A strange encounter with a corpse

In room 8603 of the Orange Home Inn, a long-legged beauty lay disheveled on the large bed. A well-proportioned, refined young man, over 180cm tall, shirtless, carefully climbed onto her. This
young man was Zhang Mo, who had returned from picking up the woman, completely drunk. He and Ma Chao, like idiots, had carried the woman to the hotel, and Zhang Mo had bought her "rights" for the night for 500 yuan. Now, Zhang Mo was ready to make that 500 yuan worthwhile.
Zhang Mo lay on top of the woman, his body trembling slightly with excitement, feeling both thrilled and afraid, glancing at her with concern. Just then, the woman suddenly sat up and hugged Zhang Mo.
Then came a loud "Ugh!" that echoed from her abdomen, throat, and mouth beside Zhang Mo's head. Zhang Mo froze, waiting a moment. Fortunately, it was just dry heaving; nothing strange came out. Relieved, Zhang Mo thought, the woman then lay back down, adjusted her position, and continued sleeping.
Thinking the woman had woken up, Zhang Mo was so frightened he almost had a heart attack. This was rape, a crime punishable by at least three years in prison and up to the death penalty—no joke. He lay prone, too afraid to move. The small room reeked of the woman's vomit.
Zhang Mo stared at the beautiful girl, her shirt unbuttoned, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her legs gleaming under the bedside lamp, lost in thought for a long time. Ultimately, morality and reason prevailed. Zhang Mo picked up his clothes and put them on, went to the window and opened a crack to let in some fresh air, finally lying down on the hotel sofa and closing his eyes to rest.
The woman on the bed seemed to be in great discomfort, constantly shifting her position, the rustling sounds of her body rubbing against the blankets echoing throughout the night.

"Slap!" A crisp slap rang out across Zhang Mo's face. Startled awake, Zhang Mo quickly scanned the room. Thankfully, the woman was still alone.
"Did I do anything to you last night? How many times?" The woman, now awake, showed no shyness or coyness whatsoever, and barked at Zhang Mo in a seductive tone.
"No... I didn't violate you," Zhang Mo stammered.
"1500," the woman said again.
"What? What 1500?"
"Whether you did it or not, it's 1500 for the whole night. You know that rule, right?"
"What rule?"
"Prostitution, you've never done it before."
"No." "
Hmph, hypocrite. No matter what you say, 1500. Pay up and leave immediately. If you don't, you might not be able to leave this room."
"Huh?"
Zhang Mo was completely terrified by the scene before him, staring at the woman speechlessly, his mind blank.
Seeing Zhang Mo's behavior, the woman was momentarily stunned. "You didn't actually do something heroic by bringing me to a hotel, did you?"
"Um, um, I saw you sleeping on the roadside and was worried about your safety, so I brought you to a hotel. If you don't have any money, I can lend you some," Zhang Mo quickly explained.
"Huh?" The woman grunted.
"No, no, no, you left it with me. Here you go." Zhang Mo quickly grabbed a handful of about ten red bills from his wallet and gave them to the woman. The woman took the money and limped out of the room,
leaving Zhang Mo sitting on the sofa, tears welling up in his eyes.
Dejected, Zhang Mo took a taxi back to Fengqi Wutong. He was depressed the whole way, didn't even have the appetite for breakfast, and headed towards Building 33. Fengqi Wutong in the morning was like a ghost town, and the pedestrians seemed to be in a state of despair. When he passed Building 29, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure—it was the young woman who had just robbed him of 1500 yuan. Damn it, she really was a virgin prostitute.
What bad luck! Zhang Mo cursed inwardly and quickly walked deeper into the residential area.
"Hey, you pervert, stop right there!" A loud shout shattered the quiet of the neighborhood and Zhang Mo's last hope.
"Girl, you called me!" Zhang Mo was almost crying, but he still turned around to answer.
"Come here."
"What?"
"Come here when I tell you to! Stop talking nonsense! Are you even a man?" The woman was like a shrew, extremely aggressive.
"Sigh," Zhang Mo sighed.
He walked towards the woman, following her up three floors to apartment 302. The woman opened the door to an apartment that had been partitioned into four rooms, with no living room. The walls of the four rooms were covered with LED strip lights, and signs hung on the doors advertising sexy photos, names, prices, and whether they offered services that day.
