Slave Bride (51)

Word count: 10444
(Fifty-one)
Shufei left. On the day she departed for America, I could only stand in a corner of the airport, pretending to be a stranger as I watched her go. Pushing Zhao Jiaen's wheelchair, Shufei's lingering gaze kept drifting towards me. If her in-laws hadn't been with her at the airport, I believe she would have rushed to my side long ago. Parting is inevitable, and Shufei, pushing Zhao Jiaen, disappeared through customs. I sighed, feeling dejected, and prepared to leave as well. But as I turned around, the large electronic clock on the airport gate caught my eye, and the date displayed seemed to remind me of something. After a few seconds, I shouted, startling everyone around me, who all turned to look at me. It was Xiaohui! Tomorrow was her husband Bailin's farewell ceremony! These past few days, I've been completely preoccupied with another woman. If Shufei hadn't left, I might have completely forgotten about such an important day. Thinking of Xiaohui's beautiful yet sorrowful face, and her deep affection for me, I felt a surge of emotion mixed with profound guilt…
===================================== The funeral was held at a funeral home in a certain county. The local official in this county used to be a triad boss, but now he's "laundered" his image. Even a fool knows he's just a white-skinned black-hearted man. Almost all the local representatives are his former underlings, and he controls the law enforcement agencies. It's a thoroughly "triad-run county," so you can imagine why Brother Biao specifically chose this place for Bolin's funeral. To have enough time to react, I drove out in the middle of the night. When I arrived, it was still dark. Although there was a main road outside the funeral home, it was pitch black, and no cars were passing by. Only the stark white streetlights quietly illuminated the road. The scene inside the funeral home was even more chilling than the outside. Under the cover of night, the dark buildings resembled ghostly shadows. Of the dozen or so memorial halls, only two or three were lit, with faint chanting emanating from them, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere. I suppressed my tingling fear and walked towards the brightest memorial hall. Reaching the door, I looked up and, sure enough, saw the plaque above read "Bai Lin's Farewell Ceremony." Looking inside, the venue was already set up. A large photograph of Bai Lin hung high amidst a sea of flowers, smiling brightly. If the dead could know, his feelings at this moment would be completely opposite to those in the photograph. Several men in black inside seemed menacing, so I dared not enter rashly. Instead, I stealthily circled the memorial hall, looking for another way to sneak in. Sure enough, I found an entrance on the side. The door wasn't completely closed, and I could faintly hear voices inside. My blood rushed, and I quickly walked over. Reaching the door, I peeked through the crack in the wall and felt my heart pounding. Inside, a graceful figure stood with her back to me—it was Han Zhihui, the woman I had been longing for. Xiao Hui's hair was simply styled in a bun, revealing her ivory nape. The long trench coat she wore, along with the elegant high heels on her slender feet, were the same ones she had worn months ago when she risked everything to rescue me. Since that day, the time she had been clothed was few and far between; instead, she had spent most of her time bound by rope. Thinking of this, my heart ached with sorrow and reluctance. Two men in black stood beside her, presumably Biao Ge's men who had escorted her. Even with only her back visible, Xiao Hui, sandwiched between them, appeared exceptionally fragile and captivating. I shifted my attention to the surroundings and was horrified to realize that this was the back of the mourning hall. A coffin with a lid made of unusually transparent glass sat there, a chilling sight. It was obvious whose body lay inside. A bald, burly man in a yellow monk's robe sat facing me on the coffin lid, his bare chest half-exposed, his bare feet brazenly stepping on it, showing no respect for the deceased. Judging from his appearance, he was likely a thug posing as a monk or a fake monk with impure desires. I didn't know his name, so I'll just call him the fake monk. Several bundles of hemp rope of varying thicknesses were piled on the coffin. Just then, the fake monk leered at Xiaohui and asked, "Is it you? Is this your husband lying in there?"
