swallowing and releasing my huge penis, her large breasts swinging exaggeratedly up and down. I quickly grabbed those two mounds of white flesh in my hands. Using the elasticity of the mattress, I thrust my hips upwards, slapping against the body above me, which was naturally falling due to gravity, my glans slamming hard into the depths of her flower core.

Finally, I couldn't help but scream, shouting out that familiar word I'd always fantasized about. "I want to eat you... ah... let me eat you!" Ling Shuang responded violently, "Okay, okay... ah... eat me... ah..." It was so stimulating. After over a hundred rough thrusts, Ling Shuang's honey hole was unbearably numb, her body trembled violently, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, spraying from her fleshy opening, directly onto my glans, squeezing my penis with a pleasurable sensation. I thrust violently a few more times, then suddenly thrust hard, my penis fully inserted into her hole, the glans remaining deep inside Ling Shuang's body, a stream of hot semen shooting into Ling Shuang's body, making her moan continuously, her fleshy opening desperately sucking on my penis, enjoying wave after wave of orgasm.

We held each other tightly, rolling and entwining together, I tried my best to plant my seed in her body, and she tried her best to meet me. From beginning to end, neither of us said a word. We both knew that we had no future, but at least we still had the present.

(XII)

The ceremony was held in the newly built auditorium of the village government. My father-in-law's coffin had been moved here early this morning. Ling Shuang was then brought here to bathe and change clothes in preparation.

At about 10 o'clock, the master of ceremonies announced the start of the ceremony, and everyone took turns offering incense. Ling Shuang finally came out. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and although her sexy body was wrapped in a white dress as white as snow, it could not hide her fair and firm skin, her high and prominent breasts, and her slender figure. Although her face was full of solemnity, her beautiful face still conquered all the men present. I heard countless swallowing sounds and heavy breathing.

She knelt down in front of her father-in-law's coffin and, led by the master of ceremonies, began to chant the "Classic of Filial Piety," which had been sung for thousands of years.

"Of all things in heaven and earth, humanity is the most precious. Of all human conduct, none is greater than filial piety. Of filial piety, none is greater than reverence for one's father. Of reverence for one's father, none is greater than matching Heaven, and that is the Duke of Zhou..." "Today is Shuang'er's day as a filial daughter. I'm so excited! City women, with their delicate skin and fair complexions, are nothing like the women in our countryside." "Yes, I saw her once when her father had his birthday celebration. I thought then that if I could sleep with those sisters, I would gladly shorten my life by ten years. Now, not only can I sleep with them, but I can also eat their flesh. It's like living in paradise. I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest later." "You rascal, sleeping with her is like sleeping with a goddess. Be careful, or you won't be able to get an erection when you face your wife later." "You know, this woman, last time we met she was so aloof, refusing to let us touch her. Now she's letting us country bumpkins sleep with her as we please. This is exciting!" Many whispered words reached my ears. Clearly, everyone was looking forward to what was to come. Because at this moment she is still appearing as a human being, but after reciting the *Classic of Filial Piety*, the next moment she is a female animal. From a high and mighty goddess to a female animal worse than a pig or dog, this is the best aphrodisiac for the men below. Would Ling Shuang like it? I imagine that at that moment, she might also enjoy this feeling of humiliation.

"...The *Book of Poetry* says: 'A virtuous person, a gentleman, whose conduct is without fault.'"

As the last sentence ended, a man strode forward—it was Er Gou Dan, the one Ling Shuang had rejected before. He ripped off Ling Shuang's plain robe, instantly exposing her alluring figure to the crowd. A commotion erupted. Looking closer, I was startled to see a pair of golden nipple rings on Ling Shuang's pink nipples. Between the two rings, a long, shimmering golden chain stretched between her breasts. In the sunlight, the two nipple rings gleamed dazzlingly. A clasp on the chain connected to another golden chain, drawing a golden "Y" shape across her body. The chain continued down her lower body, passing through her abdomen and navel, until it reached her most intimate parts.

Er Gou Dan immediately hooked the chain around Ling Shuang's nipples, the clasp pulling at them. "Ugh…," Ling Shuang let out a soft moan, her nipples slowly hardening. Er Gou Dan reached down to Ling Shuang's lower body again, parting her beautiful, butterfly-wing-like labia. Everyone saw the end of a thin chain connected to another golden clasp on Ling Shuang's clitoris.

"No," Ling Shuang cried out in a low voice, but her body's sensations clearly betrayed her words. Uncle San opened his hand, a strand of sticky fluid hanging between his thumb and forefinger. "This slut, she's already wet down there before we've even started fucking her." Hearing this, Ling Shuang trembled violently. If Er Gou Dan hadn't been supporting her, she probably would have collapsed immediately, a stream of thick, lustful fluid gushing from her vulva.