This was truly a brothel.
Zhang Mo followed the woman to the innermost room, which was presumably the original master bedroom. The room was large, with an open balcony and an ensuite bathroom. Just before entering, Zhang Mo saw a photo of the woman in a bikini. She had a youthful face, large breasts, and long, alluring legs; she was incredibly seductive. Her name was Xiaoqian, and she was 19.
"Sit," the woman said, kicking off her loincloth. She quickly removed her clothes and skirt, leaving her in only high-waisted stockings and underwear. Her black lace bra was a half-cup, without any support, and through the stockings, the black lace panties were faintly visible, revealing her round, pert buttocks to Zhang Mo. She took two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, giving one to Zhang Mo and drinking the other herself.
"Tell me, why were you following me?" the woman asked, looking down at Zhang Mo.
"I wasn't following you. I live here too. I didn't know you lived here," Zhang Mo said hurriedly, opening the drink and taking a quick sip to calm himself.
"You live here?" the woman asked in surprise. "A local? Just got back?"
"No, no, I'm from Zhejiang Province, just visiting. I live in building 33 at the back."
"Oh, Sister Meng's place." After saying that, the woman started drinking her beverage and stopped talking.
Then, the woman seemed to think for a moment, got up and sat down next to Zhang Mo. A mixture of perfume, alcohol, sweat, and the woman's unique scent wafted into Zhang Mo's body. A mix of smells.
"What do you do? Judging by your Apple and Gucci, your family must be well-off." The woman said, taking Zhang Mo's wallet from his pants pocket.
"I'm a writer. My parents are teachers, working class, average income." Zhang Mo felt a little strange. Was there some kind of dating show segment here?
"Zhang Mo, male, Han nationality, 28 years old, from Zhejiang Province. Wow, your ID photo is quite handsome. I didn't expect you to be a refined scoundrel." The woman teased, rummaging through Zhang Mo's wallet.
"Ah, not really." Zhang Mo said hesitantly.
"Hmph, then why do you go pick up corpses? You're a repeat offender, aren't you?" The woman was unusually playful.
"It's really not what you think." Although Zhang Mo tried his best to explain, the woman's eyes were full of disbelief.
"How about this, you be my boyfriend." The woman suddenly suggested. Zhang Mo was blank. What? Girlfriends just fall from the sky? Seeing that Zhang Mo didn't agree, the woman pressed on, "What, you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I don't. But what should I do as your boyfriend?"
"Do I have to teach you what to do?" The woman actually smiled charmingly and hugged Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo quickly put down his drink and wrapped his arms around the woman's back. The woman was slender, without an ounce of fat, and her skin was smooth to the touch.
The woman pressed her lips to Zhang Mo's ear, and her smooth, delicate tongue probed into the ear canal. A tingling, electric sensation sent goosebumps all over Zhang Mo's body. His pale face instantly turned hot and red, and his two large hands roamed down to the woman's round, perky buttocks.
The woman licked for a while, took a breath, and puckered her lips to kiss Zhang Mo's cheeks and nose. She then used her tongue to lick and suck Zhang Mo's face wantonly. Zhang Mo felt a surge of lust burning throughout his body; his penis suddenly became erect, wanting to burst out of his pants. His hand had already slid down the smooth stockings to the woman's private parts, forcefully digging along the cleft. The woman was burning hot, a tingling sensation spreading from her groin throughout her body, a warm current flowing from her lower abdomen.
"Come...come in," the woman said, kissing Zhang Mo's head haphazardly at this seemingly refined scoundrel.
Zhang Mo picked the woman up and threw her onto the sofa. The woman obediently lifted her buttocks, allowing Zhang Mo to remove her stockings and underwear, spreading her legs to reveal her 19-year-old pink vulva to him. Then, she pinched a condom she had taken from Zhang Mo's wallet and handed it to him. Zhang Mo unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear and trousers down to his thighs, revealing a 6.7-inch baseball bat-like member pointed menacingly at the woman's young face.