Shufei remained silent. "Speak!" the fake monk suddenly roared, his eyes flashing with malice. I was startled by his sudden change in demeanor, not to mention Xiaohui, who was directly in the line of fire; her frail body trembled violently. But she still didn't respond, only trembling slightly in a pitiful way. "Take off her clothes!" the fake monk said coldly. Two men in black, one on each side, together removed Xiaohui's trench coat and threw it on the ground beside her. Underneath, Xiaohui wore only a white, thin-strapped blouse, revealing her shapely shoulders and half of her bare back; her smooth shoulders were incredibly sexy. But even the thin blouse couldn't conceal the curves of her body; the hem of the skirt only reached a little below her round, shapely buttocks, and her two straight, beautiful legs were dazzling. Xiao Hui, in this state, was like a holy goddess ready to sacrifice herself. Although I couldn't bear to leave her behind, the thought of how she would be shamefully violated and abused in front of Bo Lin's body and memorial tablet, as well as his colleagues and relatives, made my lower body unconsciously harden again. "Let go of your hands! Don't cover up!" Just as I was lost in reverie, I suddenly heard the fake monk shout. Xiao Hui's hands were immediately grabbed by two men in black beside her. "Hmph, what's this? Why are your breasts wet? What happened?" The fake monk stared at Xiao Hui's alluring breasts under her sexy thin shirt with his gleaming lewd eyes. Xiao Hui had her back to me, so I couldn't see what was happening on her chest, but I could guess she was still breastfeeding, and they hadn't made her wear a bra... Thinking of this, my penis shamelessly hardened again, throbbing painfully... Losing Shu Fei, I missed Xiao Hui even more after two months apart. I wondered what she had become during this time, so when no one was looking, I sneaked into the room, using the tables, chairs, and piles of cardboard boxes as cover, and slowly circled around to the other side, hiding behind a pile of cardboard boxes very close to her. Finally, I saw her beautiful face, as always. My Xiao Hui had a delicate face, and although she looked somewhat sad, she wasn't haggard. It seemed that Brother Biao hadn't treated her too badly during this time. Or perhaps, it was all for this moment. According to what I had heard Brother Biao say before, after her husband's funeral today, Xiao Hui and her two young daughters would be sold to a buyer, beginning an even crueler life. So, for the sake of the "product's" perfection, Brother Biao hadn't ravaged her beyond recognition. My gaze moved down from her face, lingering on her breasts, which were straining against the thin straps of her top. A surge of heat rushed to my head. Those two beautiful, snow-white peaks seemed even fuller than two months ago, accentuating Xiao Hui's sexy collarbones, slender arms and waist, and her fair, satin-like skin—it was simply breathtaking! I knew this was probably Xuecun's handiwork. Xiao Hui must have been forced to drink his specially prepared lactation-promoting soup every day to clear her milk ducts, and she had been cruelly bound and sculpted with ropes to ensure that her slender and delicate parts were completely free of excess fat, resulting in such a breathtakingly alluring body. And just as the fake monk had said, the tops of her breasts, strained by the thin fabric, had two wet patches about the size of a fifty-yuan coin, revealing eight or nine parts of her pink nipples. "Is it breast milk? Are you still breastfeeding?" the fake monk asked excitedly, his fingers gently teasing the erect nipples from bottom to top. "No..." Being toyed with in front of her husband's corpse, Xiao Hui struggled in shame and pain, but the two men in black held her wrists, making it impossible for her to escape. Thick breast milk seeped through the thin fabric, forming white, cloudy strands on her fingertips. "I didn't know the widow was still breastfeeding today. Looks like this is going to be exciting, hehe!" The fake monk put his milk-covered fingers in his mouth, sucking on them. "In that case, we must examine these breasts first..." He pulled his saliva-covered fingers out of his mouth, and his two large hands ruthlessly kneaded Xiao Hui's breasts, his fingers twisting her swollen nipples through her clothes. "No... what are you doing... um... stop..." Xiao Hui struggled violently, and instantly her breast milk leaked uncontrollably, quickly soaking her entire undershirt. The cloudy liquid seeped through the fabric from her nipples, dripping onto the fake monk's hands and arms, dripping onto the ground. "So much... haha..." The lecherous