Xiao Hui, the dairy cow at the funeral home

The funeral service 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 supposedly "laundered" his image. However, even a fool knows he's just a white-skinned black-hearted coward. 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 pale streetlights quietly illuminated the road.

The situation inside the funeral home was even more unsettling than outside. Under the cover of night, the dark buildings looked like ghostly shadows. Of the dozen or so memorial halls, only two or three had lights shining through, and there were faint chanting sounds. The atmosphere was extremely eerie and terrifying.

I suppressed my tingling fear and walked towards the most brightly lit memorial hall. When I reached the door, I looked up and, sure enough, the plaque above it read "Bolin's Funeral Service."

Looking further inside, the venue was already set up. A large photograph of Bolin hung high amidst a sea of flowers, his smile radiant. If the dead could know, his feelings at this moment would likely be the complete opposite of those in the photograph.
Several men in black were present; they didn't seem like good people. I dared not enter rashly, so 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 hurried over.

Reaching the door, I peeked through the crack against the wall. Instantly, I heard my heart pounding. Inside, a graceful figure stood with her back to me—it was Han Zhihui, the woman I longed for.

Xiao Hui's beautiful hair was simply styled in a bun, revealing her ivory-like nape. The long trench coat she wore, along with the elegant high heels on her slender feet, were the same ones she wore months ago when she risked everything to rescue me. Since that day, the time she'd been clothed was countable on one hand; the majority of the time she'd been bound by ropes. Thinking of this, my heart ached with sorrow and reluctance.

Beside her were two men in black, presumably Biao Ge's men who had escorted her. Even from behind, Xiao Hui, sandwiched between them, appeared exceptionally fragile and moving.

I shifted my attention to the surroundings and realized with a start that this was the back of the mourning hall. A coffin with a specially made transparent glass lid sat there so starkly, and 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 probably a rogue in disguise or a fake monk with impure desires. I don't know his name, so let's 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 Xiao Hui and asked, "Is it you? Is this your husband lying in here?"
Shu Fei responded with silence.

"Speak!" the fake monk suddenly roared,

his eyes flashing with malice. I was startled by his sudden change in demeanor, not to mention Xiao Hui, who was directly in the path; her frail body trembled violently.

But she still didn't respond, only trembling slightly in pitiful fear.

"Take off her clothes!" the fake monk said coldly.

Two men in black, one on each side, together removed Xiao Hui's trench coat and threw it on the ground beside her.

Underneath, Xiao Hui wore only a white spaghetti-strap blouse, revealing her shapely shoulders and half-naked back; her smooth shoulder blades were incredibly sexy.

Even though the thin, plain dress couldn't conceal her exposed curves, the skirt barely reaching her rounded, shapely buttocks, revealing two slender, beautiful legs that were dazzling.

Xiao Hui, in this state, was like a sacred goddess ready to sacrifice herself. Although I couldn't bear to leave her, the thought of her being shamefully violated and abused today in front of Bo Lin's body and memorial tablet, and his colleagues and relatives, made my lower body unconsciously harden again.

"Let go! Don't cover up!"

Just as I was lost in reverie, I suddenly heard the fake monk shout, and 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's lewd eyes stared at Xiao Hui's alluring breasts beneath her sexy, thin dress.

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...

Having lost Shu Fei, I missed Xiao Hui even more after two months apart. I wondered what she was like during this time. So, taking advantage of the fact that 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 Brother Biao had told me 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 blouse. 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 masterpiece. 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 an alluring body that took my breath away.

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 violated 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, but instead used even more force and roughness. Xiao Hui groaned in shame and pain, and 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 on either side. Her thin one-piece dress was completely soaked with milk, clinging to her alluring body completely transparently. 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... umm... stop..."

She writhed like a worm, and I watched from the side. Although I was furious, I hadn't seen Xiao Hui in a long time, and her current appearance made it impossible for me to look away. My heart was pounding, and 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 forced her down onto Bai Lin's coffin, beginning to tear at her soaked thin clothes.