"I thought she was an innocent girl, but now I know she's a slut." "She's really a slut, I wonder how many men have already fucked her." The crowd was incredibly excited, discussing animatedly. Ling Shuang appeared very shy, her face flushed red, and she tried to cover her private parts with both hands. But the more shy she was, the more it aroused the men's desire. So most of the men focused their attention on Ling Shuang.

Overwhelmed with shame, Ling Shuang turned her face towards me, her large, pitiful eyes looking at me as if pleading for help. Normally, I would have bravely stood in front of her. But today, I would never do that. "You slut, after doing this, you still want my help?" I told myself, turning my head away to avoid her gaze.

"You slut, don't look at your husband! You're not his wife anymore! He wants to fuck you now, to eat your flesh!" Er Gou Dan seemed to understand Ling Shuang's intentions and shouted. "Come on, slut, show us your cunt so we can have some fun." Tears streamed down Ling Shuang's face, her eyes instantly filled with despair. She obediently got up from the ground and knelt before Er Gou Dan. Half-lying on the ground, she arched her snow-white buttocks, revealing the deep valley between her buttocks, the round, full mounds flowing smoothly between them, her anus tightly closed. Below, her vulva was thick with dark hair, two fleshy petals protruding, the peach blossom gate closed, but the stream flowing, crystal clear.

"Tell me, are you a slut? Do you want everyone to fuck you?" "I...I'm a slut, please fuck me." Ling Shuang's voice was tinged with a sob, but also with excitement, her eyes glancing at me unintentionally. I couldn't help but feel a jolt of déjà vu; this scene seemed familiar.

"Yun He, do I look beautiful?" Ling Shuang's beautiful voice rang out behind me. I turned around and my blood boiled. I saw Ling Shuang leaning against the bedroom doorway, completely naked, holding a glass of red wine, slowly dripping it onto her neck. The drops slid down her sexy neck, onto her large breasts, and then onto her pink nipples. It was

five years ago, on my birthday. I hadn't known Ling Shuang for long. That day, we arranged for her to come to my house first, and then we would go out to a restaurant to celebrate my birthday. She first asked me to go to the kitchen to get something.

Then she bent down and knelt on a chair, sticking out her buttocks. Her lower body skin was as smooth as a baby's, and her vulva was full and round. She used two fingers to slightly separate her labia, revealing the deep inside. "Am I slutty or not? Do you want to fuck this slut?" That night, I swore in my heart that I would treat my Ling Shuang well for the rest of my life.

(Thirteen)

A group of men surrounded my lamb-like Ling Shuang like wolves devouring food, enjoying their feast.

A thick, black penis was thrust into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge. The penis was covered in saliva, and the bulging veins glistened wetly in the light. Her delicate cheeks involuntarily drooled uncontrollably from the side with the thrusting of the penis, mixed with countless white, turbid strands. Soon, a hot liquid shot powerfully into her mouth, but before she could even taste the liquid, another smelly penis took its place. Her breasts were repeatedly kneaded and flattened, swaying and heaving, her nipples red, swollen, and hardened from being touched and pinched.

My heart was in turmoil. Although I felt some pity for Ling Shuang last night, this morning, those photos and the scene from three years ago began to replay in my mind, making it impossible for me to let go and reigniting my anger. I thought, if I hadn't seen the photos of Ling Shuang having affairs with other men, I would never have agreed to let her be a dutiful daughter. So, the root of all this was Ling Shuang herself. Since she betrayed me first, she couldn't blame me. Ling Shuang had only herself to blame.

The man she had once rejected, Er Gou Dan, was thrusting into her from behind, as if venting his pent-up frustrations of over a decade onto her. His hard, red penis pounded into her clitoris with all his might, showing no mercy. Her pink, wet labia parted, and streams of vaginal fluid and semen accumulated at the vaginal opening, flowing out with the contractions of Ling Shuang's abdomen. A small puddle of vaginal fluid had already formed on the ground.

It was so exciting. I pressed my body completely against the Japanese woman beneath me and began to thrust violently with all my might. The Japanese woman was covered in fragrant sweat. Her body trembled constantly, lifting her buttocks again and again, allowing my hard penis to plunge straight into the fleshy hole where her pink legs crossed. She kept muttering, "Boss, aren't you especially excited to see your wife being fucked? Do you like it? Do you want to eat her cunt that you've fucked a thousand times later?" "Damn," the Japanese woman's technique and understanding of psychology were indeed outstanding. She could accurately grasp men's psychology.

I grabbed her hair hysterically, pounding my lower abdomen into her body with force. Streams of life force wildly shot into the depths of her body, scalding her again and again.