man didn't let go; instead, he used even more force and roughness. Xiao Hui groaned in shame and pain as milk weakly spurted out from under her transparent thin shirt. "Such a powerful milk supply..." The fake monk's eyes widened, his face filled with incredulous excitement. He released her, and Xiao Hui's slender legs went weak. She could barely stand, panting heavily, held up by the two men in black. Her thin one-piece dress was completely soaked with milk, clinging transparently to her alluring body. Breast milk continued to flow down her thighs, and white liquid oozed from her high heels. "Your body is very sensitive, isn't it? You can't even stand like this?" The fake monk then flicked her nipples. "I didn't...stop...uh...stop..." She writhed like a worm. I watched from the side, filled with rage, but I hadn't seen Xiao Hui in so long. Her current appearance made it impossible for me to look away, and my heart was pounding like a drum. My penis shamelessly wouldn't go soft. "Come here! Before the funeral begins, I'll have a taste!" The lecherous man pulled Xiao Hui over and pressed her down onto Bai Lin's coffin, beginning to tear at her soaked thin clothes. "No...not here...uh...don't do this..." Xiao Hui cried and struggled. "How about it? Do you feel guilty? Ashamed? Or are you actually excited?... " The fake monk grinned grotesquely, then looked up at the men in black and shouted, "Come here and help hold her legs! Take off those annoying high heels too, we're going to make her change into mourning clothes later!" "No!... Bolin... Waaah..." Xiao Hui was held down by two big men, the fake monk straddling her, his large hands tearing clothes with a few quick strokes. Xiao Hui was already stripped naked on her husband's coffin, and then even her panties were about to be removed. "Stop... Stop... I don't want to..." Xiao Hui desperately squeezed her thighs together to resist, not wanting her last piece of privacy to be exposed in front of her deceased husband. "Damn it!" The fake monk released her and roared, "You won't listen to me! I've brought my two daughters here too!" "No! No! Please, please let them go..." Xiao Hui stopped struggling and grabbed the fake monk's arm, pleading desperately. "Sure, if you behave and do as I say, there won't be any problems." Xiao Hui bit her lip, clear tears streaming down her beautiful eyes. "Want it?" the fake monk asked loudly. "Mmm..." She gave up struggling and weakly responded. Seeing that the threat was effective, the fake monk lewdly pulled off her soaking wet panties from her legs, rubbed them, and threw them aside. Now completely naked, Xiao Hui huddled on her deceased husband's coffin lid, trembling with shame as she clenched her bare genitals. "Okay, hehe, get up, sit on your husband's coffin, open your legs." Faced with this excessive demand, she shook her head in sorrow and shame. "Or do you want your daughter to take your place? Is her name Xiao Youxi? I brought her here yesterday, she's in another room now." "No! No!" Xiao Hui pleaded in panic. "Then do as I say." the fake monk said coldly. Xiao Hui had no choice but to sit up, her body completely naked. I saw her beautiful, white feet trembling, and I completely understood her pain. She couldn't possibly do such a thing on Bai Lin's transparent coffin lid, but that lecherous man was threatening her with Xiao Youxi and Xiao Pingguo. As a mother (though she had long since lost her motherhood), she had no other choice. "Hurry up!" the fake monk shouted. Xiao Hui closed her tearful eyes and slowly opened her legs. "Open them as wide as possible, but your toes can't touch the coffin. Who will help support her from behind?" "Mmm," Xiao Hui gasped softly, her bare feet dangling in the air as she bent her legs into a shameful M-shape, supported by the men in black behind her. "Open your eyes and look at your husband's face," the fake monk cruelly commanded. "No... let me go..." Xiao Hui shook her head frantically, pleading in fear. I couldn't even imagine what Bai Lin looked like now. That lecherous man actually dared to betray his husband, Xiao Hui, and make her look at his remains in this position. It was incredibly cruel. "If you dare to betray your husband, what are you afraid to look at! Open your eyes! If you don't open your eyes, I'll bring your two daughters to see!" Forced by him, Xiao Hui could only suppress her fear and lower her head. When she saw Bai Lin's remains inside the transparent coffin lid, she trembled violently. Tears of shame and fear, along with her constantly leaking breast milk, dripped onto the coffin. "So shameless? The milk is still dripping? And let me see your lower body. Don't move..."
