Ice Love Pavilion Incident

In the distance, wisps of white smoke rose from the crater of Mount Etna, forming strange, saucer-
shaped clouds.

Xu Xiao (hereinafter referred to as Xiao Xu), backpack in hand, half-asleep, absorbed
the beauty of Sicily, subconsciously hoping for a Monica Bellucci-like beauty to stroll by in sexy stockings… This journey began with a message: “Don’t stay cooped up in your little house, wouldn’t it be better

to take a spontaneous trip ?” The message was sent by Xiao Xu’s undergraduate pharmacy advisor, a near-mad scientist who used to love dragging his students into all sorts of bizarre pharmaceutical experiments. In his senior year, Xiao Xu switched to the finance industry. However, his once-smooth career was completely shattered two years later by a global financial crisis . Jobless and without a partner, his spirits plummeted, prompting him to consider a new way of life. So, he and several friends from the international ice skating community agreed to travel from New York to 30 locations around the world associated . They touched the body of a bride in her wedding dress up close in Chihuahua, Mexico; admired ; and secretly masturbated in front of a centuries-old, incorruptible nun in France… After more than an hour of bumpy travel, the car finally stopped in front of a monastery. Passing through a long corridor, they arrived at a small Baroque tomb. The tomb was spacious, with neatly carved limestone layers surrounding it. Mummies of various shapes were displayed around, looking somewhat strange and a little frightening; after all, the dehydrated bodies only had grotesque expressions. A few dozen meters further on, they came to a relatively spacious circular hall. The surrounding area was empty, except for a long, narrow coffin placed in the center. Through a transparent glass lid, they could see a young girl sleeping inside. She looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with soft, long golden hair styled into cute pigtails, adorned with a pink bow. Her snow-white face had a faint blush, a natural color that didn't seem like the effect of pastel paint. Although her face was expressionless, her delicate features, combined with her closed eyes, made her look peaceful and serene , as if she were quietly asleep rather than in a deep sleep. A pastor in the church recounted the girl's origins in English with an Italian accent. In the 1920s, a doctor returned from America and created a mysterious embalming solution. After rigorous testing, he named it after Medusa, the Gorgon from Greek mythology. Commissioned by the little girl's parents, he performed the embalming and placed her in this glass coffin, where she has remained for over 90 years. The doctor who performed the embalming on the little girl is also buried in the catacombs. Everyone entered via a staircase leading underground . The catacombs, carved from solid granite, contained several layers of coffins, making it appear quite crowded, like a corpse storage room. Just as Xiao Xu was about to turn away from the catacombs, a violent tremor struck the Mediterranean coast near Sicily, and Xiao Xu was trapped beneath a coffin that had rolled down from the catacombs. A few minutes later, the shaking stopped, and Xiao Xu, who had been trapped under the coffin lid, struggled to free himself from the gap between the coffin pieces. He brushed the dust off his clothes, cursing and venting his frustration. "What the hell was that earthquake?! Now I can't get out!" Helpless, Xiao Xu and several other trapped friends could only wait for rescue in despair. Inadvertently, he noticed something resembling a book tucked into a crevice in the rock near the coffin lid. The notebook wasn't large, but it was quite thick, indicating that it must have been secretly hidden by the deceased. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, he secretly bent down, pried the notebook out of the crevice, and put it in his backpack. And so, he took the notebook back to China. In his spare time, he would open the rather thick notebook, admiring the beautiful handwriting inside, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand the Italian text. Fortunately, the doctor had previously studied in the United States, part of which was entirely in English. This greatly pleased , as it was exactly the Medusa experiment he had casually jotted down, detailing everything from experimental notes to verification processes, even including diagrams. As expected, what seemed like an easy search turned into a serendipitous discovery. Xiao Xu contacted his undergraduate advisor, falsely claiming to be developing a new drug, attempting to revive this long-lost formula. They spent countless nights in the university library and laboratory, secretly using countless amounts of glyoxal, potassium nitrate, glycerin, phenol, salicylic acid, and other reagents on various cadaver organs, finally obtaining this peculiar potion after five months. Since it wasn't a formal research project, there was no final evaluation or funding. Research based solely on interest is unsustainable. In exchange, Xiao Xu allowed his advisor to use this potion to replace formalin and plastination for his teaching purposes. Meanwhile, Xiao Xu independently developed other injectable formulations based on the original formula, with only one goal—to create an ice-cold dream. He hoped to conduct a long-term experiment without disturbing the corpse, but unfortunately, due to legal and policy restrictions in China, it was impossible to find suitable fresh corpses for such an experiment. Therefore, he turned his attention overseas. Coincidentally, that winter, the Asian Funeral Expo was to be held in Bangkok, the capital of Thailand. He carried two large suitcases (one containing a Medusa sample and related equipment) and traveled across the ocean to Bangkok. As soon as he stepped off the plane, the intense tropical air hit him. Although it was the end of the year, the country was still warm as summer, and he was soon drenched in sweat. In the exhibition center, he sat in a small personal booth, watching people come and go. Occasionally, customers would inquire, but most remained skeptical of the product, which was touted as somewhat unbelievable. Somewhat bored, Xiao Xu wandered among various granite tombstones and wooden coffins, occasionally seeing Thai beauties in gorgeous silk dresses smiling at him (actually, those were funeral garments). Just then, a recruitment notice caught his attention. Several university students of similar age were handing out recruitment flyers for mortuary volunteers at the exhibition. They were all from a place called Ayutthaya, a popular tourist destination, but also a place where many people die each year from sudden illnesses and accidents.

The local professional morticians were overwhelmed, hence the need for various volunteers.

Xiao Xu took a flyer from a young Thai man; it read "Crane
Temple Volunteer Recruitment" in both Thai and Traditional Chinese.

The recruitment aimed to provide services such as body transport, makeup, and embalming for Crane Temple, with a duration
ranging from 7 to 30 days. A small fee would be paid based on the workload upon completion of the service.

Looking at the brief advertisement, Xiao Xu vaguely sensed that his chance had arrived! He first approached the volunteers and
exchanged a few pleasantries in English, expressing his interest in short-term volunteer service.

A few days later, Xiao Xu, dragging his somewhat heavy luggage, followed the volunteers to Ayutthaya. This 600-
year-old ancient city sits on the banks of the Cang Lang River. As a UNESCO World Heritage Site, it is dotted with nearly a hundred pagodas
of varying sizes , telling the story of the unparalleled glory of the Ayutthaya Kingdom.

Wandering among the pagodas of the ancient capital, watching the devout men and women come and go, the air filled with
the scent , one feels incredibly relaxed.

The city is not large; after turning a few blocks, one arrives at the Crane Temple on the west side of the city.

Compared to the grand pagodas and the four- or five-story commercial and residential buildings lining the street, the Crane Temple appears low and unassuming,
with a distinctly Chinese character. Directly in front of the entrance is a small stone archway, on which
the words "Crane Temple" are written in vigorous Yan style calligraphy.

Passing through the stone archway, one discovers a hidden world: a small courtyard with several small buildings nestled within,
adorned with artificial hills and ponds, with water lilies blooming in the lake—a typical garden scene.

However, the wreaths and coffins of various sizes piled around the open space remind one that this place was built specifically for the deceased
to rest in peace .

Xiao Xu settled his luggage in a small guardhouse, and then entered the morgue as a volunteer.

The large hall, spanning over a hundred square meters, was divided into several smaller rooms, each containing several stainless steel
mortuaries. Many corpses transported from various parts of Ayutthaya lay on them.

Some were already dressed in specially made burial clothes and placed in mahogany coffins, awaiting veneration; others were covered with
simple coarse cloth sheets, neglected and even beginning to decompose due to the heat.

Toka, a young man in the group who spoke Chinese, explained to Xiao Xu:

"Those are unclaimed bodies. They need to be left to stand for a few days before being placed in simple coffins and buried
. The remains will be exhumed and cremated a year later."

"What about the bodies that have already been claimed by relatives?" Xiao Xu followed up.

Toka: "They will go through several rituals, including sprinkling holy water and Buddhist chanting, before the body is transported to
the crematorium for immediate cremation."

They walked around the Crane Temple, listening to the chanting and the cries of family members, watching
the luxurious and simple coffins turn to ashes in the flames. Xiao Xu had only one thought: "What a waste! Why
not just use a sanitary coffin?"

At noon in the western suburbs of Daming Province:

A bus traveling from Chiang Mai in the north to Bangkok was on Highway 22 along the banks of the Canglang River.

Passengers and their luggage were crammed into the already cramped carriage,
exhausted and drowsy after several hours of bumpy travel.

Below the road flowed the rushing Canglang River; although it was the dry season, the current was still quite fast
, with frequent whirlpools.

The last row of the bus was piled high with luggage, a seat no one dared to sit in normally, but the Yunni and Yunna sisters
had chosen it.

Despite the bumpy journey and fatigue, their young faces always wore serene smiles. Even with their precarious luggage
beside them , they seemed unconcerned, as if everything before them was merely
an interesting segment of life's journey.

They were on their way to Bangkok for a trip, and also to take care of an important matter: Yunna, the younger sister, had been
accepted into a university in Bangkok through her own hard work—a moment of celebration for these two sisters who had lost their parents at a young age
.

Yunni: "My dear sister, I'm so proud of you. I think our parents in heaven will be comforted."

Yunna: "Don't worry, sister. Once I get to Bangkok, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. If you encounter
any tell me. As long as I'm alive, I won't let you suffer anymore."

Yunni: "Don't talk nonsense. Everyone should live well; that's the best outcome, isn't it?"

Soft laughter brought a touch of life to the otherwise somber carriage. They leaned against each other, their
long, flowing like water, their sparse bangs intertwined, their beautiful eyes slightly closed, leaving their not-so-
long eyelashes fluttering in the wind.

Her fair, rosy cheeks showed no signs of life's hardships diminishing her radiance; adorned with two adorable
dimples, everything seemed perfect.

However, fate is unpredictable. Due to outdated transportation infrastructure and
years of disrepair , the bus, which had been traveling at a relatively high speed, suddenly overturned due to the soft roadbed collapsing and plunged into
the Canglang River, three meters below.

Luggage scattered across the river, and passengers, having fallen in,
frantically swam out of the windows, struggling towards the shore, their cries echoing through the air.

The passengers on the right weren't so lucky. The sudden change in force during the accident caused
their luggage to crash down on them like meteorites. Worse still, the window faced directly onto the water.

Yunni and Yunna's happy anticipation instantly turned to terror. They desperately tried to break free from the luggage,
but the huge sacks and suitcases pinned them down, leaving them unable to move, forced to remain in a leaning position as the river submerged
their heads.

Soon after, their beautiful eyes closed peacefully, their futile struggles gradually ceasing, their
expressions of terror slowly transforming into a serene calm, as if they had been comforted by a deity at the moment of death. The sisters, who
had relied on each other thus returned to heaven.

Although the country's transportation infrastructure was poor, the emergency rescue and body retrieval speed was extremely fast. Several rescue teams from Ayutthaya
rescued most of the passengers at the scene, while a crane arrived and
lifted the bus, along with the six passengers still asleep underwater, to the surface.

After the staff at the scene conducted a brief examination and confirmed that none of them showed any signs of life,
two staff members got off the hearse that had come from Hexiantang. To be honest, the people around
were the last people who wanted to see them, because it meant an irreversible tragedy.

Driver Adil opened the pre-prepared PVC bags and, with his two assistants, quickly
packed the slightly stiff bodies into the bags, transporting them back to Hexiantang.

Just then, Xiao Xu returned to the morgue after his tour. A black, extended van blocked the way
, containing six bodies. Two middle-aged men beckoned to Xiao Xu and Toka to help
unload body bags.

Don't think this is an easy task; lifting a person who has lost their strength is the most strenuous.

After finally managing to transport them all to the morgue, Xiao Xu and Tuoka led the middle-aged man who had driven,
Adil , to the rest room and brewed him a pot of tea. Adil took a few sips and then led the volunteers
into the morgue:

"Due to the recent surge in traffic accidents in Ayutthaya, our staff is not efficient enough, so we have to recruit you
here. Some of you may feel that dealing with corpses is unlucky and are afraid to do it, but this is an act of kindness, so please cherish
this opportunity."

After speaking, Adil personally prepared a full set of protective gear for Xiao Xu and Tuoka, including a white
antibacterial suit, a thick mask, and rubber gloves.

He then gave two of the larger corpses to Tuoka and left the other two, which looked a bit smaller,
to Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu looked at the two bright yellow bags on the morgue bed, took a deep breath, and saw two
bodies that appeared well-proportioned and tall, exuding feminine characteristics.

At this moment, he could hardly contain his excitement.

With his slightly trembling right hand, he slowly pulled open one of the yellow bags, revealing first a pair of
alluring feet—those belonged to his sister, Yunni.

The girl's feet were long and slender, pointed straight forward, leaving a graceful, raised arc,
suggesting the struggle she had endured before death.

The skin on her feet was a natural, luminous white, smooth like a hard-boiled egg after its shell had peeled.

Perhaps the girl had done a lot of heavy work in her life, as there were some calluses on her soles, while
her toes remained neat and rounded, her nails painted with a bright, translucent orange polish.

On the other side, her younger sister Yunna's feet were neatly arranged, slightly spread apart in a V-shape,
like classic corpse-laying position in a movie. This girl's feet were even more delicate and smooth, suggesting she was a
naive student.

Because she had just been pulled from the water, droplets of water remained on her feet like pearls scattered on warm,
smooth jade, and pale pink nail polish covered her slender, bamboo-like toes.

Xiao Xu slowly pulled the body bag up, like watching a slow-motion movie gradually unfold.

The older sister, Yunni, wore a white cotton-linen short-sleeved top and black pants—a
classic 1990s style from mainland China, clearly inappropriate for her age.

The younger sister, Yunna, was dressed casually in a school uniform: a light pink top and a light blue skirt,
looking lively, playful, and full of youthful energy.

Although both were covered by clothing, their soaked clothes clung to their bodies, revealing their
underwear and adding to their allure.

The zipper slowly closed towards their faces, finally revealing the sisters' beautiful features. Xiao Xu couldn't help but exclaim
in amazement, "What an absolutely stunning pair of sisters!"

Yunni, a woman in her early twenties, had long, flowing black hair that covered
half . Xiao Xu cupped Yunni's cheeks in her hands, gently lifting her hair and letting it
spread along the soft curves of her face.

Upon closer inspection, a few strands of hair formed bangs that floated leisurely on her forehead, and her delicate, arched eyebrows
were faintly visible .

The pale pink eyeshadow, soaked by the river, left only faint traces of powder, but paired with short but thick eyelashes, she
still looked dignified and charming.

Her delicate nose was slightly upturned, giving her facial features a touch of definition, and her cherry-like
, affectionate lips, like her face, had lost all color. Her serene expression carried a hint of sadness, seemingly telling a story of helplessness in the final moments of life.