As time passed, Ling Shuang's naked body looked like a peeled pear, white and tender, full of moisture, allowing the men present to take turns tasting it. And her wonder was that the more you tasted her, the more moisture she gained, the fuller she became. At this point, she had become nothing more than a sex object. Her sole purpose was to use her sexual organs to please and satisfy the most depraved desires of every man, making them ejaculate inside her body, ejaculate, and ejaculate again. Each man had relations with her only for the fleeting pleasure of ejaculation, and perhaps also for the satisfaction and vanity of defiling their goddess.

The hall was filled with lewd moans and groans. "Mmm... Ah... Ah... It feels so good... It's so itchy inside... No... No... Stop... Don't stop... Hurry up... It's itchy... Please... Hurry up..." Ling Shuang was completely out of control and almost shouted out a few words. "Little slut! ... Your little cunt is so wet! ... Damn, this feels so good! ... You used to not let me fuck you, but today I'm not only going to fuck you to death, you little bitch! ... I'm going to eat your flesh! ... Oh! ... I'm going to stab your cunt to pieces! ... I'm going to stab you to death, you little bitch! ... Oh! ... Tell me, how should I eat you!" "Ah... Ah... My husband always says my breasts are big and white, ... Ah... Ah... My nipples are bright red, like cherries, and my skin is snow-white, ... Ah... Ah... Like freshly steamed buns, why don't you steam my breasts, ... Ah... Ah... They must smell much better than the custard buns sold outside. ... Ah... Ah... Well, barbecue is good too. ... Ah... Ah... Oh." My heart was beating at its fastest, and I was completely dazed. I would only react this way if I hadn't witnessed Ling Shuang being raped in front of me. Watching my wife make love with another man aroused me more than doing it myself. Ling Shuang seemed completely immersed in lust, her face showing an expression of ecstasy. Beads of sweat dripped from her body, condensing on her nose and sticking to her temples.

But, besides the excitement, I felt a pang in my heart—a slight bleeding. Ling Shuang's body, once so familiar, now felt alien to me. I couldn't reconcile the pure image I once held of her with this voluptuous body and burgeoning lust. Did I still love Ling Shuang? Absolutely not. How could I, in my current state of rage, still love a woman who betrayed me? Her expression now clearly didn't resemble that of a wife, but rather a trembling animal existing solely for sex.

Why, why did everything turn out this way? We were so in love! Was it all Ling Shuang's fault? Was it all her fault for cheating? Didn't I bear any responsibility? What if it weren't for that 50 million "Xiuse" gallery and those four Japanese bastards? Would I still agree to let Ling Shuang be a "filial daughter"?

On the comfortable sofa bed, I fondled Ling Shuang's two smooth breasts, so large and bouncy. I kneaded and flattened them in my palms, sometimes pinching the swollen nipples with my fingers, stretching the pink areolas long and protruding, then forcefully letting them bounce back, making the white, alabaster-like breasts sway left and right, creating ripples that were quite beautiful.

"Do you think Fang Ting's sacrifice tonight will be exciting? Do you want to kill me like that too?" Ling Shuang looked at me with seductive eyes and lewd smiles.

The image of Fang Ting being slaughtered on the assembly line with real sows tonight had excited me. I hugged Ling Shuang tightly, and with a flip, I fitted her flower with my long spear. Ling Shuang galloped over me like a wild horse, arching her back and stretching her breasts, which were in my mouth, long and thin, before finally popping out with a "pop," dancing wildly. Her body arched back again, her breasts rising high like swollen hydrogen balloons, swaying left and right with her movements, as if worshipping the sky. I don't know how many orgasms I'd already experienced, wave after wave, and now, an even greater orgasm was approaching. My uterus seemed to spasm, contracting incessantly, her vaginal opening like the mouth of a dying carp, opening and closing, inhaling and rubbing against my burning glans.

At that moment, I felt we were truly a match made in heaven.

(Thirteen)

My father-in-law's body lay quietly in the center, his expression peaceful, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. His clothes had been removed, revealing his pale, withered body. Under the influence of the unique drug "Yin Yang He He San," the limp, pale penis stood erect like a spear. It was said that if this drug was injected into the male corpse's genitals within three hours of death, it would cause the blood to concentrate in the penis and coagulate, keeping the penis permanently erect.

After being gang-raped by more than fifty men for over four hours, Ling Shuang was ravaged, lying limply on the ground like a pear blossom after rain, completely motionless. Her labia were swollen and red from being penetrated, like a withered rose with four petals. Her once snow-white and tender breasts were now patchy with blue and purple marks, covered with deep red finger marks. She remained dazed and stiff, her delicate body still in the same position as during the intercourse, only trembling every ten seconds or so, as if digesting the countless orgasms that hadn't fully subsided. Her snow-white body glowed with a lascivious pink from the afterglow of the climax.

