Beauty Hell (Sadism, Bizarre, Extreme)

Female Hell (Sadism, Bizarre, Heavy Taste)
Part 1: Beauty Hell
The night gave me black eyes, and I will use them to find my prey…

The late-night subway traveled smoothly through the deep, long tunnel, and I stood among the crowded passengers.

For someone who drives a BMW, there are basically no opportunities to take the subway, but I am different. I take the subway for a special purpose, as mentioned above, I am looking for my prey…

Soon, my gaze, which had been looking around, settled on a woman, or more precisely, a young married woman.

She had delicate features and wore a black, tight-fitting dress. Her figure was full yet slender, with high, rounded breasts, a flat stomach, and a slightly protruding lower abdomen. Because the dress was so tight at the waist, I could even see the outline of her navel.

The moment my eyes met hers, I made my decision—

she was tonight's prey!

I pushed through the crowd as naturally as possible and squeezed towards her, quickly getting behind her.

She was completely unaware of my dangerous approach, one hand gripping the handrail, her expressionless, cold face reflected in the subway window opposite her.

My hand quietly reached out and gently placed on her waist.

Her body trembled slightly, and she involuntarily looked up at the subway glass. In the world reflected in the glass, I turned my head and smiled slightly at her. At the same time, my hand began to caress her slightly protruding stomach, sliding down to her chest.

Her expression was extremely unnatural; she looked around in panic, wanting to say something but not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, no one noticed her, and no one noticed me either.

My hand slid to her breast, touching the hard bra. This was not the feeling I liked, so I squeezed her breast hard.

"Mmm..." She wanted to cry out in pain, but she swallowed the sound back.

This reaction emboldened me, and my hand slid down further, past her full belly, to her most mysterious triangle area.

My sense of touch immediately told me she wasn't wearing underwear; through the thin dress, I could feel her thick pubic hair.

From her reflection in the glass, I could see she was blushing, because I had discovered her secret.

"You little slut!" I whispered in her ear, moving my hand to her navel and pressing my strong middle finger in. Her abdomen was indeed full; my middle finger almost sank in completely.

"Ah…" she let out a soft moan, leaning slightly forward, trying to relieve the pressure of my finger.

By this time, my penis was erect, pressing against her plump buttocks. I rubbed it against the cleft between her buttocks as I whispered, "I'm pointing a gun at you now. You can spend the night with me for 500,000. Otherwise, I might shoot. You don't want everyone to see a white stain on your black dress when you get off the train, do you?"

She didn't say anything, but from her expression, I could tell she was tempted.

500,000 a night was a considerable sum for most Chinese women, so I continued, "I'll get off first. If you're willing, you can come with me."

I timed it perfectly. Just as I finished speaking, the subway arrived at the station, the doors opened, and I stepped out. This gave her no time to consider and she had to make a decision immediately.

After getting off the subway, I took a few steps towards the exit, then stopped and turned around.

Just as I expected, she was standing not far behind me, looking at me shyly.

A smug smile crept onto my lips.

Seeing my smile, a blush rose to her cheeks, and she said, "I didn't get off because you told me to; I was already at my stop."

This was a woman's pathetic vanity, so pale and powerless under the temptation of money. So I smiled slightly: "Come with me, you slut." Then I walked ahead without looking back.

On the drive back, I learned a bit about her. Her name was Zhang Wei, from Jiangxi Province, and she was two years old. She used to be a classic Jiangnan beauty, the campus belle of Jiangxi University. After graduating, she married a businessman and became a still-attractive young woman. She was in Beijing on a business trip.

Becoming my prey today was, of course, unplanned.

I took Zhang Wei to my villa, and the first thing I did was, of course, make her take a shower.

Zhang Wei was quite generous this time, undressing in front of me and going into the bathroom.

I turned on the home theater, put in a disc, and started watching. The disc contained a man dissecting a woman alive.

Soon, she finished showering and came out naked.

I glanced at her; she was indeed a beauty. The lingering moisture on her smooth skin made her appear like a lotus emerging from water. Her full breasts stood proudly firm, showing no signs of sagging. Her

small nipples were pink, unlike the darkening and enlargement often seen in married women.

Her lower abdomen was full, but her waist was extremely slender. Between her long, fair legs, her slightly raised mons pubis was covered by thick, dark pubic hair, sparking countless fantasies.

However, I only glanced at her before turning my gaze back to my naked body. This was my territory, and I was no longer treating her as a human being.

She didn't say anything, simply walking over naked and sitting down beside me. As she sat down, her full belly became even more voluptuous.

Zhang Wei was quickly drawn to the content on the television screen. Gradually, I noticed her breathing became louder and louder, eventually matching the gasps of the woman being dissected on screen.

I glanced at her; she seemed oblivious, her eyes still glued to the screen. Her expression wasn't tense or fearful; instead, I saw a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

This surprised me somewhat. She was the first woman I'd met who watched such a gory film without being disgusted, covering her eyes, or screaming. My interest in this woman grew stronger.

The television program quickly ended with the dissected woman's death. Zhang Wei remained immersed in excitement. After a long while, she turned to me and asked, "Is there more?"

"Yes, there is. You can watch whenever you want," I said. "But now, I want you to come with me to tour my palace, a paradise for beauties." With that, I stood up.

She looked at me in confusion but also stood up. I casually touched her genitals between her legs. To my surprise, her genitals were wet. It wasn't water from bathing, but rather vaginal fluid, so much so that it soaked my entire palm.

I stared at her for a long time, completely baffled by what this woman was thinking…

I led Zhang Wei to the basement of my villa. Although she kept asking why I brought her here, I hadn't given her an answer.

Now we were standing in the basement hall; she would soon find out.

I took a remote control from my pocket, pressed a button, and the basement entrance door closed automatically, just as it had when I opened it.

Zhang Wei looked at me, puzzled. My next action confused her even more, and terrified her—

I pulled out a gun.

This wasn't the gun every man has, of course, but a Type 77 pistol with a magazine full of ammunition.

"What...what are you doing?" Zhang Wei asked, somewhat flustered.

"Nothing, just introducing you to a few people." With that, I pressed another button on the remote and called out, "Ladies, come out and meet your new friends!"

As several iron doors opened, seventeen women emerged from different rooms around the basement hall. Some were wearing tight-fitting clothes, some wore crop tops, some wore bikinis, and some were completely naked. This sight left Zhang Wei speechless. She was still completely naked, so in addition to her surprise, she seemed a little shy.

I gestured to Zhang Wei, "Welcome to the Beauty Paradise!"

Zhang Wei snapped out of her daze, her eyes widening as she asked, "Who...who are you?"

I shrugged. "I'm just someone with a few unusual hobbies. Starting tomorrow, you'll be just like them, my slaves. Be prepared to obey me, please me, and consider it your greatest honor to be tortured by me, understand?" Zhang

Wei stared at me for a long time before suddenly blurting out, "What makes you think you can?"

I laughed. "What makes me think I can? Just this gun in my hand, and because you're all afraid of dying!" With that, I fired a shot at the roof. The girls screamed, some even crouching on the ground, clutching their heads.

A smug smile returned to my lips as I looked at Zhang Wei with a grin. Surprisingly,

Zhang Wei showed no fear. She looked at me, then at the others, and asked, "So when are you going to let us go back?"

This question caught me off guard. It implied that Zhang Wei had already accepted her situation. I hadn't expected it to be so quick, so I asked, "Do you know what I'm planning to do to you?"

Zhang Wei replied nonchalantly, "Abdominal torture, you already said that."

"You like it?" I asked in surprise, "You've done it before?"

Zhang Wei lowered her head, remaining silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Interesting, really interesting..." I said, then turned to the other girls: "Come on, let me introduce them to you." I pointed to the girl standing at the front and said, "Her name is Liu Xiaomeng, a TV host in Chongqing. It's a pity that her audience can no longer see her."

Liu Xiaomeng was one of the more special girls I had collected. She had an extremely beautiful face, big, alluring eyes. Before becoming a host, she had served in the military. Perhaps due to the high level of physical activity during military training, her breasts were exceptionally well-developed, the largest among all the girls I had collected.

Although Liu Xiaomeng had large breasts, her waist was slender. Being a former soldier, she had a few subtly defined abdominal muscles, and apart from her large breasts, her entire body was free of excess fat, exuding a wild, muscular beauty, like a female leopard.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomeng was completely naked, as she often did; she had long since lost all sense of privacy in front of me.

I walked up to Liu Xiaomeng, lifted her heavy breasts, and said to her, "Isn't that my famous host? Ha! You're really just a milk cow!" With that, I abruptly released her, the force of her breasts causing her chest to tremble.

Liu Xiaomeng remained expressionless, her eyes fixed ahead. She had resisted when she first arrived, but now she was numb to it all.

I walked up to the second girl and introduced her to Zhang Wei: "This is Li Meijuan, a former model, a contracted actress with a film and television company in Beijing."

After I finished speaking, I grabbed Li Meijuan's hair, pulled her head back, and softly asked, "Baby, tell me, do you still want to be a star?"

Li Meijuan obediently shook her head, and I saw tears of humiliation in her eyes.

Like all girls who are models, Li Meijuan was very thin. I once accurately measured her waist circumference, which was 57cm. She was relatively tall, but slender. Inevitably, a girl this thin couldn't have large breasts, but her breasts were well-shaped, and I could see her sternum protruding between her breasts. Because she was so thin, I could feel the peristalsis of her small intestine every time I pressed on her stomach.

The third girl I introduced to Zhang Wei was Liu Jian. She had a rather androgynous name, but was a petite girl. She was about 1.6 meters tall, and although not tall, her proportions were good, her weight moderate, and she was practically flawless.

Liu Jian was very timid; she treated me like a goddess and was completely submissive.

Afterwards, I introduced Zhang Wei to the sisters Shao Wen and Shao Yu, Black Peony Li Yuan, and others. I had tricked them into coming here using various methods, but frankly, it was all about money and fame. I have a special ability: I can tell what a woman wants just by looking at her. This is the most tragic thing about these women; if they were virtuous and without desires, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

After introducing the seventeen women, I introduced Zhang Wei to the girls: "A young woman from Jiangnan, traveling thousands of miles to Beijing to be my slave, how despicable!"

The girls didn't react much, but Zhang Wei completely ignored my insult and asked me, "Where do I stay?"

"You are my eighteenth slave, and also the last one," I said. "Because I only have nine rooms here, the other rooms are for playing games, two people per room, and there just happens to be a place for you, but..." I paused, then continued, "Tonight you don't have to stay here, but go to my room. This is my reward for your obedience."

II. A Meaningful Day

I took Zhang Wei to my bedroom, and another crazy night was about to begin.

"You like abdomineering?" I asked casually, kneading her full breasts. Zhang Wei's breasts were the softest I'd ever seen; I figured her stomach would be just as soft.

"Maybe," she said. "My husband likes it, so I've gradually come to like it too."

"Oh, I see..." I said, suddenly punching Zhang Wei hard in the stomach, feeling my fist sink deep into her abdomen.

"Ugh!" Zhang Wei hadn't expected me to hit her so suddenly. The sudden blow to her stomach made her bend over in pain, clutching her stomach with both hands, looking very distressed.

"Do you still like it?" I asked.

"My husband hasn't... hit me..." she gasped, "He only... squeezes my stomach during sex... but I can accept it." She finished speaking, still clutching her stomach, unable to straighten up.

"So you like it constricted." I said, pulling open a drawer and taking out a chain. I fastened the chain around Zhang Wei's waist and tightened it. Due to the increased pressure on her waist, Zhang Wei's internal organs were squeezed to the sides, and her upper and lower abdomens bulged high. Only when the chain could not be tightened any further did I lock it with an iron lock. I said to Zhang Wei, "From now on, you'll wear it every day. Don't you like it constricted?"

Zhang Wei lowered her head, stroking her bulging lower and upper abdomen, and murmured, "It's so uncomfortable, but... I like it... Hurry, hurry up and make love with me!"

"You charming slut!" I scooped up Zhang Wei and threw her onto the bed, then quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her.

As my penis entered Zhang Wei's well-lubricated vagina, she cried out excitedly, "Ah...faster, fuck me..." She swallowed the last "I" as I punched her hard in the stomach again. This time, her waist was tightened, and it must have hurt even more. Zhang

Wei screamed, clutching her stomach tightly with both hands.

At the same time, my penis began to thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Soon, the friction of our genitals produced a "plop plop" sound, and Zhang Wei's vaginal fluids soaked a large area of the sheets.

As I thrust in and out, I pressed down on Zhang Wei's lower abdomen with my hands, causing her stomach to swell even more.

"Oh...oh...ah..." Zhang Wei cried out loudly, grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully.

After several hundred thrusts, we changed positions. I sat on Zhang Wei's upper abdomen, pressing down with my entire weight, and then engaged in breast sex with her. Her soft breasts made the intercourse just as intense as vaginal sex.

My body pressed against her stomach with the rhythm of my thrusts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. I don't know how much time passed, but both Zhang Wei and I were drenched in sweat.

"Oh...oh...I...I feel like throwing up..." Zhang Wei mumbled.

"Then throw up!" I said, raising my body and then sitting heavily on Zhang Wei's stomach.

"Gag!" Zhang Wei arched her upper body under the pressure, gagged, but nothing came out. So I repeated the action.

"Gag...gag..." Zhang Wei gagged, still not vomiting. "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore..." she said, and suddenly her body convulsed violently a few times, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out like a tide. She had reached orgasm without any thrusting.

At the same time, I also ejaculated between Zhang Wei's breasts with unusual excitement, and the semen sprayed onto Zhang Wei's face.

After the frenzy, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Zhang Wei was panting heavily and gently stroking her stomach.

After calming down, I said to her, "You're amazing. None of them cooperated as well as you. Even Liu Xiaomeng, such a fit girl, threw up all over me the first time she came." "

I'll be like that sooner or later..." Zhang Wei said.

"Yeah," I said, "You're just like them, your stomach is full of intestines."

"You are too." After Zhang Wei finished speaking, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

I got out of bed, walked out naked, and went to the monitoring room next to the bedroom.

There was an entire wall of screens in the monitoring room. After turning them on, I could see every corner of my villa through the monitors.

I recorded all the times I tortured the girls, because they were just my first batch of slaves. Soon, I would kill them all and start looking for a new batch of targets. Of course, Zhang Wei would be no exception.

I turned on the monitor and slowly watched the scene of me and Zhang Wei making love...

The next day, I brought Zhang Wei, still naked, to the basement and told her that from today onwards, she would participate in various games I designed with the other girls. Some of these games would be held in the basement hall, while others required special facilities and took place in separate game rooms.

Zhang Wei seemed very excited because she was unaware of her predetermined fate.

After all the girls had gathered, I gave each of them a large bag of soybeans and a cup of water.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that soybeans expand exponentially in their stomachs when they come into contact with water—that's exactly what I wanted to achieve.

Of course, before doing all this, I didn't forget to untie the chains on Zhang Wei's stomach.

After the girls finished eating and drinking, I told them, "Today's game is a stomach-tightening contest. The rules are simple: tighten your stomach as much as possible. Whoever tightens it the tightest wins. Whoever tightens it the loosest, or vomits, loses and will have to accept my punishment."

After I finished speaking, all the girls except Zhang Wei showed expressions of fear. In the past, almost without exception, they had all received my punishments, and they knew how terrible they were.

"What's your punishment?" Zhang Wei asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," I said. "It'll be a very interesting punishment, of course." With that, I handed each of them a leather strap with a snap fastener, adjustable to different tightness levels.

"Okay, let's begin." After I finished speaking, the girls tied the straps around their waists, pulling them as tight as possible until they reached their limit, then snapping the fasteners shut. This made all the girls' upper and lower abdomens bulge out, just like Zhang Wei's yesterday.

At first glance, everyone looked very tight, but soon some girls began clutching their stomachs, their faces showing pain. I knew the yellow beans had started to swell and would continue to swell.

I stood there quietly, watching them without saying a word, silently calculating who would fail.

Liu Xiaomeng's waist was disproportionately thin, so she was probably fine. Li Meijuan and Li Yuan were both quite thin, so they were even less of a problem. Liu Jian was petite, and his small frame would give him an advantage. Zhang Wei, however, had a full belly, so she might be in danger this time.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Zhang Wei. Surprisingly, the tightness of her belt was almost the same as Liu Xiaomeng's. Although her stomach was bulging and she looked somewhat pained, she actually smiled slightly at me after noticing me looking at her.

At this moment, Shao Wen, the elder of the twins, collapsed from the pain, clutching her stomach and groaning as she writhed on the ground.

The other girls looked at her with pity; it seemed she was doomed to fail.

"Sister, what's wrong..." Shao Yu, the younger sister, rushed forward anxiously to help her, but as she bent over, the pressure on her stomach intensified, and she vomited all over Shao Wen.

Shao Wen stared at her sister in horror, then turned her fearful gaze to me.

Shao Yu also looked at me in terror, instinctively clutching her stomach and slowly backing away until her back was against the wall.

"I'm sorry, you failed," I said, pulling out my pistol and walking towards Shao Yu.

"No...no..." Shao Yu was terrified. Due to the physiological reaction of fear, she vomited up another mouthful of food.

"What, you're going to kill her?" Zhang Wei screamed, rushing forward to block my way.

"Get out of my way!" I roared, kicking Zhang Wei in the stomach. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

"Ugh," Zhang Wei's stomach cramped, feeling nauseous, but she held it back and couldn't get up.

I walked up to Shao Yu and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her stomach. Shao Yu stared at me, her eyes wide, trembling as she pleaded, "Please...don't kill me...I don't want to die...please..."

"I'll shoot when I say five," I said, counting loudly, "One!"

Shao Yu's body jolted violently, her breasts heaving with each movement.

My left hand grasped and kneaded her breasts. "Two!"

Tears streamed from Shao Yu's eyes—tears of fear.

Her older sister, Shao Wen, closed her eyes in anguish; she couldn't bear to see her sister killed.

Zhang Wei, leaning against the wall, stood up, her voice weak, "Don't...don't kill her...she's just a child, how can you be so cruel!"

"Five!" I counted aloud.

No one expected me to say "five" at that moment. They were mentally prepared for me to count to five and then fire, but they weren't prepared for me to fire right now. So when I pulled the trigger, everyone's face was filled with horror.

"Bang!" The gun went off.

Everyone watched helplessly as Shao Yu's stomach collapsed under the impact of the bullet. The pressure from her internal organs snapped the leather strap binding her abdomen. Her body jolted violently, and she instinctively clutched her stomach. "Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted onto my face.

Shao Yu clutched her stomach and collapsed.

Shao Wen rushed over, hugged her sister, and cried out anxiously, "Sister, are you alright? Are you alright?"

She then turned to me, pleading, "Take her to the hospital! Please! Take her to the hospital!" While shouting, she frantically tried to pry Shao Yu's hand away from her stomach to check her wound. But when Shao Wen removed Shao Yu's hand, she suddenly stopped screaming, her face filled with shock.

Shao Yu's stomach was completely unharmed; there was no wound at all, only a severe bruise in the pouch of her stomach. And blood was still trickling from the corner of Shao Yu's mouth.

I held up the gun and laughed loudly, "You stupid women! You're all so stupid, what else can you do but be sex slaves? Don't you know I'm always very precise? I said I'd shoot when I counted to five, did I say I'd count from one to five before shooting? I said the loser would be punished, did I say I was going to kill her? What are you all so nervous about?"

