Rape of widows

"Hehehehe...you filthy bitch, what are you pretending to be so righteous for? That snot-nosed blond kid is a man, and so am I. Can't I make you feel good just the same? I've played with so many women, but I've never played with one that hasn't blossomed yet. I'm so excited, and she's hairless too. Even the Goddess Nuwa knows my heart, sending me such a little slut. Today, hehehe, you can scream your lungs out and no one will pay attention to you..."

With a "tear!"

Fu Gen's demonic hand trembled slightly as he grabbed Qiu Xiang's thin, cool shirt and tore it in half. She wasn't wearing a bra. A cool sensation on her chest revealed two perky, round, snow-white breasts that trembled like snow lotuses. Her breasts were already fully developed, not as large as those of a mature woman, but small and perky. The pink nipples were like open buds. After all, she was still inexperienced and looked tender and cute.

Fu Gen's eyes widened, drool dripping, and he was about to make a move to grope the pretty widow.

Qiu Xiang, her face flushed and tears streaming down her cheeks, looked pitiful. She clutched her chest with her arms, took a few steps back, and curled up in a corner near the roots of an old tree. Her tight jeans were still on her legs, which she squeezed together. She looked at Fu Gen in terror, shaking her head desperately, crying out, "No, please, Fu Gen, you're taking advantage of us, a widow and her child! My first time is for the person I love! You're a pervert! Get away! Get away!"

Fu Gen suddenly grabbed Qiu Xiang's arm, chuckling wickedly, "Your slut is really something. She's almost forty, and I drugged and raped her, although..." "Your naked cunt feels good to me, but I still think you're better off. Let me taste your virginity, and then you and your mother can both have fun with me. What do you say?"

Qiu Xiang bit her cherry lips and shook her head, saying, "You'll die a horrible death. My mother has been a widow for over ten years, always upholding the virtues of a wife. How could you... how could you... Don't touch me..."

As she spoke, she looked at the old tree behind her, her eyes filled with both longing and despair, pleading, "Goddess Nuwa, if you have a spirit, don't let Xiang'er suffer this humiliation. Xiang'er would rather die to preserve her chastity. Goddess Nuwa, grant my wish."

With that, she pushed Fu Gen away and turned to smash her head against the old tree.

Fu Gen panicked and rushed forward to pull her back, but it was too late. Qiu Xiang's head had already hit the tree. When she turned her face, a drop of blood was on her fair forehead, and two streams of blood flowed down her jade-like face. She was already dazed and let Fu Gen pull her along, swaying unsteadily.

Fu Gen was shocked. He felt a sense of awe for such a chaste and virtuous woman, but his lust was irresistible. He pulled the dazed Qiu Xiang into his arms, but he couldn't laugh now. Looking at Qiu Xiang's bloodied face, he said viciously, "You can't die, you little wench. I've been with so many women, but I've never seen anyone like you. If you dare to die, I'll tell the clan chief that your mother seduced me and couldn't stand the loneliness. Think about it, who will they believe in our village? What will happen to your mother if you die?"

Qiu Xiang thought of her humiliated mother, and her heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Tears streamed down her face, washing away the blood and leaving a white, jade-like trail. She weakly hit Fu Gen's chest, too weak to speak. With difficulty, she said, "You bad man, why do you bully us women? Isn't your mother a woman? Are you trying to drive us to our deaths? I was just afraid my mother would suffer. How can a woman live with the face of a scoundrel like you? I only went along with you, and you still..." " You're pushing your luck, you filthy scoundrel! Even the Goddess Nuwa won't let you get away with this!"

Fu Gen looked at the fierce widow and grew increasingly fond of her. He gently wiped the bloodstains from her face with his torn clothes and said, "Xiang'er, before, I only thought about how fun it would be to play with you, a pretty widow. But you're so filial, and I, Fu Gen, am not a completely evil person. As long as you submit to me, along with your mother, the three of us can enjoy the pleasures of love. I'll even marry you, so the villagers won't know about my affair with your mother. Isn't that

killing two birds with one stone?" Qiu Xiang was too weak to push this rogue away and said, "Dream on! You filthy rogue! I'd rather marry a pig or a dog than marry a heartless freak like you. Don't think that just because your grandfather is the clan chief, you can run rampant in the village. Heaven will punish you."

Fu Gen was furious. He suddenly pressed Qiu Xiang against the tree trunk and chuckled wickedly, sticking out his rough tongue to lick the bloodstains on Qiu Xiang's face. Qiu Xiang shook her head in disgust, trying to break free. Fu Gen said, "Fine, you little bitch, you won't listen to reason, so I'll take you today."

With that, he kissed Qiu Xiang's cherry lips. Qiu Xiang was so overwhelmed by the lewd smell of this rogue that she almost couldn't breathe. She hardened her heart and bit Fu Gen's lips with her pearly teeth.

"Ah..."

Fu Gen suddenly took a few steps back, covering his mouth, probably because Qiu Xiang had bitten his lip. The pain made his facial muscles twitch, and his mouth was full of blood. He pointed at Qiu Xiang and cursed, "You motherfucker, you little bitch, you dare to bite me!"

"Slap!" A slap landed, making Qiu Xiang slump against the tree roots. She had already hit the tree, and now she almost fainted. Her trembling little hand wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but she was much stronger. She glared fiercely at Fu Gen, and said with a miserable smile, "I will not submit to you, not even if I die!"

Then she murmured affectionately towards the village, "Mom, take care, Xiao Yao, Xiang'er will always be yours, even in death."

After saying that, she got up. The old tree was on the edge of the cliff of Phoenix Mountain. No one usually came here, but Fu Gen was afraid that others would find out, so he brought Qiu Xiang here. He never expected that Qiu Xiang would be the place to commit suicide.