"No... not here... sob... don't do this..." Xiao Hui cried and struggled.

"How about it? Do you feel guilty? Ashamed? Or even 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 listen to me, 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 together.
"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 an M-shape, a shameful position.

"Open your eyes and look at your husband's face," the fake monk cruelly commanded.

"No... let me go..."

Xiao Hui shook her head violently, pleading in fear. I couldn't even imagine what Bai Lin looked like now. That lecherous man was actually going to betray her husband, making Xiao Hui look at her husband's remains in this position. It was unimaginably cruel.
"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 face inside the transparent coffin, 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 face 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 bent and her two sexy feet raised in the air, the tips of her slender toes clenched in shame.

"It's full of vaginal fluid, your husband will 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 the clitoris at the top of 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, completely unable to escape the tragic fate of being played with on her husband's coffin.

"Um... no... this will make me... um 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 Bai Lin... ah... um ah..."

"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 rub the wet, hard clitoris.

"Ugh... um... hmm..." Shu Fei 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..." Xiao Hui 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 finger was deeply inserted into Xiao Hui's vagina, making a squelching sound, while his other hand continued to tease her sensitive clitoris.

"Ugh... Bolin... Uh... Mmm..."

Xiao Hui groaned sadly, calling out her deceased husband's name, and then convulsed violently. The shameful urine could no longer be stopped, and with the fake monk's fingers digging in, it gushed out from the top of her vulva, 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 juices, and once again spread open her wet, red vulva. Despite her struggles and pleas, he still sucked on it!
"Waaah... um... ah..."

Xiao Hui tensed her wet, glistening body, her full breasts trembling alluringly, milk dripping faster and faster from her nipples.

"Waaah... no..."

The fake monk sucked hard, his tongue seemingly swirling inside, and 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, which were still full of love juice, clearly not yet finished.

"No...stop...don't...Bai Lin...is watching...uh..."

Xiao Hui gasped and begged with all her might, but the lecherous man once again pulled open her vulva more roughly and sucked on it.

"Uh..."

Xiao Hui arched back, tilted her face up and groaned meaninglessly, her slender legs stretched into a straight line from the instep to the toes as she bent her legs in the air.

"Mmm... Chu..."

"Ugh..."

"Glug... Chu... Just...

" "Ugh... Uh..."

"Snort... 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, her body weak with orgasm, 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, just lying 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, his penis erect, 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 man had violated Xiao Hui.
The fake monk forcibly shoved his penis into Xiao Hui's mouth, and then, in a 69 position with heads and feet reversed, they performed oral sex on each other on Bai Lin's coffin.

"Mmm...uh..." The fake monk's firm buttocks writhed excitedly on top, his thick penis ravaging Xiao Hui's cute little mouth, while on the other end, he spread Xiao Hui's thighs and licked her tender vulva with a slurping sound.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Hui's two beautiful legs were forced into the air, and in extreme shame, she writhed in agony as the fake monk's strong body and her husband's coffin were squeezed together, leaving only her small hands to struggle, trying to push away the fake monk's lower body pressing against her face.
But tragically, her body, which had already climaxed several times, was no match for her naturally sensitive constitution. 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 pleasurable and fulfilling for a man to play with such a beauty. Even though she's so shy and keeps resisting, she climaxes so easily..." The fake monk panted excitedly.
He climbed off Xiao Hui, his thick, throbbing member, which had been swallowed by her, standing erect 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, unable to catch her breath, knelt down, grasped his own 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 in front of her grabbed her hands and pressed her against the coffin lid. The fake monk excitedly rubbed the hard glans against her muddy pubic flesh, and she immediately went limp, panting and unable to resist.

"Your husband is watching. We deliberately left him with his eyes open, looking like he died with his eyes wide open. It's really just right, so exciting!"

"No...no..." Xiao Hui struggled desperately again upon hearing this, but by then the scoundrel had already pressed against her narrow vaginal opening, and with a slight force, his glans squeezed into her vaginal opening and disappeared inside.