Four men grabbed Ling Shuang's limbs, lifting her up like a dead pig. They handcuffed her hands behind her back, grabbed her legs, and forcefully pried them open, exposing her vulva to everyone. It was engorged with blood from the intense intercourse, her labia trembling and quivering, the vaginal opening faintly visible. Then they aimed her still-white, thick fluid-covered vulva at her father-in-law's erect penis and inserted it. There was no resistance; it went all the way in. The stark contrast between the almost frighteningly white penis and the vibrant pink vulva was striking.

Someone had explained to me that morning that because her father-in-law had never enjoyed Ling Shuang's body, they would arrange this final "yin-yang union" between him and Ling Shuang.

Uncle San stepped forward, parted her high, tightly pressed buttocks, revealing her hidden anus. Ling Shuang's anus was neither too big nor too small, with fine, even wrinkles radiating outwards from the center, exquisitely delicate and charming.

Moreover, this beautiful pink chrysanthemum would occasionally open and close slightly, occasionally oozing white liquid, making it even more alluring. Uncle San gripped his large penis, the massive glans pressing against Ling Shuang's chrysanthemum. Aiming at his target, he thrust forward with force, breaking in on all fours, plunging headfirst into the small hole in the valley, pumping wildly. "Ah…" Stimulated by this, Ling Shuang snapped back to reality and began to scream. Her slender body was sandwiched between Uncle San and her father-in-law's corpses, repeatedly enduring Uncle San's merciless thrusts. Her body swayed left and right, trembling like a lamb being slaughtered at will. Her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably, almost frantically. Her breasts heaved, the rhythm becoming increasingly rapid, hardening and swelling. Her slender waist twisted back and forth like a water snake. Her long legs kicked aimlessly, then clamped tightly together, stiffening. The struggles grew increasingly intense; her legs not only swung back and forth but also kicked violently, her hands, cuffed behind her back, twisted incessantly.

Two enormous penises, one black and one white, flashed repeatedly within Ling Xue's lower body. Ling Shuang's body moved in and out of her father-in-law's thick, hard penis in rhythm with her uncle's thrusts in and out of her moist vagina. Pools of clear, pale white fluid remained at the point of contact, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, indistinguishable from each other.

The immense pleasure finally brought Ling Shuang to the peak of orgasm. Involuntarily, she pressed herself against her father-in-law's chest, her sexy lips pressing against his pale face and wrinkled chest, kissing him passionately. Her lower body trembled violently in the throes of orgasm, the tender flesh of her buttocks shaking back and forth, her lower body gripping and writhing between her uncle's and father-in-law's penises, like two sexy little mouths sucking up the men's essence.

Suddenly, I felt as if my father-in-law's body had come to life, constantly enjoying the flesh of his own daughter.

"Yin and Yang intercourse, brother-in-law, how was your wife's performance?" Unbeknownst to me, my second sister was already standing beside me, watching this scene with a mocking gaze.

I had no intention of answering her, because I was once again aroused by this scene of human-corpse intercourse. I slapped the other Japanese woman next to me, and she very skillfully squatted down, sticking out her bright red, nimble little tongue, her sexy red lips taking my limp penis into her mouth, and began to lick my glans inch by inch. She tried very hard, but unfortunately she had already ejaculated twice today, and it would be difficult to get an erection again.

At the same time, Uncle San had also reached his climax. He pressed hard against Ling Shuang's lower body, his thrusts becoming slow and powerful. With each full thrust, he shuddered, believing that each twitch represented a stream of semen being ejaculated inside her anus. He continued to twitch seven or eight times before stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. But his pubic bone still pressed firmly against Ling Shuang's anus, his still-erect penis acting like a plug, unwilling to pull it out, until it shrank smaller and smaller, before reluctantly leaving.

"Brother-in-law, today I've invited Sebastian Larosh, the head chef of the three-Michelin-starred restaurant La Ambroise in Paris. You're in for a treat!" I looked up and saw three or four men hurriedly tying her hands together and hanging her in the middle of the room. She seemed to have woken up, but her body was almost entirely covered in various kinds of white semen. Looking down at her vulva, I saw that it was red and swollen, and due to being stretched open for so long, it couldn't close properly, twitching intermittently. Through the semen-filled opening, I could see the bruised and wrinkled vaginal walls inside.

"Is this how you slaughter a woman? Why didn't you even wash her? How are we going to eat all this semen after cooking? I don't want to eat you, haha." "You idiot, who's ever heard of washing a pig before slaughtering it? You can wash it after you're done, right?" "Damn, we ejaculated so much today, how are we going to clean it properly? Looks like we're not going to eat the pig intestine stew." "You rascal, if you don't eat it, I'll eat more, haha." The man's words excited Ling Shuang, and she searched for the source of the sound. In a flash, our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat. Ling Shuang's eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions.