Zhang Wei asked urgently, "Then what did you use to shoot her? And why did she..." "Spitting blood?"

I waved the gun in my hand. "Rubber bullets, ever heard of them? The government uses them to deal with rioters. I just got some, of course I want to play with them with you guys." I looked at Shao Yu lying on the ground and continued, "Her stomach is definitely bleeding internally. It's normal for her internal organs to be so badly injured, but she won't die. Take good care of her. Now all of you go back to your rooms!"

The girls obediently returned to their rooms, and Shao Wen also helped Shao Yu back.

Zhang Wei also wanted to go into her room, but I stopped her and said, "Zhang Wei, come here!"

Zhang Wei turned around and looked at me, then walked over to me.

My eyes were fixed ahead, not looking at her, but I said, "What did you just say about me? Say it again!"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment, then suddenly thrust out her high, firm breasts and said, "I said you were too... Ah!" She cried out halfway through her sentence because I had already forcefully inserted the barrel into her vagina.

I said softly, "I only loaded one rubber bullet; the rest are all live bullets. Say it again." As I spoke, I thrust the barrel in and out of her vagina.

Zhang Wei was breathing rapidly, saying, "I...I won't say anymore...Oh...I'm not afraid of dying...it's just...oh...dying like this is too...too ugly..."

I pulled out the gun barrel and looked at it; it was already wet from her. I said, "You slut, you can still have sex like this? Come on, as punishment, you have to keep me company tonight."

I led Zhang Wei back to the room, took out an iron pipe from a drawer, and ordered, "Turn around and bend over."

Zhang Wei obediently turned around with her back to me, bent over, and exposed her plump buttocks.

I pressed the iron pipe against her anus and slowly pushed it in, the iron pipe passing through the rectum and pressing against the wall of the large intestine.

"Okay, turn around," I said.

When Zhang Wei turned around to face me, the iron pipe was inserted into her anus like a tail.

I pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis: "Give me oral sex."

Zhang Wei bent down and took my penis into her mouth, stroking it.

She couldn't squat down because the iron pipe would touch the ground and pierce her intestines.

As I thrust in and out of Zhang Wei's mouth, I said, "You were born to be fucked, oral sex feels no different from fucking you."

Zhang Wei glanced at me and continued sucking my penis.

My hand reached down and kneaded her breasts, playing with them for a few moments, then suddenly pushed her away. Caught off guard, Zhang Wei involuntarily stepped back, and with a "bang," the iron pipe inserted into her anus slammed heavily against the wall.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei screamed, covering her lower abdomen with both hands.

"Straighten up, don't cover your stomach," I said.

Zhang Wei straightened up and released her hands from her lower abdomen.

"You need to keep your stomach relaxed. If it doesn't soften, I'll deal with you," I continued.

"Okay..." Zhang Wei said, taking a deep breath, causing her entire abdomen to sink in, her ribs protruding on both sides.

I knew that in this situation, she couldn't tense her abdominal muscles; this woman was truly considerate.

I raised my leg and kicked Zhang Wei hard in the lower abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei screamed, trying to clutch her stomach with both hands, but she controlled herself and didn't.

Then I kicked her again, this time without pulling my foot back, leaving it firmly planted in her stomach, sinking deep into her lower abdomen, inching harder. Zhang Wei gripped my ankle in pain, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.

"You slut, I'll make you shit your pants today," I said, pressing even harder with my foot. Zhang Wei gasped for breath, and suddenly, with a "clang," the metal pipe inserted into her rectum was squeezed out and fell to the ground. Only then did I pull my foot back. Zhang Wei pressed

her hands tightly against her lower abdomen, her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

I masturbated, ejaculating all over Zhang Wei's face.

"Not bad today," I said. "Tomorrow, I'll let you get some fresh air and come with me to meet a client."

"Meet a client?" Zhang Wei was a little surprised. She shakily stood up, leaning against the wall, still bent over and clutching her lower abdomen.

"Don't think that coming with me to meet a client is a good job," I laughed. "You'll find out tomorrow."

IV. Sin Under the Sunlight

Zhang Wei and I walked on the crowded street. Under the scorching summer sun, we looked like a well-matched couple.

No one could see that Zhang Wei's stomach, hidden under her clothes, was bound with a locked chain.

"Who are you planning to kill on this crowded street?" Zhang Wei asked, linking her arm with mine.

She still didn't believe I would kill someone, let alone that I would kill someone at this time and in this situation.

"Kill her." I gestured with my chin towards a girl walking towards us from a distance.

The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and beautiful, wearing low-waisted tight pants that were so low they almost revealed her pubic hair, blatantly displaying her alluring triangle.

Her upper body was covered by an extremely short tank top, practically indistinguishable from a bra, highlighting her perfect breasts and revealing her slender waist swaying with her steps and her sexy navel.

The girl had an arrogant expression, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She knew perfectly well that countless men's eyes were focused on her, but she acted as if she were sacred and unapproachable, even deliberately puffing out her high, prominent chest.

I hate girls like that the most. Her outfit was clearly sending a message: Am I sexy? Want to sleep with me? Fine, I won't let you!

Zhang Wei glanced at the girl and joked, "Okay, then go kill her! Let me see how you dissect her in the street."

I didn't say anything, broke free from Zhang Wei's arm, and quickened my pace towards the girl.

As I brushed past her, I seemed to accidentally bump into her. The girl cried out, "Ouch!" and bent over, clutching her stomach.

I quickly helped her up, asking, "Miss, are you alright?" The girl straightened up, looked at her stomach—it was unharmed—and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine." Then she walked past me and continued on her way.

I took a few more steps forward, stopped, and turned around. Zhang Wei had caught up and was standing beside me, watching the girl walk away. She asked provocatively, "Weren't you going to kill her? How come she's still alive?"

"Just you wait, she's about to die." As soon as I finished speaking, the girl suddenly staggered. She quickly walked to the roadside, one hand gripping a utility pole, the other clutching her abdomen. Suddenly, she coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the pole, and then her body went limp and collapsed.

Soon, a crowd gathered around the fallen girl.

Zhang Wei stared in disbelief, then turned to me after a long pause and asked, "You...you gave her poison?"

I shrugged. "You saw it yourself, did I give her poison? Even if I did, would she have taken it?"

"Then...how did you do it?" Zhang Wei seemed to have witnessed the greatest miracle in the world.

I slowly raised my right hand, which I had been clenching tightly, and slowly opened it. In my hand was a cylindrical wooden handle.

"What is this?" Zhang Wei was increasingly confused.

"This is the handle of an ice cone," I said. "An ice cone is a kitchen utensil used for crushing ice. Have you seen *Basic Instinct*? The female protagonist used this to kill the man she had sex with."

I paused, then continued, "However, my ice cone is modified. The cone itself is loosely inserted into the wooden handle; it falls off with a gentle pull. You should know that abdominal muscles are quite developed, even for a flat stomach like hers and a full stomach like yours. So when my ice cone pierced her, the cone detached from the handle under the tight grip of her abdominal muscles and remained inside her stomach.

A girl had a stab inserted into her stomach ." "The ice cone, of course she felt pain, but because the cone was so thin, there was no bleeding, and since I pierced her navel, it wasn't visible from the outside.

But the ice cone was very long and had penetrated deeply into her small intestine. As she walked, the ice cone would churn inside her intestines, causing massive internal bleeding. Haha, who told her to twist her waist so much? Otherwise, she could have walked a few more meters." I shrugged again: "So she's dead now. The amount of internal bleeding was enough to gush out of her mouth, how could she not die?"

Zhang Wei was speechless. She stared at me blankly, as if looking at a monster.

I smiled. "I told you, the people I kill don't even know how they died."

And so, Zhang Wei and I, arm in arm, strolled leisurely away from the murder scene amidst the wailing sirens.

On the way back, Zhang Wei asked me, "I never thought you'd actually kill someone. Will you ever kill me one day?" "

Not now," I said. "In the future… who knows?"

"Then how do you plan to kill me?" Zhang Wei asked seriously.

"I haven't decided yet," I said.

Zhang Wei looked into my eyes and said, "Promise me, if you're going to kill me, don't let me die too quickly. I want you to cut open my stomach; I want to see my intestines."

"You really want to?" I asked. "Do you know how painful that would be?"

Zhang Wei nodded firmly.

"Okay," I said.

Happy days always pass quickly. Day after day, I played various abdominal torment games with the girls in this "beauty paradise," and a month quickly passed.

During that month, Zhang Wei never removed the tightly bound chains from her stomach; perhaps only she could endure that.

I felt myself becoming increasingly infatuated with her. Seeing her concave stomach from the chains, I couldn't suppress my frantic desires, and almost every night I made love only to her.

Zhang Wei was also very satisfied with the various abdominal torment methods I invented, even though sometimes she was almost breathless from the torture.

This woman who loved self-torture was truly the best of all my collection.

But then one day, something happened that I never expected.

It was one night... In a game room, we were about to play a game we had played before. There were two reasons for repeating it: firstly, the game was indeed very interesting, and secondly, Zhang Wei hadn't played it before.

The room was equipped with complex pulleys and ropes, like the wire work used in movies. The game involved standing an iron pipe upright on the ground, suspending a girl in mid-air on the rope, her body horizontal, with her navel directly facing the steel pipe below. Then the rope was released, and the girl's body fell, the steel pipe slamming heavily into her navel.

Most girls can withstand the impact of the steel pipe. After falling, the pipe collapses, and they fall to the ground, clutching their stomachs and groaning. But last time we played, Li Meijuan was too thin and had little abdominal fat, so there was no cushioning. When the pipe slammed into her navel, she actually vomited. The one who

probably benefited the most from this game was Liu Xiaomeng; her well-developed abdominal muscles protected her small intestine, minimizing the damage.

I was very curious to see how Zhang Wei would react to this game.

The game started, and Liu Xiaomeng was the first to go. Since this girl loved to be first, I decided to indulge her pitiful vanity.

Liu Xiaomeng was suspended by a rope, her large breasts dangling in a bizarre shape due to gravity. Beneath her was a steel pipe aimed directly at her navel.

I saw Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen contracting; her abdominal muscles bulged, undeniably wild.

The rope loosened, and Liu Xiaomeng's body plummeted rapidly, followed by a "thud," and then a piercing scream.

Her body rolled to the ground, the steel pipe deeply embedded in her navel, blood gushing from the other end like a fountain.

Everyone, including myself, was shocked; no one knew how this could have happened.

Liu Xiaomiang was indeed athletic. She struggled to stand up, but fell to the ground twice. Finally, she crawled to the wall, leaned against it, and shakily stood up, trying to pull out the steel pipe stuck in her abdomen with her other hand.

"Don't pull it out, you'll die even faster if you do," I said, quickly walking to Liu Xiaomiang. The steel pipe in her abdomen was still gushing blood; she would die soon.

I supported Liu Xiaomiang with one hand, grabbed the steel pipe with the other, and with a sudden pull, "whoosh," the steel pipe pierced through the girl's athletic body, exiting from her lower back.

"Ugh!" Liu Xiaomiang screamed again.

Zhang Wei cried out, "What are you doing!"

"This is the only way to stop the bleeding, and she'll live a little longer."

I released my grip on Liu Xiaomeng. She clutched the steel pipe inserted into her abdomen, her body slowly sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor with her back against it, her eyes vacant, her mouth agape as she breathed heavily.

"How could this happen? Didn't you say nothing would happen? What do we do now?" Zhang Wei asked anxiously.

"You guys go back first," I said to the other girls, then turned to Zhang Wei, "You stay."

Zhang Wei nodded, and the other girls returned to their rooms. I took off my clothes and said, "She's badly injured; her intestines are probably ripped apart. She won't last much longer. I'll make love to her tonight; it'll be her last pleasure."

"Okay," Zhang Wei nodded. "I'll take care of her."

So I lay on top of Liu Xiaomeng and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Liu Xiaomeng's body moved slightly, but there was no significant reaction.

I began thrusting forcefully, and Liu Xiaomeng's body moved in rhythm with me. Her large breasts trembled incessantly on her chest. Despite her severe injuries, she couldn't possibly be unresponsive. Her breathing became heavier, and she gradually began to moan weakly.

This was the final cry of a girl whose abdomen had been pierced.

Zhang Wei squatted beside her, wiping the cold sweat from Liu Xiaomeng's forehead.

After several hundred thrusts, blood began to trickle from the corner of Liu Xiaomeng's mouth. Her lips turned purple, her face was bloodless, and her breathing became increasingly slow, turning into labored gasps. Blood from the abdominal wound soaked her pubic hair and flowed down to my penis.

"She's dying," I said between thrusts.

Zhang Wei hurriedly wiped the blood from Liu Xiaomiang's mouth, but new blood immediately flowed out.

As I approached my climax, Liu Xiaomiang's breathing became a series of slight twitches. When I ejaculated, she twitched one last time and then stopped moving.

Her beautiful eyes remained wide open, her hands still gripping the iron pipe inserted into her navel, seemingly unable to understand why her strong abdominal muscles hadn't withstood the impact of the steel pipe.

The girl's two sexy breasts still stood proudly erect, but her heart had stopped beating beneath them.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Wei lay on the bed and asked me, "What exactly happened today? Was the rope too high?"

I shook my head. "With Liu Xiaomeng's physique, even if it were a meter higher, she wouldn't be hurt. I noticed it before we made love, but I didn't say anything. The steel pipe was tampered with; the end that went into Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen was sharpened. How could a girl's lower abdomen withstand a sharpened steel pipe? It's like a sharp knife."

I stared intently at Zhang Wei. "This is murder."

"Murder?" Zhang Wei exclaimed, "Who did this?"

I closed my eyes. "Whoever did it, I won't let her get away with it! I'll make her die a death worse than Liu Xiaomeng's!"

The

next evening, I gathered all the girls in the basement hall. Seeing my grim face, they sensed something terrible was about to happen, and their faces were filled with fear.

"Liu Xiaomeng died yesterday," I said.

The girls looked at me with pity. This didn't surprise them; Liu Xiaomeng couldn't possibly have survived. No girl could survive having a steel pipe pierced through her stomach, not even the leopard-like Liu Xiaomeng.

But what I said next immediately caused a huge uproar among the girls: "She was murdered. Someone sharpened a steel pipe used for video games, and that person... is one of you."

The girls looked at each other, showing great shock and unease, and murmured amongst themselves.

My sharp gaze swept over each girl's face, and none of them dared to meet my eyes.

"Do you want to know who did it?" I asked.

The girls all nodded. So I took out the remote control and turned on the large screen on the living room wall.

The scene displayed on the screen was Liu Xiaomeng and Li Meijuan's room.

They were classmates in college, but their animosity towards each other was unexpectedly severe, stemming entirely from the narrow-minded jealousy inherent in women.

Li Meijuan was jealous of Liu Xiaomeng's beautiful face and large breasts, while Liu Xiaomeng looked down on Li Meijuan, a woman less beautiful but arrogant.

I put them together to observe their open and covert struggles. However, in the images displayed on the big screen, their rivalry escalated into a war.

On the screen, Li Meijuan was masturbating, inserting three fingers into her vagina and thrusting them in and out, emitting moans of pleasure.

This woman has a very strong sex drive, but I rarely have sex with her, so I often see her masturbating on the monitor screen. Since everyone has already seen her spitting out feces, she doesn't care anymore.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomeng, on the other bed, grew increasingly impatient and finally blurted out, "Shut the fuck up and stop moaning, you slut!"

Li Meijuan glanced at Liu Xiaomeng and retorted, "What's it to you! Why do you care what I say if you don't produce some milk yourself? You milk cow!"

Liu Xiaomeng jumped off the bed, went to Li Meijuan's bedside, and loudly asked, "What did you say?"

Li Meijuan also stood up: "I said you milk cow, so what? So what if you have big breasts?" As she spoke, she used her finger to press Liu Xiaomeng's nipple, making it sink into her breast.

Liu Xiaomeng was furious and punched Li Meijuan in the stomach with a "bang."

Caught off guard, Li Meijuan cried out "Ah!" and bent over, clutching her stomach.

Liu Xiaomeng rushed forward and grabbed Li Meijuan, repeatedly kneeing her in the stomach.

"Ah...uh...oh..." Li Meijuan screamed, trying to fight back, but she was no match for Liu Xiaomeng, a former female soldier.

Liu Xiaomeng cornered Li Meijuan against the wall, delivering blow after blow to her stomach, her large breasts heaving with each punch.

Li Meijuan was powerless to retaliate; her abdomen was flat, and each of Liu Xiaomeng's punches directly impacted her internal organs. Soon, she vomited a mouthful of gastric juice.

Not satisfied, Liu Xiaomeng delivered a karate chop to Li Meijuan's throat, and Li Meijuan coughed violently, clutching her stomach and crouching on the ground, coughing incessantly.

The video on the big screen stopped there. I froze the image and stared coldly at Li Meijuan.

Li Meijuan, her chest puffed out, head slightly raised, said, "So what? Does that prove I killed Liu Xiaomeng?"

"If you readily admit it, I can let you die a quicker death," I said coldly.

"I didn't do it, why should I admit it?" Li Meijuan seemed self-righteous.

I knew this girl was a habitual liar. For example, when I first met her, she claimed to be recording a program for CCTV and said she was about to sign a contract with a film company. It was all just bluffing, trying to show off her excellence, which was actually the best manifestation of her extreme inferiority complex.

"Those people who won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!" I said, pressing another button on the remote.

Another scene appeared on the big screen—the game room where Liu Xiaomeng died.

Of course, at this moment, no one in the game room could see Liu Xiaomeng's body with a steel pipe through her abdomen; instead, they saw Li Meijuan, because this was a recording from before Liu Xiaomeng's accident.

Li Meijuan was squatting on the ground, her back to the screen, her body swaying rhythmically. No one could tell what she was doing, but it was clear she was masturbating.

The image on the screen continued for a while. Then, Li Meijuan stood up and turned around. We could see that she was holding the steel pipe used in the game in one hand and a rough stone in the other. One end of the pipe had been sharpened to a considerable point.

Li Meijuan pointed the sharp end of the pipe at her navel, applied a little force, and deliberately made a "poof" sound.

Clearly, she was imagining Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen being pierced by the pipe. She knew I liked playing this game and would definitely repeat it. She also knew that Liu Xiaomeng would be the first to go in the game, so she would be the one whose abdomen was pierced.

Judging from the current results, Li Meijuan's plan was very successful. She used her free time every afternoon to sneak into the game room to grind steel pipes. After several days, she turned an ordinary steel pipe into her murder tool.

I switched the large screen to the live feed. The screen still showed the game room, and Liu Xiaomeng's body was still sitting quietly against the wall, the steel pipe deeply inserted into her abdomen making the voluptuous corpse appear even more sensual.

The girls murmured amongst themselves, and Li Meijuan had nothing more to say, lowering her head.

"Do you know why governments make laws?"

I launched into another long-winded explanation: "The initial purpose is to prevent members of society from killing and harming each other, even though the government itself harms or kills far more people. This is the inequality between the government and the masses; this is the social law of 'only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, while the common people are forbidden even to light lamps!'"

I paused, then continued, "Here, I am the government, I am the supreme authority, I am the god who holds the power of life and death over you! I can use any method I like." "I can kill you all, but none of you have the right to kill anyone else.

As for Liu Xiaomeng, I might kill her someday too, but I should let her die the way I prescribed for her. But Li Meijuan killed Liu Xiaomeng just like that. She not only deprived Liu Xiaomeng of her right to live, but also deprived me of the pleasure of killing. I'm very angry now, and the consequences will be severe! So…" I pointed at Li Meijuan, "I'm going to execute you."