"Ah..." She groaned, arching her body in a daze.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You'll 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...uh...no...ah...uh...ah...I'm sorry...ah...Lin...woo...I'm sorry...woo..."

"Sorry for what? Look at you...you clearly really like this feeling..." The fake monk thrust again and again, swinging his hips against Xiao Hui's naked lower body, making a slapping sound against Bai Lin's coffin lid.
"No...ah...uh...uh...ah...uh..." Xiao Hui tried to stay awake, biting her lower lip to keep quiet, but her moans were extinguished as the thick penis reached its hilt. Her soft, panting moans only fueled his lust.

From behind, I could see the fake monk's bare buttocks with two swollen testicles dangling from them. With each thrust, they slapped against Xiao Hui's white mons pubis, splashing her love juice everywhere—a truly lewd sight.

"Mmm...so good...Madam's pussy is so tight...truly a masterpiece...mmm...Madam...let's kiss..."

"No...uh..." 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 penis 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'd just get caught.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

The fake monk kissed her roughly, thrusting his hips and lunging forward with all his might. Xiao Hui's mouth, occupied, emitted heavy, muffled moans. Milk dripped from the gaps between her full breasts, which were pressed down by the strong male body, leaving a white, wet patch on the coffin lid and the floor below.

Gradually, her resistance lessened, and in sync with the fake monk's thrusts, her white naked body trembled with shame. Her delicate tongue was also captured, allowed to be sucked in his mouth.

Seeing this, the fake monk kept his lips pressed against hers, but then grabbed her hands and placed them behind her neck, then lifted her up to sit.

"Mmm...no...don't..." In the shy position of sitting face-to-face with her arms wrapped around his neck, Xiao Hui suddenly came to her senses and struggled again.

"Be good, don't resist...I'll make you feel good..." The fake monk breathed heavily, his strong arms holding Xiao Hui's waist tightly like iron bars, preventing her from escaping.

"No! Let me go... Bolin 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 kept thrusting his lower body, making Xiao Hui's bones go weak, and even when she wanted to say no, she was 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 and opened his mouth to bite down on her swollen nipple.

"Um..." Poor Xiao Hui, her sexy body arched back, but her slender waist was held by strong arms.
The 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 up, and a white liquid gushed from the corner of his mouth. Little Apple's food was thus ruined.

"Mmm... Chu... Glug..."

He grasped her swollen breasts, excitedly sucking on the freshly squeezed, hot breast milk, then thrust his lower body even more violently. Xiao Hui was continuously groaning and lost in thought as the strong male organ pounded into her. The entire heavy coffin creaked as they shook it.
"Come... come kiss me..." The fake monk released his lips from her engorged nipples, his mouth full of milk, and grabbed Xiao Hui's limp arms again, wrapping them around the back of his neck, then kissed her small mouth.

"Mmm... Mmm..." 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 and the fake monk entwined their tongues and moaned.

"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, tender tongue, and wanted to try something new.

He held Xiao Hui's slender fingers, then lay back on the coffin lid and said to Xiao Hui, who was straddling him, "It's your turn to move. Making love like this on your husband's body will be incredibly lewd and exciting!"

"No..." Xiao Hui shook her head. Seeing her refusal, the fake monk lying below her began to move himself. Xiao Hui moaned in shame and pain as the thick penis, filling her vulva and with a section protruding, slid back and forth, its testicles soaked with wet, lustful fluid.

"Good girl, I'll make you feel good... Your husband never made you feel this good, did he?" The fake monk pressed his hands against Xiao Hui's slender palms, interlocking his fingers with hers, and then moved back and forth with even more force.

"Ugh... No... No... Bolin... Hmm... Below... Hmm ah..." 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 sweat-drenched 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...ooh..."

"Doesn't it feel good when I do this to you? Like this!" The fake monk suddenly thrust his lower body upwards with force, and Xiao Hui, who was riding on top, let out a moan. If the fake monk hadn't held her hands by her fingers, she would have fallen backwards long ago.

"One more time!"

"Mmm..."