Xiao Xu removed the yellow body bag from Yun Ni's body, and the warm water from the
showerhead in his hand swept away the mud, leaves, and insects from her body. Then he picked up a soft cloth and dried Yun Ni off.

He gently unbuttoned Yun Ni's white shirt, and with one hand, he gently lifted her up, letting her sit on the cold
morgue.

With the complete relaxation of muscles after death, her head tilted back helplessly, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, making her
look pitiful.

Xiao Xu could only use his other hand to turn her head back, letting her rest on his shoulder, afraid of causing
her further injury.

Because her body had been dead for two hours and was somewhat stiff, her limbs couldn't bend properly
.

Left with no other option, Xiao Xu used scissors to cut off Yun Ni's white shirt and black pants, revealing only a pale purple bra. Although it looked as plain as the other bras, Yun Ni was, after all, a fully developed young woman. Her
rounded 34C breasts were too large for the bra, instead appearing even fuller
and trembling with each movement. The deep cleavage between her breasts added to her allure.

Unhooking the back of her bra, her exposed breasts presented a near-perfect hemispherical shape, their firm form defying
death . The surrounding skin was delicate and flawless, feeling like
fine silk. Delicate nipples rose from the pale milky areolas, like blooming plum blossoms.

Her fair abdomen was flat and smooth; a gentle press revealed the lingering warmth of her soft internal organs,
like touching a silk cushion—soft yet elastic.

Her slender, beautiful legs were tightly pressed together, without any excess fat or body hair, only a silky smooth texture
and elastic muscle fibers.

Perhaps due to the impact of the accident, Yunni's knees were slightly bruised.

Her private parts were covered by lace-trimmed nylon panties and a white sanitary napkin. Xiao Xu
quickly and roughly pulled them off, and a fishy, pungent smell wafted out. Yellowish liquid left
stains on the sanitary napkin, evidence of urinary incontinence.

Thick black pubic hair grew like a dense forest in the valley between her legs. Parting the layers of "vegetation"
revealed a pair of brownish labia, quietly closed, like budding flowers.

Xiao Xu wet his left hand with soapy water, applied the foam to Yunni's genitals, and carefully rinsed away the fishy smell.
The air was thick with a pungent odor as he caressed her clitoris and pubic area, like foreplay before lovemaking.

He held the showerhead and a soft cloth, washing Yunni's body, his hands moving rhythmically over her silky skin
. He then turned her over, pressing her chest and face against the treatment table, washing her equally fair
back.

Her figure was indeed slender and upright, the proportions of her upper and lower body perfect. Her fair skin was
unobstructed , without the acne common at her age, only a smooth, pleasurable sensation.

Each caress sent a surge of adrenaline and testosterone through Xiao Xu's body, causing his genitals to
involuntarily heat up, his erect penis throbbing inside his underwear. However, in broad daylight,
forcing himself on her would likely be a crime if anyone saw him.

He reluctantly shifted his gaze from his sister's body, placing her hands together and flat between
her pubic bones to cover her most private parts, then turned his attention to his younger sister, Yunna. To his surprise, Yunna was also
breathtakingly beautiful.

She was just 17 years old, with long, soft, dark brown hair in beautiful waves
that shimmered under the light. Neat bangs covered her full forehead; it was clear her hair
had been dyed, but paired with her fair skin, it was still incredibly charming.

Her eyelashes, though sparse, were naturally long and delicate, fanning her eyelids and adding to her allure.

Her face was very fair, and while her features weren't as defined as her sister's, her dignified
beauty exuded a subtle elegance characteristic of Eastern women. Red lip gloss adorned her thin lips, leaving
a delicate .

A slight smile curved her lips, revealing adorable dimples on her cheeks,
as if she were experiencing an indescribable comfort before death.

Gently opening her mouth to reveal pearly white teeth, Xiao Xu suspected river water might have seeped
in through
. He then turned his sister's body to her side, letting the muddy, polluted water drain out.

After washing her clean with a towel, Xiao Xu couldn't resist bringing his nose close to her young, beautiful body. The faint
scent of jasmine emanating from her body constantly stimulated his nasal cells, giving him a mysterious and invigorating feeling.

Unlike her sister's slightly fuller figure, her slender neck and alluring collarbones gave
her a slightly bony appearance, a fact further confirmed by her narrow but rounded, fair shoulders.

A pale pink cotton cartoon bra encased a pair of nearly fully developed breasts, resembling inverted blue-and-white porcelain
bowls. The areolas and nipples retained a delicate pinkish-white hue, exuding a youthful aura even in death, making
one want to caress them.

What surprised him most was her lower abdomen; through her panties, he could see a cute, arched
protrusion , its high, rounded shape like an adorable steamed bun, incredibly fleshy to the touch.

After removing her panties, he was astonished to find that there wasn't a single stray hair there. The high, rounded pubic mound was smooth and full,
plumply covering the entire pubic bone. Because her legs were tightly pressed together, the two white labia were perfectly closed,
forming a thin groove below the pubic bone.

Experience told Xiao Xu that he might have encountered an extremely rare "white tiger steamed bun" orifice.

Xiao Xu secretly spread his sister Yunna's snow-white legs apart, forming a 60-degree angle, dipped his fingers in
some soapy water, and gently peeled back the tender labia of this plump girl, trying to feel the allure inside.

The rich muscle folds inside resembled layered mountain ranges, and combined with the extremely tight space, the penetration of a penis
was incredibly stimulating; most people would surrender within a minute.

As the fingers penetrated deeper, the path ahead was blocked by a membrane. This membrane was thin but quite durable, and
it felt as smooth as the outer skin, proof that she was a virgin.

"Wow, I've hit the jackpot today! How can I refuse such a legendary treasure? Little sister,
you left without a decent sex life, don't you feel it's a pity?"

However, Yunna remained smiling as she slept, now resembling a charming and adorable little girl.

While imagining spending the night with the two beauties, Xiao Xu followed the procedure and found a water pipe
, inserting it into the anus of each girl. The pure liquid mixed with a small amount of antibacterial solution seeped into their digestive tracts,
making their originally flat abdomens round and swollen, like a woman seven months pregnant.

Xiao Xu constantly shook the two sisters' abdomens to ensure the liquid evenly penetrated their digestive tracts, thoroughly killing the bacteria
causing rapid decomposition.

As the tubes were removed, streams of foul-smelling liquid, accompanied by traces of feces, gushed out, disappearing
without a trace down the drain.

After multiple infusions, the liquid flowing from their anuses changed from yellow to clear.

The same procedure was performed on their trachea; since the two girls had inhaled excessive amounts of polluted river water, this "lung cleansing" was essential to
slow bacterial growth.

Afterwards, with the combined action of water and a soft cloth, and through multiple rounds of washing and wiping, the sisters' curvaceous
bodies regained their former cleanliness.

Their naked bodies were incredibly alluring to any man, suggesting
how popular they were in life.

But they couldn't be exposed in public, especially in this country where everyone was religious.

He placed each girl's arms flat on her lower abdomen, assuming a sleeping position, and slightly tilted her head back.

Using his N97 phone, which he had prepared beforehand, he took photos of the two beauties, as a way of
documenting his efforts.

He then covered the sisters' delicate bodies with the white linen sheet prepared by He Xian Tang.

Honestly, even through the cold white sheet, their exquisite curves were still perfectly displayed.

Xiao Xu lifted the sheets from his sisters, Yun Ni and Yun Na, and gently kissed their faces, whispering,
"Little sisters, wait for me, don't be too eager to be claimed!"

He filled out the body disposal information in English and handed it to the person in charge, Adil.

Adil looked at the disposal of the victims, gave Xiao Xu and Tuo Ka a thumbs up, and
spoke a long string of words in Thai. Xiao Xu was completely bewildered, but could only nod and smile along with Tuo Ka.

Then he carried the two girls to a stainless steel drawer and placed them in the refrigerator.

In the evening, Ayutthaya was still bustling, the golden sunset like a versatile paintbrush, outlining
a magnificent evening glow in the western sky.

Xiao Xu left the mortuary, his DSLR camera, with its large red ring, snapping photos incessantly along the Canglang River.

He then accepted Toka's invitation to join the family for dinner.

Toka's original surname was Chen; his ancestors were from Chaozhou. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, to escape the Manchu invasion, they crossed the sea to Thailand, where they
settled and multiplied, now spanning over ten generations.

Their family can still communicate in both Mandarin and Chaozhou dialect, which Xiao Xu found incredible.

At the dinner table, Xiao Xu saw a familiar face—a young and lovely girl.

She was taller than the average Thai person,
with fairer skin, a slender oval face, and delicate features, resembling a beauty from Jiangnan. She was
Vineka, the model in the silk burial gown at the funeral expo, Toka's sister.

Xiao Xu stared at this beauty he had only met once, speechless with surprise.

Vineka greeted Xiao Xu in fluent Mandarin and introduced her family.

Veronica: "My family has been in the funeral industry in Ayutthaya for generations, starting with my great-
grandfather ."

Xiao Xu: "Are you in this line of work too?"

Veronica: "I'm more of a side job. My main job is modeling, but I might take over the family business someday."

Xiao Xu: "And Toka, what about you?"

Toka: "I'm studying finance in Bangkok. I came back this summer to help out at He Xian Tang. Of course, I want to be a banker
in the future !"

Xiao Xu: "Haha, I'm your senior. I worked in investment banking in Hong Kong for two years..."

They chatted back and forth at the dinner table for over half an hour.

After the meal, Xiao Xu returned to He Xian Tang.

According to the volunteer service regulations, he would be on temporary duty until midnight tonight. He needed to further process the remains of the two sisters he
was responsible for , and also deal with the families who came to claim them.

He dragged a small black suitcase through the deafening
farewell , where Yunni and Yunna lay in peace.

The processing room wasn't very large, with elegant white tiled walls and a stainless steel sink in the center gleaming with a cool metallic
sheen.

The surroundings were relatively quiet, with a large freezer at the back emitting a low hum.

Xiao Xu gently pulled open a drawer and saw the two sisters sleeping peacefully amidst a cloud of ice crystals. The
bright moonlight streamed through the window into the dimly lit room, illuminating their faces and their naked
bodies, making them appear like fairies in the snow, pure and beautiful.

Xiao Xu gently lifted their bodies and placed them on the slightly cold processing table. She then
opened , inside which were several small boxes neatly arranged, containing eight vials of Medusa crystals and a special
mixed liquid.

There was also a manual pump with a transparent plastic container, specifically for injecting
the liquid .

Embalming began; this was a high-end service in Thailand, usually only available to wealthy families who could afford to hire a professional
embalmer for a fee.

In this tropical country, if a corpse is kept at such temperatures, bacteria will
multiply rapidly within 24 hours, emitting an unbearable stench. After 48 hours, it will become gigantic, completely
unrecognizable .

To ensure the sisters departed beautifully, and to verify his findings, he decided to give it a try!

He locked the door, dimmed the lights, and mixed Medusa A-type crystals with glycerin and phenol solution
to create 16 50ml syringes, which he
injected into the sisters' necks, inner buttocks, backs, and feet.

The active ingredients penetrated the subcutaneous tissue and bonded with the body's muscle tissue, ensuring the body remained
supple and firm without shrinking. For the most easily decaying area, the eyeballs, he used a drip injection method
.

Because the needles were so small, the entire process was very slow, leaving no noticeable marks on
the skin .

Next, Xiao Xu mixed Medusa B-type crystals with salicylic acid, ethylene glycol, and an unknown ingredient
, stirring the mixture evenly in a pump to form a pale pink liquid.

To avoid detection, Xiao Xu used a covert method of infusion, inserting thin needles under the armpits of both sisters.

As he continuously pumped the small pump, the liquid began to flow steadily into the two girls
' bodies.

Xiao Xu could hear the hissing sound of the liquid flowing through their bodies; it was the process of the medicine penetrating
their blood vessels, reacting with their blood and tissues to form a dense, preservative colloid. The dark red
blood clots gradually disintegrated, and the lividity on their backs slowly disappeared, leaving only a pale white skin.

For other mucous membranes, Xiao Xu used the remaining preservative liquid, slowly injecting it into their digestive tract, respiratory tract, and
vagina until a gelatinous film formed on the surface of these areas, marking the final stage of the preservation process.

Xiao Xu took a box of transparent latex from the box, applied a few drops, and then slowly rubbed it onto the girls'
bodies and hair, like applying lotion to a living person's skin. The colloid slowly covered their fair and
smooth skin, gradually seeping into their pores to prevent excessive moisture loss.

Just like the miracle created by the Italian doctor more than 90 years ago, the two girls, under Medusa's
care regained their former vitality and fullness. Their hair was soft and lustrous, their skin fair and elastic, and their exquisite
bodies were now displaying their beauty.

Seeing this, Xiao Xu felt a surge of desire. He took off his white protective suit,
gently helped Yunni up, and lifted her off the cold morgue. He held her soft arms in his hands, their chests pressed tightly together,
and Yunni's feet "stepped" on Xiao Xu's feet as she stood up straight.

It was a magical feeling. Like a greedy lion, Xiao Xu kept
stroking Yunni's silky smooth skin with his mouth and hands.

Under the reflection of the medicine, her facial skin was no longer ashen, but had gained a sweetness like that of someone fast asleep. The floral scent mixed with the medicine
slowly emanated from Yunni's body.

The alluring scent stimulated Xiao Xu's sensitive motor nerves. He began to hold his sister's arm and start walking,
spinning around to the rhythm of a waltz. Such a "death dance" would
terrify anyone who saw it, but Xiao Xu was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He pulled out his engorged penis and eagerly rubbed it against Yunni's genitals, the thick...
The pubic hair constantly teased the sensitive glans, making him feel an urge to overflow.

However, he didn't act immediately. Instead, he laid her horizontally next to his sister, using his other hand to separate her
beautiful, large breasts, sandwiching his penis between them. With the soft yet firm feel, he continuously
rubbed and thrust between her breasts.

Although he didn't directly penetrate her vagina, it was still a thoroughly enjoyable sexual experience.

Yunna wasn't idle either. Xiao Xu spread her legs wide, crossing them with his sister's, revealing
her full pubic area and the tightly closed labia below.

Xiao Xu had long been drooling over his sister's beautiful vulva. He stuck out his tongue and licked it with relish. The white flesh,
carrying the fragrance of flowers, slid freely on his tongue, like sweet glutinous rice balls, making it irresistible.

Moving downwards, the plump labia resembled delicate abalone. Xiao Xu gently bit into them with his teeth; they were soft and
tender, even retaining some residual moisture that seeped into his mouth.

If the two sisters were still alive, they would probably be panting and shouting with excitement.

However, at this moment, they were only sleeping quietly, without heartbeat or breath, a deathly silence, with only Xiao Xu
's panting indicating the presence of life.