In any society's legal system, "execution" means only one thing: the death penalty.

But the methods of execution vary. The method I chose for Li Meijuan may not be the cruelest, but it's the one I find most interesting.

At this moment, I and all the girls were in a game room that had never been used before.

In the center of the room was a long stone slab. Li Meijuan lay naked and bony on the cold stone slab. Her originally flat stomach naturally sank in, and her ribs on both sides of her body protruded high, opening and closing with her breath. A slender girl lying like this was very alluring.

Above Li Meijuan's body was a wide scalpel. The blade was made from a paper-cutting blade used in paper mills. Such blades could slice through thousands of sheets of paper stacked together like tofu. One can imagine that when the blade cut through Li Meijuan's soft flesh, it encountered almost no resistance. Moreover, to increase the acceleration due to gravity, the blade was embedded in a half-ton block of iron.

Yes, I chose dismemberment for Li Meijuan. Because I desperately wanted to know what it would look like when her slender 57cm waist was severed.

Under my coercion, the girls stood in a circle around the stone slab; I wanted them to witness Li Meijuan's death.

"During the reign of Emperor Jing of Han..."

I said, pacing back and forth with the remote control in my hand, "The scholar-official Chao Cuo advocated a policy of weakening the power of the vassal states in order to consolidate the dynasty's power. This threatened the interests of various vassal kings. Liu Bi, the King of Wu, united six vassal kings and launched the famous Rebellion of the Seven States in Chinese history, proposing to 'execute Chao Cuo and cleanse the court of corrupt officials.' To temporarily ease the conflict, Emperor Jing had Chao Cuo executed by being cut in half at the waist in the marketplace."

I turned to Li Meijuan, "Li Meijuan, Chao Cuo was a scholar-official of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Jing's teacher. You and he died with the same punishment; you should feel extremely honored."

Li Meijuan glared at me with hatred and turned her head away.

I ignored her and pressed the button on the remote control.

The huge scythe fell swiftly amidst the girls' screams. Just as I expected, the blade sliced into Li Meijuan's abdomen with almost no resistance, severing her slender waist. I could even hear the "snap" as the blade cut through her lumbar vertebrae.

Li Meijuan's upper body lifted slightly, but she immediately lay back down on the stone slab. Then I saw her right ring finger begin to twitch. Now, although a huge scythe separated Li Meijuan's upper and lower abdomen, her body still appeared intact, like a magic trick cutting a human body. The only difference was that her breathing had changed its normal rhythm. She would take a short, forceful inhale, then exhale very slowly, followed by another short inhale and a very slow exhale...

Her lower lip was also trembling rapidly and mechanically, perhaps a conditioned reflex of someone on the verge of death.

I pressed the button again, and the scythe shot up with a whoosh, immediately changing the situation.

Li Meijuan's small intestine, bladder, uterus, and other organs, along with a large amount of fresh blood, gushed out of the incision with a "whoosh." The force of the surging internal organs separated her two bodies, causing even more intestines to spill out. The sticky, steaming internal organs almost completely covered the stone slab. Her dark yellow large intestine dangled below the slab, still dripping blood.

I was somewhat surprised, truly unable to understand how such a thin waist and flat abdomen could accommodate so many internal organs.

Li Meijuan tried to lift her body to see her wound, but without the support of her hips, her upper body couldn't be lifted at all. The strain of her abdomen only squeezed out more internal organs.

"Look! That's a liver! Even the liver is showing..." a girl exclaimed, while others had already started vomiting.

Indeed, Li Meijuan's bright red liver had been squeezed out of her upper abdomen, half of it exposed.

Li Meijuan's fingers were still twitching; she probably had nowhere to cover her stomach.

Blood was flowing from the girl's vagina and anus; her lower body was already dead.

From the incisions on her upper and lower body, the white, gleaming fragments of severed lumbar vertebrae could be vaguely seen.

I glanced at Zhang Wei unintentionally; she was staring intently at Li Meijuan's protruding intestines, her hand unconsciously stroking her own abdomen.

This reminded me of her request for me to cut her open.

"How does it feel?" I asked Li Meijuan as I approached her.

She was speechless, just staring at me, gasping for breath, as if trying to remember the man who had severed her at the waist before she died.

Seeing that she didn't answer, I simply took off my clothes, pulled her lower body towards me, supported her with both hands, and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Although her uterus had already flowed out of her body, her vagina was still intact. I watched her gasp for breath as I raped her lower body right in front of her. The feeling of thrusting was peculiar; all I was having sex with were her two legs and her lower abdomen. Sticky blood lubricated my penis, and Li Meijuan was watching me and her lower body make love. She must have felt something extraordinary.

This time I was very excited, and soon I ejaculated. My semen spurted out from the incision in Li Meijuan's lower body, landing on her face. Her face was as white as paper.

Then I lit a cigarette and leisurely waited for Li Meijuan to stop breathing.

A dozen minutes later, the girl stopped breathing.

VI. Russian Roulette

Two weeks after Li Meijuan's death, one night I found Zhang Wei secretly crying.

"What, afraid I'll cut you in half too?" I asked.

Zhang Wei shook her head: "I miss my lover. He hasn't heard from me for almost two months."

"You don't want me to let you go, do you?" I sneered.

"No," she said, "I... just want to call him. To tell him... I'm happy." She looked at me pleadingly.

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you can call, but if you dare say anything inappropriate, I guarantee you'll see your own intestines right away. Any problems?"

"No problem, I promise," she said.

I wouldn't let any opportunity for a game slip by, so Zhang Wei's phone call became one of my games as well.

I led Zhang Wei to a game room. The game tool in the room was a plate made of two iron blocks, the thickness of which was exactly the same as the soft part of the girl's stomach. There was also a handle next to the plate. When I shook the handle, the iron blocks would move together towards the center. I had once successfully used this to squeeze an iron ball into a sheet of iron.

I had Zhang Wei stand between the two iron blocks and handed her her phone: "Now you can start making calls."

Zhang Wei dialed a number and put the receiver to her ear. I then started turning the handle.

When the call connected, Zhang Wei's large belly was already deformed from being squeezed by the iron block. A man's voice came from the other end of the line: "Xiao Wei, where have you been all these days? Your phone wasn't on, I was so worried."

"Oh, my phone broke, so I bought a new one. I've been so busy lately... I haven't had a chance to contact you..."

By the time Zhang Wei finished speaking, her belly was flattened, and a hint of pain appeared on her face, but she endured it, not letting it show in her voice.

"Oh, I see. How did the business deal go?" the man asked. During this time, the iron block tightened even more.

"Oh...not...not bad..." Zhang Wei spoke with difficulty. "The negotiations are...uh...complete...I...I..."

The distance between the two iron blocks was now half of what it was before, and the flesh on Zhang Wei's stomach was squeezed and spilled out from the edges of the iron blocks.

"Xiao Wei, what's wrong? You sound unwell, are you sick?" the man asked anxiously.

"No..." Zhang Wei breathed heavily. "I'm a little...tired..." She seemed to want to say "okay," but she covered her mouth and made a "uh" sound, and stomach acid flowed out between her fingers.

"You need to take care of yourself when you're out alone, be careful when you go out..."

the man rambled on on the phone, completely unaware of Zhang Wei's current situation.

The metal blocks tightened further. Zhang Wei held the phone in one hand, while futilely pushing against the metal block pressed tightly against her stomach with the other.

By the time the man finally finished rambling, the distance between the two metal blocks was beyond what most people could bear.

"Xiao Wei, are you listening?" he asked.

"Yes... ugh..." Zhang Wei had kept her mouth closed, but now that she opened it, undigested food immediately gushed out, which she quickly wiped away. "

I still feel something's wrong with you. Are you hiding something from me?" the man asked.

At this point, the distance between the two metal blocks was only ten centimeters, and Zhang Wei's stomach was squeezed extremely flat.

"No... wait a minute..." Zhang Wei covered the phone's receiver with her hand after speaking, and with a "goo," a mouthful of food in her stomach came out.

"Ugh... ugh..." she cried out in pain, urine already flowing down her long legs.

I continued to shake her, causing Zhang Wei's upper and lower body to lean forward, making it seem as if her waist was about to break.

Zhang Wei pushed the metal block forcefully with her hands, trying to relieve her pain, but she couldn't stop the metal block from moving towards the center.

Just as Zhang Wei helplessly put the phone back to her ear, suddenly with a "plop," a large clump of feces sprayed out of her anus.

"Xiaowei, what are you doing? What was that sound just now?" the man asked, wondering what he would think if he knew the sound was his wife's feces being squeezed out of her large intestine.

Zhang Wei couldn't answer anymore; her hand had dropped her phone, and it fell to the ground, knocking out the battery.

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Wei screamed loudly, only a few centimeters separating the two metal blocks.

With another "plop," Zhang Wei vomited, spraying several meters away. Her eyes bulged, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath, her upper body completely pressed against the metal blocks, deforming her two full breasts.

Then, more feces overflowed from her anus, falling to the ground.

I saw a soft, yellowish-brown substance inside, which looked like some tissue or fat being squeezed out of her abdomen.

I knew I couldn't continue; if I squeezed any further, her internal organs would spill out of her anus and mouth, and then no one could save her.

So I flipped a switch, releasing the control of the two metal blocks. The metal block in front of Zhang Wei's stomach immediately bounced far away under the pressure of her abdominal cavity.

At the same time, Zhang Wei's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Over the past two months, I've noticed that Zhang Wei's recovery ability is rapidly increasing. Her sexy, seemingly fragile body seems capable of adapting to any form of torture. After another near-death experience, Zhang Wei recovered as usual in no time.

So on that day, I started playing a new game with her and the other girls—Russian Roulette.

In the game room, I held a huge revolver in my hand and said in a loud voice, "Of all the gambling games in human history, Russian roulette is the cruelest. The only wager is life!

The normal way to play is with a revolver loaded with only one bullet. Each player takes turns shooting themselves in the head. No one knows if they fired a blank or a bullet. After one round, someone will die."

I raised the gun and continued, "But my way of playing is slightly different. This is a specially made sixteen-round revolver. Because Liu Xiaomeng and Li Meijuan are already dead, it's loaded with fifteen rubber bullets and one explosive." "Do you know what a 'bomb' is? It's a bullet that explodes after entering a person's body, causing significant damage to internal organs. Now, you will take turns shooting yourself with this gun. You can choose your own location, but it must be the body, not the head or limbs. You can even insert it into the vagina if you wish.

You've all seen what happens when someone is hit by a rubber bullet. The person hit by a live bullet is the loser of this gamble. I don't need to punish her anymore; she's undoubtedly dead. The game will automatically end if anyone is hit by a live bullet during this process. Alright, pray now, the gamble begins." I finished speaking and handed the gun to the first girl.

That was Liu Jian. She took the gun and immediately pressed the muzzle against her navel.

Liu Jian was the most loyal of all the girls to me. She had completely come to see herself as my slave, believing that winning my favor was her sole purpose in life. She knew that what I most wanted to see was a girl's navel hit—

whether by a rubber bullet or a live bullet.

With a "bang," the gun fired.

Liu Jian's petite body was jolted back several steps by the powerful recoil, leaning against the wall. Her eyes bulged slightly, her hands clutching her navel, panting heavily. The pistol had fallen to the ground.

Next was Shao Yu, already terrified by the rubber bullets. Trembling, she picked up the gun from the ground and pointed it at her own throat, seemingly thinking that if it were a real bullet, she could die quickly.

However, her sister Shao Wen stopped her: "Shao Yu, don't shoot at your throat! The throat is too fragile. Even if you're hit by a rubber bullet, you'll die! The game has only just begun; your chances of survival are high!"

Shao Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally pointed the gun at her right rib.

This stupid woman, she actually thought that hard ribs could withstand the damage of rubber bullets.

With a gunshot, one of Shao Yu's ribs splintered, clearly broken.

She staggered a few steps, leaned against the wall, and suddenly began to cough violently, coughing up a large amount of blood.

Clearly, the broken ribs had pierced the girl's lungs.

Seeing this, the older sister, Shao Wen, closed her eyes in pain.

Soon after, Shao Yu's body collapsed to the ground with a thud. She was still coughing incessantly, each cough spurting blood from her mouth.

She was a complete idiot.

"Now you know, right? Actually, aiming for the stomach is the best choice; the bullet will have a buffer. This doesn't count; the real bullet hasn't appeared yet, the game continues," I said.

Next was the older sister, Shao Wen, who obediently pointed the gun at her abdomen and fired a rubber bullet.

Then it was Li Yuan… then… a dozen girls had all been taken, and that damned real bullet still hadn't appeared. Finally, the pistol was passed to Zhang Wei; she was the last one.

Without a doubt, she was the undisputed loser in the gambling. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the gun.

I felt inexplicably angry too. Why her?

Zhang Wei pressed the gun against her stomach, turned to me, and whispered, "You won't die immediately if your stomach is hit, will you? After I shoot, do what you promised me, cut open my stomach, okay?"

I nodded. Actually, if she asked me to stop this game now, I might have agreed, but she didn't. She never considered herself special.

A gunshot rang out.

Zhang Wei collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach and coughing slightly. "It hurts so much... I never imagined... it would feel like this..."

she said, removing her hands to check her wounds. To everyone's surprise, there were no wounds on her stomach.

Zhang Wei paused, then asked me, "Is this another joke you're playing on us?"

I shook my head. "I definitely put a real bullet in there, no mistake." But where did that bullet go?

I scanned everyone. Some were still clutching their stomachs, while others had recovered from the pain. Clearly, none of them had suffered fatal injuries. Finally, my gaze fell on Liu Jianshen, the first to fire.

Liu Jian's body convulsed uncontrollably, her hands still pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, blood flowing from between her fingers and the corner of her mouth. Because she was wearing a bright red bodysuit, which concealed the color of the blood, I hadn't noticed these details at all. It turned out that when she fired the first shot, the bullet had already entered her abdomen.

Liu Jian realized that I understood everything. She could no longer hold on, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, one hand covering her abdomen, the other supporting her weight to keep herself from collapsing.

I walked up to Liu Jian and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Liu Jian said with difficulty, "I... after I fired, I knew... I had been hit. I didn't expect the first shot... to be real... But... the game has only just begun... if we stop... you won't be happy... so... so... I can't die yet..." As she spoke, a large amount of blood dripped from her mouth onto the ground.

I finally understood; she had endured until now so that I could have fun. If I were an ordinary man, I would have already hugged her and cried, but unfortunately, I wasn't.

"I'm glad you did this," I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. "Now the game is over, you can die."

"Uh... uh..." Liu Jian groaned twice, then collapsed to the ground with a "thud," motionless.

I saw a large white mass on her lower back, which was covered by her red bodysuit. Zhang Wei cried out, "Intestines!"

Yes, it was Liu Jian's small intestine; it turned out her small intestine had been shot out from behind.

This was the power of an explosive; the bullet hole wasn't large when it entered the body, but the bullet caused a huge explosion upon exiting, blasting out the girl's intestines.

Considering all this, it was a miracle that the petite and frail Liu Jian had managed to hold on until now with her intestines spilling out from her lower back. She had probably been leaning against the wall to prevent her intestines from spilling onto the ground and being seen by me.

The girls escaped death and went home. Only Zhang Wei squatted beside Liu Jian's body, carefully cradling her small intestine in her hands, examining it intently with a look of fascination.

"Stop looking," I said.

Zhang Wei seemed not to hear me, murmuring, "It's really sexy... I wonder if my intestines are like that..."

I smiled, "Your belly is so full, your intestines must be thick and fat."

"I don't believe it, I want to see. I really want to see," Zhang Wei said earnestly.

VII. Imperial Gladiator

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. And three months is the deadline I set for myself to kill all the girls.

Before that, we played another game of Russian roulette, but this time not with guns, but with poison. The

remaining fifteen capsules were swallowed by the fifteen girls.

By the way, Shao Yu didn't die; the regenerative capacity of human alveoli is quite strong.

Only one of the fifteen capsules was poisonous, highly toxic. So in the end, Shao Yu still died; her luck was truly terrible.

When the poison took effect, Shao Yu clutched her stomach, writhing in agony on the ground, screaming pitifully. The scene was incredibly sensual

. Her older sister, Shao Wen, with tears streaming down her face, tried to help her sister by clutching her stomach, but it was to no avail.

Shao Yu writhed for a full half hour before finally dying, spitting out a mouthful of black blood that covered Shao Wen's face.

From then on, I noticed that Shao Wen's gaze towards me was filled with deep-seated hatred. If looks could turn into knives, I would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Now I only have fourteen girls left, and that's the even number I wanted, so I began the first step of my slaughter plan… the Women's Gladiator Tournament.

I prepared all sorts of armor for my girls. Actually, the so-called armor was just to increase the fun of the game; all the armor exposed the girls' breasts, abdomens, and genitals—their vital parts—making them almost indistinguishable from naked.

But undeniably, my girls looked stunningly beautiful in their armor, each one exuding a heroic aura, seemingly transforming into valiant female warriors in an instant. Fourteen girls formed a sexy beauty brigade.

Zhang Wei, in particular, chose the sexiest armor. Although the breastplate almost completely covered her breasts, it revealed her two sexy nipples. From her breasts down to her lower abdomen, there was no protection, exposing her full, soft belly.

Her lower body was covered by a thong-shaped leather belt, like thong underwear. The horizontal strip wrapped around her sexy waist, while the vertical strip tightly cut into her buttocks, extending forward and digging into her vagina, separating her two thick labia, and connecting with the horizontal belt across her full lower abdomen.

The girls all used barbed short swords as weapons, so that when a sword pierced into the abdomen and was pulled out, it could easily pull out the opponent's intestines.

There's only one rule in the competition: kill your opponent, or be killed by your opponent.

This means half of the fourteen will die in this fight, and perhaps more, as the possibility of mutual destruction cannot be ruled out.

To prevent the armed girls from collectively rebelling, I specifically brought a miniature submachine gun.

Before the competition began, I gave my usual speech to show off my extensive knowledge: "In ancient Rome, gladiatorial combat was the most popular form of entertainment among the citizens, and the ancient Roman Colosseum is now a World Heritage Site. But few people know that in addition to male gladiatorial combat, ancient Rome also had female gladiators.

They were fully armored, armed, and fought each other, just like the men. Even more extreme, female gladiators would fight wild beasts, including lions and bison. Sulla, one of the highest rulers of ancient Rome, particularly enjoyed watching the tender flesh of women being torn apart by wild beasts. Here, I am also your highest ruler. Female gladiators, begin your performance!"

The first to enter the arena were Shao Wen and a girl named Cai Chen.

After her sister's death, Shao Wen seemed like a completely different person; even I hadn't expected her to be so ferocious.

Cai Chen seemed still unaccustomed to this brutal killing. She stood awkwardly in the center of the basement hall, sword in hand, somewhat helpless, still contemplating whether she should attack her sister whom she had spent every day with.

At that moment, Shao Wen, like a ferocious beast, rushed towards Cai Chen in a few steps, and with a "swoosh," plunged her short sword into her stomach, immediately pulling it out.

When the sword was pulled out, more than three feet of Cai Chen's intestines were still hanging from the blade.

Cai Chen's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at her exposed intestines. Her cherry-like mouth gaped into an exaggerated "O" shape. She seemed unable to believe that her sister would kill her so cruelly, unable to believe that her abdomen had been ripped open and her intestines spilling out in an instant. She didn't even think to cover her abdominal wound with her hand.