"Pain? Unbearable pain. Is it the pain of being abandoned by her husband? The pain of guilt for her mistakes? Or the pain of her husband having sex with another woman naked in front of her?" "Shame? Is it the shame of going from a lady to a beast of flesh? The shame of letting her husband see her lewd state? The shame of being raped by so many men?" "Excitement? The desire to fulfill her dreams as a beast of flesh? The desire for men's penises? The desire for her body to be devoured by men?" In a daze, I saw Er Gou Dan walk up behind Ling Shuang, stretch out his dark hands, and grab her large breasts from behind. He cupped her breasts with both hands and kneaded them vigorously. Then he pinched her two swollen nipples with his index and middle fingers. Ling Shuang's nipples were usually very sensitive, so she quickly began to moan softly.

Seeing that the time was right, Er Gou Dan picked up Ling Shuang's plump, white buttocks and thrust into her from behind.

Stripped naked, Ling Shuang was held in the arms of the man she used to hate, like a child urinating. Her large breasts swayed violently from side to side, making the man feel dizzy but also incredibly alluring. Her two snow-white thighs were shamefully spread apart, with only a large penis supporting her below. Er Gou Dan used the rhythm of Ling Shuang's hips to thrust rapidly, the loud "slap slap slap slap" of flesh colliding was exceptionally loud, almost blending with her moans. The part of the man and woman intertwined was completely exposed.

I saw Ling Shuang's body begin to tremble, her legs spread to their fullest extent, actively cooperating with Er Gou Dan to attack her genitals more deeply and forcefully. Tender skin tightly wrapped around the entire penis, becoming one with it. Then Ling Shuang's whole body spasmed, and I knew she had reached orgasm. Er Gou Dan was now aroused, seeing Ling Shuang's intense reaction, he worked even harder, and as her thighs spread wider and wider, he thrust his penis deeper and deeper, each thrust going all the way in.

The physical pleasure and the feeling of being mentally ravaged had completely shattered Ling Shuang's previous reserve.

At this moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten her situation, instead fully immersing herself in the intercourse that followed. Her serpentine body writhed in rhythm with the man's movements, as if to make more room for him to display his skills.

Even when I was with her in bed, I had never seen her so lewd, so wanton! The continuous sound of their genitals rubbing against each other reached my ears, sounding like several people running barefoot in mud, or like the sound of soap lather rubbing against skin during a bath, making me blush even more.

Uncle San, who had somehow appeared before Ling Shuang, suddenly picked up a dagger and plunged it between her swaying breasts, then continued downwards, stopping above her pubic hair. At first, there was nothing unusual, then slowly, slowly... a trail of blood appeared on Ling Shuang's alabaster-like body, strikingly conspicuous. Ling Shuang's flat abdomen began to slowly swell, like a woman six months pregnant.

Suddenly, her swollen belly parted to the sides, as if someone had opened a door in an instant. The cut skin flipped up like waves crashing against a small boat, clearly revealing the layers of pale yellow fat, purplish-red abdominal muscles, and peritoneum on the thick cut surface. As blood seeped out, the thick intestines could no longer withstand the confinement of the body and surged out like a baby giving birth, giving me the feeling of slaughtering a pig. Steaming hot, they hung between her two sexy thighs, swaying slowly. Without the cover of skin, one could even see from the outside that Ling Shuang's body was constantly bulging and flattening with the thrusting of the man behind her.

Although countless works of art have described the process of slaughter as incredibly beautiful, with lustful women being slaughtered to satisfy men's desires, reaching unparalleled climaxes in the thrusting of countless men, and blooming with the essence of life in that instant of slaughter. But all of this was just a beautiful fantasy. The fundamental truth is that any woman, even if she is willing, even if she desires and fantasizes about this process, will be overwhelmed by fear at this final moment. The will to survive will override everything.

Ling Shuang watched all this with a look of horror—yes, deep fear—and then screamed with all her might. Her body tensed up instantly, stiffening like a bow, and began to tremble. Then, her legs kicked out violently, straightening her body in waves of intense spasms, her hands, feet, thighs, and waist shaking all at once.

In utter terror, Ling Shuang reached her second climax. Her two long, white, and tender legs were raised high, straight and hard. With each thrust of Er Gou Dan, Ling Shuang's legs trembled, and she moaned while her buttocks moved upwards rhythmically, responding to his thrusts. Her movements accelerated the outflow of her intestines.

Uncle San began rapidly removing the colorful internal organs from Ling Shuang's body. He coiled Ling Shuang's plump intestines around his arm, pulling them out alternately with his left and right hands, as if pulling a long, dark red German sausage from an oven. More and more intestines gathered between Ling Shuang's legs, coiling on the ground like a woman's hair bun, accompanied by thick, yellowish fat, a dark green gallbladder like seaweed, and other organs I couldn't even name.

Er Gou Dan, behind him, began to accelerate, his legs straightening and trembling slightly, presumably from the contractions of his vagina during Ling Shuang's orgasm.