Just as he was about to pry open Yunna's private parts to deflower her, someone suddenly
started knocking on the door of processing room number 13. Xiao Xu quickly jumped off the sisters, tidied up the "sexual scene,"
and opened the door.

Outside the door, Toka, panting, said,

"Toka, a lot of families have come to the morgue next door to claim the bodies. We need to be prepared."

Xiao Xu asked, "But Toka, what if I don't speak Thai?"

Toka replied, "That's alright. Just help hold back the distraught families."

Xiao Xu quickly put on her blue volunteer uniform and went to the temporary morgue. Several
families of the deceased, all women, had already gathered there. They were slumped beside a man and two children, weeping bitterly. It was
truly heartbreaking, especially late at night.

Xiao Xu, Toka, and several mortuary staff members kept watch throughout the night, immediately supporting any family members who made any rash moves.

This ordeal continued for three whole days. The cries of the families and the chanting of the monks annoyed Xiao Xu
, but she had no choice but to endure it.

Of the six deceased, four had already been claimed and cremated, but Yunni and Yunna still hadn't been claimed by
any family .

On the fourth night, Xiao Xu remained by Yunni and Yunna's bodies. Meanwhile, Toka's sister, Veronica, had
just finished preparing the old lady's body for burial. Wandering around the morgue, she noticed the door to processing room number 13 was ajar and
quietly entered.

Unaware of her presence, Xiao Xu spoke softly to the two sisters, stroking their beautiful faces,
kissing their full foreheads and tender lips.

Seeing this, Veronica quickly stepped forward and slapped Xiao Xu to stop.

Xiao Xu: "Damn it, why did you hit me?"

Veronica: "You little pervert, it seems you don't understand the dangers involved. The bacteria on a corpse
can be deadly, you know?"

Xiao Xu: "I...I was wrong...I shouldn't have...felt affection for them, but seeing them all alone like that
, it broke my heart."

Veronica: "Sigh, it seems you're quite the romantic! Too bad you loved the wrong person."

Veronica sat down beside Xiao Xu, calming herself, and carefully examined the two sisters before her.

Veronica: "Their skin is so natural, their faces so peaceful. What did you do for them? Did you put on makeup?"

Xiao Xu hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

However, the observant Veronica had already noticed that there were no traces of makeup on their faces; Xiao Xu might have
performed embalming on the sisters.

She didn't press further, because even the best embalming eventually returns to dust.

"Look at your makeup, it's too light! They're being buried tomorrow, maybe I can touch up their makeup."

"That's great, but this light makeup... um, it still feels a bit off. I hope they can
leave as perfectly as they did in life. By the way, I'd also like to hold a short farewell ceremony for them."

"Good idea, but the farewell hall is full. How about we hold it in the courtyard?"

"Let's do that!"

On January 17, 2010, after days of rain, Ayutthaya finally welcomed a long-awaited sunny day.
Glistening raindrops still clung to the tips of the grass and treetops. Under the azure sky, the thousand-year-old pagoda exuded historical vicissitudes and majesty.

Xiao Xu and Toka's family arrived at the Crane Temple early. Following the usual procedure for handling unclaimed bodies, the two
girls should have been placed in simple coffins and hastily buried. However, Xiao Xu's insistence added
a touch of ritual to the process.

He took Yunni and Yunna out of the freezer early and poured warm water on their joints and some muscles
to slowly thaw and soften their bodies.

By this time, the preservative gel had already seeped into their various tissues, so even after thawing, their skin did not
wrinkle severely, and their lips remained relatively full.

Looking at the "miracle" before him, Xiao Xu finally felt a long-lost sense of accomplishment since losing his job, and his unruly
left hand touched his sister Yunni's cute little face again.

Veronica: "Hey, you little pervert, wake up! It's time to put on their makeup!"

Xiao Xu's "forgetfulness" created an awkward and comical atmosphere around them. Veronica and
Toka couldn't help but giggle, and Xiao Xu could only slink away to the side.

Veronica gently lifted the sisters' heads with wooden pillows, picked up a comb and tidied Yunni's somewhat
messy long hair, then parted her thick, dark brown hair on her full forehead,
slowly spreading it along the soft curves of her face to form a large, wavy, center-parted fringe.

For her younger sister, Yunna, she was even more attentive. She used a comb to restyle her bangs into a side part
.

She took a few strands of her long, smooth hair from behind, twisted them into delicate braids, and then coiled them
at the back of her head, securing them with flower-shaped clips. The remaining hair was left to fall naturally, creating a cute
princess hairstyle.

Veronica had already prepared her cosmetics. She used an eyebrow pencil to apply a dark brown
color to her sister Yunna's slightly sparse eyebrows, shaping them like delicate willow leaves, and then lifted Yunna's thin upper eyelids.

Using a brush, she dipped some pearly white powder from her eyeshadow palette and applied it as a base color to her eyelids, then
brushed on several layers of a gradient bright blue.

To compensate for the shortness of her eyelashes, Nika carefully applied false eyelashes,
glued on, along the creases of Vanellope's eyelids, letting them droop gently like fans, covering her elegant almond-shaped eyes.

She used a sponge to apply a light, matte white powder to Vanellope's face,
adding subtle shadows to her eye sockets, nose, and cheeks to enhance her features.

In just a few minutes, Vanellope's cheeks and face were covered in a rosy blush, while her lips
were painted with a vibrant two-tone lip gloss. Though her expression was serene, she still exuded a mature and alluring charm.

Vanellope, lying beside her, presented a different picture. Her face was more delicate than her sister's, her skin so smooth and
supple that Nika used only a light pinkish-white BB cream, applying it in circular motions until her complexion
took on a subtle pinkish hue.

Then, using a soft brush, she applied a light brown powder, following the contours of her almond-shaped eyes, brushing outwards from the bridge of her nose to create a gradient
of brown eyeshadow. She then used a fine brush to delicately outline the creases of her eyelids, making her
look more vibrant.

A brush dipped in mascara continuously brushed upwards from the roots, curving her already long lashes into
a beautiful arc, ensuring they wouldn't lose their luster even with her eyes closed.

Finally, Nika took a Maybelline cherry-red lip gloss and applied a bright color to Yunna's lips, causing
her slightly pursed lips to curve upwards, forming a pair of adorable dimples on her face, making her look pure and lovely.

After the makeup was complete, Nika used a flannel cloth dampened with alcohol solution to
clean , then rinsed them with water.

She painted the older sister Yunna's fingernails and toenails with pearl blue nail polish, while the younger sister Yunna's nails were painted
with crystal red nail polish, adding a final touch of radiance to their already lifeless bodies. Xiao Xu carefully covered the two sisters' bodies with

two silk sheets, specially ordered from Bangkok's Chinatown, starting from their feet and working upwards until the smooth sheets perfectly conformed to their delicate forms. Then, she gently placed their slender hands in a Buddhist gesture of prayer, resting them against their chests. Everything was as peaceful and beautiful as when they were alive. Facing this perfect creation, Xiao Xu and her fellow volunteers stared in disbelief. In Thailand's hot climate, corpses decompose rapidly. Having grown accustomed to gruesome giant corpses and carrion-infested carcasses, these perfect, odorless remains were unforgettable. Some curious onlookers spread the news throughout the city, and within half an hour, several hundred people had gathered outside the morgue, some carrying flowers. Clearly, everyone knew of the two women's tragic fate and their breathtaking, solitary beauty. In the courtyard, dozens of pots of beautiful daisies, lilies, and roses were placed in a relatively open area. A white wooden coffin, specially prepared for unclaimed corpses, was placed among the flowers. The square coffin looked simple and unadorned, and could only accommodate about one person. The staff unscrewed the eight screws on the coffin lid. Inside the coffin was a simple cotton lining with a light pink rose pattern, and a simple blanket was placed at the bottom, with a circle of white jasmine flowers scattered around. Xiao Xu: "This is really a bit shabby, what a pity for the two girls." Verica: "You can't say that. We Thais don't pay too much attention to the quality of coffins, unless it's a permanent burial, then we use good wood." Xiao Xu: "Well, now everything is ready, let's begin the funeral." According to Thai funeral customs, Verica used red rope to tie the sisters' delicate legs together, keeping neatly upright. This long rope was also intertwined with their hands; these were spirit ropes, representing the final connection of the soul before . As their morticians, Nikika and Xiao Xu together lifted Yunni and Yunna, along with their silk blankets , out of the morgue and placed them in the coffins in front of the onlookers. The coffins were a bit narrow, so the two girls could only lie on their sides, their legs slightly curled. Their heads rested on pale pink velvet pillows, leaning against each other, their smooth, straight hair and cute braids intertwined, looking very intimate. Their fair hands were clasped together, guided by a spirit thread that extended downwards and outwards to the ritual implements outside the coffin, where several priests sat. As a small bell rang, the priests began chanting incantations, and incense smoke rose all around. According to local belief, after the sisters' souls were liberated, they would enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, where they would find eternal peace. A few minutes later, Nikika cut the red thread, and their souls departed from the mortal world forever. Xiao Xu then applied holy water to Yunni and Yunna's hands and feet. After being cleansed by the holy water, their delicate hands and feet became even more smooth and supple, and their bright red and blue nail polish became even more vibrant. Even wrapped in silk, their exquisite figures remained evident, with the nipples of the older sister, Winnie, and the fullness of the younger sister's genitals particularly prominent, a sight that ignited a burning desire in the viewer. Sadly, no one would appreciate them after this; their beautiful bodies would be returned to the Creator. Vinica said, "Take one last look, Xiao Xu. You've seen them off on their final journey; if they have spirits in heaven, they will thank you." Xiao Xu said nothing. He bent down and intertwined the sisters' fingers, painted with red and blue nail polish , tightly binding them together with a red rope. He then manipulated their heads, making their foreheads and noses rest against each other—a touching scene of intimacy. Vinica specially scattered hundreds of roses and lilies into the coffin, covering their beautiful bodies completely with flowers until they were fully concealed. Two assistants lifted the white wooden coffin lid and slowly closed it, tightening eight screws to secure it. Volunteers then gently carried the white coffin to the unclaimed cemetery behind Hexiantang. This cemetery was nestled deep within a grove of trees along the riverbank, towering and shady, making the area somewhat dim even at midday . Hundreds of cement graves had already been dug, and piles of bones from the coffins had been removed for cremation; the scene was somewhat disturbing. Veronica gestured for the coffin to be placed under a Bodhi tree. A high monk sprinkled holy water on the coffin and wrote a strange mark in red on it. Finally, amidst the chanting of prayers, the coffin was placed into the cold grave. Volunteers placed the remaining flowers...

Petals were scattered into the grave, and a small crane lifted a cement slab back into place, completely sealing the makeshift tomb.

No tombstone, no memorial; the two girls lay quietly underground as unclaimed corpses,
peacefully asleep in the eternal fragrance of flowers, awaiting their salvation a year later.

After the funeral, Xiao Xu received 2000 Thai Baht from the He Xian Tang, equivalent to about
350 RMB. He used this money to buy some local specialties to take back home.

Two days later, Xiao Xu returned to the bustling city of C, but his mind seemed still stuck in Ayutthaya.
In the cold winter rain, he dragged two large suitcases, wandering aimlessly through the city's bright lights
…

Sequel:

A year after the goddess's arrival…

By this time, Xiao Xu and two friends had jointly opened a tourist resort in the northeastern suburbs of C. The serene and
elegant environment attracted tourists from far and wide, and Xiao Xu had completed
his transformation from a financial trader to a guesthouse owner.

Life was still busy, but very fulfilling.

But this period of peace didn't last long. He received an email from Veronica in Thailand:

"Hi, this is Veronica. How have you been for a year? Next week is the annual bone-collecting and cremation
ceremony at the Crane Temple. All volunteers who participated in the body handling that year have been invited. I wonder if you could attend?"

Xiao Xu readily agreed, delegated his work to his subordinates, and rushed
to Ayutthaya.

On February 27, 2011, Ayutthaya enjoyed a bright sunny day. The Crane Temple held its annual
bone-collecting and cremation ceremony. Due to the large population in the area and the
high , it is necessary to regularly clean up the unclaimed remains in the cemetery and perform cremation rites.

The ceremony was presided over by Veronica, the current head of the Crane Temple. She wore a traditional Thai emerald green long
skirt with a light pink chiffon blouse, looking sweet and elegant.

She led a dozen volunteers and other Buddhists to open the 186 graves in the cemetery. After
more than a year of wind and rain, the graves were waterlogged and covered in moss; some coffins were so
rotten they were unrecognizable.

After a busy morning, pieces of white human bones were
dug out from the cold, moss-covered cement platforms, quickly piling up into a small mountain that looked somewhat frightening in the dim woods.

However, the believers were not afraid. Some carried small, sickle-like
tools, and when they saw completely decomposed corpses, they used the tools to
scrape off , leaving only bones.

Around the pile of bones, several monks in red robes murmured
various . Thais believe that this ritual allows the souls in the earth to ascend to heaven and enjoy eternal peace.

The excavation of the remains was almost complete; only the body in the last cement compartment under the Bodhi tree remained to be unearthed.
Veronica clearly remembered that two lovely sisters had once been buried there.

She even remembered the scene of them lying together in the coffin. Everyone lifted the white coffin
out , and to their surprise, it was heavier than the other coffins.

Everyone wondered what was inside, so heavy!

When Veronica used a Phillips screwdriver to unscrew the eight rivets on the lid and lifted it,
everyone's eyes widened in astonishment!

The coffin had been stored for a year, and it was extremely damp inside. The wood was moldy from the moisture, the cotton
lining was rotten, and the once vibrant flowers had long since turned into clumps of black, gooey
substance .

Yet, despite the decay and ruin around them, the coffin's owners, the sisters Yunni and Yunna, wrapped in slightly
yellowed silk, had not been reduced to piles of bones!

Their delicate and exquisite figures were clearly discernible; their full, rounded breasts and slender, white limbs remained
remarkably full. Even the delicate and serene features of their faces could be seen, like silkworms spinning their cocoons, waiting
to emerge.

Although mummies or tanned corpses are occasionally found in Thailand, this scene was
unprecedented !

Veronica held her breath, her hands trembling as she gently lifted the white silk. She could hardly believe
her eyes, and screams erupted around her.

The two sisters' faces were as full and sweet as when they were buried a year ago. Their long hair shone brightly,
the older sister's wavy hair and the younger sister's princess braids intertwined, their white foreheads pressed together, their noses and
lips almost touching—a truly heartwarming scene.

She carefully opened the girls' tightly clasped hands. Their fingers and wrists were
still flexible, not stiff. The bright nail polish had faded, leaving only a few streaks
of color .

As if discovering a huge treasure, the entire cemetery erupted in commotion!

Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered under the Bodhi tree. Believing it to be
a miracle , they all knelt before the two sisters, causing a brief period of chaos. Local police had to be called in
to maintain order.

Veronica could only gently close the coffin and, escorted by police cars, take the two girls to a secret processing
room.