By the time she came to her senses and weakly raised her short sword to retaliate, Shao Wen had already plunged several more swords into the girl's abdomen with a "thud," and then pulled them out.

The small intestines that had spilled out of Cai Chen's abdomen hung limply on the ground, coiled up, and then the large intestine also spilled out.

The girl's short sword fell to the ground, and she knelt down with a thud, collapsing to the ground. A large amount of intestines piled up in front of her corpse.

In the ensuing match, the girls seemed to have taken Shao Wen as their role model, beginning a bloody and unrestrained fight.

I saw one girl have her neck slashed across by her opponent's sword, her trachea pulled out.

Another girl, with her intestines spilling out and already collapsed, thrust her final sword into her opponent's vagina from below, exiting through her lower back.

Another girl, her short sword slipping from her grasp, recklessly lunged forward and grabbed her opponent's throat. The opponent, now in her clutches, frantically stabbed her more than a dozen times in the soft abdomen. She finally collapsed, but her opponent's throat was crushed, and he died coughing up blood.

The scene before me was truly unexpected. I never imagined that these beautiful, seemingly frail girls could be so ruthless and cruel in their struggle for survival. By the time Zhang Wei and Li Yuan finally entered the fray, the basement hall was a scene of carnage, the girls' blood and entrails making the floor slippery and sticky.

The final showdown between Zhang Wei and Li Yuan had finally begun.

From the outset, Li Yuan launched a frenzied attack. She was a very thin girl with dark skin, known to others as the Black Peony.

But unlike Li Meijuan, although thin, she was quite muscular, and her agile movements revealed the muscles in her arms and abdomen.

In comparison, Zhang Wei was at a complete disadvantage. She either parried or dodged with her short sword, forced to retreat repeatedly by Li Yuan.

Finally, Li Yuan found an opening and, with all her might, thrust her sword towards Zhang Wei's heart. The strike was so swift that Zhang Wei had no time to dodge. I was prepared for her to be stabbed, and I thought that once the short sword pierced Zhang Wei's stomach, I would yell at Li Yuan not to pull it out. As long as her internal organs weren't pulled out, she could live a little longer, and I would keep my promise and disembowel her.

But a miracle occurred; things didn't unfold as I had imagined.

Just as the sword was about to touch her abdominal skin, Zhang Wei's body suddenly seemed boneless, arching backward like a folding knife, her hands bracing the ground, the back of her head almost touching her heels.

Li Yuan's sword missed its mark, grazing Zhang Wei's stomach.

"That's contortion!"

I recognized the technique Zhang Wei was using.

Contortion is a sport that trains physical flexibility; it can be used for daily fitness or as a martial art for combat.

I hadn't realized Zhang Wei knew contortion. How could she endure having her full abdomen constricted by chains for over a month? How could she withstand the excessive tightening of leather straps? How could her abdomen be squeezed down to only a few centimeters thick by the weights? It was all the result of contortion training.

At this moment, Zhang Wei's body, which had been bent backward, returned to its starting position, and the short sword in her hand was pressed against Li Yuan's abdomen.

"Good! Stab her to death! Zhang Wei, stab her to death!" I shouted.

Zhang Wei shook her head, dropped the short sword, and walked towards me: "I don't want to kill anyone. If you insist that one of us die, then kill me."

Before I could answer, I suddenly saw Li Yuan behind Zhang Wei, already lunging at her with the short sword raised. This girl seemed to have lost her mind and was blinded by rage. She didn't even realize that Zhang Wei was pleading for her.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" My submachine gun spat out three flames, followed by three sounds of bullets piercing flesh. Three bullets struck Li Yuan's lower left abdomen in quick succession, creating three large bullet holes, each the size of a one-yuan coin, in the area from her lower left navel to her left groin. The bullets exited from her lower back, and a puff of misty blood spurted out.

Li Yuan's body paused. She looked down at the wounds on her abdomen, then glared at me with hatred. Suddenly, she shouted and charged at me, sword raised, past Zhang Wei.

Just as she was about to reach me, I fired two more bursts.

Both bullets struck the girl's right breast. The impact splattered pale yellow tissue from the wound, spraying my face.

At that moment, Li Yuan's left kidney, small intestine, and right lung were severely damaged. Her eyes wide, she staggered a few steps to me, her body going limp as she collapsed onto me, her upper abdomen blocking the muzzle of my gun.

How brave! I thought, involuntarily pulling the trigger. With five "rat-a-tat" sounds, I clearly saw five bloody holes burst open in Li Yuan's lower back and back, each the size of a ping-pong ball, fragments of internal organs and tissue spurting high with the blood mist.

Li Yuan's body was thrown backward by the impact of the bullets, as if replaying her previous movements. I then saw her face; her left abdomen and stomach were stained red, a section of her small intestine protruding from the wound and hanging from her left leg, with sticky tissue oozing out.

This slender girl was surprisingly strong; her trembling right hand could still lift a short sword. She threw it at me, but she had no strength left, and the sword fell to the ground a few steps away.

I fired two more shots, both hitting her between her breasts. I could clearly hear the "thud" of the bullets breaking her sternum. Li Yuan staggered backward, her back against the wall, but she didn't fall.

She clutched her chest, breathing labored like a bellows, each breath gushing blood from her mouth and trachea; her lungs were completely shattered by the bullet.

I lowered my gun and watched silently as Li Yuan, in her final moments, coughed up five large mouthfuls of blood before collapsing sideways against the wall.

I was certain she was dead before she even fully collapsed.

The women's gladiatorial competition finally ended. The basement hall was a scene of carnage, with mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and a profusion of colorful internal organs and tissues spilled from the girls' bodies. Except for Li Yuan, everyone else had been killed by their former comrades. The survivors, like me, had their hands stained with blood.

Including Shao Wen and Zhang Wei, a total of five girls remained alive.

No one knew what the final fate of these five surviving girls would be, not even me.

VIII. The Final Splendor

Around 3 a.m., Zhang Wei and I were awakened by a burst of gunfire.

We were both asleep when we suddenly heard gunfire erupting throughout the villa. My first thought was—

we were surrounded by the police!

Without even bothering to put on my clothes, I grabbed my gun and rushed out of the bedroom, heading straight for the control room.

Once inside, I turned on the screen monitoring the villa's front hall, only to find it completely empty; there had been no intruders.

It was then that I gradually realized the gunfire was coming from the basement, and I finally understood what had happened.

When I turned on the screen monitoring the basement hall, Zhang Wei had already followed me in. We both saw the scene on the screen.

At the bottom of the screen, a ball of fire was still spewing bullets, and the other four girls, already riddled with bullets, were writhing like dancers, propelled by the volleys.

I quickly pressed a switch on the control panel, and the fire stopped.

I had no time to deal with Zhang Wei and quickly checked the surveillance footage before 3 a.m. Sure enough, as I'd suspected, Shao Wen had somehow broken the cell's electronic lock, releasing the other three.

They were confident they could escape smoothly, but they hadn't expected me to be alone against eighteen girls. Naturally, I wouldn't be unprepared.

Therefore, I'd installed machine guns near the surveillance cameras in the main areas of the villa, the gun barrels concealed in the walls with the muzzles protruding. If any electronic lock in the villa was broken, the machine guns would be activated, turning the surveillance cameras into aiming devices for the machine guns. As soon as someone appeared within the camera's field of view, the machine guns would fire, and they wouldn't stop until the bullets were exhausted, unless I switched off the firing switch.

I finally understand why Shao Wen killed her opponent so cleanly and efficiently during the gladiatorial match. Since her sister's death, she had already planned her escape, making her will to survive stronger than anyone else's.

"Follow me," I said to Zhang Wei, grabbing my gun and rushing towards the basement.

When we arrived at the basement hall, we found that besides Shao Wen, the other three girls were already dead.

One of them had died even more tragically than Li Yuan; she lay on the ground, her right waist almost completely gone, leaving a huge, arc-shaped gash in her body, her intestines scattered everywhere, and her white lumbar vertebrae exposed.

Fortunately, Shao Wen didn't die. She was only shot twice in the right leg. It seems she reacted very quickly; as soon as she noticed the machine gun firing, she immediately leaped backward, managing to retreat to a safe area out of the surveillance camera's line of sight.

Unfortunately, everything she did only made her death more tragic.

At this moment, when Shao Wen saw me enter, a hint of fear immediately flashed in her hateful eyes. She knew what kind of person I was, or rather, I wasn't even human. She feared her impending fate and wanted to escape from me, at least in her mind, the farther away the better.

But she couldn't stand up anymore; her right leg was probably broken. So she could only drag her injured leg, using her other leg to push off the ground, moving her body with difficulty, slowly retreating.

I wasn't in a hurry to kill her. I was simply like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly approaching her as she retreated.

I knew that fear fundamentally stems from the unknown. She didn't know what I would do to her next, and that was what terrified her most.

It was like raising my fist to punch a girl in the stomach; the moment before my fist landed was her most fearful moment, but once my fist was deeply embedded in her abdomen, all she felt was pain and agony, and her fear vanished as the unknown became known.

Shao Wen breathed heavily, staring at me nervously. I saw her entire body trembling with tension. She slowly retreated to the wall, finding herself with nowhere left to go.

I continued to slowly approach, soon reaching her.

I loathed this girl who dared to challenge my authority. Her recklessness and disregard for consequences led her to break three of my toys. I felt like a child whose beloved toys had been destroyed; a flame of irrationality burned within me, slowly but surely.

When Shao Wen realized she had nowhere to retreat, and I, the devil in her eyes, stood tall before her, her entire being was shrouded in the shadow of death. This chilling, bone-deep despair ironically made her abandon her fear, allowing her to confront reality.

This is the principle of "fighting with one's back to the river" or "burning one's boats." When a person is in a completely hopeless situation, they are able to face reality with equanimity.

So Shao Wen, her voice hoarse, roared at me, "You pervert! You devil!! Just kill me already! I may not have escaped your clutches, but at least I tried! Come on, you pervert, just kill me if you dare! Give me a quick death!"

I shook my head regretfully, making "tsk tsk" sounds. I knew Shao Wen was using reverse psychology on me; she hoped these words would fuel my anger, causing me to lose my temper and kill her, sparing her further suffering.

But she really didn't understand me. If reverse psychology could extinguish the light of reason in my mind, I would have died countless times by now.

However, there's one thing: I'm a kind person. Sometimes I'm even moved by my own kindness. So I said to Shao Wen, "Alright, since you want a quick death, I'll grant your wish. This is your own request, and I've done more than enough. Don't regret it." With that, I turned and went into a game room. When I came out, I was carrying a hammer.

This time, not only Shao Wen, but even Zhang Wei's eyes showed terror, because what I held wasn't an ordinary hammer, but a huge, half-ton iron hammer.

Shao Wen started trembling again. This was a different kind of fear—the fear I instilled in her was completely different from the fear I instilled in her along with this hammer.

It's like when someone runs their fingers along the sharp blade of a knife; they can't help but imagine the pain it will cause when it cuts their skin. Shao Wen is the same; she must be thinking about how that heavy hammer will feel when it hits her stomach. That feeling would probably be even more unpleasant than being hit by a bullet.

"You…you…" Shao Wen gritted her teeth, but didn't know what to say. In her heart, cursing me with any of the most vicious words in the world seemed too lenient, so she was speechless.

I didn't speak, but with all my might, I swung the hammer.

With a whoosh, the hammer whistled past Shao Wen's stomach. In that instant, her body jerked violently, like a reflex in an invertebrate.

However, my hammer didn't harm her. The second time it swung, the hammer seemed to be aimed directly at her, but it still only grazed her stomach.

When my hammer swung a third time, Shao Wen's mind completely collapsed. She screamed frantically, "Kill me! Kill me in the stomach! Kill me!!! Kill me…"
She didn't finish her sentence, because I had originally planned to smash it into her stomach for the third time. The hard iron hammer struck the soft flesh with a dull "thud."

I felt the rather substantial, slight vibration produced by the hammer hitting her stomach.

With a "plop," a large mixture of yellowish soft tissue, feces, small intestine, large intestine, and a ruptured bladder gushed out from between the girl's legs, spraying all over the floor with a "whoosh whoosh," and some even splashed onto the opposite wall, quite a distance away from her.

On her upper body, the veins on her two pale breasts bulged like blue veins, half of her left eyeball protruded from its socket, and blood spurted from her nostrils with a "whoosh" as it hit the hammer. A small amount of yellowish soft tissue, its contents unknown, oozed from her ears.

Her mouth opened wide involuntarily, and a pinkish-white mass churned out—her stomach.

By the time I removed the hammer, the girl was dead. Judging from the force of the blood gushing from her nostrils, her heart had been shattered by the immense pressure of the blood when the hammer struck.

At this moment, the girl's abdomen slumped down like a crushed tomato, its shape grotesque. Her groin had been torn apart by the force of the gushing internal organs, making it seem as if her upper body had suddenly shortened and her legs had lengthened.

A large amount of blood, seeping from somewhere, pooled into a blood-filled pit three times the size of the girl, enveloping her body.

I threw the hammer on the ground, slowly sat down on the massive hammerhead, and looked around at the four girls dead in the hall, suddenly feeling an unprecedented exhaustion.

Zhang Wei walked to my side, gently rubbing her plump belly against my shoulder, seemingly offering silent comfort.

Suddenly, a voice blared through a loudspeaker: "Listen up, you're surrounded! Release the hostages immediately! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Zhang Wei and I were both jolted. I quickly pulled out the remote and activated the surveillance system outside the villa. Through the screen in the basement hall, I saw that my villa was surrounded by over a hundred police cars, countless heavily armed police officers, including armed police in camouflage uniforms with submachine guns, completely blocking my way. Hundreds of dark gun barrels were pointed at the villa's entrance. The

remote fell to the ground, and I involuntarily turned to look at Shao Wen's mangled body.

Of course I knew she didn't call the police; she wasn't capable of that. But the loud gunfire from the villa must have alerted the neighbors, and they must have called the police.

Months ago, Beijing police had already begun investigating the serial disappearances of teenage girls as their top priority.

Now, they've certainly confirmed that the murderer who lured and killed the girls is the owner of this villa.

All thanks to Shao Wen! I should have smashed it a few more times, smashed it to pieces!

I lowered my head, a sense of disillusionment rising within me. I hadn't expected to end up like this while carrying out the first phase of the plan; I was truly unwilling to accept it.

"You should leave," I said to Zhang Wei in a low voice.

"You want me to leave?" Zhang Wei was incredibly surprised.

"Actually, I haven't wanted to kill you for a long time," I said. "You can leave and go back to your old life. Just treat the past three months as a nightmare."

"And what about you?" Zhang Wei asked, "What will you do?"

"I've got it easy," I laughed. "Go to another world and kill those seventeen girls again. Even as ghosts, I won't let them go."

Zhang Wei shook her head, laughing sadly. "Do you think I can go back to my old life after I walk out of here? This might be the biggest serial sexual abuse and murder case since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The media will report on it like crazy. Every day, reporters will be waiting outside my door, constantly asking me about my experience of being abused, about my feelings after seeing others being killed, asking me to describe how you abused me, asking me to describe what kind of person you are. Then they'll write articles to bask in the public's attention. You and I will both become the subject of gossip. I will be seen as an oddball by everyone. Do you think I could possibly survive under such circumstances?"

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

Zhang Wei looked at me, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

"No. I don't want to kill you," I said.

"Really don't want to?" Zhang Wei walked around to face me, deliberately thrusting out her full breasts and twisting her sexy belly.

"Don't you want to see my intestines? Don't you want to see what's inside this sexy belly?"

I took a deep breath, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly stood up, picked up Zhang Wei, and went into the game room.

This game room had never been used before; it was the place I originally planned to kill the last few girls, but now it served only Zhang Wei.

There was an autopsy table in the room, as well as various dissection tools.

The police wouldn't find the basement anytime soon, so I had plenty of time to play this final game with Zhang Wei.

I placed Zhang Wei on the dissection table; the chain was still tightly bound to her stomach. Her slender waist, soft belly, and protruding stomach and abdomen were all exquisitely curved. I could no longer suppress my desire to cut open that beautiful belly.

I took all the tools from the side and displayed them in front of Zhang Wei: "How do you want to start?" I asked.

This was the first time I had voluntarily relinquished control in this game, letting the other person choose.

"Use this..." she pointed to one of the screwdrivers, "and stick it into my bloated stomach. I like it here."

I nodded, picked up the screwdriver, and pressed it against her stomach cavity. Slowly, I applied pressure, and the skin pressed against the screwdriver immediately sank in, forming a deep pit.

Zhang Wei gasped loudly, "Oh... harder... harder..."

I continued to push, and the resistance the screwdriver encountered increased, and her stomach sank deeper and deeper.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei cried out, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much... hurry... hurry and push it in... push it into my stomach..."

At this point, the screwdriver could no longer move forward with the force I had just used, so I increased the pressure.

"Ah! Ah!" Zhang Wei cried out, whether from pain or excitement, it was hard to tell. Then, with a "plop," her sunken stomach suddenly returned to its original position, the skin on her abdomen completely enveloping the screwdriver blade—the screwdriver had been inserted into Zhang Wei's stomach.

"Ugh!...Plop..." Zhang Wei's upper body arched upwards twice, spitting out a little blood. At the same time, a trickle of blood flowed down her ribs onto the dissection table.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Cool...it feels like...like an ice pop pierced my stomach...it doesn't hurt much..."

Zhang Wei breathed rapidly, speaking intermittently. As she spoke, a thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

I gripped the screwdriver handle and yanked it twice.

"Ugh! Ah!! Gulp..." Zhang Wei's fair body writhed on the dissection table, her hands gripping the sheets until they were wrinkled.

With a sharp "shh," I pulled the screwdriver out of her abdomen, leaving a small hole in her stomach. Then, I removed the chains from her waist, and a thin stream of blood gushed from her stomach, quickly turning into a flow of blood.

Zhang Wei involuntarily clutched her stomach, panting for a long time before finally saying, "Okay... now cut open my stomach... let me see... my intestines..." She then placed her hands back on either side of her body.

"It will hurt a lot," I said.

"Don't worry, I can bear it," Zhang Wei said, gritting her teeth.

I took a scalpel from the tool tray and inserted the tip into the wound in Zhang Wei's stomach.

Zhang Wei grunted, her body shifting slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly again.

I slowly pulled the scalpel downwards. Zhang Wei's body began to break out in a cold sweat. The fat layer on her upper abdomen quickly flipped open, revealing granular fatty tissue and the underlying fascia.

As the incision lengthened, the elastic tissue parted to both sides, finally exposing Zhang Wei's stomach.

Like Shao Wen's, her stomach was pinkish-white, soaked in sticky tissue fluid. The small hole made by the screwdriver was barely visible, and the bleeding was minimal.

Zhang Wei's body was soaked in cold sweat, a strand of hair clinging to her forehead, a poignant sight, yet she was strong, clenching her teeth, and uttering not a single groan.

When the scalpel moved to Zhang Wei's navel, the skin on her abdomen was severely torn open, revealing a thick, yellow section of her large intestine protruding from the wound, hanging down to her slender waist.

Zhang Wei felt something flowing out of her stomach and asked weakly, "Is... my intestine coming out?"

I nodded.

Zhang Wei stared at the ceiling and murmured, "Oh... intestine... my intestine... my intestine is finally coming out..." As she spoke, she reached out and stroked her large intestine.