The fake monk grabbed her snow-white thighs with both hands, pressed two thumbs on her soft mons pubis, and pulled her wet, red vulva apart. Her entire sticky vulva was fully exposed in front of her husband's remains under the coffin, and even the inside of her vagina could be clearly seen. "Ugh...no..." "Don't move!" Xiao Hui was scolded before she could struggle. She could only tremble and shed tears, her legs spread wide, her two sexy feet raised in the air, the tips of her slender toes clenched in shame. "It's full of lustful fluid inside, your husband will really die with his eyes wide open, hehe...look at him! Who gave you permission to turn your face away?" the fake monk said excessively, his rough fingers pressing and rubbing her clitoris above her vulva. "No! Don't!" Xiao Hui struggled violently. "Hold her tight! Don't let her move!" The man in black behind her obeyed, immediately grabbing her legs from behind, forcing her naked lower body to open even wider. Xiao Hui could only writhe in shame and pain, completely unable to escape the tragic fate of being played with on her husband's coffin. "Um...no...this will make me...uh...ah..." After a while, she pleaded with labored, panting breaths, "What will you do? Tell me...hehe." "Ugh...don't do this...don't do it on Bolin...ah...uh..." "If you don't tell me what will happen, how am I supposed to know why I can't do this to you on your dead husband?"
The fake monk's fingers continued to knead the wet, hardened clitoris. "Ugh... um... hmm..." Shufei could no longer suppress her intense moans. "So sensitive... Madam..." Suddenly, another finger was inserted into her burning vagina, and thick love fluid gushed out from the crevice. "No... ah... I... I'll pee... ah..." Xiaohui arched her jade neck, her legs and toes tensed up, and the mammary glands on her nipples secreted small bean-like drops of breast milk, which, after accumulating, turned into white fluid and slid down her excited body. "Just pee..." The fake monk's fingers were deeply inserted into Xiaohui's vagina, making a squelching sound, while his other hand continued to tease her sensitive clitoris. "Ugh... Bolin... uh... um uh..." Xiaohui moaned her deceased husband's name sadly, then convulsed violently, and the shameful urine could no longer be stopped, gushing out from the top of her vulva with the fake monk's fingers digging in, flowing down the coffin to the ground. "Tsk tsk tsk, so unbearable! Madam, you're too greedy. You even urinate on your husband's corpse. How can your poor husband be sent to the afterlife like this?" "Waaah... I'm sorry... Lin... I'm sorry..." Xiao Hui trembled violently with shame. "No need to apologize. Let me taste your delicious, juicy little pussy..." The fake monk pulled out his fingers, which were covered in juice, and once again peeled open her wet, red vulva. Despite her struggles and pleas, he still sucked on it!