Inside, a tall, thin man wearing black-rimmed glasses waited.

He wore a blue uniform, a white face mask, and white latex gloves.

Veronica immediately recognized him; he was Xiao Xu, the volunteer who had prepared the two girls' bodies a year ago.

He had also been invited to participate in this bone-collecting ceremony, but he had another role: waiting to examine the two
girls.

Veronica: "Xiao Xu, isn't this the mess you made back then? Now everyone outside is going crazy, saying that a goddess has appeared in
our cemetery. We're never going to have a peaceful life anymore!"

Xiao Xu: "Isn't this a good thing? You can take this opportunity to make a fortune, can't you?"

Veronica: "Sigh, don't say that. Actually, a year ago, seeing how well you handled them, I almost
couldn't bear to bury them. Now that things have come to this, let's check them over!"

And so, a year later, Xiao Xu and Veronica collaborated again in processing room number 13,
the naked bodies of two young women once more laid out before their two "benefactors."

The delicate, exquisite figures and fresh, moist flesh retained the fullness and
radiance the coffin. Their fair skin was so smooth and delicate it seemed almost translucent, as tender as in life, showing no
signs of mold or insect damage from dampness.

Like dragon maidens from an ancient tomb, they remained eternally youthful, oblivious to the changes around them. Even without moisturizing lotion,
they were the envy of many girls, which greatly surprised Veronica.

She personally untied Yunna's braid, letting it
fall perfectly along the curves of her slender, pretty face. Xiao Xu also combed Yunna's jet-black hair, letting it reach her chest.

The two girls kept their eyes tightly closed. The heavy eyeshadow had long since disappeared, but their alluring long eyelashes still
covered their round eyeballs—the most easily decaying part of the body, after all.

The heavy makeup on their faces had faded, leaving only a few traces of color on their lips,
still sexy.

Veronica parted the sisters' lips, inhaling their scents, but found no unpleasant
odor , indicating their internal organs were remarkably well-preserved.

Facing the two bodies, Xiao Xu and Veronica divided the tasks and began their work.

Veronica picked up the showerhead to wash away the grime from Yunna's body, applied a small amount of shower gel, and massaged Yunna's rounded
breasts, flat, slender waist, and long, shapely legs.

Her delicate, white feet were also a miracle; they were neither dry nor damaged. Faint blue veins and surrounding transparent capillaries were visible
on . The slender arches formed a lovely
curve, and the slightly thick soles felt like white marble.

Although cold, they were incredibly smooth. The neatly trimmed toes remained long and slender like bamboo shoots, and the toenails showed
no fatal defects. While the vibrant nail polish was gone, a delicate pink hue remained—
a result of Xiao Xu's deliberate injection of Medusa into the nail plates.

After washing her feet, Veronica turned around and turned Yunna's body to the side, rinsing her sister's back and
buttocks . However, when she washed the inner thighs and around the pubic bone, Veronica
was deeply attracted by the girl's round protrusions and plump labia!

For women, Yunna's pair of white tiger buns were rare and precious things, both in terms of
sensation and feel. Veronica stared at Yunna's private parts,
and then did something that surprised Xiao Xu.

She stuck out her tongue and licked back and forth on Yunna's round vulva, while stroking around it with her hand.
She even stuck her tongue into the narrow valley, like a bee sucking sweet nectar from a flower garden. Then
she put the plump labia into her mouth, the soft texture like rice cake!

This feeling aroused Veronica as well. Her lower body grew increasingly hot and even a little
wet She passionately caressed Yunna's vulva, even massaging her
already sensitive genitals through her black jeans, letting out moans.

Watching this wondrous sight, Xiao Xu couldn't bear to interrupt. He smoothly applied shower gel
to his sister Yunna's hair, face, and breasts, gently massaging them,
gliding it across her ample breasts like a spa therapist.

Even lying down, her proud breasts didn't sag; they felt soft yet resilient, with
pale blue veins visible on the white nipples and capillaries surrounding the pink areolas,
filled with a stable preservative-like substance protecting the underlying fat and muscle tissue.

Yunna's slightly plump figure made Xiao Xu's massage incredibly comfortable, like rolling happily on a silk-covered cotton
pillow .

He turned Winnie's body over, placing her arms across her chest against the table to protect her breasts.
Her head was then elevated, her long, black hair flowing over her slender neck. His large hands
moved up and down her straight spine, feeling the silky smooth skin.

Her round, pert buttocks stood high, full of flesh, the taut skin incredibly elastic, like a giant block
of white coconut jelly.

He cleaned these alluring mounds of flesh, occasionally patting them, enjoying
the wonderful sensation of the taut, trembling skin.

While Veronica happily masturbated, Xiao Xu excitedly patted and played with her; the two had completely forgotten
what they were doing.

After a long while, the sisters' bodies were finally cleaned. Xiao Xu laid the two sisters, Winnie and Yunna, back flat on
the treatment table, using wooden pillows to elevate their beautiful heads.

Night had fallen, and moonlight streamed through the small window, illuminating their soft, flawless white bodies, radiating a unique
, pure beauty.

Veronica exclaimed, "So beautiful! Perhaps they're right, these two sisters are truly goddesses descended to earth!"

Xiao Xu added, "Yes, thank God for returning them to us. What will happen to them next? This
matter might escalate."

Veronica replied, "I really don't know. I think their final resting place might be in a temple, because I've never seen anything
like it before. Perhaps we'll... enshrine them, like ghost wives."

"Enshrine them?" Xiao Xu was both surprised and delighted by this answer! This was the first time in his ice fetish career that he had witnessed
his masterpiece become an eternal work of art.

After learning of the discovery of the perfectly preserved female corpse in Ayutthaya, many believers had come from all over in the past two days, some even from Singapore and Malaysia. They surrounded the Crane Temple with layers upon layers of flowers, almost bursting the area where
the deceased's remains were disposed of. Seeing the growing crowd waiting outside, Veronica decided to find a temple elsewhere to hold a memorial service for the two girls. This would both draw the crowd away and fulfill the wishes of the worshippers. Several young people from Bangkok waited outside the service area; they had come specifically for the two girls. "Sawasdee ka, I'm Veronica Varata, the head of the Crane Temple. Are you here about these two sisters?" "We are students from Chulalongkorn University. Yunna Sinaya, from the 2009 class of Journalism and Communication, was supposed to enroll last year, but she never showed up. We learned from the news a few days ago that she had passed away , but her body is still incorrupt. Therefore, we are here on behalf of her classmates to pay our respects." A girl handed Veronica two cardboard boxes, which Veronica opened one by one. A wave of emotion immediately filled the room.

The atmosphere became incredibly magical. The box contained two luxurious Thai women's dresses. Although folded, the
smooth silk fabric, exquisite and intricate patterns, and matching gold and silver ornaments were dazzling.

"These dresses were made by our whole class to raise funds for the two sisters, hoping they can rest in
peace with the most beautiful demeanor."

After seeing off their classmates, Veronica and Xiao Xu returned to the processing room and unfolded the dresses. Rather than
dresses, they were more like two exquisite paintings. The pale yellow and pale pink silks
were embroidered with delicate floral patterns in gold and silver thread, and the designs of the bodice and shawl were also unique.

Xiao Xu first lifted Winnie's body, stretching her legs out so that Veronica could put on the pale yellow
cotton lace underwear. Then, a two-meter square pale yellow embroidered cloth was wrapped around Winnie's body
twice.

The dress was styled like a long cheongsam, with the opening fastened tightly with buttons and pins. A silver-white silk belt was then wrapped around her
waist to secure the dress, while the remaining decorative parts of the belt
draped down the skirt, their delicate floral patterns perfectly complementing the gold embroidery.

Next, Veronica dressed Winnie in a matching pale yellow strapless top, gently draping a velvety
shawl over her delicate arms, fair shoulders, and slender neck until only her fair chest
was perfectly exposed, her alluring breasts subtly revealed by the silk cloud-patterned bodice.

Meanwhile, her younger sister, Yunna, wore a gorgeous silk slip dress, layered with a pink and white chiffon
overlay . The flowing fabric and soft sheen, combined with her innocent charm, made her appear like a fairy descended from heaven.

Xiao Xu then dressed her upper body in a semi-transparent gauze coat. The gold thread embroidery on the coat
formed large floral patterns on the neck and chest, while the limbs were entwined with gold-woven vines and small flowers—a breathtaking sight.

After dressing the sisters, Veronica slightly turned them to the side, their legs slightly bent, and their arms hanging down smoothly,
in a natural sleeping position.

She took out jewelry from the box, parted Yunni's long hair from the middle to the sides with a comb,
and styled it into delicate curls. She then placed a pair of gold-based earrings inlaid with rhinestones on her earlobes, giving her an air of nobility.

For her younger sister Yunna's hair, Veronica left a wisp of bangs at the front of her forehead, and styled the rest into
several wide braids, then cascaded the wavy braids back like flowing water,
securing them with a silver butterfly and flower hair clip studded with diamonds, forming a charming ponytail.

After styling their hair, it was time for makeup. The sisters, who had been heavily made-up a year ago, now needed a more understated and elegant look to receive
the reverence .

Veronica first applied a light foundation to their slightly pale faces,
then used an eyebrow pencil to draw delicate, arched eyebrows. She also applied light pink or light brown eyeshadow to their eyes, paired with delicate eyeliner
, making them look very vibrant.

She then applied bright lip gloss to their lips, and to ensure the makeup lasted,
Vanellope also applied a clear varnish to their faces.

Dressed and made up, Xiao Xu and Veronica
were amazed by the sisters' appearance for the first time. Vanellope's sexy charm and Vanellope's youthful sweetness were both incredibly memorable.

Xiao Xu lifted the sisters' hands, looked at their faded nail polish, and then
applied a semi-transparent base coat to their nails.

Then, they picked up red paint and evenly applied it to Yunni's long, slender nails; Veronica, meanwhile, used
prepared nail polish to etch white jasmine and lotus patterns onto Yunna's hands.

The two of them, with perfect coordination, slipped four pairs of pre-prepared gold openwork bracelets onto the sisters' delicate
wrists, placing their hands clasped together on their lower abdomens, a serene and beautiful sight.

Their feet, of course, were not forgotten. Xiao Xu drew some holy water from the spring behind the courtyard and used it
to wash the sisters' feet again, adding
a touch of .

By the time the makeup was finished, it was dusk. Temple staff had placed two cloth coffins
outside the processing room. Xiao Xu and Veronica placed the two beautifully dressed sisters into the temporary coffins and then
transported them away.

The temple and Hexian Hall were located at opposite ends of the city, so even though the two girls were lying in temporary coffins
, many citizens followed the hearse to the temple.

The miracle was so captivating that Ayutthaya had no choice but to deploy police around the temple, while the devotees
remained eagerly awaiting its arrival.

Inside the temple, a large wooden bed was placed in the center of the courtyard, with a benevolent golden
Buddha statue at its head. The bed was covered with a spacious, soft, pale pink silk six-piece bedding set, beautiful and luxurious. Xiao Xu and Veronica escorted the two young women's bodies to the bedside. Together, the group lifted

the elegantly dressed Yunni and Yunna and gently placed their bodies on the bed. The next morning, the devotees gathered early outside the temple. The sisters' bed was now surrounded by thousands of fresh flowers, and the bed itself was covered with lilies, roses, calla lilies, and baby's breath. The fragrance of the flowers mingled with the scent of sandalwood, creating an indescribable sense of tranquility for everyone. Several monks sat on one side of the sisters' bed, continuously chanting scriptures. Thousands of devotees crowded the small courtyard, orderly filing past the two young women. They saw the sisters sleeping peacefully in the embrace of flowers and silk, without pain or sorrow; their beauty even overshadowed the Thai actresses who had come to pay their respects. The elder sister exuded a mature woman's sensuality. Her long, flowing, jet-black hair cascaded down her delicate face onto a pale pink silk pillow. A silver headband inlaid with pearls encircled her forehead, with a shimmering ruby at its center. Her light brown eyeshadow, upturned lashes, and fine black eyeliner accentuated the serene expression in her phoenix eyes. Her full lips shimmered with a pink, crystal-like sheen, and her delicately sculpted features, complemented by a touch of blush, exuded the unique charm of a slightly mature girl. Her ample breasts stood proudly beneath the soft, delicate fabric embroidered with gold, revealing a deep and alluring cleavage that was enough to make one's blood boil! A shawl of mixed gauze and feathers draped over her fair, jade-like arms, and her slender fingers were painted with a vibrant fuchsia.