Uncle San then held a pair of dark, long-handled, heavy-duty pliers. He aimed the jaws at the edge of Ling Shuang's white ribs. A crisp, loud "snap" resounded, so clear that it reached my ears even amidst Er Gou Dan's groans and Ling Shuang's life-threatening screams.

One snap… two snaps… three snaps… Ling Shuang's screams grew weaker and weaker, while the "crack" sound became clearer and clearer, as if it weren't clamped onto Ling Shuang, but onto me. It was clearly clamped onto me! Wasn't that… my twenty-fourth rib? No, I had to save Ling Shuang, I had to stop all of this, and more importantly, I had to save my own soul. But could everything still be salvaged?

Er Gou Dan let out a deep bark and pushed Ling Shuang's body forward. White semen dripped from where they were joined. Ling Shuang clenched her fists and trembled dozens of times, then, as if using her last remaining strength, her beautiful body half-opened her eyes, arched her back and contracted her hips, accompanied by rhythmic, all-over convulsions, as a torrent of fluid surged from her lower body. Ling Xue lost control of her bladder, and then her struggles lessened. Her legs stopped kicking wildly and began to clamp together and spasm slightly, her whole body stiffened, and her beautiful breasts stopped rising and falling.

"You damned devil! How could you bear to make my sister act as a filial daughter? Wasn't she good to you? Wasn't I good to you? Have you lost your conscience? How could my sister have been so blind to fall for an ungrateful dog like you? You heartless pig!" Ling Xue screamed hoarsely. She had finally arrived and learned about Ling Shuang's "filial daughter" act. Enraged, she swung her handbag at me.

If she hadn't been held back by others, she would have pounced on me and devoured me alive. "How can you live with yourself doing this? Can you sleep at night? What did you get out of it? Was it that bitch Ling Qing…?" Under my second sister's command, several men forcibly drove Ling Xue out of the room. But I remember her last words clearly: "Chen Yunhe, remember this, I will take revenge. Remember this, I will make you wish you were dead… wish you were dead." I didn't even need Ling Xue's curse; in that instant, I already felt like I was dying. Yes, Ling Xue betrayed me, but should I have to bear all this just because I betrayed her? Wasn't it because I coveted that "beautiful" gallery? Coveted the beauty of the Japanese? I promised my aunt that I would be good to Ling Shuang, and I also promised myself that I would be good to Ling Shuang. I also promised Ling Shuang that I would end her life in the place she liked. I have let down everyone, and I have let down myself.

(XIV)

After a long daze, I realized that the tall and thin Sebastian was standing in front of me, talking incessantly to me. His southern accent was very heavy, and I only understood two words: "bonjour" at the beginning and "bonappetite" at the end. Although my body was still alive, my heart was dead. I watched everything, heard everything, and did everything like a walking corpse.

On the side, my third uncle, second sister, and I sat at a clean white Western-style dining table, while everyone else was at a table at the other end of the room, which was in disarray. My personal waiter placed a large white platter in front of me and introduced it as: "The appetizer is 'Fresh Ovary and Uterus Sashimi with Wasabi and French Secret Recipe Liver,' accompanied by Schmitt Sohnères-Ling, a German brand of Riesling." The dark red liver slices, arranged like a large bed, sat in the center of the white platter, upon which lay a slender, pink, pear-shaped object, like a voluptuous young woman, lazily stretching her arms towards the sky. Each hand held a jewel. I numbly used my knife to cut a piece from the woman's body. The mutilated form suddenly reminded me of Ling Shuang's body. I dipped it in wasabi and put one in my mouth, slowly chewing and savoring it. The

fresh ovary tasted somewhat like oysters, moist and slippery, with a faint fishy smell. The subtle sweetness of the Riesling instantly amplified the memory of Ling Shuang's moans beneath me, filling me with countless emotions and fantasies.

On the plate next to her, the second sister held Ling Shuang's delicate heart. She'd probably only had it cooked medium-rare; the plate was full of blood. She watched as the second sister forcefully cut Ling Shuang's heart into small pieces before devouring it.

A long, gleaming silver platter was pushed forward, topped with a large, semi-circular lid bearing the Michelin three-star logo. It took two people to move it, releasing a sweet aroma that transported us to an autumn orange grove, the air filled with the scent of ripe oranges. This was the main course, "Femmeal Orange." It was explained that this dish was inspired by the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale, "Labelle au bois dormant."