"Ugh... um... ahh..." Xiao Hui's wet, glistening body tensed, her full breasts trembling alluringly, milk dripping faster and faster from her nipples. "Ugh... no..." The fake monk sucked hard, his tongue seemingly swirling inside, then with a "pop," he withdrew from her engorged vulva, and Xiao Hui let out a long, intense moan. The fake monk stared excitedly at her genitals, licking his lips, still wet with love juice, clearly not finished. "No... stop... don't... Bolin... is watching... umhh..." Xiao Hui pleaded, panting heavily, but the lecherous man once again roughly pulled open her vulva and sucked on it. "Uh..." Xiao Hui arched back, her face tilted back, moaning meaninglessly, her long, slender legs stretched taut from her instep to her toes. "Mmm... Chu..." "Ugh..." "Gurgle... Chu... Just..." "Ugh... Uh..." "Gurgle... Chu!..." "Uh... Uh... Uh uh..." "Chu..." ...The fake monk made her tremble violently against her husband's coffin again and again, until it was just barely squeezed out convulsions and moans, before he finally pulled his mouth away from her almost bright red vulva. Xiao Hui, whose jade bones were soft from the climax, no longer cared where she was lying. Even though the man in black and the fake monk were no longer holding her, she still didn't have the strength to close her legs, so she just lay there on the transparent coffin lid, moaning and panting, her naked genitals exposed above Bai Lin's still unburied body. But the fake monk didn't intend to let her rest. He simply took off his yellow robe and underwear, naked and with his erect penis, and climbed back onto the coffin. "Let's lick each other." "No... I won't... Ugh..." Seeing this, I unconsciously clenched my fists; it was hard to describe this contradictory feeling! Excitement suppressed my anger, numbing my brain. The reason for this was absolutely related to the place where this lecherous monk had violated Xiao Hui. The fake monk forcibly shoved his penis into Xiao Hui's mouth, and then used a reversed 69 position to perform oral sex on each other on Bai Lin's coffin. "Mmm...uh..." The fake monk on top writhed excitedly with his firm buttocks, his thick penis ravaging Xiao Hui's cute little mouth, while on the other side he spread Xiao Hui's thighs and licked her tender vulva with a slurping sound. "Ugh..." Xiao Hui's two beautiful legs were forced up into the air, writhing in utter shame as the fake monk's strong body and her husband's coffin pressed against her from above and below. Only her small hands struggled to push away the fake monk's lower body pressing against her face, but tragically, despite having already climaxed several times, she was no match for her naturally sensitive body. Just as the fake monk's penis was still hard and deeply inserted into her throat, she was sucked into orgasm again, her whole body trembling. "So sensitive... What kind of body is this? It's so enjoyable and fulfilling for a man to play with such a beauty. Even though her expression is so shy and she keeps resisting, she climaxes as soon as you touch her..." The fake monk panted excitedly as he climbed off Xiao Hui, his thick, throbbing penis, which had been swallowed by her, standing between her legs at an astonishing angle, almost touching her stomach. Then he pushed Xiao Hui's thighs apart, who was still lying on the coffin lid and hadn't caught her breath, knelt down, grasped his penis, and pressed the glans against her wet, hot vulva. "No...no...not here...um...um..." Xiao Hui struggled to escape, but the man in black grabbed her hands and pressed her against the coffin lid. The fake monk excitedly rubbed his hard glans against her muddy pubic flesh, and she immediately went limp and breathless, unable to resist. "Your husband is watching. We deliberately made him die with his eyes open, which was really good. It's so exciting!" "No...no..." Upon hearing this, Xiao Hui struggled again unwillingly, but at this moment the villain had already pressed against her narrow vaginal opening, and then with a slight force, his glans squeezed into her pubic hole and disappeared inside. "Ah..." She groaned, arching her body in a daze. "Feels good, doesn't it? You will fall in love with me in front of your deceased husband..." The fake monk gripped her slender waist with both hands and began to thrust. "No... um... no... ah... um... ah... I'm sorry... ah... Lin... woo... I'm sorry... woo..." "Sorry for what? Look at you... you clearly like this feeling..." The fake monk thrust his hips against Xiao Hui's naked lower body, making a slapping sound on Bai Lin's coffin lid. "No... ah... um... um... ah... um..." Xiao Hui tried to stay awake, biting her lower lip to keep quiet, but her moans were extinguished when the thick penis reached its full depth, only fueling his lust. From behind, I could see the fake monk's two swollen testicles hanging from his bare buttocks, slapping against Xiao Hui's white mons pubis with each thrust, her love juices splashing everywhere, a very lewd sight. "Mmm... so good... Madam's hole is so tight... truly a masterpiece... mmm... Madam... let's kiss..." "No... um..." Xiao Hui said no, but the fake monk had already pounced on her, pressing down on her and forcefully kissing her soft lips. "Damn it..." I gritted my teeth, my anger boiling, but my lower body was still hard. I didn't know whether I should rush out to save her, even though rushing out would only be futile and I would just get caught. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." The fake monk kissed her roughly, not forgetting to vigorously twist his buttocks and thrust his body. Xiao Hui's small mouth, which was occupied, kept making intense muffled moans. Her full breasts, which were pressed down by the strong male body, kept leaking milk from the gaps between her flesh. The coffin lid and the floor below were already wet with white. Gradually, her resistance lessened. With the fake monk's thrusting, her white naked body turned into a shameful trembling. Her tender tongue also surrendered, allowing him to suck on it. Seeing this, the fake monk kept his lips stuck to her mouth, but grabbed her hands one by one and placed them on the back of his neck. Then he held her and sat up. "Mmm...no...don't..." In the shy position of sitting face to face with his arms wrapped around the other's neck, Xiao Hui suddenly woke up and struggled again. "Be good, don't resist... I'll make you feel good..." The fake monk breathed heavily, his strong arms gripping Xiao Hui's lower back like iron bars, preventing her from escaping. "No! Let me go... Bai Lin is down there... uh... um... no... uh..." Xiao Hui desperately pushed against the fake monk's shoulders, but to him, it was like the strength of a mosquito. Moreover, her resistance only aroused his excitement. "My husband's eyes... are watching where I'm penetrating your body... so exciting... watch me fuck you to death..." The fake monk thrust his lower body repeatedly, making Xiao Hui's bones go weak, and even her attempts to say no were replaced by intense moans. "You like it, right? Watch me... um..." After he finished speaking, he suddenly buried his head in Xiao Hui's soft breasts, opening his mouth to bite her swollen nipple. "Ugh..." Poor Xiao Hui, her sexy body arched back, her slender waist was held by strong arms. Her abundant breast milk gushed out the moment her teeth bit down on her nipple, as if it had been pent up for a long time. The fake monk didn't have time to suck it in, and a white liquid gushed from the corner of his mouth. Little Apple's food was thus haphazardly ruined. "Ugh... Chu... Glug..." He grasped her swollen breasts and excitedly sucked on the freshly squeezed, hot breast milk, then thrust his lower body more violently. Xiao Hui was continuously groaning and lost in thought as she was pounded by the strong male organ. The entire heavy coffin creaked as they shook it. "Come... come kiss me..." The fake monk released his engorged nipple, his mouth full of milk, and grabbed Xiao Hui's limp arms again, wrapping them around the back of his neck, and then kissed her small mouth. "Mmm...uh..." Xiao Hui was powerless to resist, so she hugged him and sat shamefully on his lap, half willingly and half forced, lifting and twisting her buttocks, letting the thick penis fill her vagina and move in and out, while she groaned and entwined her tongue with the fake monk. "So good, now let's try this..." The fake monk enjoyed this position that made Xiao Hui ashamed of her deceased husband, and had sucked enough of her sweet and tender tongue, and wanted to try something new. He held Xiao Hui's slender fingers together, then lay back on the coffin lid and said to Xiao Hui straddling him, "It's your turn to move, making love like this on your husband's body, it must be extremely lewd and exciting!" "No..." Xiao Hui shook her head, and the fake monk lying below saw that she refused, so he started to move first. Xiao Hui groaned with shame and pain, the thick penis filling her vagina and with a section sticking out kept sliding, and her entire testicles were wet with lustful fluid. "Good girl, I'll make you feel good... Your husband never made you feel this good, did he?" The fake monk held Xiao Hui's two slender hands together, interlocking their fingers, and then rocked her back and forth with even more force. "Ugh... No... No... Bolin... Hmm... Down there... Ugh..." Xiao Hui shook her head in shame and pain, her naked body swaying as she rode the fake monk. Her once-piled hair had long since fallen loose, the messy strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks, neck, and shoulders. "Your husband's wasn't very good, was it? I've seen specimens..." the fake monk asked her excitedly. "No... Don't do this... Ugh..." "Isn't it uncomfortable when I do this to you? Like this!" The fake monk suddenly thrust his lower body upwards with force, and Xiao Hui, riding on top, let out a moan. If the fake monk hadn't held her hands together, she would have fallen backward long ago. "One more time!" "Mmm..." "Want more?" "Mmm..." The fake monk thrust again and again, her vagina filled with his penis. Xiao Hui, riding on his body, was like a delicate flower in a storm, swaying back and forth, making one worry that her slender waist might break. "It's your turn to move! Hurry!" the fake monk commanded, his breathing heavy. "No...mmm..." She gasped and shook her head, only to be thrust upwards again, her cries echoing throughout the morgue. "Move!" Xiao Hui was finally exhausted and could no longer resist. Her narrow vagina gripped the wet penis, resignedly lifting her buttocks. "Mmm...yes..." The fake monk closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. As Xiao Hui's movements became more skilled, his voice grew more excited: "Oh...""