Her sister, Yunna, wore bright nail polish and two pairs of glittering, openwork gold bracelets on her wrists. Beneath her skirt,
her beautiful feet, painted with pale pink nail polish, were faintly visible, exuding a unique vitality. Her younger sister, Yunna, beside her, radiated the pure innocence of a teenage girl. Her bangs, parted in a 3/7 ratio, covered her full forehead like silk, and her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows were faintly visible. Her long, flowing brown hair was styled into wavy braids, accentuating , making her appear dignified and charming. A platinum rhinestone tiara further enhanced her princess- like aura, as if she were about to be married. Her long, thick eyelashes adorned her pale blue eyeshadow, casting dappled shadows like fans. Between her delicate features, her small nose was as straight and refined as her sister's, and her lips, painted with cherry- red lip gloss, revealed glimpses of her white teeth. Her smiling expression seemed to be in a sweet dream, one from which no one could ever wake her. Her clothes were clearly more elaborate and flowing than her sister's. A long, white silk satin dress hugged her willow-leaf-like figure, and through the sheer outer garment, the tiny nipples of her breasts could be seen peeking through the silk. A long chiffon skirt covered her long, shapely legs, its intricate pleats adding a touch of innocent elegance to its luxurious appearance. Most captivating were her smooth, small feet, barely visible through the white gauze, resting neatly together on pale purple silk footrests, surrounded by flowers—a scene that would inspire love in anyone who saw it. People placed white chrysanthemums on the girl, or placed their hands on her hands or feet, hoping to receive the goddess's "blessing." Just as the ceremony was halfway through, a blind woman in her seventies from Singapore, supported by her family, approached the girl. She placed her hand beside the girl's beautiful hair and stroked it tenderly, but then tripped and fell as she stood up. A brief commotion ensued as people helped the old woman to her feet and carried her back to her home on a waiting stretcher. Whether it was a miracle or a coincidence, a few hours later, the old woman's eyes, which had been blind for many years, suddenly regained their sight! Because this miraculous event happened so suddenly, everyone believed even more strongly that the two girls would bring them good fortune. Xiao Xu's feelings were complicated at this moment. Could Medusa really have such power? Veronica jokingly said, "Xiao Xu, it seems your good fortune won't run out in the future!" Xiao Xu: "Likewise, didn't you also collect the essence of Yunna's Jade Cave?" Veronica: "You're so mean!" Regardless of whether it had any effect or not, after that ritual, the two girls' bodies were temporarily stored there, covered with a transparent glass cover to protect them from moisture and insects. The place was filled with incense every day, and intermittently, people reported the "miraculous effects" of touching the girls' coffins, such as no headaches, no blurred vision, and no tinnitus. [Epilogue] Later, it is said that the elderly woman who regained her sight entrusted her family to donate $200,000 to the Crane Temple to thank the sisters Yunni and Yunna for their blessings. Many devotees also donated various styles of clothing, all hoping that the two girls would receive proper offerings. The temple's small space could no longer accommodate more donations, so the devotees pooled their funds and built a small temple of nearly 100 square meters next to the original parking lot of the Crane Temple. The architectural style was no different from traditional temples. Stepping inside, it resembled a cozy boudoir. The wardrobes were filled with dresses donated by devotees from all over the world, mostly wedding gowns and flower girl dresses. In the center of the room stood a pair of high-end crystal glass coffins with gold trim, lined with soft cushions and covered with pink or ivory silk. The two sisters, Yunni and Yunna, now lay in their respective coffins. Their clothing had changed from traditional Thai attire to either solemn or luxurious wedding dresses. People stop here to admire, or kneel in prayer, and their eternally peaceful image has become the most beautiful . Ice Love Pavilion Anecdotes - Part 2 : Peaceful Jing'er has been back from Dachengfu for over half a year, and Xiao Xu has resumed his role as the second shareholder of the agritainment business. However, whenever the night , he still encounters the two sisters, Yunni and Yunna, in his dreams, and the content is still full of sweetness. One summer morning, on a highway in the low mountains northwest of C City, Xiao Xu drove his newly bought pickup truck, pulling his newly bought crane, along the riverbank. When the truck reached the vicinity of Mantou Mountain, it started to rain heavily, blurring the road and making the once clear road congested. He stopped the truck and looked out; a small landslide ahead had cut off the road, trapping passing vehicles . Speaking of Mantou Mountain, it is a famous cemetery in C City. Although it doesn't have the towering grandeur of famous mountains, its gentle slopes nestled against the mountain and beside the water make it a feng shui treasure. For over 200 years, numerous scholars, wealthy merchants, and celebrities have chosen this place for their final resting place. Sure enough, torrential rain mixed with mudslides swept some of the eastern cemetery buildings down the mountain into the dense forest below . Experience and intuition told Xiao Xu that something unusual must have happened in the Angel Cemetery and the Old Christian Cemetery; something extraordinary must have rolled down the mountain. He immediately had an idea—treasure hunting! The next night, under the cover of darkness, he drove his pickup truck to the forest . Pale moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows that swayed in the wind like ghostly figures. As expected, he found many coffins that had been swept down, some quite ancient, having disintegrated during the fall , leaving only piles of rotten wood and a few skeletons. A timid person would probably have wet themselves from the horrifying sight, but for this guy who had traveled the world to see mummies, it was nothing. The more deserted a place was, the more unexpected discoveries were likely to be made. Sure enough, as he walked deeper into the woods along the undergrowth, he tripped and fell, hurting his knee . When he got up, he saw that a black object resembling a picture frame had tripped him. It was made of hard walnut wood, with exquisite patterns around the edges, and the words "Handle with care" were written on it in some scrawled handwriting. When he turned it over, his eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed in amazement! The picture showed a young...

The girl he loved, with a radiant smile on her round face, had a small inscription below: "The Coffin of My Beloved Daughter, Yang Jing
(1983-2001)."

Gazing at this beautiful figure before him, Xiao Xu suddenly felt dizzy, a flood of memories
rushing to his mind—his awakening of his personality, and the beginning of his illicit love affair.

——————Memory Divider——————

Her name was Yang Jing, nicknamed Jing'er.

In his memory, she was a beautiful woman who had won countless piano competitions, a prominent figure in the compound.
Xiao Xu had special feelings for her.

More than ten years ago, the Xu and Yang families were neighbors. It is said that when Xiao Xu was born, the well-behaved Jing'er even personally put
on his diapers.

It was the summer of '97. His family, worried that Xiao Xu would be driving his Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese car gamer) all day, had him
stay at Jing'er's house during work hours to do his homework.

He was already wearing thick-rimmed glasses with a prescription of 100 degrees, sitting in her living room with a thick stack of homework .
His thin frame was covered in oversized clothes, making him look quite like Harry Potter from J.K. Rowling's books.

He liked to run around, often sneaking out of the first-floor balcony when no one was looking. This trick always worked, especially when Jing'er was sleeping or doing her homework in her room. One afternoon in August, having just finished his homework the night before, Xiao Xu was about to sneak out of the balcony when Jing'er spotted him, grabbed his hand, and quickly pinned the little rascal to the ground. "You little rascal, trying to sneak away again? Where did you go yesterday? You made me get a scolding from your mother." "Ah, please forgive me, I'll never do it again..." He had thought that this slightly feisty older sister would do something violent to him, but his worries were unnecessary. Jing'er gently helped him up with her soft hands, lightly patted the dust off Xiao Xu, and gave him a gentle smile. She was only 15 years old then, but already 1.65 meters tall. Her slender figure was like a willow swaying in the misty rain, and her graceful posture was more pleasing to the eye than any actress on television. Her beautiful feet were encased in pink wooden slippers, as pure and immaculate as white magnolias. Her feet were long and slender like leaves, with smooth, translucent insteps. Her pearly toes were neatly arranged on the clogs, and her polished toenails were painted with light red nail polish. Her feet had high arches, soft and alluring. She wore only short denim shorts, revealing her fair and delicate legs. Her long legs were half-bent and half-extended, seemingly swaying in the wind, graceful and charming. Perhaps her movements were a bit rough; Xiao Xu's limbs ached from the impact, and the young, naive boy started to cry in front of her. Seeing things were getting out of hand, she pulled him into her arms and said , "I'm sorry, little brother, I was probably too hasty and hurt you. It's all my fault, don't cry ..." This was the first time Xiao Xu had such intimate contact with another woman. He could feel Jing'er's slender waist and lower abdomen, and hear her steady, strong heartbeat. Looking up, he saw two rounded protrusions on her chest, small but beautifully curved. He could even see the delicate protrusions standing proudly, rising and falling evenly with her breath inside her off-white cotton short-sleeved shirt. Jing'er's fair face, round with a touch of baby fat, had a soft, white complexion like warm porcelain, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, like a ripe peach waiting to be ready, her shy appearance endearing. Her jet-black hair parted at her full forehead, cascading down her face to her shoulders. Slender, arched eyebrows framed her subtly prominent brow bone, and her delicate, high-bridged nose added elegance to her features. She blinked her large, bright eyes, her deep brown pupils as clear as lake water. Her double eyelids curved gracefully upwards at the edges, creating beautiful almond-shaped eyes, further enhanced by her thick, long eyelashes. Most captivating of all were her cherry-red lips, slightly upturned, sweetly melting Xiao Xu's heart. Then, Jing'er casually opened a wooden wardrobe. The small wardrobe was filled with her clothes: fashionable skirts and jeans, and numerous gorgeous gowns—custom-made for her competitions over the years, carefully treasured by her family. The most striking piece was a white silk maxi dress. Jing'er took out the long dress and placed it on a chair beside her. Honestly, even wrapped in plastic, the luxurious sheen of the silk was visible through the light. "This dress is newly made, for the Chopin International Piano Competition in a few months. Isn't it beautiful?" "So beautiful, like a princess. Can I see you wearing it?" She didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, gesturing for Xiao Xu to go to the living room to avoid her for a moment. A few minutes later, she changed into the dress. Xiao Xu couldn't believe his eyes. His sister, wearing a flawless white dress , lay sprawled on her bed, her serene expression like that of a fairy untouched by worldly concerns, exuding an indescribable elegance. She casually straightened the snow-white hem of her dress, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, and fell into a deep sleep. An hour later, Xiao Xu heard a faint sound coming from Jing'er's bedroom, somewhat like a painful groan after being struck . He quickly opened Jing'er's bedroom door to see what was happening. Before him lay an antique-style Chinese bed, sheer curtains hanging silently. A warm yellow light shone above the bed, and in the dim light, he saw Jing'er with her head held high, her bright red lips slightly parted, her exquisite features captivating. She stretched out her slender hands, caressing her full, firm breasts, rubbing them in circles. When aroused, she even played with her erect nipples through the silk fabric, then stroked her lower abdomen along the smooth texture. Young Xu didn't yet understand the purpose of her actions. When she moved the silk hem of her skirt back and forth , the smooth texture finally stimulated her delicate clitoris, eliciting a soft moan. Her whole body trembled, her movements becoming somewhat contorted, her legs contracting and expanding rhythmically on the pink bed, accompanied by moans that were sometimes rapid, sometimes drawn out. I only learned when I grew up that this is called "leg clamping, " a practice that girls often use to achieve orgasm because their parents didn't control them properly when they were young .

Xiao Xu slowly walked to her bedside, gently lifting the light gauze curtains. He saw Jing'er
lying there, drenched in sweat, her fair face flushed, as if she had just finished a hot bath.

She groggily opened her eyes, then sat up abruptly, looking at Xiao Xu with a strange expression.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you calling from the living room, and then I saw you looking a little pained… I wasn't sure if you
were sick, so I wanted to ask what happened?"

As he spoke, his face turned bright red, and he felt a swelling in his genitals, involuntarily ejaculating a white
fluid that clung to his underwear.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xu's first ejaculation occurred in such a scene. He instinctively
tightened his trousers and squatted down.

Jing'er didn't say much, only covering her mouth and smiling.

She gestured for Xiao Xu to sit on the bed and helped her remove her long dress.

"Um, sister, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"It's alright, sister isn't shy, is she?"

She lay straight, raising her arms, white as lotus roots. Xiao Xu cooperated by lifting the lace edge of her skirt,
revealing her delicate little feet. They were taut, with pale blue veins on the white insteps, neatly
shaped toes round like pearls, and almost no wrinkles on the heels and soles.

Xiao Xu leaned closer to smell them; they carried a faint sour, fishy smell mixed with sweat, and
the scent of pine left by the wooden slippers—a wonderful sensation.

As the skirt passed over her white, hairless legs, it reached between her thighs, where there was a deep groove protected by sparse
pubic hair , surrounded by pink labia. It was Xiao Xu's first time touching a woman's private parts.

Xiao Xu touched the labia with interest, but Jing'er trembled as if electrocuted,
letting out a soft, melodious cry, her face showing an expression of ecstasy.

Only later did she learn that this was called an orgasm.

"Sister, is it comfortable?"

"So good, let's continue! ^-^"

Xiao Xu untied the ribbon wrapped around Jing'er's waist, lifted the silk dress, and slowly
separated it from her lower abdomen and chest, passing through her neck and head.

Finally, her jade body was perfectly displayed before his eyes.

Xiao Xu stared blankly, admiring her as if examining a fine piece of porcelain. Her jade body was so white, her skin
as smooth as silk, her soft lower abdomen flat, and when he reached her chest, it was suddenly
blocked by a pair of round and firm snow-capped mountains, a pair of alluring breasts!

Although they were not as full as those of an adult woman, their beautiful shape still aroused his endless fantasies,
especially the deep cleavage between the two snow-capped mountains, which made his little brother involuntarily stand up. Jing'er was amused by the sight.

She flicked at Xiao Xu's bulging blue panties with her small hands, then reached out her smooth, slender hand to grasp
his erect penis , making piston-like motions from the glans to the testicles. Xiao Xu began to feel an itch inside,
his mind filled only with comfortable and exciting pleasure.

Thinking back now, how thirsty Jing'er must have been back then!

However, the unexpected was yet to come. She took out Xiao Xu's short but slightly erect penis
.

She gently parted her pink, sexy lips and took it into her mouth.

"Sister, no, it's so embarrassing..."

She didn't say anything, but simply controlled the penis's movement in and out of her mouth, licking
every part of Xiao Xu's genitals with her wet tongue, like a nimble goldfish, stimulating Xiao Xu's sensitive areas.

With each sucking and various deep-throating experiences, his genitals were already
wet , and the swelling not only didn't subside, but became even more intense.

For a moment, Xiao Xu was at a loss, and could only lie on the bed, grabbing Jing'er's legs with his hands. He ran his hands down
Jing'er's lower abdomen, caressing the pink labia and the slit between her legs, occasionally
licking the slightly plump jade petals with his tongue!

Moans escaped Jing'er's throat from time to time. Now Xiao Xu understood; it wasn't a cry for help, but
the unparalleled !

This made his penis grow even larger, sliding down her throat,
writhing . The double pleasure reached peak after peak, and white fluid spurted from the glans,
entering his sister's esophagus.

That day was filled with so many firsts: the first time seeing a woman masturbate, the first time undressing a woman, the
first time seeing a woman's private parts with his own eyes, the first time a woman had blowjobed him!

Everyone was enjoying the innocent pleasure of first love. Honestly, Xiao Xu had met
such a ; he could no longer tolerate ordinary women.

Another winter break passed in the blink of an eye. Leaving the school dormitory to go home, she saw her family again. Her neighbor,
Jing'er, had won the gold medal in a piano competition, and everyone rushed to congratulate her. Jing'er was now
preparing for her piano exam at the art academy.

At this time, Jing'er was 17 years old, her body already fully developed. Her slender figure was gradually becoming fuller, and
her pretty face still had a touch of baby fat, making her look very endearing.

She sat at the piano, playing intently. Her delicate, white hands danced across the black and white keys, and her body, wrapped in
a light purple silk loungewear, swayed rhythmically, creating
a perfect effect with the interplay of light and shadow on the silk and the rhythm of the music.

After finishing a Rubinstein piece, Jing'er felt a little tired; after all, it was an
extremely difficult piece.

She got up slowly and lay back down on her rosewood bed, which she had slept on for over ten years, now covered with
a soft pink satin quilt.

She lay flat against the light purple sheets, her beautiful face buried in the thick satin down pillow.

She didn't fall asleep peacefully. Her body slid slowly like a fish on cool, smooth silk, the
pleasurable sensation stimulating her nerve endings.

She couldn't resist reaching her fair right hand between her legs, pressing against the delicate labia
hidden deep , and the sensitive clitoris at the end of her pubic bone. She even
massaged her vagina in circular motions with her index and middle fingers until she stopped just before her hymen.

Her left hand lifted her shirt, kneading and playing with her slightly full breasts.

"Ahhhhhh!" Jing'er was immersed in the ecstatic pleasure of self-pleasure, her body
involuntarily tensing, her long legs and rounded buttocks writhing incessantly under the covers!

Endless pleasure heated the bed, her beautiful body glistening with sweat. The warm silk sheets
and blankets transformed into a den of lustful desire.

Just then, an assassin drew closer. A gas leak, caused by a malfunction in the gas hose,
began seep into the house, quickly spreading.