"Want more?"

"Mmm..."

The fake monk thrust again and again, and Xiao Hui, riding on the man's body, was like a delicate flower in a storm, being pushed back and forth, making one worry that her slender waist might break.

"It's your turn to move! Hurry up!" The fake monk commanded with heavy breathing.

"No...ooh..." She shook her head, panting, and was thrust upwards again, her cries echoing throughout the morgue.

"Move!"

Xiao Hui was finally exhausted and could no longer resist. Her narrow hole gripped the wet man's penis, and she resignedly raised her buttocks.
"Mmm...yes..." The fake monk closed his eyes and enjoyed it. As Xiao Hui's movements became more and more skilled, his voice became more excited: "Oh...that's it...mmm...so good...my wife is so good..."

The fake monk groaned excitedly, his hands tightly holding Xiao Hui's ten fingers, making her rise and fall shamefully on top of him. Her two snow-white and full breasts swayed up and down, and her nipples occasionally spurted 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. She looked like she was about to climax.

"Squat...do it squatting...it's more enjoyable..." the fake monk said with heavy breathing.

"No...uh..." Xiao Hui pleaded, but was immediately thrust into again. Finally, she obediently moved from the 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 need 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 her. 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.

"Is it good? Is 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 with force, her arms tightly wrapped around the neck of the fake monk opposite her to keep her balance.

"Let's start moving..." The fake monk pulled out a section of his penis and pushed it back in.

"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 slapping sound.

"Ugh...mmm...ah..." Xiao Hui struggled to hold him tight, her whole body trembling from the thrusting, her erect nipples still oozing 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 stand barefoot 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.

"Hmm..." 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...

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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 out, her voice trembling with emotion, but the tears that flowed were tears of gratitude and joy.

"Because you're 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 in alarm, yelling angrily at Brother Biao, "Don't hit him! I'll do whatever you want! 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's alone... being punished at her husband's funeral... It's so pitiful..." I pleaded through gritted teeth.

"No! I'm fine! This is enough. I'm already happy that you haven't forgotten me... Don't worry about me anymore, quickly beg them to let you go!" Xiao Hui cried.

"Hmph, a pair of bitches, fine!" Brother Biao sneered, "Let the adulterer participate today too. After it's over, we'll decide how to punish you. 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 male worm right now!"

Xiao Hui dared not make a sound anymore, only able to watch my condition with tears streaming down her face and sobbing.

"Hehe, you male worm really did a good job!" Brother Biao said sourly.

"To save this worm, you'll have to drink this 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 drank it all in one gulp.

"Next, I'll bind your wanton body a bit, then you'll have to change into mourning clothes. The guests for the funeral will be arriving in half an hour, and you'll have to go outside to greet them in full mourning clothes," Brother Biao said.

So poor Xiao Hui's fair body was bound tightly with hemp rope by the fake monk, her breasts, swollen with milk, were also bound tightly with rope, and her constantly dripping nipples were tied up with thin hemp rope.

After her body was bound in shame, the fake monk first gave her a pair of coarse hemp underwear to wear. It was unimaginable how unbearable it would be for such rough, flesh-gripping material to be pressed against a woman's delicate and sensitive private parts.

Then, he threw another set of coarse hemp mourning clothes and straw sandals in front of Xiao Hui, first helping her dress her naked body, which was only bound with hemp rope, and then telling her to step into the straw sandals with her bare, snow-white feet.

"So sexy, hehe, such a widow is truly tempting to commit a crime, I must ravage her properly..."
The fake monk breathed heavily and couldn't help but exclaim, while Brother Biao also showed a smug smile.

Only Xiao Hui was so ashamed that she didn't know how to behave. The mourning clothes were made of coarse hemp, and her naked body was barely visible underneath. Her breasts were still being pushed up by the nipples that were slowly leaking milk, and her slender waist was tied with hemp rope. Moreover, the mourning clothes only covered half of her thighs, below which were two long, white, jade-like legs and slender bare feet wearing only straw sandals...

[The End]

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