"So thick... really thicker than Liu Jian's..." Her face turned red.

My scalpel continued downwards, cutting all the way to Zhang Wei's pubic bone. As the muscles of her plump lower abdomen flipped open, the white intestines coiled inside immediately gurgled and gushed out, piling up on her lower abdomen and genitals.

"Ah! Her intestines are coming out! Quick... quick, help me up so I can see!"

I put my arm around the back of Zhang Wei's neck and lifted her upper body at a 45-degree angle. As the abdominal pressure increased, even more intestines flowed out of the tear.

Zhang Wei cupped her bloodied small intestine in her hands, her face filled with confusion: "Look... my intestines... my internal organs... these are the internal organs in my stomach..."

She looked at me: "Sexy?"

"Sexy," I said, "It's the sexiest thing on a woman's body."

Zhang Wei's gaze was suddenly drawn to a semi-transparent, bubble-like organ in her lower abdomen, and she asked, "Look, what's that?"

"That's your bladder," I said.

At this moment, Zhang Wei saw her liver exposed due to the loss of the small intestine's cover, and excitedly said, "I've been disemboweled, my liver is exposed... it hurts so much..."

"Do you want me to punch your stomach again now?" My eyes also held a crazy look.

Zhang Wei stared at me with wide, beautiful eyes: "Open it now? Will I die?"

I shrugged: "How will you know if you don't try?"

But when I raised my fist, I realized I didn't know where to begin with her exposed stomach. So I reached into her cut-open abdomen.

"Ouch..." Zhang Wei had probably never experienced such a strange sensation before; she cried out.

My hand grasped Zhang Wei's stomach—warm, soft, and covered in mucus.

"Oh...oh..." She breathed deeply, seemingly enjoying it.

Suddenly, I squeezed hard, crushing her stomach completely.

"Ugh!...Gag..."

Zhang Wei's body convulsed violently, vomiting a large amount of gastric juice and undigested food.

I rhythmically squeezed her stomach, and Zhang Wei looked to be in great pain. She supported herself on the dissection table with one elbow, her upper body slightly tilted to the ground. "Ugh... ugh..." she vomited, spraying out mouthfuls of blood clots.

Because her body was slightly tilted, a large amount of her small intestine spilled onto the dissection table.

I finally released my hand and withdrew it. Zhang Wei's body collapsed weakly onto the table, as if paralyzed, gasping for breath, blood foaming from the corners of her mouth. It seemed that after such torture, she was about to die.

Her abdomen was still wide open, with colorful internal organs spilling everywhere.

Just then, a loud bang rang out, and the basement entrance door was kicked open, followed by a flurry of footsteps. A man shouted, "We know you're here! Come out and surrender!"

Zhang Wei and I were both startled; we hadn't expected the police to find the basement and break in so quickly. Luckily, they didn't know which room we were in. We looked at each other, and Zhang Wei, seemingly forgetting her pain for a moment, asked, "What do we do?"

I picked up my gun and said in a low voice, "I'll go out and kill as many as I can. After I'm dead, have them take you to the hospital immediately; maybe you can still be saved." With that, I was about to rush out the door.

"No!" Zhang Wei said with difficulty, "I...I'm dying...I can't be saved...But I'm not dead yet, I can...be your last hostage, take me and leave here."

"But you..." I looked at Zhang Wei's internal organs, which were soaked all over the bed.

Zhang Wei seemed much calmer than me at this moment, and asked, "Do you have any morphine?"

I nodded.

"Give me an injection, so I can walk for a while, and then..." She raised her hand weakly and pointed to a large roll of gauze in the tool tray, but she no longer had the strength to speak, and was breathing heavily.

But I understood what Zhang Wei meant. I injected her with morphine, then scooped up the spilled internal organs and haphazardly stuffed them back into her stomach. I hadn't expected that these things, sticky, slippery, and soft, would be so easy to come out but so difficult to push back in. This process caused Zhang Wei so much pain; despite the morphine, cold sweat streamed down her slender neck like water.

Finally, the internal organs were almost completely inside. I wrapped a long gauze around Zhang Wei's waist, round and round, until it covered her entire abdomen, then tied a tight knot.
Although the gauze was thick, the part covering the wound was quickly soaked with Zhang Wei's blood.

"Help me up," Zhang Wei said.

I helped her off the bed and stood up. Now, her waist, wrapped in gauze, appeared perfectly intact. The gauze actually accentuated her curves, making them even more alluring. More importantly, her breasts and genitals were exposed.

Just as we finished, the door to the game room was flung open, and several armed police officers burst in.

I immediately hid behind Zhang Wei, pointing my pistol at her temple: "Don't make any sudden moves, I have a hostage here."

The police officers looked utterly astonished. I saw that some of them had bulges between their legs. These filthy things—seeing Zhang Wei like this in this state, they still felt sexually aroused.
I didn't argue with the police; I simply half-supported, half-carried Zhang Wei out of the basement.

As we left the villa, we were surrounded by flashing police lights, numerous police cars, and countless fully armed officers.

I felt Zhang Wei's body temperature drop lower and lower against me, her breathing rhythmically convulsing; she was gasping for air. Although her abdomen was wrapped in gauze, it was still open inside.

As we descended the steps, Zhang Wei's legs suddenly gave way, and she nearly fell. Then I heard all the police officers gasp in surprise.

It turned out that a section of Zhang Wei's small intestine had protruded from the gauze, dangling and swaying before her genitals.

"How are you?" I asked with concern. "Why don't you let them take me away? I can take you to the hospital."

"No..." Zhang Wei's voice was very weak: "I can't hold on much longer... Get in the car..."

Just like that, I took Zhang Wei, dragging her intestines, to my BMW. I opened the car door, and Zhang Wei fell in. With her last bit of strength, she moved her body to the passenger seat, covering her abdomen with her hands, which was already soaked with blood. She gasped for breath, and a section of her small intestine was protruding from the gauze, lying between her legs on the car seat.

I got into the car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas. The car shot off like an arrow.

Soon, we were driving on an empty suburban highway. I had stopped once before to change my license plate.

"There's a private hospital fifty kilometers ahead. I'll take you there right away. You have to hold on, you can't die, understand?" I said as I drove.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Wei uttered a muffled sound with her eyes closed; she was no longer conscious.

I checked her pulse; her heart only beat every few seconds.

I drove like a madman, hitting a pedestrian on the road and running over him without hesitation.

We finally arrived at the hospital. I slammed on the brakes; the car spun twice before coming to a stop.

I turned to look at Zhang Wei and called out, "Zhang Wei..."

She didn't answer, her body motionless, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and below, urine dripping from the protruding section of her small intestine.

The girl had died sometime earlier.

I let out a mournful howl, smashed the windshield with my fist, and drove the car forward.

The strong wind howled into my car, blowing Zhang Wei's long, black hair, making her look like an eternal statue...

After saying this, I felt Zhang Wei's body tremble; she knew I was capable of anything.

I. Beauty Hell
The night gave me black eyes, and I will use them to find my prey…

The late-night subway traveled smoothly through the deep, long tunnel, and I stood among the crowded passengers.

For someone who drives a BMW, there's practically no opportunity to take the subway, but I'm different. I take the subway for a specific purpose, as mentioned above, I'm looking for my prey…

Soon, my gaze, after scanning the surroundings, settled on a woman, or more precisely, a young married woman.

She had delicate features, wore a black, tight-fitting dress, and had a full yet slender figure. Her breasts were high and prominent, her abdomen flat, but her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Because the waist of the dress was so tight, I could even see the outline of her navel.

The moment my eyes met hers, I made my decision—

she was tonight's prey!

I pushed through the crowd as naturally as possible, squeezing towards her and quickly getting behind her.

She was completely unaware of my approach, one hand gripping the handrail, her expressionless, cold face reflected in the subway window opposite her.

My hand stealthily reached out and gently placed on her waist.

She flinched slightly, involuntarily looking up at the subway glass. In the world reflected in the glass, I turned my head and smiled slightly at her, while my hand began to caress her slightly protruding stomach, sliding towards her chest.

Her expression was extremely unnatural; she looked around in panic, wanting to say something but afraid to utter a sound.

Fortunately, no one noticed her, and no one noticed me either.

My hand slid down to her breasts, touching the stiff bra. This wasn't the feeling I liked, so I gave her breast a hard squeeze.

"Mmm..." She wanted to cry out in pain, but she swallowed the sound back.

This reaction emboldened me, and my hand slid down further, past her full belly, to her most mysterious triangle area.

My touch immediately told me that she wasn't wearing underwear; through the thin dress, I could already feel her thick pubic hair.

From her face reflected in the glass, I could see that she was blushing because I had discovered her secret.

"You slut!" I whispered in her ear, while moving my hand to her navel, pressing my strong middle finger in. Her belly was indeed full, and my middle finger almost sank in completely.

"Ah..." she let out a soft moan, leaning slightly forward as if to counteract the pressure of my fingers.

My penis was already erect, pressing against her plump buttocks. As I rubbed it against the cleft between her buttocks, I whispered, "I'm pointing a gun at you now. You spend the night with me, and you'll get five hundred thousand. Otherwise, I might shoot. You don't want everyone to see a white stain on your black dress when you get out of the car, do you?"

She didn't speak, but from her expression, I could tell she was tempted.

Half a million for a night is a considerable sum for most Chinese women, so I continued, "I'll get off first. If you'd like, you can come with me."

I timed it perfectly; the subway arrived at the station just as I finished speaking, the doors opened, and I stepped off. This gave her no time to consider and she had to make a decision immediately.

After getting off the subway, I took a few steps towards the exit, then stopped and turned around.

Sure enough, as I expected, she was standing not far behind me, looking at me shyly.

A smug smile crept onto my lips.

Seeing me smile, a blush crept onto her face. She said, "I didn't get off the bus because you told me to; I was already at my stop."

This was a woman's pathetic vanity, so pale and powerless under the lure of money. So I smiled slightly, "Come with me, you slut." Then I walked away.

On the drive back, I learned a little about her. Her name was Zhang Wei, from Jiangxi, 2 years old, and she used to be a classic Jiangnan beauty, the campus belle of Jiangxi University. After graduating, she married a businessman and became a still-attractive young woman. She was in Beijing on a business trip.

As for becoming my prey today, that was, of course, unplanned.

I took Zhang Wei to my villa, and the first thing I did, of course, was to have her take a shower.

Zhang Wei was quite generous this time, undressing completely in front of me and going into the bathroom.

I turned on my home theater, put in a disc, and started watching. The disc contained a story about a man dissecting a woman alive.

Soon, she finished showering and came out naked.

I glanced at her; she was indeed a beauty. The lingering moisture on her smooth skin made her appear like a lotus emerging from water. Her full breasts stood proudly firm, showing no signs of sagging. Her

small nipples were pink, unlike the darkening and enlargement often seen in married women.

Her lower abdomen was full, but her waist was extremely slender. Between her long, fair legs, her slightly raised mons pubis was covered by thick, dark pubic hair, sparking countless fantasies.

However, I only glanced at her before turning my gaze back to my naked body. This was my territory, and I was no longer treating her as a human being.

She didn't say anything, simply walking over naked and sitting down beside me. As she sat down, her full belly became even more voluptuous.

Zhang Wei was quickly drawn to the content on the television screen. Gradually, I noticed her breathing became louder and louder, eventually matching the gasps of the woman being dissected on screen.

I glanced at her; she seemed oblivious, her eyes still glued to the screen. Her expression wasn't tense or fearful; instead, I saw a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

This surprised me somewhat. She was the first woman I'd met who watched such a gory film without being disgusted, covering her eyes, or screaming. My interest in this woman grew stronger.

The television program quickly ended with the dissected woman's death. Zhang Wei remained immersed in excitement. After a long while, she turned to me and asked, "Is there more?"

"Yes, there is. You can watch whenever you want," I said. "But now, I want you to come with me to tour my palace, a paradise for beauties." With that, I stood up.

She looked at me in confusion but also stood up. I casually touched her genitals between her legs. To my surprise, her genitals were wet. It wasn't water from bathing, but rather vaginal fluid, so much so that it soaked my entire palm.

I stared at her for a long time, completely baffled by what this woman was thinking…

I led Zhang Wei to the basement of my villa. Although she kept asking why I brought her here, I hadn't given her an answer.

Now we were standing in the basement hall; she'd soon find out.

I took a remote control out of my pocket, pressed a button, and the basement entrance door closed automatically, just as it had when I opened it.

Zhang Wei looked at me, puzzled. My next action only confused and terrified her more—

I pulled out a gun.

This wasn't the gun every man has, of course, but a Type 77 pistol with a magazine full of ammunition.

"What…what are you doing?" Zhang Wei asked, somewhat panicked.

"Nothing much, just introducing you to a few people." With that, I pressed another button on the remote and called out, "Ladies, come out and meet your new friends!"

As several iron doors opened, seventeen women emerged from different rooms around the basement hall. Some were wearing tight-fitting clothes, some were wearing crop tops, some were wearing bikinis, and some were completely naked. This sight left Zhang Wei speechless. She was still completely naked, so in addition to her surprise, she seemed a little shy.

I gestured to Zhang Wei, "Welcome to the Beauty Paradise!"

Zhang Wei snapped out of her daze, her eyes widening as she asked, "Who...who are you?"

I shrugged. "I'm just someone with a few unusual hobbies. Starting tomorrow, you'll be just like them, my slaves. Be prepared to obey me, please me, and consider it your greatest honor to be tortured by me, understand?" Zhang

Wei stared at me for a long time before suddenly blurting out, "What makes you think you can?"

I laughed. "What makes me think I can? Just this gun in my hand, and because you're all afraid of dying!" With that, I fired a shot at the roof. The girls screamed, some even crouching on the ground, clutching their heads.

A smug smile returned to my lips as I looked at Zhang Wei with a grin. Surprisingly,

Zhang Wei showed no fear. She looked at me, then at the others, and asked, "So when are you going to let us go back?"

This question caught me off guard. It implied that Zhang Wei had already accepted her situation. I hadn't expected it to be so quick, so I asked, "Do you know what I'm planning to do to you?"

Zhang Wei replied nonchalantly, "Abdominal torture, you already said that."

"You like it?" I asked in surprise, "You've done it before?"

Zhang Wei lowered her head, remaining silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Interesting, really interesting..." I said, then turned to the other girls: "Come on, let me introduce them to you." I pointed to the girl standing at the front and said, "Her name is Liu Xiaomeng, a TV host in Chongqing. It's a pity that her audience can no longer see her."

Liu Xiaomeng was one of the more special girls I had collected. She had an extremely beautiful face, big, alluring eyes. Before becoming a host, she had served in the military. Perhaps due to the high level of physical activity during military training, her breasts were exceptionally well-developed, the largest among all the girls I had collected.

Although Liu Xiaomeng had large breasts, her waist was slender. Being a former soldier, she had a few subtly defined abdominal muscles, and apart from her large breasts, her entire body was free of excess fat, exuding a wild, muscular beauty, like a female leopard.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomeng was completely naked; she often did this, as she had long since lost all sense of privacy in front of me.

I walked up to Liu Xiaomeng, lifted her heavy breasts, and said to her, "Isn't that my famous host? Ha! You're really just a milk cow!" With that, I abruptly released her, the force of her breasts causing her chest to tremble.

Liu Xiaomeng remained expressionless, her eyes fixed ahead. She had resisted when she first arrived, but now she was numb to it all.

I walked up to the second girl and introduced her to Zhang Wei: "This is Li Meijuan, a former model, a contracted actress with a film and television company in Beijing."

After I finished speaking, I grabbed Li Meijuan's hair, pulled her head back, and softly asked, "Baby, tell me, do you still want to be a star?"

Li Meijuan obediently shook her head, and I saw tears of humiliation in her eyes.

Like all girls who are models, Li Meijuan was very thin. I once accurately measured her waist circumference, which was 57cm. She was relatively tall, but slender. Inevitably, a girl this thin couldn't have large breasts, but her breasts were well-shaped, and I could see her sternum protruding between her breasts. Because she was so thin, I could feel the peristalsis of her small intestine every time I pressed on her stomach.

The third girl I introduced to Zhang Wei was Liu Jian. She had a rather androgynous name, but was a petite girl. She was about 1.6 meters tall, and although not tall, her proportions were good, her weight moderate, and she was practically flawless.

Liu Jian was very timid; she treated me like a goddess and was completely submissive.

Afterwards, I introduced Zhang Wei to the sisters Shao Wen and Shao Yu, Black Peony Li Yuan, and others. I had tricked them into coming here using various methods, but frankly, it was all about money and fame. I have a special ability: I can tell what a woman wants just by looking at her. This is the most tragic thing about these women; if they were virtuous and without desires, they wouldn't have ended up like this.

After introducing the seventeen women, I introduced Zhang Wei to the girls: "A young woman from Jiangnan, traveling thousands of miles to Beijing to be my slave, how despicable!"

The girls didn't react much, but Zhang Wei completely ignored my insult and asked me, "Where do I stay?"

"You are my eighteenth slave, and also the last one," I said. "Because I only have nine rooms here, the other rooms are for playing games, two people per room, and there just happens to be a place for you, but..." I paused, then continued, "Tonight you don't have to stay here, but go to my room. This is my reward for your obedience."

II. A Meaningful Day

I took Zhang Wei to my bedroom, and another crazy night was about to begin.

"You like abdomineering?" I asked casually, kneading her full breasts. Zhang Wei's breasts were the softest I'd ever seen; I figured her stomach would be just as soft.

"Maybe," she said. "My husband likes it, so I've gradually come to like it too."

"Oh, I see..." I said, suddenly punching Zhang Wei hard in the stomach, feeling my fist sink deep into her abdomen.

"Ugh!" Zhang Wei hadn't expected me to hit her so suddenly. The sudden blow to her stomach made her bend over in pain, clutching her stomach with both hands, looking very distressed.

"Do you still like it?" I asked.

"My husband hasn't... hit me..." she gasped, "He only... squeezes my stomach during sex... but I can accept it." She finished speaking, still clutching her stomach, unable to straighten up.

"So you like it constricted." I said, pulling open a drawer and taking out a chain. I fastened the chain around Zhang Wei's waist and tightened it. Due to the increased pressure on her waist, Zhang Wei's internal organs were squeezed to the sides, and her upper and lower abdomens bulged high. Only when the chain could not be tightened any further did I lock it with an iron lock. I said to Zhang Wei, "From now on, you'll wear it every day. Don't you like it constricted?"

Zhang Wei lowered her head, stroking her bulging lower and upper abdomen, and murmured, "It's so uncomfortable, but... I like it... Hurry, hurry up and make love with me!"

"You charming slut!" I scooped up Zhang Wei and threw her onto the bed, then quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her.

As my penis entered Zhang Wei's well-lubricated vagina, she cried out excitedly, "Ah...faster, fuck me..." She swallowed the last "I" as I punched her hard in the stomach again. This time, her waist was tightened, and it must have hurt even more.

Zhang Wei screamed, clutching her stomach tightly with both hands.

At the same time, my penis began to thrust violently in and out of her vagina. Soon, the friction of our genitals produced a "plop plop" sound, and Zhang Wei's vaginal fluid soaked a large patch of the sheets.

As I thrust, I pressed on Zhang Wei's lower abdomen, causing her stomach to swell even more.

"Oh...oh...ah..." Zhang Wei cried out loudly, grabbing her breasts and kneading them forcefully.