...That's it...mmm...so good...my wife is so good..." the fake monk groaned excitedly, his hands tightly gripping Xiao Hui's fingers, making her rise and fall shamefully on top of him. Her two snow-white, full breasts swayed up and down, the nipples occasionally spurting out milk. "Yes...oh...so good...faster...faster..." "Ugh...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui gasped as she continued to move, shaking her head in shame and pain. She was almost out of strength and was trembling, looking like she was about to climax. "Squat...squatting...it feels better..." the fake monk said with heavy breathing. "No...uh..." Xiao Hui pleaded, but was immediately thrust into again, finally obediently moving from her kneeling position on top of the fake monk to an even more shameful and lewd squatting position. "Yes...like this, I'm going to let go of your hands, you have to move properly..." The fake monk released his grip on Xiao Hui's fingers, instead grasping her ankles as she squatted on either side, bending her legs so she could reach behind her, using his knees to lift her buttocks. "Move faster...I'll let you off when you climax." Xiao Hui had no choice but to squat on her husband's transparent coffin lid, straddling another man, her buttocks clamping around his penis as she tried to lift herself. "Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..." she moaned shyly, her alluring breasts bouncing up and down, milk sloshing from them. The woman-on-top position made the impact of their naked bodies produce a slapping sound, their love juices rubbing together into a thick, sticky fluid that was constantly being pulled out in strands. "Ugh..." Finally, she placed her hands on the fake monk's knees behind her, arching her body and trembling violently. The fake monk must have sensed that she was about to climax, twisting his lower body a few times, rubbing the head of his penis deep inside her vagina against her melting clitoris, and then thrusting upwards forcefully! "Ugh..." Xiao Hui groaned, gripping the coffin lid tightly with her toes. "Was it good? Was it good?" the fake monk asked impatiently, panting, "Your vaginal fluid is gushing out! It feels so good on my glans! And it's so tight, mmm...it's amazing..." Xiao Hui convulsed several times before slowly collapsing onto the man. "You're done, but I'm not yet, get up! Let's try a different position!" The fake monk picked her up, pulling his thick, throbbing penis from her swollen vagina, the glans as black and shiny as a plump, poisonous mushroom. He placed Xiao Hui on the ground, making her wrap her arms around the back of his neck, then lifted one of her legs, holding his penis and pressing the glans against her wet vulva again. "Hold on tight, I'm going in!" With that, the glans forced its way into her vagina, and the entire penis slowly entered. "Mmm... ah..." Xiao Hui only had one foot on the ground, her beautiful toes rising high, her arms tightly wrapped around the fake monk's neck to keep her steady. "I'm going to start moving..." The fake monk pulled out a section of his penis and pushed it in again. "Ah..." "Feels good, doesn't it... there's more..." Then, he slowly increased his speed, lifting one of Xiao Hui's legs and thrusting in and out with a series of slapping sounds. "Ugh... mmm... ah..." Xiao Hui clung to him tightly, her whole body trembling from the thrusting, her erect nipples still leaking embarrassing breast milk. "This will get tiring, put your feet on it, and let your husband see clearly..." The fake monk stopped panting, lifting Xiao Hui's leg onto the coffin and letting her bare feet step on it. Xiao Hui, already weak from being played with, did not resist, letting the fake monk do as he pleased, her arms still tightly wrapped around the back of his neck. "Let's continue, hehe, this way it's right above my husband's face, he should be able to see everything clearly..." "Mmm...mmm...woo..." The penis continued to thrust in and out, the fake monk kissed her small mouth, their lips and tongues intertwined. I was burning with jealousy, yet conflictedly excited, unconsciously rubbing my own penis. "Get out!" Suddenly a loud shout came from behind me, it was the voice of Brother Biao that terrified me, even if I'm buried in the ground I'll never forget it! Before my heart could even jump to my throat, a large, fan-like hand grabbed my neck, shoved aside the hidden cardboard box, and pushed me to the coffin where the fake monk and Xiao Hui were shamefully having sex. "Mmm..." Xiao Hui, dazed from being fucked, was startled awake by the sound. She opened her beautiful eyes, and the moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes... ======================================== Xiao Hui was taken to the morgue, where two large men used soap and hot water to wash her body, which was covered in the stench, saliva, and semen of the fake monk. When she was brought back, Brother Biao had already beaten me to the ground, unable to stand. "Master! How are you?" She struggled in panic, trying to run to see my injuries, but was grabbed. "Hui... I'm fine, don't worry," I forced a smile, my face bruised and swollen, to reassure her. "You say you're fine? You... you're injured like this... why did you come to me? Why were you so foolish?"