A strong stench of urine mixed with prostatic fluid assaulted the woman's senses. She licked her dry lips, smeared her swollen labia with warm, slippery love fluid, and Zhang Mo, clumsy, put on a condom, supporting his penis at the waist, and the two young bodies joined together.
Ah! Almost simultaneously, both let out a high-pitched groan.
"Ah~ Ah~ Zhang Mo, are you an animal? How can it be so big? Ah~ Be gentle~ Ah~" After the initial fullness, the woman's vagina felt a strong tearing sensation. She swayed left and right under Zhang Mo's thrusts, finally seeing the monster invading her body.
Ah, it was already deep inside, so why was there still such a long part sticking out?
Zhang Mo's eyes were now red. The woman's genitals were the typical shape of a Chinese woman's, with the labia majora and minora roughly the same size, slippery and moist like a freshly caught abalone. The initial penetration was indeed very easy, but when he tried to penetrate deeper, he encountered immense resistance. He could clearly feel the folds and peristalsis of the vaginal walls deep inside. Surprised and somewhat proud of his size, he even thought of a joke.
A man saw his ex-girlfriend, whom he had dumped, holding hands with a wealthy old man—looking very sweet—and approached the old man, saying: "She's my used secondhand goods, do you want her too?" Then the woman said, "Only the outer three centimeters are old, the inside is all new."
Zhang Mo smiled unconsciously, and the next moment he sat up, forcefully spreading the woman's legs apart with both hands. The woman leaned back on the sofa, her legs stretched to a 180-degree angle, her pink vulva completely exposed to Zhang Mo's penis. Zhang Mo, like a pile driver, pounded into the ground straight up and down until his demon-subduing pestle was completely inserted into the woman's secret passage before letting out a heavy sigh. By this time, the woman was already delirious from being fucked.
Under Zhang Mo's violent assault, the woman moaned incessantly, her whole body flushed, her small mouth slightly open, and glistening saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. The two blushes on her face were more alluring than the beauty apps on her phone; no wonder everyone says beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The storm of thrusting lasted for more than 10 minutes, and finally Zhang Mo ended this intense physical struggle with a lightning-fast thrust. Panting heavily, Zhang Mo kissed the woman's foul-smelling, vomit-filled mouth hard. His tongue swirled wildly inside her, and he was surprised to find that her saliva was still sweet. His erect penis, exhausted, slowly shrank and was squeezed out of the woman's young vagina, leaving only the dark opening that involuntarily opened and closed.
"Husband... you're so amazing, you almost made me feel like I was in heaven. It felt so good," the woman shamelessly praised Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo only smiled wickedly, gently patted the woman's face, stood up, removed the condom, wiped his limp penis with a wet wipe from the bedside table, and quickly pulled up his pants.
The woman still had her beautiful legs spread wide, breathing heavily. Her mons pubis, which she had shaved to make her vulva look pinker, was now swollen and red.
"How much?" Zhang Mo asked nervously, completely lacking the domineering air he had when he was fucking her.
"What are you saying, honey? I like you, why would I take your money?" The woman touched her anus, which was still wet with the vaginal fluid from their earlier lovemaking, now cooled and slightly itchy.
"Uh? Well... I'll go now." Zhang Mo was a little confused, but he still felt he couldn't stay any longer.
"Okay, honey, you go back. I'll rest too." After saying that, the woman struggled to her feet and swayed towards the bathroom. She seemed completely unconcerned about Zhang Mo's abrupt departure.
"Then I'm leaving." Zhang Mo dragged out the last syllable, quickly walked to the door, and left without looking back.
Even after returning to the 6th floor of building 33, Zhang Mo didn't see any sign of the woman following him. Back home, he took a shower, lay in bed drinking Red Bull, but his mind was a mess. This trip to Ruyi Town had truly been unlucky, full of unexpected troubles. Especially last night, his lust got the better of him, leading him to a brothel. He ended up spending the night in the red-light district, failing to get his way with the woman and even getting extorted. But just now, things took a dramatic turn for the better. Not only did he have sex and release his pent-up desire, but he also found a girlfriend! Thinking about that rough and lewd encounter, Zhang Mo's groin started to stir again. He slapped his penis hard, then suddenly remembered something. "
Damn it, where's my wallet?"

[The End]

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