Jing'er was in danger, but she didn't realize it. Perhaps fate had decreed that this would be her
final, intense experience. The carbon monoxide poisoning and the hallucinations of her clitoral orgasm plunged her into a blissful,
near-death experience!

Her mind raced through clouds and ecstasy. Finally, she pressed her hand hard against her delicate
clitoris, her head snapping back, letting out a most wanton and sorrowful moan…

She was exhausted. She closed her eyes quietly, a radiant smile still on her lips, her hands still caressing her
warm, moist vulva, from which gushed vaginal secretions. She had ejaculated a great deal, soaking large sections of the sheets
.

When Jing'er's family returned home, they found the house filled with a strong smell of gas, making them
dizzy and nauseous . Jing'er's mother, Sister Hu, quickly ran into the kitchen to turn off the leaking gas valve, and then
searched everywhere for her beloved daughter.

When she opened the bedroom door, she saw her daughter sleeping sweetly and obediently in bed. She was
lying , her long, black hair fanning out her beautiful face.

Sister Hu quickly brushed aside her daughter's hair and saw that her face was fair with a rosy glow, a beautiful rosy red,
like the color of someone intoxicated by the climax of lovemaking. There was no sign of pain on her face, only a serene sleeping expression,
as if she were taking a leisurely afternoon nap.

Beneath the blanket lay another side of her. Her blouse was rolled up to her chest, her left hand cupping her pink right breast,
her index and middle fingers still pinching her nipple; her other hand was inside her silk trousers, still massaging her labia and clitoris.
Her legs were slightly curled, her toes spasming and gripping the sheets, a utterly wanton sight.

Sister Hu never imagined her daughter would secretly clench her legs like that, filling her with embarrassment and
frustration.

Sister Hu pinched her daughter's philtrum, but Jing'er was too deeply poisoned; no matter how she called,
she couldn't wake her.

She quickly straightened her daughter's body into a supine position, dialed emergency services, and knocked on all the neighbors
' doors. Xiao Xu and another uncle from next door arrived and helped get Jing'er into the ambulance.

In the emergency room, Jing'er lay peacefully on a white emergency bed, an oxygen mask covering her face. The doctors
hoped to use a high flow of oxygen to force out carbon monoxide from her blood and alleviate the poisoning symptoms, while simultaneously administering
atropine and dopamine to maintain her heartbeat and respiration.

However, due to the prolonged poisoning, her heart began to tremble severely and even stopped abruptly—
a very dangerous sign.

The doctors decisively decided to use electric shocks. Each shock sent electric currents across her body, the violent tremors causing her snow-white
breasts to sway gently against the pale purple silk.

Her tranquil head and neck tilted back with each shock, then floated motionless back onto
the pillow . The tense and powerless feeling was heartbreaking, yet so alluring.

After dozens of shocks, her heartbeat finally flattened, and her beautiful head tilted
to one side. They gave up on resuscitation.

Emergency Department Director Liang brought a flashlight and shone it into Jing'er's beautiful eyes. They were still clear and bright, but
her gaze was completely empty; her dilated pupils could no longer respond to the light.

The intense white light couldn't conceal her rosy complexion. Her delicate hands lay limply on the bed, her long, slender
legs pressed tightly together, her slightly plump feet stretched straight, the insteps forming a rounded crescent shape.

The nurses tidied her hair and clothes, covering her entire body with a white sheet.

Dr. Liang emerged from the emergency room, trying to suppress his grief:

"Old Liang, is there any hope for our Xiao Jing?"

"Old Yang, we did everything we could, but she's gone."

The news was devastating. Everyone watched as Jing'er, completely covered by a white linen sheet, was wheeled
out. Although she was gone, the thin sheet still perfectly outlined her exquisite figure, revealing
even the sheen of the pale purple silk beneath, and her beautiful face.

All the family members in the hospital gathered around, their hearts heavy. The women around Jing'er's age
broke down in tears.

Soon, her classmates and teachers arrived at the hospital to mourn their little piano princess.

Jing'er's mother held her beloved daughter's body, weeping incessantly, and neighbors could only support her to prevent her from falling.

Just then, Xiao Xu's mother, Chen Ran, arrived, and Xiao Xu quickly handed over the task to her. Chen Ran wiped away Jing'er's
mother's tears and comforted her.

"Sister Hu, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept this grief and don't ruin your health by crying."

Xiao Xu and her mother helped Sister Hu to the gurney to see Jing'er's remains. Gently lifting
the white cloth covering Jing'er's face, they saw that her pretty face was flushed, complementing her long, black hair, making her look graceful and beautiful, as if she were asleep
.

Seeing this, Sister Hu's heart quietly calmed down. Everyone watched as the gurney carrying Jing'er's body entered
the morgue.

According to local custom, a daughter who dies young is immediately wrapped in a red cloth to await disposal, so Jing'er's
delicate body was wrapped in a red PVC shroud.

Soon, the hearse arrived, and staff placed her body in a stainless steel
freezer before leaving the hospital.

Half an hour later, Jing'er was taken to the intensive mortuary.

Unlike the cold, dark atmosphere of a typical mortuary, this one had wooden walls and a
warm .

Jing'er's family, classmates, and friends arrived,
bowing , before tearfully watching her enter the mortuary.

Jing'er's brother, Yang Hui, was quite familiar with the place. He contacted the funeral home,
and after receiving a bribe of over ten thousand yuan, the director immediately sent Zhang Jie, who was on vacation, back to handle the matter.

Zhang Jie was an employee with over 20 years of experience in mortuary services; she was bold, meticulous, and highly skilled, having helped
countless celebrities pass away.

But this time was different; the family demanded that Jing'er's body be embalmed as soon as possible.

Zhang Jie began to have doubts.

Sister Zhang: "Boss, who's the big shot this time? Why did they summon me here in such a hurry?"

The curator: "It's not really a big shot, but the family gave us over ten thousand yuan. If we handle
this well and satisfy them, you'll take the lion's share, won't you?"

Sister Zhang: "Alright, you have to keep your word!"

Then Sister Zhang received the body wrapped in red plastic sheeting. The label read: Yang Jing, female, 17 years old,
from City C, date of death January 18, 2001, 16:40, cause of death - carbon monoxide poisoning.

Sister Zhang: "Sigh, only 17 years old, what a pity."

Despite her sigh, Jing'er had been dead for almost an hour, and her body temperature was still below 20 degrees Celsius. If she didn't remove her clothes soon
, it would be difficult to handle once her body stiffened.

Sister Zhang immediately cut the red cloth with scissors, then picked up Jing'er and placed her in the stainless steel treatment tank, letting
her lie flat to await treatment. Carefully, she slowly unbuttoned the expensive silk embroidered loungewear
, lifted her fair arms, removed the sleeves, and gently lifted her up, separating the top from the upper body.

Then, she lifted Jing'er's slender legs, letting them dangle slightly in the air and curl them, before letting the purple
silk pants leave her rounded buttocks and slowly removing them from her legs.

She gently wiped Jing'er's face and hair with a soft towel; the peaceful and beautiful face filled
Sister Zhang with a sense of regret and heartache.

She applied shower gel and disinfectant to the little beauty's body, starting from her face and working her way down,
gently massaging along Jing'er's exquisite figure.

After cleaning, following the family's embalming requirements, Sister Zhang opened Jing'er's beautiful eyes, removed the pair of
bright eyeballs, and extracted all the brain matter from the eye cavities, filling the holes with pink gel.

She then placed prosthetic eyes, the same size as Jing'er's eyeballs, into the cavities and closed the eyes with adhesive.

The effect was quite remarkable; the eyelids retained their full, rounded shape from life, and paired with long, curled
eyelashes, they looked exceptionally alluring.

The family requested that Jing'er's body be preserved for at least half a month, necessitating the removal of internal organs and blood
replacement.

Sister Zhang, using a flint scalpel, made a 10-centimeter horizontal incision in Jing'er's abdomen, then used
a speculum to hold it in place, and with both hands, removed all the still-warm internal organs.

According to the family's wishes, her healthy kidneys, liver, spleen, and other organs were placed in liquid nitrogen containers and transplanted to
people in need thousands of miles away—a final gift she left to humanity.

Sister Zhang carefully stitched up the cut surfaces with sutures, keeping her body as smooth as possible.

After resting for a moment, Sister Zhang drank water while tracing the veins between Jing'er's legs.

She used a knife to cut open the artery on the inside of her left thigh, pulling out the dark red blood vessel inside. She connected a tube to the pulled-out
vessel, the other end of which was connected to a special pump for embalming fluid.

Once the power was turned on, an anticoagulant mixed with purified water and alcohol began to be pumped into the vein, slowly draining the dark red
blood and clots from the incision on her thigh to prevent the formation of lividity.

Her body, originally a purplish-red, turned an unusually white, a unique beauty, her slender form
as pure and immaculate as a white marble coffin statue in a cathedral.

After the blood was drained, the
embalming fluid was infused, using the same interface, but this time it was a mixture of perfume, glycerin, phenol, and formaldehyde.

As Sister Zhang infused the fluid, she moved Jing'er's joints and massaged
the muscles to ensure the fluid was distributed more evenly throughout her body.

Unexpectedly, Jing'er's first high-end massage spa was completed here. If she were still alive,
the gentle caresses would surely have made her body heat up, drenched in fragrant sweat, and the endless pleasure would have made her feel like she was in heaven.

Half an hour later, a small amount of liquid seeped from Jing'er's skin and the corners of her mouth. At this point, the infusion was complete.
Due to the evaporation of some of the phenol, formaldehyde, and perfume, Jing'er's body was now exuding a fragrance.

The connecting tubes were removed, and the arteries and veins were sealed.

Finally, Sister Zhang inserted another tube along Jing'er's anus, the other end of which was connected to preservative gel. The machine pump slowly
injected the gel into her body, while Sister Zhang massaged her lower abdomen to control her body shape
until the injection was complete.

After the preservation task was completed, Sister Zhang pushed Jing'er into the fumigation container. The principle was the same as that of a hyperbaric oxygen chamber,
using the pressure difference between the inside and outside to force the preservative material to penetrate into the body, causing the proteins to denature rapidly for preservation.

She tirelessly operated the robotic arm, applying glycerin and phenol to Jing'er's body to keep her skin moisturized
for at least a month.

However, due to the excessive amount used and the improperly controlled fumigation time, the excess liquid forced the preservative material to penetrate
deeper into the body, and no one knew what the consequences would be.

Finally, the meticulous Sister Zhang injected a trace amount of nitrite into the capillaries of Jing'er's cheeks,
similar to curing meat.

An hour later, a faint blush appeared on Jing'er's originally pale cheeks. Finally, the sodium nitrite
injection was aimed at the pair of pale labia of Jing'er's private parts, which should have been as fresh as flowers at this age.
With the injection of the solution, the pale red color reappeared, even giving her anal area a hint of life.

After the body was processed, Sister Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, removed her airtight mask, and gazed at her
perfect work.

In her 20 years in the profession, she had seen countless horrific scenes, some grotesque, some highly decomposed,
but this beautiful work was the first she had ever seen.

Jing'er's originally pale body now appeared incredibly pink and delicate under the medicinal solution, like a blooming peach blossom.
Her serene expression suggested she was simply asleep, maintaining the vibrant energy she exuded after her bath—quite adorable. Following procedure, dressing the deceased again was an essential step. She took out the purple silk loungewear and white lace lingerie that

Jing'er had worn in life . First, she unbuttoned the soft top, slipped Jing'er 's left arm into the sleeve, and placed the garment behind her back. She then raised her right arm and repeated the same action. Perhaps due to the effects of the medicine, rigor mortis quickly subsided, making the process easier. Next, she put the original lingerie back on her chest and private parts, lifted her legs, letting her smooth feet dangle high in the air, and slipped the pale purple silk trousers down her legs and toes, past her rounded buttocks, pulling the waistband down to below her abdomen, completely covering her lace panties. Then, she laid her body flat and placed her in the cold storage.

A day later, Jing'er's brother, Yang Hui, arrived at the funeral home. He had been entrusted by his family to take his sister home.

For the past two days, he had been constantly awake, his eyes red with tears, sorting through his
sister's belongings and handling funeral arrangements with family and friends, his mind somewhat dazed.

He slowly walked to the cold mortuary, bent down, and looked at Jing'er's lifeless yet still
peaceful beautiful face. He embraced his sister tightly, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

Zhang Jie, standing nearby, could only comfort him while trying to persuade Yang Hui to let go.

Half an hour later, he finally laid his sister flat on the mortuary and prepared the body bag.

He unzipped it, supported her neck and legs with his arms, and lifted her up, letting her right hand grip his shoulder
.

Without her internal organs, she became incredibly light; her head and legs drooped limply,
swaying with her brother's movements.

Yang Hui placed her on a bright yellow silk mattress, covered her with a yellow drapery, and then put a
plastic sheet to cut off the air. Several blocks of ice were placed outside to maintain the low temperature inside.

A few hours later, a black car slowly drove into Building No. 3 in the residential area. The people in the car carried
out an object covered in a yellow body bag and brought it into the building.

Jing'er's home was now draped in white mourning clothes. A white mourning veil hung at the main entrance, and
a white .

Entering the living room, the sofa and TV cabinet had been moved away, leaving only a coffee table with some fruit
and incense on it. Behind it was another blue silk curtain, and further inside, a white funeral bed had been placed.

The funeral bed had been carried from her boudoir; the rosewood frame was simple yet elegant, with carvings and various
exquisite patterns surrounding the bed.

The beautiful bed, once covered in pink silk, was now draped in pristine white crepe satin. A
large silk pillow, decorated with elegant roses and surrounded by wide ruffles, sat on the sheet, highlighting
Jing'er's refined taste.

Jing'er's body lay peacefully in a white body bag. Chen Ran untied
the ropes , peeled back the white plastic sheet to reveal bright yellow brocade, and then, step by step,
unveiled Jing'er's exquisite remains.

Sister Hu collapsed onto her beloved daughter, holding her and weeping bitterly. The friends around her also
quietly shed tears.

"Please accept my condolences. Jing'er has departed peacefully and beautifully, proving her love for us was boundless. I believe she
wouldn't want to see you so heartbroken. Crying will only make everyone feel worse,"

Sister Hu said, looking at her daughter. The embalming solution had transformed her once pale body into a delicate, translucent pink,
like a budding snow lotus.

Gently touching her skin, it was smooth and supple, without the dryness or stiffness of a deceased person, only the scent of
perfume .

The faint blush on her face was as it had been in life; her delicate features were harmonious and well-defined, her slightly parted lips
incredibly alluring.

Seeing her daughter's exquisite remains, her heart calmed slightly.

They opened the body bag, lifted Jing'er's head and feet, and laid her back on the beautiful bed where she had rested.
Chen Ran asked Xiao Xu to leave for a moment to find Jing'er's photograph.

After Xiao Xu entered the room, the door was locked from the outside.