She choked back tears, her voice trembling with emotion, but the tears that streamed down her face were tears of gratitude and joy. "Because you are my woman... I can't leave you... Oh!" I had barely finished speaking when Brother Biao kicked me hard in the stomach again. "Master!" she cried out, yelling angrily at Brother Biao, "Don't hit him! I'll do whatever you want with me! Just don't lay a hand on him!" "Hmph, I remember saying that if you dare to come back to this little cow, I'll make sure you never see the sun again, right?" Brother Biao coldly looked at me, who was curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain. "Let me... be with her... She was punished alone... at her husband's funeral... It's so pitiful..." I pleaded through gritted teeth. "No! I'm fine! This is enough, you haven't forgotten me, I'm already so happy... Don't worry about me anymore, quickly beg them to let you go!" Xiao Hui cried. "Hmph, a pair of sluts, fine!" Brother Biao sneered. "Let the adulterer join us today. We'll decide how to punish you after this. You'd better be prepared!" "No... let him go... let my master go..." Xiao Hui continued to cry and plead for me. "Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll kill this worm right now!" Xiao Hui dared not utter another sound, only able to watch me with tears streaming down her face and sobbing. "Hehe, you really did a good job as a worm!" Brother Biao said sourly. "To save this worm, you'll have to drink this bowl of extra-strength lactation-inducing soup!" Brother Biao held a bowl of soup, even darker than the one he had given Xiao Hui before, and brought it to her lips. Xiao Hui closed her eyes and obediently opened her mouth, drinking it all in one gulp. "Next, we'll tie up your lewd body a bit, then you'll have to change into mourning clothes. The guests attending the funeral will be arriving in half an hour. You'll have to go outside in mourning clothes to greet them," Brother Biao said. So poor Xiao Hui's pristine white body was bound tightly with hemp rope by the fake monk, her swollen breasts also bound and tightly with rope, her dripping nipples secured with thinner hemp rope. After her body was bound in this shameful armor, the fake monk first made her put on a pair of coarse hemp underwear. He couldn't imagine how unbearable it would be for such rough, flesh-gripping material to be pressed against a woman's delicate, sensitive private parts. Next, he threw another set of coarse hemp mourning clothes and straw sandals in front of Xiao Hui, first helping her put them on her naked body bound only with hemp rope, then making her step into the tight straw sandals with her bare, snow-white feet. "So sexy, hehe, such a widow is truly tempting to commit a crime, I must thoroughly ravage her..."
the fake monk breathed heavily, unable to suppress his admiration, while Brother Biao also wore a satisfied smile. Xiao Hui was so ashamed that she didn't know how to behave. Her mourning clothes were made of coarse hemp, and her naked body was barely visible underneath. Her breasts were still being pushed up by her nipples, which were slowly leaking milk. Her slender waist was tied with a hemp belt, and the mourning clothes only covered half of her thighs. Below that were her two long, white, jade-like legs and her delicate bare feet wearing only straw sandals...

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