Ling Shuang lay asleep in the center of the plate like Sleeping Beauty. Thanks to special protection, her head remained lifelike. One hand elegantly rested behind her head, while the other, as if shyly reaching forward to cover her chest, stopped only at the upper part of her abdomen, revealing the perfect, high curve of her breasts. Countless pineapple rings adorned her body, one resting on her forehead like a blooming sunflower in her hair, while two others perfectly concealed her high breasts, with two cherries in the center, perfectly embodying the meaning of small "cherries." Her two jade-like legs were crossed, countless cherries replacing the dark forest, perfectly concealing the source of her allure. Thick orange sauce clung to her body, mingling with the aroma of Ling Shuang's flesh. Lust and appetite intertwined, stirring the hearts of men. I had a strange feeling that Ling Shuang was like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale; a kiss would awaken her.

Sebastian, standing to one side, picked up a long knife and first severed Ling Shuang's head, placing it on a plate as a garnish. Then he spread Ling Shuang's legs, and her nipples sank rapidly as her thighs opened, revealing her alluring vulva. These passages, which had once made him ejaculate countless times, now emitted waves of heat. Her thick lips, glistening with oil, drooped limply on either side of her vulva. Between her anus and vulva, two large penises were even inserted, making her genitals appear exceptionally prominent.

A burst of laughter erupted from the people waiting for the food.

"Look at those two things, don't they look like a man's thing?"

"I never would have guessed. She must not have been fucked enough by men while she was alive, so she still wants to enjoy it even after it's cooked." "I wonder how such a slutty cunt tastes. I wonder how clean the chef was." Sebastian carefully placed Ling Shuang's vaginal opening on the tray, resembling a thick, pink sausage. One end was connected to a complete butterfly with two brown wings. During the removal of the vagina, some juice was squeezed out of the opening, the crystal-clear juice sticking to the two thick, brown labia, as if it were the aftermath of a fierce battle.

I cut off a piece of Ling Shuang's vagina and put it in my mouth. The thin vaginal walls were extremely resilient, very chewy, and the sausage inside melted in my mouth, fresh and delicious, and full of a fragrance I had never smelled before, making me unable to stop. The outermost piece of meat roll, connected to the vulva, was the most delicious. Those two thick, fleshy lips were more tender than any steak I'd ever tasted; with each chew, I could feel the juices gush out.

Ling Shuang's two large breasts were also served on a plate to her second sister and third uncle. Their shape hadn't changed much, only the surface was grilled to a golden brown, suggesting a lot of fat inside. Oil was still seeping out, dripping to the side, and the once pink nipples were now completely blended in with the surrounding color. Third uncle eagerly cut a piece from the plate, took a bite, and juice and oil dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with satisfaction.

The waiting crowd on the other side began to stir. Diners grabbed their knives and eagerly cut off the parts they wanted, afraid of being a step too slow and having someone else snatch them first. Sebastian was pushed aside. The first two people solemnly picked up their knives and cut a piece of meat from Ling Shuang's body, but the customers behind couldn't wait any longer. They cut off pieces and put them directly into their mouths, chewing with satisfied expressions. Some even opened their mouths and bit off pieces of Ling Shuang's body. The scene reminded me of the pork stall next to the market when I was a child, where everyone would scramble for the pig after the butcher slaughtered it.

Soon, Ling Shuang's body turned from meat into pieces of white bone, scattered haphazardly on different tables.

If one didn't already know, it might easily be mistaken for a pile of pig bones. Beside her, a large wolfhound was gnawing on her bones.

A pang of heartache shot through me. Everything was beyond repair. Though I had greedily savored the exquisite food, my mind was a blank. Guilt and self-reproach had completely overwhelmed me. Ling Xue said she wanted to make me wish I were dead, but I knew my heart was already dead without her doing anything.

My phone rang at an inopportune moment, playing the familiar Karen Mok song, "Summer Fruits."

"Perhaps only by giving up can I get closer to you, only by never seeing you again will you remember me. Time accumulates, these summer fruits, the lonely fragrance in my memories... I want to try to leave you, to stop thinking about you, though this isn't my intention." You once said you would love me forever. Perhaps that promise was just because you weren't sure. Don't use silence to hide anything when the result is so stark. I wondered what you would say before leaving me. You just turned your head away. Don't deliberately say you still love me. After seeing the ebb and flow of life, as long as you remember me, if you dream of me, please hold me tighter. My vision blurred. Were those my tears?

(XV)

Under the bright moonlight, the Taj Mahal's exterior walls appear beautifully silvery-white, the white marble reflecting a faint blue glow. A perfect reflection, pure white and translucent, shimmers in the garden's pool, creating a scene of ethereal beauty, like a fairyland. Four hundred years ago, the powerful Mughal emperor Shah Jahan, to commemorate his queen, poured the resources of his entire nation into building this unparalleled mausoleum, but the empire's resources were exhausted, and he was overthrown by his own son. In his remaining years, he could only gaze at the Taj Mahal's reflection from Agra Fort, dying in despair.