Only a few women remained in the hall: Xiao Xu's mother, Chen Ran; Jing'er's best friend, Lijuan; and Jing'er's mother,
Sister Hu.

Xiao Xu peeked through the gap in the upper curtain at the window and saw them open the bright
yellow silk quilt covering Jing'er. Chen Ran lifted Jing'er's soft waist with one hand, and with the other, pulled her pale purple embroidered silk
nightgown down to her thighs.

Jing'er was only wearing a white bra on her upper body, her rounded private parts covered by a small embroidered thong.
She took off her panties and put them into a small box.

Now, she was completely naked, and her perfect, alluring, and hot figure was indeed mesmerizing.

Lijuan used a velvet towel to wipe Jing'er's body little by little, from her feet to her neck, then to her collarbone,
breasts , lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals...

After washing her, Chen Ran brought out a small white box containing a set of dresses and underwear.

The bra part of the underwear was made with brocade, embroidered with plum blossoms, and surrounded by a circle of lace embroidery.
If she were alive, such underwear would have made Jing'er, whose G-spots were full of pleasure, feel comfortable all day long.

Chen Ran lifted Jing'er's legs, gently holding her cool and delicate feet, letting the white silk panties slip through her
tender and white legs, all the way to her thighs.

Lijuan unfolded her panties and slipped them over Jing'er's rounded buttocks. The brocade embroidered lace panties
perfectly covered her pert bottom and slightly full pubic area, making her slender figure irresistible.

Lijuan helped Jing'er sit up; her head slumped limply, her cascading, lustrous hair
falling straight down, revealing her snow-white neck.

Chen Ran carefully fastened the silk bra onto Jing'er's rounded breasts, gently aligning it with her beautiful
curves, and then slowly laid Jing'er down. Thankfully, it wasn't a group of men helping her change,
otherwise, how many lewd scenes would have unfolded!

Finally, it was time to change. Xiao Xu guessed it would be Jing'er's favorite long dress again, and he was
right. Chen Ran took out a large, exquisite piece of white soft satin from the box—no, it was the dress that accompanied
Jing'er eternal rest!

The enormous gown shimmered with a dazzling silky sheen, its magnificent skirt as pure and white as snow
. The shimmering light caused Xiao Xu's lower body to swell again.

Chen Ran slowly unfurled the gorgeous gown, simultaneously unzipping the back. Li Juan helped Jing'er up,
slipping the wide opening of the skirt from top to bottom, gradually positioning the upper body.

Chen Ran used his hands to smooth Jing'er's waist, abdomen, and breasts, allowing the gown embroidered with cloud and rose patterns to
perfectly showcase her exquisite figure.

Li Juan held Jing'er's arms, bending them and slipping them through the sleeves, letting the silk bell sleeves embroidered with lace cover
her arms , revealing only her slender hands.

Jing'er's body was now completely covered by the magnificent gown composed of three layers of silk and chiffon. Chen Ran
gently zipped up the back, allowing her to lie flat again on the white silk bed.

Li Juan assisted in spreading out her skirt, carefully smoothing it, making sure every pattern...
Every fold was perfectly displayed, and Chen Ran took a comb and smoothed Jing'er's soft, lustrous hair.

Her long hair was dark brown, slightly wavy and curly, making her look like a real-life Barbie
doll —no wonder she was the most beautiful female student in the history of the Chopin Piano Competition!

Sadly, fate was cruel, and she passed away young, leaving behind only a cold but exquisitely beautiful body.

After her hair was combed, Jing'er's beautiful little head was placed on a snow-white silk pillow embroidered with roses.

After dressing her, it was time for the makeup ceremony.

Xiao Xu brought a photo of Jing'er participating in a piano competition from her room and placed it
on the small table in front of her bier.

Li Juan evenly applied some light-colored liquid foundation to Jing'er's forehead, nose, eye sockets, face,
and cheeks, restoring her fair and natural complexion.

After brightening her face, she picked up a large brush and applied setting powder to lock in the foundation.

Picking up a brow brush, she applied brown brow powder to shape her brows, then used an brow pencil to draw individual hairs at the inner corners of her brows, creating a natural
growth pattern. She used white pearlescent powder to highlight the area from the outer corner of her eye to the crease, making her eyes appear more vibrant and defined. Then, using her fingertips, she applied brown and gray shades in a layered, even wash. A black eyeliner was used to draw a clear, even line along the lash line, creating a striking shape. Because Jing'er's eyelashes were naturally long, she looked incredibly charming without false eyelashes. Xianglian applied a pink lipstick to Jing'er's dry lips, then filled them in with a colorless, clear lip gloss , and finally applied a light blush to Jing'er's fair cheeks. In just over ten minutes, Jing'er was as radiant Everyone present was amazed, gazing lovingly at the beautiful young woman before them. She was so serene, so sweet, every smile and gesture exuding an ethereal elegance. People placed the flowers they held on her deathbed. The sweet fragrance was intoxicating, and with her lovely sleeping face, it was as if she were forever in heaven. If Jing'er knew this in the afterlife, she would be overjoyed. At dusk, Jing'er's encoffining was completed. Now, she slept sweetly in the luxurious embrace of silk, without a trace of pain or sorrow. At this time, people came to pay their respects in an endless stream, and wreaths of all sizes filled the room. Everyone's expression was sorrowful, and the flowers in their hands piled up on the fragrant bed. The piano music that had played continuously for ten years had now come to an abrupt end. The player was now in eternal sleep. Thinking of this, even Xiao Xu a junior member of the family, couldn't help but shed tears. Upon learning of Jing'er's passing, her teachers and other classmates came to her home to pay their respects. A dozen or so people sat the 30-square-meter living room, which usually felt spacious, but now it was a bit crowded. The girls at the scene looked grief-stricken, clutching flowers and on the verge of collapse. The boys stared intently at the beauty on the bed, their genitals visibly swollen, and Xiao Xu could see their embarrassment. If it were their lovers sleeping in luxurious clothes amidst silk and satin, probably no one could resist. Seven days after Jing'er's death, a small truck drove into the residential compound. Several people got out and laboriously carried up a wooden box-like object—the coffin they had custom-made for tens of thousands of yuan. It was made of high-grade golden nanmu wood from Southeast Asia, its dark red grain displaying beautiful auspicious cloud patterns, with exquisite decorations around the corners. Its waterproof and airtight properties completely isolated the inside and outside, making it ideal for preserving the body. Opening the coffin, everyone saw a double-layered structure, completely separated —supposedly designed to preserve the body for 50 years. The coffin was opened, revealing several layers of thick white silk lining the walls, their ornate folds shimmering with a captivating luster. The lower bedding was made of high-quality sponge, with a large silk down pillow placed inside – its comfort would surely allow Jing'er to achieve a perfect rest. The next day, Jing'er's funeral began. Aunt Hu was still murmuring something beside Jing'er, her mind somewhat dazed. Xiao Xu helped her to another room. Chen Ran rearranged Jing'er's dress and skillfully styled her hair into an exquisite European princess hairstyle. Xiao Xu watched from the side, thinking that she would probably never see such a beautiful girl again in her life. Jing'er's brother bound her feet with a ribbon, keeping her legs straight and together. Xiao Xu gathered the multiple layers of silk sheets on the funeral bed, ensuring they perfectly covered Jing'er's body . Everyone used silk scarves to hold the sheets and pillow, and together they lifted Jing'er up. Leaving the bed where she had slept for ten years, Jing'er was placed in the precious coffin. Xiao Xu personally tidied the bedding for Jing'er, trying to keep it as smooth as possible. Lijuan quietly adjusted her best friend's head, which was buried in the silk pillow, keeping it in a dignified lying position. She used a comb to tidy up Jing'er's long, black hair one last time, and placed her pale, limp hands folded on her lower abdomen. The moment of farewell had arrived. Hu Jie looked at her daughter's sweet sleeping face, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She took out a pink silk quilt from the box, decorated with peonies and lotus flowers embroidered in silk thread. This was originally prepared as a dowry for her daughter's wedding many years later, but sadly, it would never be used again. She covered her daughter's jade feet with the quilt, and then draped it down her wide skirt to her breasts. Lijuan then exposed Jing'er's silk-wrapped arms, placing her hands folded on her abdomen, pressing out delicate little folds. Finally, everyone poured the prepared roses, lilies, and daisies into the coffin, covering her beautiful body. She had departed from the turmoil of the world, sleeping sweetly amidst the smoothness of silk and the fragrance of flowers. Jing'er's brother brought a film SLR camera and took more than a dozen photos of the beautiful Jing'er in the coffin, a lasting memento. Witnessed by neighbors and friends, Jing'er's coffin was slowly closed, and Uncle Yang, with tears in his eyes, nailed a plaque inlaid with a photograph and a cross onto the front of the coffin. Then, several men lifted the heavy coffin and carried it to the hearse on the first floor, where it slowly drove away. Later, it was said that Jing'er's coffin, after several weeks of long journey, returned to her hometown, City C, thousands of miles away, and was buried in the Angel Cemetery on Mantou Mountain. Years later, Xiao Xu, who had moved from City G to City C for university, discovered this cemetery while exploring Mantou Mountain by chance , and unexpectedly found Jing'er's grave. From then on, every now and then a bouquet of flowers and several plates of fruit would be offered there.

——————The dividing line between memory and reality——————

His thoughts drifted back 13 years. Standing in a grove of overgrown weeds, Xiao Xu gazed
sadly at the beautiful figure before him.

Looking ahead, about ten paces away, in a grassy hollow, lay a black coffin, emanating a
faint, lingering fragrance. Despite being buried for over a decade, its exterior remained pristine.

Xiao Xu rushed forward, eager to open the coffin, but the seal was too tight. He had to
retrieve a crowbar and hydraulic opener from his vehicle.

With great effort, he finally managed to pry open the wooden outer lid.

Through the crystal glass inner lid, the beam of a flashlight shone through, illuminating the mysterious jade-like
body.

Initially, the flashlight beam revealed a misty atmosphere, with droplets of water clinging to the crystal glass,
clearly indicating the coffin's perfect seal.

Thirteen years had passed, and Jing'er still slept soundly in the white silk-lined coffin,
the layers of shimmering satin highlighting her elegant taste.

The pink lotus and peony quilt covering her still shimmered with captivating luster, showing no
signs of shrinkage or fading.

"My goodness, this is truly a miracle!" Faced with this scene, Xiao Xu understood that such a perfect body
had long surpassed the limits of human preservation; it would be a groundbreaking discovery anywhere.

"Sister, I'll take you away today!"

He didn't open the crystal glass lid, but instead closed the outer coffin lid to maintain
the stability .

He drove the pickup truck along the dirt road into the woods, using the newly purchased lifting equipment to lift the coffin to the back of the truck.

Initially, he thought the coffin might exceed the vehicle's carrying capacity, but as it turned out, the truck's
performance was indeed excellent, smoothly transporting the coffin to a small villa in Building D of the tourist resort.

After parking the car in the garage, a crane gently placed the valuable coffin onto a pre-prepared trolley.
Xiao Xu slowly pushed the trolley to the elevator and pressed the button for the B2 floor.

The second basement level, or as Xiao Xu put it, was a place where romance and fear coexisted. Apart from Xiao's mentor at the pharmacy school, no one knew this was the birthplace of Medusa, nor how many sleepless nights they had endured
for Medusa's success . Xiao Xu pushed the heavy coffin out of the elevator and stopped in front of a large steel door. He entered a 16-digit password, opened the door, and entered the underground "laboratory." At first glance, it was just an ordinary room with gray-white walls and several large shelves filled with The colorful liquids made the space look rather comical. In the center was a stainless steel bed, like a mortuary's treatment table, with a sink at one end and a wooden mat at the other . Beside the steel bed was a small bed covered with a semi-transparent glass dome—a temperature-controlled chamber used to preserve the female corpse, but never used before. Now, it quietly awaited its first owner. Xiao Xu, unable to contain his excitement, quickly opened the coffin, lifted Jing'er out , and placed her on the stainless steel table in the center of the room. In Southern European countries, Jing'er would currently be dressed in a holy robe, lying in a crystal coffin, receiving veneration as a saint . Her serene sleeping face was full of charm, oblivious to the passage of time, deeply immersed in an eternally sweet dream. Xiao Xu stroked Jing'er's delicate face. Although buried for many years, her skin was slightly dry, but the taut touch still retained the elasticity unique to when she was first buried. Her peach-shaped face was as bright as moonlight, her rounded chin still retaining a touch of baby fat, her straight nose leading to her full forehead, and her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows neatly drawn, full of spirit. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long, thin eyelashes curling proudly upwards like a curtain covering her rounded eyes. Her lips were slightly upturned, forming a sweet cherry shape in the center, her small, rosy mouth slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth like sparkling white jade set in red gemstones, exceptionally sensual. Her jet-black, glossy hair cascaded down her cheeks, spreading straight across the table, the ends slightly curled, adding a touch of classical beauty to her otherwise demure appearance. Sparse bangs adorned her beautiful forehead, swaying in the wind, even more captivating; they were silky smooth to the touch, and carried the subtle fragrance of fruity shampoo. Parting the cascading black hair, Xiao Xu noticed emerald earrings on her delicate earlobes, a silver princess tiara adorned with pearls on her head, and an elegant cross necklace around her slender, white neck, a testament to her faith in life. Perhaps, at this moment, she still rests peacefully in heavenly paradise? Looking down, her fair hands remained steadily resting on her lower abdomen, her pale pink nails adorned with various floral patterns, adding a touch of life to her otherwise lifeless body. Xiao Xu untied the ribbons binding her hands, allowing her palms and arms to naturally extend to her sides . She was completely enveloped in a magnificent white silk maxi dress; the thin fabric accentuated her rounded breasts, flat stomach, and slender legs, making them appear alluring and seductive. One could even see the alluring cleavage formed by the deep contours of her pubic area below her abdomen. Her delicate feet were encased in white, semi-transparent nylon stockings, smooth to the touch. Her lithe feet were taut, the arches forming a perfect curve, her neat toes peeking out like shy rabbits hidden deep , her manicured nails still clearly visible through the fabric. Lifting the snow-white silk maxi dress, she gently removed it along her stockinged legs, then raised her arms, allowing the dress to smoothly leave her body. Careful Xiao Xu removed her white underwear and stockings, placing them in a semi-transparent box as a keepsake . Since Jing'er had been exposed to the light of day for 13 years, her skin would gradually darken and dry due to oxidation in the air. To preserve the suppleness of her body, she needed to be soaked again. He placed the prepared Medusa potion on a white porcelain tray and added a mixture of water, glycerin, ethylene glycol, and a trace amount of phenol to a transparent crystal glass tank . He lifted the beauty's arms and legs, gently immersing her in the solution. Watching his sister float naked in the solution, her lovely face and flowing hair complementing each other, she resembled Ophelia from Shakespeare's plays—serene and beautiful.

The next morning, Xiao Xu slept in late and went to the basement after getting up.