After a few hundred thrusts, we changed positions. I sat on Zhang Wei's upper abdomen, pressing my entire weight onto her, and then engaged in breast sex with her. Her soft breasts made the intercourse just as intense as vaginal sex.

My body pressed against her stomach with the rhythm of my thrusts, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. I don't know how much time passed, but both Zhang Wei and I were drenched in sweat.

"Oh...oh...I...I feel like throwing up..." Zhang Wei mumbled.

"Then throw up!" I said, raising my body and then sitting heavily on Zhang Wei's stomach.

"Gulp!" Zhang Wei's upper body arched from the pressure, and she gagged, but nothing came out. So I repeated the previous action.

"Gulp... gulp..." Zhang Wei gagged, but still couldn't vomit. "Ah... ah... I can't take it anymore..." she said, and suddenly her body convulsed violently a few times, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out like a tide from her vagina. She had actually reached orgasm without any thrusting.

At the same time, I also ejaculated between Zhang Wei's breasts with unusual excitement, and my semen sprayed all over Zhang Wei's face.

After the frenzy, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Zhang Wei was panting heavily as she gently stroked her stomach.

After calming down, I said to her, "You're amazing. None of them cooperated as well as you. Even Liu Xiaomeng, such a fit girl, threw up all over me the first time she came." "

I'll be like that sooner or later..." Zhang Wei said.

"Yeah," I said, "You're just like them, your stomach is full of intestines."

"You are too." After Zhang Wei finished speaking, she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

I got out of bed, walked out naked, and went to the monitoring room next to the bedroom.

There was an entire wall of screens in the monitoring room. After turning them on, I could see every corner of my villa through the monitors.

I recorded all the times I tortured the girls, because they were just my first batch of slaves. Soon, I would kill them all and start looking for a new batch of targets. Of course, Zhang Wei would be no exception.

I turned on the monitor and slowly watched the scene of me and Zhang Wei making love...

The next day, I brought Zhang Wei, still naked, to the basement and told her that from today onwards, she would participate in various games I designed with the other girls. Some of these games would be held in the basement hall, while others required special facilities and took place in separate game rooms.

Zhang Wei seemed very excited because she was unaware of her predetermined fate.

After all the girls had gathered, I gave each of them a large bag of soybeans and a cup of water.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that soybeans expand exponentially in their stomachs when they come into contact with water—that's exactly what I wanted to achieve.

Of course, before doing all this, I didn't forget to untie the chains on Zhang Wei's stomach.

After the girls finished eating and drinking, I told them, "Today's game is a stomach-tightening contest. The rules are simple: tighten your stomach as much as possible. Whoever tightens it the tightest wins. Whoever tightens it the loosest, or vomits, loses and will have to accept my punishment."

After I finished speaking, all the girls except Zhang Wei showed expressions of fear. In the past, almost without exception, they had all received my punishments, and they knew how terrible they were.

"What's your punishment?" Zhang Wei asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," I said. "It'll be a very interesting punishment, of course." With that, I handed each of them a leather strap with a snap fastener, adjustable to different tightness levels.

"Okay, let's begin." After I finished speaking, the girls tied the straps around their waists, pulling them as tight as possible until they reached their limit, then snapping the fasteners shut. This made all the girls' upper and lower abdomens bulge out, just like Zhang Wei's yesterday.

At first glance, everyone looked very tight, but soon some girls began clutching their stomachs, their faces showing pain. I knew the yellow beans had started to swell and would continue to swell.

I stood there quietly, watching them without saying a word, silently calculating who would fail.

Liu Xiaomeng's waist was disproportionately thin, so she was probably fine. Li Meijuan and Li Yuan were both quite thin, so they were even less of a problem. Liu Jian was petite, and his small frame would also give him an advantage. Zhang Wei, however, had a full belly, so she might be in danger this time.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Zhang Wei. Surprisingly, the tightness of her belt was comparable to Liu Xiaomeng's. Although her stomach was swollen and her face showed signs of pain, she actually smiled slightly at me after noticing me looking at her.

At this moment, the older of the twins, Shao Wen, couldn't stand up anymore. She clutched her stomach and collapsed to the ground, writhing and groaning.

The girls looked at her with pity; it seemed she was doomed.

"Sister, what's wrong..." The younger sister, Shao Yu, rushed forward anxiously to help her, but as she bent over, the pressure on her stomach increased, and she vomited all over Shao Wen.

Shao Wen looked at her sister in horror, then turned her fearful gaze to me.

Shao Yu stared at me in terror, one hand instinctively clutching her stomach as she slowly backed away until her back was against the wall.

"I'm sorry, you failed," I said, pulling out my pistol and walking towards Shao Yu.

"No...no..." Shao Yu was terrified; due to the physiological reaction of fear, she vomited again. "

What, you're going to kill her?" Zhang Wei screamed, rushing forward to block my way.

"Get out of my way!" I roared, kicking Zhang Wei in the stomach. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

"Ugh," Zhang Wei's stomach clenched; she felt like vomiting, but she held it back, unable to get up.

I walked up to Shao Yu and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her stomach. Shao Yu stared at me, her eyes wide, trembling as she pleaded, "Please...don't kill me...I don't want to die...please..."

"I'll shoot when I say five," I said, counting loudly, "One!"

Shao Yu's body jolted violently, her breasts heaving with each movement.

My left hand grasped and kneaded her breasts. "Two!"

Tears streamed from Shao Yu's eyes—tears of fear.

Her older sister, Shao Wen, closed her eyes in anguish; she couldn't bear to see her sister killed.

Zhang Wei, leaning against the wall, stood up, her voice weak, "Don't...don't kill her...she's just a child, how can you be so cruel!"

"Five!" I counted aloud.

No one expected me to say "five" at that moment. They were mentally prepared for me to count to five and then fire, but not for me to fire now. So when I pulled the trigger, everyone's face was filled with horror.

"Bang!" The gun went off.

Everyone watched helplessly as Shao Yu's stomach collapsed under the impact of the bullet. The pressure from her internal organs snapped the leather strap binding her abdomen. Her body jolted violently, and she instinctively clutched her stomach. A mouthful of blood spurted onto my face.

Shao Yu collapsed, clutching her stomach.

Shao Wen rushed over, hugged her younger sister, and cried out anxiously, "Sister, are you alright? Are you alright?"

She then turned to me, pleading, "Take her to the hospital! Please! Take her to the hospital!" While shouting, she frantically tried to remove Shao Yu's hand from her stomach to check her wound. But when Shao Wen removed Shao Yu's hand, she suddenly stopped screaming, her face filled with shock.

Shao Yu's stomach was completely unharmed; there were no wounds at all, only a severe bruise in the pouch of her stomach. And at this moment, blood was still flowing from the corner of Shao Yu's mouth.

I held up the gun and laughed loudly, "You stupid women! You're all so stupid, what else can you do but be sex slaves? Don't you know I'm always very precise? I said I'd shoot when I counted to five, did I say I'd count from one to five before shooting? I said the loser would be punished, did I say I was going to kill her? What are you all so nervous about?"

Zhang Wei asked urgently, "Then what did you use to shoot her? And why did she..." "Spitting blood?"

I waved the gun in my hand. "Rubber bullets, ever heard of them? The government uses them to deal with rioters. I just got some, of course I want to play with them with you guys." I looked at Shao Yu lying on the ground and continued, "Her stomach is definitely bleeding internally. It's normal for her internal organs to be so badly injured, but she won't die. Take good care of her. Now all of you go back to your rooms!"

The girls obediently returned to their rooms, and Shao Wen also helped Shao Yu back.

Zhang Wei also wanted to go into her room, but I stopped her and said, "Zhang Wei, come here!"

Zhang Wei turned around and looked at me, then walked over to me.

My eyes were fixed ahead, not looking at her, but I said, "What did you just say about me? Say it again!"

Zhang Wei hesitated for a moment, then suddenly thrust out her high, firm breasts and said, "I said you were too... Ah!" She cried out halfway through her sentence because I had already forcefully inserted the barrel into her vagina.

I said softly, "I only loaded one rubber bullet; the rest are all live bullets. Say it again." As I spoke, I thrust the barrel in and out of her vagina.

Zhang Wei was breathing rapidly, saying, "I...I won't say anymore...Oh...I'm not afraid of dying...it's just...oh...dying like this is too...too ugly..."

I pulled out the gun barrel and looked at it; it was already wet from her. I said, "You slut, you can still have sex like this? Come on, as punishment, you have to keep me company tonight."

I led Zhang Wei back to the room, took out an iron pipe from a drawer, and ordered, "Turn around and bend over."

Zhang Wei obediently turned around with her back to me, bent over, and exposed her plump buttocks.

I pressed the iron pipe against her anus and slowly pushed it in, the iron pipe passing through the rectum and pressing against the wall of the large intestine.

"Okay, turn around," I said.

When Zhang Wei turned around to face me, the iron pipe was inserted into her anus like a tail.

I pulled down my pants, revealing my erect penis: "Give me oral sex."

Zhang Wei bent down and took my penis into her mouth, stroking it.

She couldn't squat down because the iron pipe would touch the ground and pierce her intestines.

As I thrust in and out of Zhang Wei's mouth, I said, "You were born to be fucked, oral sex feels no different from fucking you."

Zhang Wei glanced at me and continued sucking my penis.

My hand reached down and kneaded her breasts, playing with them for a few moments, then suddenly pushed her away. Caught off guard, Zhang Wei involuntarily stepped back, and with a "bang," the iron pipe inserted into her anus slammed heavily against the wall.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei screamed, covering her lower abdomen with both hands.

"Straighten up, don't cover your stomach," I said.

Zhang Wei straightened up and released her hands from her lower abdomen.

"You need to keep your stomach relaxed. If it doesn't soften, I'll deal with you," I continued.

"Okay..." Zhang Wei said, taking a deep breath, causing her entire abdomen to sink in, her ribs protruding on both sides.

I knew that in this situation, she couldn't tense her abdominal muscles; this woman was truly considerate.

I raised my leg and kicked Zhang Wei hard in the lower abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei cried out, trying to cover her stomach with both hands, but she controlled herself and didn't do so.

Then I kicked her again. This time, I didn't pull my foot back; it just stomped into Zhang Wei's stomach, sinking deep into her lower abdomen, pushing harder and harder. Zhang Wei gripped my ankle in pain, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.

"You slut, I'll make you shit your ass today," I said, pressing even harder with my foot. Zhang Wei gasped for breath. Suddenly, there was a "clang," and the metal tube inserted into her rectum was squeezed out and fell to the ground. Only then did I pull my foot back.

Zhang Wei pressed her hands tightly against her lower abdomen, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

I masturbated, ejaculating all over Zhang Wei's face.

"You did pretty well today," I said. "Tomorrow, I'll let you get some fresh air and come with me to meet a client."

"Meet a client?" Zhang Wei was somewhat surprised. She shakily stood up, leaning against the wall, still hunched over, clutching her lower abdomen.

"Don't think coming with me to meet a client is a good job," I laughed. "You'll find out tomorrow."

IV. Sin Under the Sunlight

Zhang Wei and I walked along the bustling street. Under the blazing summer sun, we looked like a well-matched couple.

No one could see that beneath Zhang Wei's clothes was a locked chain around her stomach.

"In this crowded street, who are you planning to kill?" Zhang Wei asked, linking her arm with mine.

She still didn't believe I would kill someone, and even less that I would kill someone at this time, in this environment.

"Kill her." I gestured with my chin towards a girl walking towards us from a distance.

The girl was eighteen or nineteen, tall and beautiful, wearing low-waisted, tight pants that almost revealed her pubic hair, blatantly displaying her alluring triangle. Her

top was an extremely short tank top, practically a bra, accentuating her perfect breasts and revealing her slender waist swaying with her steps and her sexy navel.

The girl's expression was arrogant, her eyes fixed straight ahead. She knew countless men's eyes were on her, yet she acted as if she were sacred and untouchable, deliberately thrusting out her high, prominent chest.

I hate girls like this the most. Her outfit was simply conveying this message: Am I sexy? "Want to do me? Fine, I won't let you! See what you do then!"

Zhang Wei glanced at the girl and joked, "Okay, then go kill her! Let me see how you dissect her in the street."

I didn't say anything, broke free from Zhang Wei's arm, and quickened my pace towards the girl.

As I brushed past her, I seemed to accidentally bump into her. The girl cried out, "Ouch!" and bent over, clutching her stomach.

I quickly helped her up, asking, "Miss, are you alright?" The girl straightened up, looked at her stomach—it was unharmed—and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine." Then she walked past me and continued onward.

I took a few more steps, stopped, and turned around. Zhang Wei had caught up and stood beside me, watching the girl walk away. She asked provocatively, "Weren't you going to kill her? How come she's still alive?"

"Just you wait, she's about to die." As soon as I finished speaking, the girl suddenly staggered. She quickly walked to the roadside, one hand gripping a utility pole, the other clutching her abdomen. Suddenly, she coughed up blood onto the pole, and then her body went limp and collapsed.

Soon, a crowd gathered around the fallen girl.

Zhang Wei stared in disbelief, then turned to me after a long pause and asked, "You...you gave her poison?"

I shrugged. "You saw it yourself, did I give her poison? Even if I did, would she have taken it?"

"Then...how did you do it?" Zhang Wei seemed to have witnessed the greatest miracle in the world.

I slowly raised my right hand, which I had been clenching tightly, and slowly opened it. In my hand was a cylindrical wooden handle.

"What is this?" Zhang Wei was increasingly confused.

"This is the handle of an ice cone," I said. "An ice cone is a kitchen utensil used for crushing ice. Have you seen *Basic Instinct*? The female protagonist used this to kill the man she had sex with."

I paused, then continued, "However, my ice cone is modified. The cone itself is loosely inserted into the wooden handle; it falls off with a gentle pull. You should know that abdominal muscles are quite developed, even for a flat stomach like hers and a full stomach like yours. So when my ice cone pierced her, the cone detached from the handle under the tight grip of her abdominal muscles and remained inside her stomach.

A girl had a stab inserted into her stomach ." "The ice cone, of course she felt pain, but because the cone was so thin, there was no bleeding, and since I pierced her navel, it wasn't visible from the outside.

But the ice cone was very long and had penetrated deeply into her small intestine. As she walked, the ice cone would churn inside her intestines, causing massive internal bleeding. Haha, who told her to twist her waist so much? Otherwise, she could have walked a few more meters." I shrugged again: "So she's dead now. The amount of internal bleeding was enough to gush out of her mouth, how could she not die?"

Zhang Wei was speechless. She stared at me blankly, as if looking at a monster.

I smiled. "I told you, the people I kill don't even know how they died."

And so, Zhang Wei and I, arm in arm, strolled leisurely away from the murder scene amidst the wailing sirens.

On the way back, Zhang Wei asked me, "I never thought you'd actually kill someone. Will you ever kill me one day?" "

Not now," I said. "In the future… who knows?"

"Then how do you plan to kill me?" Zhang Wei asked seriously.

"I haven't decided yet," I said.

Zhang Wei looked into my eyes and said, "Promise me, if you're going to kill me, don't let me die too quickly. I want you to cut open my stomach; I want to see my intestines."

"You really want to?" I asked. "Do you know how painful that would be?"

Zhang Wei nodded firmly.

"Okay," I said.

Happy days always pass quickly. Day after day, I played various abdominal torment games with the girls in this "beauty paradise," and a month quickly passed.

During that month, Zhang Wei never removed the tightly bound chains from her stomach; perhaps only she could endure that.

I felt myself becoming increasingly infatuated with her. Seeing her concave stomach from the chains, I couldn't suppress my frantic desires, and almost every night I made love only to her.

Zhang Wei was also very satisfied with the various abdominal torment methods I invented, even though sometimes she was almost breathless from the torture.

This woman who loved self-torture was truly the best of all my collection.

But then one day, something happened that I never expected.

It was one night... In a game room, we were about to play a game we had played before. There were two reasons for repeating it: firstly, the game was indeed very interesting, and secondly, Zhang Wei hadn't played it before.

The room was equipped with complex pulleys and ropes, like the wire work used in movies. The game involved standing an iron pipe upright on the ground, suspending a girl in mid-air on the rope, her body horizontal, with her navel directly facing the steel pipe below. Then the rope was released, and the girl's body fell, the steel pipe slamming heavily into her navel.

Most girls can withstand the impact of the steel pipe. After falling, the pipe collapses, and they fall to the ground, clutching their stomachs and groaning. But last time we played, Li Meijuan was too thin and had little abdominal fat, so there was no cushioning. When the pipe slammed into her navel, she actually vomited. The one who

probably benefited the most from this game was Liu Xiaomeng; her well-developed abdominal muscles protected her small intestine, minimizing the damage.

I was very curious to see how Zhang Wei would react to this game.

The game started, and Liu Xiaomeng was the first to go. Since this girl loved to be first, I decided to indulge her pitiful vanity.

Liu Xiaomeng was suspended by a rope, her large breasts dangling in a bizarre shape due to gravity. Beneath her was a steel pipe aimed directly at her navel.

I saw Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen contracting; her abdominal muscles bulged, undeniably wild.

The rope loosened, and Liu Xiaomeng's body plummeted rapidly, followed by a "thud," and then a piercing scream.

Her body rolled to the ground, the steel pipe deeply embedded in her navel, blood gushing from the other end like a fountain.

Everyone, including myself, was shocked; no one knew how this could have happened.

Liu Xiaomiang was indeed athletic. She struggled to stand up, but fell to the ground twice. Finally, she crawled to the wall, leaned against it, and shakily stood up, trying to pull out the steel pipe stuck in her abdomen with her other hand.

"Don't pull it out, you'll die even faster if you do," I said, quickly walking to Liu Xiaomiang. The steel pipe in her abdomen was still gushing blood; she would die soon.

I supported Liu Xiaomiang with one hand, grabbed the steel pipe with the other, and with a sudden pull, "sizzle," the steel pipe pierced through the girl's athletic body, exiting from her lower back.

"Ugh!" Liu Xiaomiang screamed again.

Zhang Wei cried out, "What are you doing!"

"This is the only way to stop the bleeding, and she'll live a little longer."

I released my grip on Liu Xiaomeng. She clutched the steel pipe inserted into her abdomen, her body slowly sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor with her back against it, her eyes vacant, her mouth agape as she breathed heavily.

"How could this happen? Didn't you say nothing would happen? What do we do now?" Zhang Wei asked anxiously.

"You guys go back first," I said to the other girls, then turned to Zhang Wei, "You stay."

Zhang Wei nodded, and the other girls returned to their rooms. I took off my clothes and said, "She's badly injured; her intestines are probably ripped apart. She won't last much longer. I'll make love to her tonight; this is her last pleasure."

"Okay," Zhang Wei nodded. "I'll take care of her."

So I straddled Liu Xiaomeng and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Liu Xiaomeng's body moved slightly, but there was no significant reaction.

I began to thrust forcefully, and Liu Xiaomeng's body moved in rhythm with me, her two large breasts trembling incessantly. Despite her severe injuries, she couldn't possibly be completely unresponsive. Her breathing became heavier, and she gradually began to moan weakly.

This was the last cry of a girl whose abdomen had been pierced.

Zhang Wei squatted beside her, wiping the cold sweat from Liu Xiaomeng's forehead.

After several hundred thrusts, blood began to trickle from the corner of Liu Xiaomeng's mouth . Her lips turned purple, her face was deathly pale, and her breathing became increasingly slow, turning into labored gasps. Blood from the wound in her abdomen soaked her pubic hair and flowed down to my penis.