I don't know when, but I began to love this place; perhaps it was the legendary love story that drew me here. With the money I earned from the gallery, I rented a palace nearby and lived a secluded life with the Japanese. Like Shah Jahan, I would occasionally gaze at this treasure, described by the famous Indian poet Tagore as "the teardrop of love."

Ling Shuang's head lay on my desk. I liked to sit there and look at her when I had nothing to do. Ironically, I used to really want a blowjob like that, but after I finally got it, I discovered that I couldn't get an erection anymore.

"Are you here to kill me?" I looked calmly at Ling Xue sitting across from me and said calmly. "Haha, Chen Yunhe, do you remember what I said back then? I don't want your life, I want you to suffer a fate worse than death." Ling Xue was still as impulsive as ever, she said viciously.

"Then you've wasted your time. I've already suffered a fate worse than death for the past five years." "That's far from enough. You think you're already in unbearable pain? Then I want you to endure torment in the eighteenth level of hell every day." "Feng Feiyang contacted me a while ago. He told me some things you don't know." Ling Xue handed me a tablet, which played some photoshopped clips. I looked at Ling Xue with some doubt.

"Ling Qing knows that you and my sister had a very good relationship back then. The main reason you made the decision to make her a dutiful daughter was because you saw the photos of my sister's infidelity. But I want to tell you, everything you saw is fake. All the photos were photoshopped. Of course, you might not believe it, but the following video should dispel your doubts." Below was a video showing how Ling Shuang's face was composited with some photos on a computer.

Impossible, I thought to myself, how could this be? God, everything I knew that day was fake?

Ling Shuang didn't cheat? She didn't betray me? Then... wouldn't that mean I betrayed her? But if it's fake, why doesn't she defend herself? How can she accept my misunderstanding of her?

"Ling Xue, tell me, when your father-in-law celebrated his 70th birthday that year, did your sister tell you that she had an affair with Uncle San?" "She didn't say anything, but after we did it under the main hall that year, I ran into Uncle San, and later he slept with me. What happened?" Like a thunderbolt from the blue, it turned out that everything was caused by my greed, my jealousy, and my suspicion.

With trembling hands, I dialed my second sister's number. "Ring ring," the phone rang incessantly, but it felt like centuries had passed. "Hello," my sister's voice came from the other end.

"You lied to me! All those photos of yours are fake!" I roared.

"Ah," there was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "You know, okay, now I'm not afraid to tell you, those photos are indeed fake. When my mother was killed by Ling Shuang's mother, I made up my mind to take revenge. So I've been preparing for this, because I wanted to use those photos to sow discord between you and Ling Shuang, to incite you to kill her. I prepared those photos a long time ago, but I never had the chance. After the old man died, I thought the opportunity had come. You've always wanted to open an art gallery, haven't you? Ling Shuang has always wanted to help you, and she called me a few times. So I called her on your way back, offering her the opportunity to be

a filial daughter through the Xiuse Art Gallery. She agreed. I thought you probably couldn't bear to do that, so I prepared these photos and the Japanese slave, hahaha. Do you know when I feel the most satisfied? It's when I cut Ling Shuang's heart into pieces. Hahaha." My heart plummeted to the bottom of a cliff, followed by unbearable pain.

"Ling Qing, you actually lied to me! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill your whole family!" I shouted into the phone. "I'll make sure you die a more horrible death than Ling Shuang." "When the moonlight falls on my face, I think I'm about to change my appearance. There's a soup called 'heart-wrenching soup,' drinking it has magical power; I close my eyes and see heaven, the place where your smile is hidden. I dodge countless hunters' guns, driving away the sorrow crawling from the grave; for you, I became a werewolf; for you, I became mad; for you, I put on a thick disguise; for you, I changed my heart." The familiar lyrics of "Seeking Buddha" played on the radio. I drove along the highway, letting my heart weep, letting my tears flow freely.

I finally understood what Ling Xue meant by "worse than death." Ling Shuang loved me wholeheartedly; the one who truly betrayed me wasn't her, but me. I regret it deeply now, but is there any way to make amends? The image of Ling Shuang's resentful face when she saw me that day lingers in my mind. Oh God, how I wish we could meet again! "Can we ever meet again? I've prayed before Buddha for thousands of years, willing to exchange several lifetimes for one more lifetime of love, hoping to move Heaven; can we ever meet again? I've prayed before Buddha for thousands of years, before I cross this Bridge of Helplessness, let me kiss your face one last time." Tears uncontrollably filled my eyes, and everything before me became increasingly blurry.

Unconsciously, I seemed to see Ling Shuang's figure not far away, dressed in a pure white holy robe, her face filled with that captivating smile. As holy as an angel, she opened her arms, as if welcoming me.

"Shuang'er, I'm here," I murmured in my heart.

The white BMW drew a beautiful arc in the air, plunging headlong into the quietly flowing Agra River, quickly disappearing without a trace.

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