He lifted Jing'er out of the water and laid her on the treatment table, soaking wet.

After being rehydrated, her previously dry skin became plump and tender again, like the white of a freshly boiled
egg , which made Xiao Xu very gratified.

He picked up a syringe containing blue medicine, preparing to inject Medusa A and B into her veins.

However, while examining her abdomen, he discovered suture marks left from when the body was disposed of years ago. Xiao Xu
could determine that her internal organs had been removed, so he selected
veins in the carotid artery, armpit, femoral artery, ankle, and waist, and injected needle A into them.

The liquid flowed very smoothly in her body, and the components of the medicine seeped into the muscle tissue that had been preserved for many years,
mixing with the fibers and fat to form a gel-like substance.

Then he injected the syringe containing pink medicine, making her originally ashen-white body become delicate and lifelike
again . This was a delicate task, and he had to ensure that the rest of Jing'er's body remained smooth and intact.

After the injection, he picked up the showerhead again, the warm water washing away any remaining medication. He then applied shampoo and shower gel to
Jing'er , allowing her to enjoy a long-awaited bath.

Her skin, moisturized by the shower gel, became smoother than silk, and any remaining makeup on her face was
rinsed away, leaving only a pure, bare face.

When he reached the area below her pubic bone and between her thighs, he subconsciously slowed his movements.

He had never so carefully admired a woman's private parts, especially such a young woman.

Her smooth, beautiful vulva protruded perfectly from her lower abdomen, forming a pair of delicate labia. Because of
the few micrograms of sodium nitrite injected during the procedure years ago, it still looked pink and tender.

Xiao Xu gently parted these alluring petals, revealing a hidden paradise inside. Beneath the labia majora and minora, the rosy
mucous membrane was as fresh and delicious as fish meat just out of the water!

Beneath the firm, elastic muscles lay a white, translucent membrane, like a barrier
blocking any intruder's path—Jing'er's hymen, guarded for 18 years yet untouched.

"So Sister Jing'er remained chaste until her death!" Xiao Xu muttered, his heart
pounding . His lower body was already hard and swollen; the feeling of wanting to burst but being unable to ejaculate was both painful and wonderful.

Thirteen years had passed; the boy had grown into a man, while the woman before him retained
the purity of a seventeen-year-old, as if it were destiny.

He pulled Jing'er into his arms, kissing her silky, smooth hair, which, after being moistened by water,
retained the fragrance of flowers.

Xiao Xu gently stroked her face with his slightly rough hands; her delicate, arched eyebrows, though somewhat
sparse , still felt as soft as velvet!

He stroked Jing'er's long eyelashes, watching them cast long shadows on her face like fans. He
kissed her pink eyelids, eyelashes, and the area behind her ears—the areas Jing'er loved to play with most in her life.

He gently stroked her delicate, upturned nose, lightly biting the tip of her pink lips, as if savoring a ripe
cherry. That serene smile transcended the passage of time, remaining as enchanting as ever.

Xiao Xu even pried open Jing'er's small mouth, letting his tongue linger between her teeth, like a
shy .

He gently held Jing'er's back with one hand, and with the other, he supported her head, which was tilted back limply, burying his
face deep inside her, his lips lingering on her slender neck, rounded shoulders, and alluring collarbone
.

Her round, firm breasts naturally didn't escape his notice. The round, mound-like peaks
remained firm, and thanks to Xiao Xu's potion, the originally grayish-white areolas and nipples had become rosy
and vibrant. He pressed and rubbed them with great interest, the sensation incredibly pleasurable.

Her smooth back also bore the marks of Xiao Xu's caresses, and her round buttocks remained firm,
with a small amount of soft fat still present.

Seeing this, Xiao Xu entered a frenzied state, running upstairs like a madman. He found
the lubricant in the drawer and applied it to Jing'er's body. Jing'er's body became as if coated with oil, becoming soft and shiny,
the lemon scent of the lubricant filling the room.

He placed his hard, swollen penis between Jing'er's breasts, massaging and rubbing it incessantly, then using Jing'er's small hands to grasp
the head of his penis in circular motions.

He hadn't forgotten those delicate little feet either. Xiao Xu lifted them himself; they were still taut, slender
, and had a cool, soft feel. The rounded toes were still as delicate as ever.

He stroked the smooth instep, looking at the clearly visible veins and the translucent, fair color. The slender
toes huddled together like shy little birds, and the neat, olive-shaped toenails, though faded,
were still captivating under the light.

Xiao Xu had probablyn't seen such beautiful feet in many years, especially since his first time had been with
Jing'er's feet!

Thinking of this, he couldn't resist putting Jing'er's right big toe in his mouth. After multiple washes and sterilizations,
it no longer had any of its former smell, but the delicate, full texture was still incredibly alluring.

Playing with those enchanting feet, Xiao Xu's lower body was already erect.

He moved upwards along the soles of her feet, over her long legs, to the palace that countless men yearned for.

In her lifetime, Jing'er had secretly stimulated her labia and clitoris countless times during piano competitions to achieve the intense pleasure from these orgasms,
and her playing became even more beautiful with each climax. Sometimes she would even stuff homemade silk balls into her underwear so that the silk would continuously stimulate her genitals

when she sat down , achieving sustained and pleasurable orgasms. Over time, she became hopelessly addicted, until fate took her away. He immediately parted the labia and fully inserted his penis into Jing'er's vagina. At first, Xiao Xu felt a tightness and couldn't penetrate, which surprised him greatly. Jing'er 's vagina was so narrow and tight, showing no signs of loosening due to post-mortem muscle relaxation. He tried twice more, and the head of his penis slowly began to penetrate, finally . However, there was no longer any blood flowing out; instead, lubricant was introduced during the continuous thrusting. He gripped Jing'er's arm tightly and spread her legs to their widest angle, her body pressed against Xiao Xu's crotch.

Trembling incessantly, the well-preserved inner wall muscles undulated and contracted, tightly gripping the constantly moving penis.
The cool touch was exquisite, making Xiao Xu's penis grow even larger!

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he lifted Jing'er up and laid himself on the cold table. His hands supported
Jing'er's slender body, letting her bounce on his flesh in a lotus position.

Her head drooped limply, swaying, her long, black, lustrous hair flying wildly in the wind, as if
given a new life!

Images of his youthful days of budding passion flashed through his mind, Jing'er's soft, wanton cries of excitement
having stirred countless waves within him.

After nearly a thousand thrusts, Xiao Xu finally unleashed his pent-up energy, hundreds of milliliters of
white fluid gushing out like a flood. That time, he ejaculated for a full five minutes.

After ejaculating, Xiao Xu, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep. Jing'er also collapsed weakly forward, her soft
body pressing against Xiao Xu, motionless. Her long, black hair covered Xiao Xu's face. Everything was so
peaceful and serene; they drifted off to sleep on the treatment table.

Xiao Xu was awakened by his phone beside him. He found Jing'er still lying on top of him,
her beautiful face still lifelike.

She had never been with any man in her life, and her body had miraculously escaped decay, ultimately
returning to Xiao Xu's hands. It all seemed like a dream, but it wasn't a dream after all. Xiao Xu needed to consider how to treat this
lovely girl well.

He wiped away the remaining fluids from Jing'er's genitals and cleaned them again with a soft cloth before opening
the crystal chamber that had been prepared for so long.

Its design is quite unique; the long, oval bed can comfortably accommodate two girls sleeping simultaneously. The European-
style reveal the designer's ingenuity, while the shimmering rose-red velvet bed inside shines like a
precious gem.

The transparent fused crystal on top features a graceful arc shape; upon closer inspection, it's a double-layered design
with a vacuum in the middle. This was specially commissioned from J province for Medusa's experiments, and now it has finally
found its owner.

Xiao Xu gently placed the naked Jing'er inside, covered her with the velvet blanket, then sealed the hatch and
turned on the power.

Colorless nitrogen gas was released until it filled the entire sealed space, and then the temperature rapidly dropped to 1 degree
Celsius .

"Sleep well, sister. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back to keep you company!"

He was gone for two days. After returning from C city, Xiao Xu couldn't wait to go back to the basement. He
slowly opened the crystal chamber, and the cool air inside quickly cooled the previously stuffy room.

Xiao Xu led Xiao Jing to his room on the second floor.

This was originally Xiao Xu's love nest, designed for his future wife. Now, before he'd even met his soulmate,
his former best friend Jing'er had already taken it.

Ignoring any feng shui concerns, Xiao Xu placed Jing'er on his beige cotton mattress.

He brought a large white box from the living room containing a complete set of bridal attire and accessories: white
silk lingerie and stockings, a classic fitted off-the-shoulder wedding dress, a semi-transparent long veil, white silk
gloves, and a floral crown.

This was his masterpiece, carefully selected from numerous high-end bridal shops in City C, perhaps reflecting his expectations for his perfect
partner.

He first applied a pair of silicone breast pads along the lower edge of Jing'er's breasts to make them appear fuller.
After securing them, he fastened the center, instantly creating an alluring cleavage and making her breasts appear
significantly fuller.

Xiao Xu fastened the newly bought white silk bra over Jing'er's full breasts from bottom to top. Because it was thin and soft,
Jing'er's nipples could still be seen playfully peeking out, just as they had been in life.

The stitched wound on her lower abdomen was destined never to heal. Xiao Xu
wrapped an elastic flesh-colored bra around her abdomen twice until the two buttons were tightly fastened together, not only perfectly concealing her
but also revealing her slender waist.

After finishing with the upper body, Xiao Xu lifted Jing'er's knees to her jade-like feet, propped her buttocks
up with her own pillow, and put on the exquisite white lace panties, letting the satin embroidered with roses cling tightly
to her round and firm buttocks, revealing an alluring cleavage under the pressure of the elastic fabric.

Stockings were naturally an indispensable part of a woman's beauty, but Jing'er rarely wore them in her life, after all, she hadn't reached that
age yet.

Xiao Xu crumpled the prepared stockings into a ball and slipped them onto Jing'er's delicate feet,
spreading until they reached mid-thigh.

Encased in the white, semi-transparent stockings, the lines of her beautiful legs appeared soft yet firm. He
connected the nylon straps at the top of the stockings to the edge of her panties, completing this sexy yet slightly erotic lingerie set
.

Truly, clothes make the man (or woman), and Jing'er had never been so captivating. She seemed like a
woman reaching a mature stage; if one didn't know beforehand, who wouldn't be deeply attracted to her beautiful body?

Xiao Xu slowly unfolded the wedding dress on the bed, raising Jing'er's hands and allowing the dress to slide smoothly onto her body
until it fit snugly. He then wrapped her slender hands in long white silk gloves
, enhancing her elegance.

Honestly, the wedding dress was of truly excellent quality; the off-the-shoulder V-neckline revealed her sexy collarbones
, and the cute puff sleeves hugged her rounded shoulders.

Her full breasts stretched the silk bodice to resemble shimmering snow-capped mountains, a large rose blooming
perfectly , adorned with pearls and rhinestones, complementing the pleated design on both sides and highlighting her youthful beauty.

The waist was specially cut into a slightly concave double curve, revealing her perfect waistline, with a
silk belt embroidered with cloud patterns wrapped around it and tied into a pretty bow at the left front.

Below was a sweetly styled A-line skirt, like a large silk umbrella,
gently cascading down supported by a thin inner tulle, covering Jing'er's ankles, revealing only her
small feet .

Xu Xiao's hands kept holding this soft and smooth treasure, feeling it was simply too wonderful, like
a fish just out of the water, or like her mother's skin when she was a child, without pilling or loose threads, only a flawless
surface , with a soft, milky luster.

Xu Xiao buried his face in the large hem of his skirt, breathing deeply, savoring the unique fragrance of mulberry silk and the soft,
rustling sound of it rubbing against the fabric.

He also lifted the skirt and began to play with his delicate little foot. Through the stockings, the white
shape of his foot appeared even longer, the high arch curving upwards into a perfect arch, creating a crescent-shaped
curve !

Xu Xiao gently rubbed it against his face, the scent of the stockings' fibers and the faint fragrance
of intoxicating him.

The firm, plump heel and the smooth, thornless sole felt so exquisite, so irresistible.

The seams at the toe of the stockings were specially designed with French lace patterns, the ten rounded toes stretching
upwards, no longer the curled-up posture they had previously displayed. Xu Xiao had already applied a
pinkish-white base coat and dyed it an alluring red with nail polish.

And so, Xiao Xu and Jing'er, like newlyweds, entwined themselves on the bed for several hours. As
dusk approached, it was time for Xiao Xu to finish Jing'er's final grooming.

He used an eyebrow pencil to draw willow-leaf shapes on her eyebrows, then applied light blue pastel to her eyelids,
using a very fine brush to outline the lines of her almond-shaped eyes on the inner corners of her double eyelids, making her eyes appear more vibrant.

Because nitrites had been added to her cheeks during preservation, only BB cream was used to brighten her forehead,
nose , triangular area, and face, restoring her to her former rosy appearance.

For her lips, Xiao Xu used a Medusa moisturizing and shaping injection,
injecting a few milliliters along the corners of her mouth and the creases of her lips to keep them moisturized for a long time. Then, he applied a magenta lip gloss,
and her smile regained its former radiance. Xiao Xu then styled her hair into a cute bun, leaving some curls to form a wavy fringe

that swept across her forehead . A sparkling rhinestone necklace hung neatly below her neck and between her collarbones, while a rose- adorned wreath adorned her head. A long, half-length veil completed the elegant and captivating bride look! [Epilogue] The golden sunset filtered through the mountain crevices into Xiao Xu's bedroom, casting a rosy glow on Jing'er's elaborately dressed form , enhancing her beauty. Xiao Xu sat cross-legged beside her, admiring her unparalleled beauty. He slipped a pair of soft-soled, pale pink wedding shoes onto Jing'er's silk-stockinged feet and bound them with pink ribbons. He lifted Jing'er and carried her back to the basement, where everything had been prepared. The oval crystal coffin awaited her arrival. Xiao Xu laid Jing'er gently on the velvet bed, surrounded by a ring of pink roses, making her appear even more beautiful. He placed Jing'er's hands quietly along the ribbon at her waist, held a bouquet of white roses to his chest , and kissed her forehead deeply. Finally, he gently covered Jing'er's face with the veil. Now, Jing'er sleeps peacefully in a cryogenic coffin filled with inert gas. She is so serene, so pure, like a young woman resting peacefully before marriage. In her remaining days, only one man accompanies her— the little boy who has been her neighbor for ten years, the man who rediscovered her and gave her a "new life." If Jing'er could know this in the afterlife, perhaps she would be deeply gratified! In the blink of an eye, the leaves in the northeastern mountains of City C are slowly turning yellow. The hot summer season is about to end, and Xiao Xu's mountain villa is once again entering its busiest time. He drives his pickup truck, heading into the distance. And in his heart, a few worries have already arisen. (The End)

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