"She's dying," I said between thrusts.

Zhang Wei quickly wiped the blood from Liu Xiaomeng's mouth, but new blood immediately began to flow.

As I approached my climax, Liu Xiaomeng's breathing became a series of slight twitches. When I ejaculated, she twitched one last time and then stopped moving.

Her beautiful eyes remained wide open, her hands still gripping the iron pipe inserted into her navel, seemingly unable to understand why her strong abdominal muscles hadn't withstood the impact of the steel pipe.

The girl's two sexy breasts still stood proudly erect, but the heart beneath them had stopped beating.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Wei lay on the bed and asked me, "What exactly happened today? Was the rope too high?"

I shook my head. "With Liu Xiaomeng's physique, even if it were a meter higher, she wouldn't be hurt. I noticed it before we made love, but I didn't say anything. The steel pipe was tampered with; the end that went into Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen was sharpened. How could a girl's lower abdomen withstand a sharpened steel pipe? It's like a sharp knife."

I stared intently at Zhang Wei. "This is murder."

"Murder?" Zhang Wei exclaimed, "Who did this?"

I closed my eyes. "Whoever did it, I won't let her get away with it! I'll make her die a death worse than Liu Xiaomeng's!"

The

next evening, I gathered all the girls in the basement hall. Seeing my grim face, they sensed something terrible was about to happen, and their faces were filled with fear.

"Liu Xiaomeng died yesterday," I said.

The girls looked at me with pity. This didn't surprise them; Liu Xiaomeng couldn't possibly have survived. No girl could survive having a steel pipe pierced through her stomach, not even the leopard-like Liu Xiaomeng.

But what I said next immediately caused a huge uproar among the girls: "She was murdered. Someone sharpened a steel pipe used for video games, and that person... is one of you."

The girls looked at each other, showing great shock and unease, and murmured amongst themselves.

My sharp gaze swept over each girl's face, and none of them dared to meet my eyes.

"Do you want to know who did it?" I asked.

The girls all nodded. So I took out the remote control and turned on the large screen on the living room wall.

The scene displayed on the screen was Liu Xiaomeng and Li Meijuan's room.

They were classmates in college, but their animosity towards each other was unexpectedly severe, stemming entirely from the narrow-minded jealousy inherent in women.

Li Meijuan was jealous of Liu Xiaomeng's beautiful face and large breasts, while Liu Xiaomeng looked down on Li Meijuan, a woman less beautiful but arrogant.

I put them together to observe their open and covert struggles. However, in the images displayed on the big screen, their rivalry escalated into a war.

On the screen, Li Meijuan was masturbating, inserting three fingers into her vagina and thrusting them in and out, emitting moans of pleasure.

This woman had a very high sex drive, but I rarely had sex with her, so I often saw her masturbating on the monitor. Since everyone had already seen her spitting out feces, she didn't care anymore.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomeng on the other bed became increasingly impatient and finally blurted out, "Stop moaning like that, you slut!"

Li Meijuan glanced at Liu Xiaomeng and retorted, "What's it to you! Why do you care what I do if you don't produce some milk yourself? You milk cow!"

Liu Xiaomeng jumped off the bed, went to Li Meijuan's bedside, and loudly asked, "What did you say?"

Li Meijuan stood up as well: "I called you a cow, so what? So what if you have big breasts?" She then pressed Liu Xiaomeng's nipple with her finger, forcing it into her breast.

Liu Xiaomeng, enraged, punched Li Meijuan in the stomach with a loud bang.

Caught off guard, Li Meijuan cried

out and doubled over, clutching her stomach. Liu Xiaomeng grabbed Li Meijuan and repeatedly kneed her in the abdomen.

"Ah...uh...oh..." Li Meijuan screamed, trying to fight back, but she was no match for Liu Xiaomeng, a former female soldier.

Liu Xiaomeng cornered Li Meijuan against the wall, relentlessly striking her stomach, her large breasts trembling with each punch.

Li Meijuan was completely defenseless. Her abdomen was naturally flat, and each of Liu Xiaomeng's punches directly impacted her internal organs. Soon, she vomited a mouthful of stomach acid.

Not giving up, Liu Xiaomeng delivered a chop to Li Meijuan's throat. Li Meijuan coughed up a mouthful of vomit, crouching on the ground, clutching her abdomen and coughing incessantly.

The video on the big screen stopped there. I froze the image and stared coldly at Li Meijuan.

Li Meijuan's chest was high and her head slightly raised: "So what? Does this prove I killed Liu Xiaomeng?"

"If you confess readily, I can let you die a little more easily," I said coldly.

"I didn't do it, why should I confess?" Li Meijuan seemed righteously indignant.

I know this girl is a habitual liar. For example, when I first met her, she claimed to be recording a program for CCTV and said she was about to sign a contract with a film and television company. It was all just bluffing, trying to show off her excellence, which was actually the best manifestation of her extreme inferiority complex.

"A 'tears won't fall until you see the coffin' kind of person!" I said, pressing another button on the remote.

Another scene appeared on the big screen—the game room where Liu Xiaomeng died.

Of course, at this moment, no one in the game room could see Liu Xiaomeng's body with a steel pipe through her abdomen; instead, they saw Li Meijuan, because this was a recording from before Liu Xiaomeng's accident.

Li Meijuan squatted on the ground, her back to the screen, her body swaying rhythmically. No one could tell what she was doing, but it was clear she was masturbating.

The image on the screen continued like this for a while. Then Li Meijuan stood up and turned around. We could see that she was holding the game's steel pipe in one hand and a rough stone in the other. One end of the pipe had been sharpened to a considerable point.

Li Meijuan aimed the pointed end of the pipe at her navel, applied a little force, and deliberately made a "plop" sound.

Clearly, she was imagining Liu Xiaomeng's abdomen being pierced by the pipe. She knew I liked playing this game and would definitely repeat it. She also knew that Liu Xiaomeng would be the first to play, so she would be the one whose abdomen was pierced.

Judging from the current outcome, Li Meijuan's plan was very successful. She used her free time every afternoon to sneak into the game room to work on steel pipes. After several days, she transformed an ordinary steel pipe into her murder weapon.

I switched the large screen to the live surveillance footage. The screen still showed that game room, and Liu Xiaomeng's body was still sitting quietly against the wall. The steel pipe deeply inserted into her abdomen made this voluptuous corpse appear even more sensual.

The girls murmured among themselves. Li Meijuan had nothing more to say and lowered her head.

"Do you know why governments make laws?"

I launched into another long-winded explanation: "The initial purpose is to prevent members of society from killing and harming each other, even though the government itself harms or kills far more people. This is the inequality between the government and the masses; this is the social law of 'only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, while the common people are forbidden even to light lamps!'"

I paused, then continued, "Here, I am the government, I am the supreme authority, I am the god who holds the power of life and death over you! I can use any method I like." "I can kill you all, but none of you have the right to kill anyone else.

As for Liu Xiaomeng, I might kill her someday too, but I should let her die the way I prescribed for her. But Li Meijuan killed Liu Xiaomeng just like that. She not only deprived Liu Xiaomeng of her right to live, but also deprived me of the pleasure of killing. I'm very angry now, and the consequences will be severe! So…" I pointed at Li Meijuan, "I'm going to execute you."

In any society's legal system, "execution" means only one thing: the death penalty.

But the methods of execution vary. The method I chose for Li Meijuan may not be the cruelest, but it's the one I find most interesting.

At this moment, I and all the girls were in a game room that had never been used before.

In the center of the room was a long stone slab. Li Meijuan lay naked and bony on the cold stone slab. Her originally flat stomach naturally sank in, and her ribs on both sides of her body protruded high, opening and closing with her breath. A slender girl lying like this was very alluring.

Above Li Meijuan's body was a wide scalpel. The blade was made from a paper-cutting blade used in paper mills. Such blades could slice through thousands of sheets of paper stacked together like tofu. One can imagine that when the blade cut through Li Meijuan's soft flesh, it encountered almost no resistance. Moreover, to increase the acceleration due to gravity, the blade was embedded in a half-ton block of iron.

Yes, I chose dismemberment for Li Meijuan. Because I desperately wanted to know what it would look like when her slender 57cm waist was severed.

Under my coercion, the girls stood in a circle around the stone slab; I wanted them to witness Li Meijuan's death.

"During the reign of Emperor Jing of Han..."

I said, pacing back and forth with the remote control in my hand, "The scholar-official Chao Cuo advocated a policy of weakening the power of the vassal states in order to consolidate the dynasty's power. This threatened the interests of various vassal kings. Liu Bi, the King of Wu, united six vassal kings and launched the famous Rebellion of the Seven States in Chinese history, proposing to 'execute Chao Cuo and cleanse the court of corrupt officials.' To temporarily ease the conflict, Emperor Jing had Chao Cuo executed by being cut in half at the waist in the marketplace."

I turned to Li Meijuan, "Li Meijuan, Chao Cuo was a scholar-official of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Jing's teacher. You and he died with the same punishment; you should feel extremely honored."

Li Meijuan glared at me with hatred and turned her head away.

I ignored her and pressed the button on the remote control.

The huge scythe fell swiftly amidst the girls' screams. Just as I expected, the blade sliced into Li Meijuan's abdomen with almost no resistance, severing her slender waist. I could even hear the "snap" as the blade cut through her lumbar vertebrae.

Li Meijuan's upper body lifted slightly, but she immediately lay back down on the stone slab. Then I saw her right ring finger begin to twitch. Now, although a huge scythe separated Li Meijuan's upper and lower abdomen, her body still appeared intact, like a magic trick cutting a human body. The only difference was that her breathing had changed its normal rhythm. She would take a short, forceful inhale, then exhale very slowly, followed by another short inhale and a very slow exhale...

Her lower lip was also trembling rapidly and mechanically, perhaps a conditioned reflex of someone on the verge of death.

I pressed the button again, and the scythe shot up with a whoosh, immediately changing the situation.

Li Meijuan's small intestine, bladder, uterus, and other organs, along with a large amount of fresh blood, gushed out of the incision with a "whoosh." The force of the surging internal organs separated her two bodies, causing even more intestines to spill out. The sticky, steaming internal organs almost completely covered the stone slab. Her dark yellow large intestine dangled below the slab, still dripping blood.

I was somewhat surprised, truly unable to understand how such a thin waist and flat abdomen could accommodate so many internal organs.

Li Meijuan tried to lift her body to see her wound, but without the support of her hips, her upper body couldn't be lifted at all. The strain of her abdomen only squeezed out more internal organs.

"Look! That's a liver! Even the liver is showing..." a girl exclaimed, while others had already started vomiting.

Indeed, Li Meijuan's bright red liver had been squeezed out of her upper abdomen, half of it exposed.

Li Meijuan's fingers were still twitching; she probably had nowhere to cover her stomach.

Blood was flowing from the girl's vagina and anus; her lower body was already dead.

From the incisions on her upper and lower body, the white, gleaming fragments of severed lumbar vertebrae could be vaguely seen.

I glanced at Zhang Wei unintentionally; she was staring intently at Li Meijuan's protruding intestines, her hand unconsciously stroking her own abdomen.

This reminded me of her request for me to cut her open.

"How does it feel?" I asked Li Meijuan as I approached her.

She was speechless, just staring at me, gasping for breath, as if trying to remember the man who had severed her at the waist before she died.

Seeing that she didn't answer, I simply took off my clothes, pulled her lower body towards me, supported her with both hands, and inserted my penis into her vagina.

Although her uterus had already flowed out of her body, her vagina was still intact. I watched her gasp for breath as I raped her lower body right in front of her. The feeling of thrusting was peculiar; all I was having sex with were her two legs and her lower abdomen. Sticky blood lubricated my penis, and Li Meijuan was watching me and her lower body make love. She must have felt something extraordinary.

This time I was very excited, and soon I ejaculated. My semen spurted out from the incision in Li Meijuan's lower body, landing on her face. Her face was as white as paper.

Then I lit a cigarette and leisurely waited for Li Meijuan to stop breathing.

A dozen minutes later, the girl stopped breathing.

VI. Russian Roulette

Two weeks after Li Meijuan's death, one night I found Zhang Wei secretly crying.

"What, afraid I'll cut you in half too?" I asked.

Zhang Wei shook her head: "I miss my lover. He hasn't heard from me for almost two months."

"You don't want me to let you go, do you?" I sneered.

"No," she said, "I... just want to call him. To tell him... I'm happy." She looked at me pleadingly.

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you can call, but if you dare say anything inappropriate, I guarantee you'll see your own intestines right away. Any problems?"

"No problem, I promise," she said.

I wouldn't miss any opportunity for a game, so Zhang Wei's phone call became one of my games as well.

I took Zhang Wei to a game room. The game tool in the room was a plate made of two iron blocks, the thickness of which was exactly the same as the soft part of the girl's stomach. There was also a handle next to the plate. When I shook the handle, the iron blocks would move together towards the center. I had once successfully squeezed an iron ball into a sheet of iron using this thing.

I had Zhang Wei stand between the two metal blocks and handed her her phone. "Now you can make a call."

Zhang Wei dialed a number and put the receiver to her ear. I then started turning the dial.

By the time the call connected, Zhang Wei's large belly was already deformed from being squeezed by the metal blocks. A man's voice came from the other end of the line: "Xiao Wei, where have you been all these days? Your phone wasn't on, I was so worried."

"Oh, my phone broke, and I bought a new one. I've been so busy lately... I haven't had a chance to contact you..."

By the time Zhang Wei finished the last two sentences, her belly was flattened, and a hint of pain appeared on her face, but she endured it, not letting it show in her voice.

"Oh, I see. How did the business deal go?" the man asked. During this time, the iron blocks tightened considerably.

"Oh...not...not bad..." Zhang Wei spoke with some difficulty. "The negotiations are...uh...complete...I...I..."

The distance between the two iron blocks was now half of what it was before, and the flesh on Zhang Wei's stomach was squeezed and spilled out from the edges of the iron blocks.

"Xiao Wei, what's wrong? You sound unwell, are you sick?" the man asked anxiously.

"No..." Zhang Wei breathed heavily. "I'm a little...tired..." She seemed to want to say "I'm done," but she covered her mouth and made a "uh" sound, and gastric juices flowed out from between her fingers.

"Take care of yourself while you're out alone, be careful when you go out..."

the man rambled on the phone, completely oblivious to Zhang Wei's predicament.

The metal block tightened further, Zhang Wei gripping the phone with one hand while futilely pushing against the metal block pressed against her stomach with the other.

By the time the man finally finished rambling, the distance between the two metal blocks was beyond what most people could bear.

"Xiao Wei, are you listening?" he asked.

"Yes... ugh..." Zhang Wei had kept her mouth closed, but now that she opened it, undigested food gushed out, which she quickly wiped away.

"I still feel something's wrong with you. Are you hiding something from me?" the man asked.

At this point, the distance between the two metal blocks was only ten centimeters, and Zhang Wei's stomach was squeezed extremely flat.

"No... wait a minute..." Zhang Wei finished speaking and covered the phone's receiver with her hand, vomiting a mouthful of food from her stomach with a "goo".

"Ugh... ugh..." she cried out in pain, and urine was already flowing down her slender legs.

I continued to shake her, causing Zhang Wei's upper and lower body to lean forward, making it seem as if her waist was about to break.

Zhang Wei pushed the metal blocks forcefully, trying to relieve her pain, but she couldn't stop them from moving closer to the center.

Zhang Wei reluctantly put her phone back to her ear when suddenly, with a "plop," a large clump of feces gushed out of her anus.

"Xiao Wei, what are you doing? What was that sound?" the man asked, wondering what he would think if he knew the sound was his wife's feces being squeezed out of her rectum.

Zhang Wei couldn't answer; her hand had dropped the phone, and it fell to the ground, knocking out the battery.

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Wei screamed in agony, only centimeters separating the two metal blocks.

With another "plop," Zhang Wei vomited, spraying several meters away. Her eyeballs bulged out, her mouth gaped as she gasped for breath, her upper body completely slumped against the metal block, deforming her two full breasts.

Then, more feces overflowed from her anus and fell to the ground.

I saw a clump of bright yellow, sticky substance inside, which looked like some tissue or fat being squeezed out of her abdomen.

I knew I couldn't continue. If I pushed any further, her internal organs would spill out of her anus and mouth, and then no one could save her.

So I flipped a switch, releasing the control of the two metal blocks. The metal block in front of Zhang Wei's stomach immediately bounced far away under the pressure of her abdominal cavity.

At the same time, Zhang Wei's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Over the past two months, I've noticed that Zhang Wei's recovery ability is rapidly increasing. Her sexy, seemingly fragile body seems capable of withstanding any form of torture. After another near-death experience, Zhang Wei recovered as usual in no time.

So on this day, I started taking her and other girls to play a new game—Russian Roulette.

In the game room, I held a huge revolver in my hand and said in a loud voice, "Of all the gambling games in human history, Russian roulette is the cruelest. The only wager is life!

The normal way to play is with a revolver loaded with only one bullet. Each player takes turns shooting themselves in the head. No one knows if they fired a blank or a bullet. After one round, someone will die."

I raised the gun and continued, "But my way of playing is slightly different. This is a specially made sixteen-round revolver. Because Liu Xiaomeng and Li Meijuan are already dead, it's loaded with fifteen rubber bullets and one explosive." "Do you know what a 'bomb' is? It's a bullet that explodes after entering a person's body, causing significant damage to internal organs. Now, you will take turns shooting yourself with this gun. You can choose your own location, but it must be the body, not the head or limbs. You can even insert it into the vagina if you wish.

You've all seen what happens when someone is hit by a rubber bullet. The person hit by a live bullet is the loser of this gamble. I don't need to punish her anymore; she's undoubtedly dead. The game will automatically end if anyone is hit by a live bullet during this process. Alright, pray now, the gamble begins." I finished speaking and handed the gun to the first girl.

That was Liu Jian. She took the gun and immediately pressed the muzzle against her navel.

Liu Jian was the most loyal of all the girls to me. She had completely come to see herself as my slave, believing that winning my favor was her sole purpose in life. She knew that what I most wanted to see was a girl's navel hit—

whether by a rubber bullet or a live bullet.

With a "bang," the gun fired.

Liu Jian's petite body was jolted back several steps by the powerful recoil, leaning against the wall. Her eyes bulged slightly, her hands clutching her navel, panting heavily. The pistol had fallen to the ground.

Next was Shao Yu, already terrified by the rubber bullets. Trembling, she picked up the gun from the ground and pointed it at her own throat, seemingly thinking that if it were a real bullet, she could die quickly.

However, her sister Shao Wen stopped her: "Shao Yu, don't shoot at your throat! The throat is too fragile. Even if you're hit by a rubber bullet, you'll die! The game has only just begun; your chances of survival are high!"

Shao Yu hesitated for a moment, then finally pointed the gun at her right rib.

This stupid woman, she actually thought that hard ribs could withstand the damage of rubber bullets.

With a gunshot, one of Shao Yu's ribs splintered, clearly broken.

She staggered a few steps, leaned against the wall, and suddenly coughed violently, coughing up a large amount of blood.

Clearly, a broken rib had pierced the girl's lung.

Her older sister, Shao Wen, saw this and painfully closed her eyes.

Soon, Shao Yu's body collapsed to the ground with a thud. She continued coughing incessantly, each cough spurting a large amount of blood from her mouth.

She was truly a complete idiot.