He scrambled to his feet, ran a few steps, and charged towards the cliff behind the old tree. Fu Gen yelled, "No!"

Qiu Xiang smiled faintly, her beauty tinged with sorrow. She had just reached a meter from the cliff when a figure lunged at her…

I wondered why I could only hear her voice but not see her.

This Phoenix Mountain is no ordinary mountain. If you're not familiar with it, you can't find your way. The elders say that Taihao created the Eight Trigrams,

and every blade of grass and tree on this mountain is designed according to them. Outsiders who come to worship Nuwa have only two paths: one is like entering a maze, unable to find their way back, destined to starve or become dinner for the mountain's wolves and tigers; the other is waiting for the villagers to rescue them, but even if they are rescued, the path back is different.

I rarely come here to worship Nuwa. I found the path to the Nuwa Temple only by relying on my childhood memories. The villagers are familiar with the Eight Trigrams and naturally wouldn't get lost.

Hearing Qiu Xiang's cries for help, I became dizzy. What kind of place is this? I heard Qiu Xiang and Fu Gen's conversation clearly, but I couldn't find them anywhere. Hearing that Qiu Xiang was suicidal, I was frantic, like an ant on a hot plate.

There was no time to lose, so I knelt down abruptly and prayed towards the direction of the Nuwa Temple, asking to be rescued. After praying, there was no response, but I heard a gentle breeze and a sliver of sunlight filtering through the grass. I tried to part the grass, which was a meter taller than me, and lo and behold, the beautiful widow was running towards the cliff.

I rushed out of the grass, grabbed the injured widow, and rolled a few times on the ground. The momentum was too great, and I tumbled to the edge of the cliff. The fragrant widow in my arms, her upper body bare, instinctively clung to my waist. She looked up and saw me, overjoyed, and burst into tears. Her body twisted—oh no!

A protruding rock on the cliff edge couldn't support our weight.

"Don't move!"

Before I could even shout, the rock beneath us began to slide down. The pretty widow, disregarding everything, sobbed in my arms, oblivious to the impending doom.

With a crash, the rock slid down. My eyes reddened with despair; this was it!

The rock crashed and clattered to the bottom of the cliff, the sound barely audible. In my panic, I grabbed a thick root of an old tree extending from the edge of the precipice. The pretty widow then realized what was happening. Looking down, she saw a howling wind blowing from the misty cliff. Her face paled instantly. Instinctively, she clung to my waist, too terrified to utter a word.

I swallowed hard. The weight of both of us felt like my arm was about to break, and I was only holding onto the tree root with one hand. My strength was limited, and I was struggling to breathe, my face flushed red. I held Qiu Xiang tightly around the waist with one hand, but the feeling of falling made it almost impossible for me to hold her.

I managed a weak smile at Qiu Xiang, who looked at me with teary eyes, feeling that we would both die like this. She shook her head and said, "Let go of me, Xiaoyao, or we'll both die." I

chuckled, my face as red as an eggplant, and said, "No, I won't let go of you. If we die, we'll die together."

Qiu Xiang was moved to tears and said, "That's enough, that's enough."

She was about to let go when I, filled with both anxiety and anger, grabbed her hand just as she was about to fall. The old tree root couldn't hold on any longer and creaked as it was pulled halfway down from the ground. We fell a little further, and the momentum of the fall almost made me lose my grip on Qiu Xiang's hand. Instinctively, Qiu Xiang kicked wildly and managed to grab a rock on the cliff.

Now my burden was much lighter. I glared at Qiu Xiang and said angrily, "What are you doing? Do you think dying is so easy? What will happen to your mother if you die?"

Qiu Xiang sobbed and just shook her head.

"Hey, you brat, you ruined my plans twice. You're getting your comeuppance, aren't you? You thought you were a hero saving a damsel in distress, but you've lost your life. It's not worth it."

Fu Gen poked his head out from the edge of the cliff, holding a large rock in his hand. It seemed that the kicking him while he was down was about to happen.

I glared at Fugen and said, "One day, you'll die a more gruesome death than I did."

Fugen laughed loudly, "Is that so? Too bad you won't see it. You're about to die, but it's a pity that such a beautiful young widow will die with you. You won't get to play with her anymore. What a pity, what a pity. But today, I'm happier than playing with that pretty widow. Do you know why? Because I can see you die. Isn't that satisfying?"

Qiuxiang grabbed my hand urgently and pleaded with Fugen, "Fugen, we're from the same village. Can you take Xiaoyao with you?"

Fugen said hatefully, "You bitch, do you want to die? You won't forget this brat even in death. Then you can both die. I'll tell my grandfather when I get back." "Those two shameless bastards hid on Phoenix Mountain, doing those shady things. Who would have thought that the adulterous couple would get so carried away, and accidentally fall off a cliff! Even if you die, your families will be stigmatized, and the villagers will look down on you. It's so satisfying to think about!"

My eyes reddened with rage. I glared at Fugen and cursed, "You bastard, you'll die a horrible death!"

Fugen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised a stone and coldly said, "Let's see who dies first!"

The stone came crashing down. I was momentarily paralyzed, but I could still swing using the tree roots. I pushed off with my feet and swayed to the side. The stone missed me, but my movement left Qiuxiang hanging in mid-air.

"Crack!" The tree root snapped.

My heart sank. Tears welled up inexplicably. I murmured, "Mom..."

My mother's image flashed through my mind. I closed my eyes. Goodbye, Mom.

"That's it, we're doomed now." As Fu Gen's expression shifted from shock and anger to schadenfreude, I simply grabbed the fragrant, pretty widow and we slowly floated down the cliff into the mist, disappearing from sight...

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