"Now you know, right? Actually, aiming for the stomach is the best choice; the bullet will have a buffer. This doesn't count; the real bullet hasn't appeared yet, the game continues," I said.

Next was her older sister, Shao Wen, who obediently pointed the gun at her abdomen and fired a rubber bullet.

Then it was Li Yuan… then… after more than a dozen girls had all been taken, that damned bullet still hadn't appeared. Finally, the pistol was passed to Zhang Wei; she was the last one.

Undoubtedly, she was the loser of the gamble. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the gun.

I was also inexplicably furious. Why her?

Zhang Wei pressed the gun against her stomach, turned to me, and whispered, "You won't die immediately if your stomach is hit, will you? After I shoot, do what you promised me, cut open my stomach, okay?"

I nodded. Actually, if she asked to stop the game now, I might have agreed, but she didn't. She never considered herself special.

A "bang" rang out.

Zhang Wei collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach and coughing slightly. "It hurts so much... I never imagined... it would feel like this..."

she said, removing her hands to check her wounds. To everyone's surprise, there were no wounds on her stomach.

Zhang Wei paused, then asked me, "Is this another joke you're playing on us?"

I shook my head. "I definitely put a real bullet in there, no mistake." But where did that bullet go?

I scanned everyone. Some were still clutching their stomachs, while others had recovered from the pain. Clearly, none of them had suffered fatal injuries. Finally, my gaze fell on Liu Jianshen, the first to fire.

Liu Jian's body convulsed uncontrollably, her hands still pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, blood flowing from between her fingers and the corner of her mouth. Because she was wearing a bright red bodysuit, which concealed the color of the blood, I hadn't noticed these details at all. It turned out that when she fired the first shot, the bullet had already entered her abdomen.

Liu Jian realized that I understood everything. She could no longer hold on, her legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground with a thud, one hand covering her abdomen, the other supporting her weight to keep herself from collapsing.

I walked up to Liu Jian and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Liu Jian said with difficulty, "I... after I fired, I knew... I had been hit. I didn't expect the first shot... to be real... But... the game has only just begun... if we stop... you won't be happy... so... so... I can't die yet..." As she spoke, a large amount of blood dripped from her mouth onto the ground.

I finally understood; she had endured until now so that I could have fun. If I were an ordinary man, I would have already hugged her and cried, but unfortunately, I wasn't.

"I'm glad you did this," I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. "Now the game is over, you can die."

"Uh... uh..." Liu Jian groaned twice, then collapsed to the ground with a "thud," motionless.

I saw a large white mass on her lower back, which was covered by her red bodysuit. Zhang Wei cried out, "Intestines!"

Yes, it was Liu Jian's small intestine. It turned out her small intestine had been shot out from behind.

This was the power of an explosive; the bullet hole wasn't large when it entered the body, but the explosion upon exiting caused a huge blast, expelling the girl's intestines.

Considering all this, it was a miracle that the petite and frail Liu Jian had managed to hold on until now with her intestines spilling out from her lower back. The reason she had been leaning against the wall was probably to prevent her intestines from spilling onto the ground and being noticed.

The girls escaped death and went home. Only Zhang Wei squatted beside Liu Jian's body, carefully cradling her small intestines in her hands, examining them intently with a look of fascination.

"Stop looking," I said.

Zhang Wei seemed not to hear me, murmuring, "It's really sexy... I wonder if my intestines are like that..."

I smiled, "Your belly is so full, your intestines must be thick and fat."

"I don't believe it, I want to see. I really want to see," Zhang Wei said earnestly.

VII. Imperial Gladiator

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye. And three months is the deadline I set for myself to kill all the girls.

Before that, we played another game of Russian roulette, but this time not with guns, but with poison.

The remaining fifteen girls swallowed the fifteen capsules.

Incidentally, Shao Yu didn't die; the regenerative capacity of human alveoli is quite strong.

Only one of the fifteen capsules was poisonous, highly toxic. So, in the end, Shao Yu still died; her luck was truly terrible.

When the poison took effect, Shao Yu writhed in agony on the ground, clutching her stomach and screaming pitifully. The scene was incredibly sensual.

Her older sister, Shao Wen, with tears streaming down her face, tried to help her by clutching her stomach, but it was to no avail.

Shao Yu writhed for a full half hour before finally dying, spitting out a mouthful of black blood that covered Shao Wen's face.

From then on, I noticed that Shao Wen's gaze towards me was filled with a deep-seated hatred. If looks could turn into knives, I would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Now I only have fourteen girls left, and that's the even number I wanted, so I began the first step of my slaughter plan… the Women's Gladiator Tournament.

I prepared all sorts of armor for my girls. Actually, the so-called armor was just to increase the fun of the game; all the armor exposed the girls' breasts, abdomens, and genitals—their vital parts—making them almost indistinguishable from naked.

But undeniably, my girls looked stunningly beautiful in their armor, each one exuding a heroic aura, seemingly transforming into valiant female warriors in an instant. Fourteen girls formed a sexy beauty brigade.

Zhang Wei, in particular, chose the sexiest armor. Although the breastplate almost completely covered her breasts, it revealed her two sexy nipples. From her breasts down to her lower abdomen, there was no protection, exposing her full, soft belly.

Her lower body was covered by a thong-shaped leather belt, like thong underwear. The horizontal strip wrapped around her sexy waist, while the vertical strip tightly cut into her buttocks, extending forward and digging into her vagina, separating her two thick labia, and connecting with the horizontal belt across her full lower abdomen.

The girls all used barbed short swords as weapons, so that when a sword pierced into the abdomen and was pulled out, it could easily pull out the opponent's intestines.

There's only one rule in the competition: kill your opponent, or be killed by your opponent.

This means half of the fourteen will die in this fight, and perhaps more, as the possibility of mutual destruction cannot be ruled out.

To prevent the armed girls from collectively rebelling, I specifically brought a miniature submachine gun.

Before the competition began, I gave my usual speech to show off my extensive knowledge: "In ancient Rome, gladiatorial combat was the most popular form of entertainment among the citizens, and the ancient Roman Colosseum is now a World Heritage Site. But few people know that in addition to male gladiatorial combat, ancient Rome also had female gladiators.

They were fully armored, armed, and fought each other, just like the men. Even more extreme, female gladiators would fight wild beasts, including lions and bison. Sulla, one of the highest rulers of ancient Rome, particularly enjoyed watching the tender flesh of women being torn apart by wild beasts. Here, I am also your highest ruler. Female gladiators, begin your performance!"

The first to enter the arena were Shao Wen and a girl named Cai Chen.

After her sister's death, Shao Wen seemed like a completely different person; even I hadn't expected her to be so ferocious.

Cai Chen seemed still unaccustomed to this brutal killing. She stood awkwardly in the center of the basement hall, sword in hand, somewhat helpless, still contemplating whether she should attack her sister whom she had spent every day with.

At that moment, Shao Wen, like a ferocious beast, rushed towards Cai Chen in a few steps, and with a "swoosh," plunged her short sword into her stomach, immediately pulling it out.

When the sword was pulled out, more than three feet of Cai Chen's intestines were still hanging from the blade.

Cai Chen's eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at her exposed intestines. Her cherry-like mouth gaped into an exaggerated "O" shape. She seemed unable to believe that her sister would kill her so cruelly, unable to believe that her abdomen had been ripped open and her intestines spilling out in an instant. She didn't even think to cover her abdominal wound with her hand.

By the time she came to her senses and weakly raised her short sword to retaliate, Shao Wen had already plunged several more swords into the girl's abdomen with a "thud," and then pulled them out.

The small intestines that had spilled out of Cai Chen's abdomen hung limply on the ground, coiled up, and then the large intestine also spilled out.

The girl's short sword fell to the ground, and she knelt down with a thud, collapsing to the ground. A large amount of intestines piled up in front of her corpse.

In the ensuing match, the girls seemed to have taken Shao Wen as their role model, beginning a bloody and unrestrained fight.

I saw one girl have her neck slashed across by her opponent's sword, her trachea pulled out.

Another girl, with her intestines spilling out and already collapsed, thrust her final sword into her opponent's vagina from below, exiting through her lower back.

Another girl, her short sword slipping from her grasp, recklessly lunged forward and grabbed her opponent's throat. The opponent, now in her clutches, frantically stabbed her more than a dozen times in the soft abdomen. She finally collapsed, but her opponent's throat was crushed, and he died coughing up blood.

The scene before me was truly unexpected. I never imagined that these beautiful, seemingly frail girls could be so ruthless and cruel in their struggle for survival. By the time Zhang Wei and Li Yuan finally entered the fray, the basement hall was a scene of carnage, the girls' blood and entrails making the floor slippery and sticky.

The final showdown between Zhang Wei and Li Yuan had finally begun.

From the outset, Li Yuan launched a frenzied attack. She was a very thin girl with dark skin, known to others as the Black Peony.

But unlike Li Meijuan, although thin, she was quite muscular, and her agile movements revealed the muscles in her arms and abdomen.

In comparison, Zhang Wei was at a complete disadvantage. She either parried or dodged with her short sword, forced to retreat repeatedly by Li Yuan.

Finally, Li Yuan found an opening and, with all her might, thrust her sword towards Zhang Wei's heart. The strike was so swift that Zhang Wei had no time to dodge. I was prepared for her to be stabbed, and I thought that once the short sword pierced Zhang Wei's stomach, I would yell at Li Yuan not to pull it out. As long as her internal organs weren't pulled out, she could live a little longer, and I would keep my promise and disembowel her.

But a miracle occurred; things didn't unfold as I had imagined.

Just as the sword was about to touch her abdominal skin, Zhang Wei's body suddenly seemed boneless, arching backward like a folding knife, her hands bracing the ground, the back of her head almost touching her heels.

Li Yuan's sword missed its mark, grazing Zhang Wei's stomach.

That's contortion!

I recognized the technique Zhang Wei used.

Jiu-Jitsu is a sport that trains physical flexibility. It can be used for daily fitness or as a martial art for combat.

I had never realized Zhang Wei knew Jiu-Jitsu. How could she endure having her full abdomen constricted by chains for over a month? How could she withstand the excessive tightening of leather straps? How could her abdomen be squeezed to only a few centimeters thick by iron blocks? All of this was the result of Jiu-Jitsu training.

At this moment, Zhang Wei's body, which had been bent backward, had returned to its starting position, and the short sword in her hand was pressed against Li Yuan's abdomen.

"Good! Stab her to death! Zhang Wei, stab her to death!" I shouted.

Zhang Wei shook her head, dropped the short sword, and walked towards me: "I don't want to kill anyone. If you insist that one of us die, then kill me."

Before I could answer, I suddenly saw Li Yuan behind Zhang Wei, already lunging at her with the short sword raised. This girl seemed to have lost her mind and was blinded by rage. She didn't even realize that Zhang Wei was pleading for her.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" My submachine gun spat out three flames, followed by three sounds of bullets piercing flesh. Three bullets struck Li Yuan's lower left abdomen in quick succession, creating three large bullet holes, each the size of a one-yuan coin, in the area from her lower left navel to her left groin. The bullets exited from her lower back, and a puff of misty blood spurted out.

Li Yuan's body paused. She looked down at the wounds on her abdomen, then glared at me with hatred. Suddenly, she shouted and charged at me, sword raised, past Zhang Wei.

Just as she was about to reach me, I fired two more bursts.

Both bullets struck the girl's right breast. The impact splattered pale yellow tissue from the wound, spraying my face.

At that moment, Li Yuan's left kidney, small intestine, and right lung were severely damaged. Her eyes wide, she staggered a few steps to me, her body going limp as she collapsed onto me, her upper abdomen blocking the muzzle of my gun.

How brave! I thought, involuntarily pulling the trigger. With five "rat-a-tat" sounds, I clearly saw five bloody holes burst open in Li Yuan's lower back and back, each the size of a ping-pong ball, fragments of internal organs and tissue spurting high with the blood mist.

Li Yuan's body was thrown backward by the impact of the bullets, as if replaying her previous movements. I then saw her face; her left abdomen and stomach were stained red, a section of her small intestine protruding from the wound and hanging from her left leg, with sticky tissue oozing out.

This slender girl was surprisingly strong; her trembling right hand could still lift a short sword. She threw it at me, but she had no strength left, and the sword fell to the ground a few steps away.

I fired two more shots, both hitting her between her breasts. I could clearly hear the "thud" of the bullets breaking her sternum. Li Yuan staggered backward, her back against the wall, but she didn't fall.

She clutched her chest, breathing labored like a bellows, each breath gushing blood from her mouth and trachea; her lungs were completely shattered by the bullet.

I lowered my gun and watched Li Yuan, who was nearing her end, cough up five mouthfuls of blood before collapsing against the wall.

I was certain she was dead before she even fully collapsed.

The women's gladiatorial contest was finally over. The basement hall was a scene of carnage, rivers of blood, and a riot of colorful, discolored internal organs and tissues spilled from the girls' bodies. Apart from Li Yuan, everyone else was killed by their former comrades. The survivors, like me, had their hands stained with blood.

Including Shao Wen and Zhang Wei, there were a total of five girls alive.

No one knew what the final fate of these five girls would be, not even me.

VIII. The Final Splendor

Around three in the morning, Zhang Wei and I were awakened by a burst of gunfire.

We were both asleep when we suddenly heard gunfire erupting throughout the villa. My first thought was—

we were surrounded by the police!

Without even putting on my clothes, I grabbed my gun and rushed out of the bedroom, heading straight for the monitoring room.

Entering the control room, I turned on the screen monitoring the villa's front hall, only to find it completely empty; there were no intruders.

It was then that I gradually realized the gunshots were coming from the basement, and I finally understood what had happened.

When I turned on the screen monitoring the basement hall, Zhang Wei had already followed me in, and we both saw the scene on the screen.

At the bottom of the screen, a ball of fire was still spewing bullets, and the other four girls, already riddled with bullets, were writhing like dancers driven by the bullets.

I quickly pressed a switch on the control panel, and the fire stopped.

I had no time to deal with Zhang Wei and quickly checked the surveillance footage before 3 a.m. Sure enough, as I'd suspected, Shao Wen had somehow broken the cell's electronic lock, releasing the other three.

They were confident they could escape smoothly, but they hadn't expected me to be alone against eighteen girls. Naturally, I wouldn't be unprepared.

Therefore, I'd installed machine guns near the surveillance cameras in the main areas of the villa, the gun barrels concealed in the walls with the muzzles protruding. If any electronic lock in the villa was broken, the machine guns would be activated, turning the surveillance cameras into aiming devices for the machine guns. As soon as someone appeared within the camera's field of view, the machine guns would fire, and they wouldn't stop until the bullets were exhausted, unless I switched off the firing switch.

I finally understand why Shao Wen killed her opponent so cleanly and efficiently during the gladiatorial match. Since her sister's death, she had already planned her escape, making her will to survive stronger than anyone else's.

"Follow me," I said to Zhang Wei, grabbing my gun and rushing towards the basement.

When we arrived at the basement hall, we found that besides Shao Wen, the other three girls were already dead.

One of them had died even more tragically than Li Yuan; she lay on the ground, her right waist almost completely gone, leaving a huge, arc-shaped gash in her body, her intestines scattered everywhere, and her white lumbar vertebrae exposed.

Fortunately, Shao Wen didn't die. She was only shot twice in the right leg. It seems she reacted very quickly; as soon as she noticed the machine gun firing, she immediately leaped backward, managing to retreat to a safe area out of the surveillance camera's line of sight.

Unfortunately, everything she did only made her death more tragic.

At this moment, when Shao Wen saw me enter, a hint of fear immediately flashed in her hateful eyes. She knew what kind of person I was, or rather, I wasn't even human. She feared her impending fate and wanted to escape from me, at least in her mind, the farther away the better.

But she couldn't stand up anymore; her right leg was probably broken. So she could only drag her injured leg, using her other leg to push off the ground, moving her body with difficulty, slowly retreating.

I wasn't in a hurry to kill her. I was simply like a cat playing with a mouse, slowly approaching her as she retreated.

I knew that fear fundamentally stems from the unknown. She didn't know what I would do to her next, and that was what terrified her most.

It was like raising my fist to punch a girl in the stomach; the moment before my fist landed was her most fearful moment, but once my fist was deeply embedded in her abdomen, all she felt was pain and agony, and her fear vanished as the unknown became known.

Shao Wen breathed heavily, staring at me nervously. I saw her entire body trembling with tension. She slowly retreated to the wall, finding herself with nowhere left to go.

I continued to slowly approach, soon reaching her.

I hated this girl who dared to challenge my authority. Her audacity and recklessness had resulted in the destruction of three of my toys. I felt like a child whose beloved toys had been broken; a flame of irrationality burned within me, rising little by little.

When Shao Wen realized she had nowhere to retreat, and that I, the devil in her eyes, stood tall before her, her entire being was shrouded in the shadow of death. This chilling, bone-chilling despair ironically caused her to abandon her fear, forcing her to confront the reality before her.

This is the principle of "fighting with one's back to the river" and "burning one's boats." When a person is in a completely desperate situation, they are able to face reality calmly.

So Shao Wen roared at me in a hoarse voice, "You pervert! You devil!! Just kill me! Although I couldn't escape your clutches, at least I tried! Come on, you pervert, if you have the guts, just kill me! Give me a quick death!" I

shook my head regretfully, making a "tsk tsk" sound. I knew Shao Wen was using reverse psychology on me. She hoped to fuel my anger with these words so that I would lose my mind and kill her in one fell swoop, so that she would not suffer any more pain.

But she really didn't understand me. If reverse psychology could extinguish the light of reason in my mind, I would have been dead countless times already.

However, I am a kind person, sometimes even moved by my own kindness. So I said to Shao Wen, "Alright, since you want a quick death, I'll grant your wish. This is your own request, and I've done more than enough. Don't regret it." With that, I turned and went into a game room. When I came out, I was carrying a hammer.

This time, not only Shao Wen, but even Zhang Wei showed fear in her eyes, because what I held wasn't an ordinary hammer, but a huge, half-ton iron hammer.

Shao Wen started trembling again. This was a different kind of fear, completely different from the fear I instilled in her and the fear I instilled in her along with this hammer.

It was like when someone runs their fingers along the sharp blade of a knife, they involuntarily imagine the pain of it cutting their skin. Shao Wen was the same; she was probably thinking about what it would feel like when this heavy hammer smashed into her stomach. That feeling would probably be even more uncomfortable than being hit by a bullet.

"You...you..." Shao Wen gritted her teeth, but didn't know what to say. In her heart, cursing me with any of the most vicious words in the world seemed too lenient, so she was speechless.

Without a word, I swung the hammer with all my might.

With a whoosh, the hammer whistled past Shao Wen's stomach. In that instant, her body jerked violently, like a reflex in an invertebrate.

However, my hammer didn't harm her. The second time I swung, the hammer seemed to be aimed directly at her, but it still only grazed her stomach.

When I swung the hammer a third time, Shao Wen's mind completely collapsed. She screamed frantically, "Kill me! Kill me in the stomach! Kill me!!! Kill me…"
She didn't finish her sentence, because I had intended to hit her stomach this third time anyway. The hard iron hammer struck the soft flesh with a dull thud.

I felt the subtle, substantial vibration of the hammer hitting her stomach.

With a "plop," a large mixture of yellowish soft tissue, feces, small intestine, large intestine, and a ruptured bladder gushed out from between the girl's legs, spraying across the floor with a "whoosh whoosh" sound, some even splashing onto the opposite wall, far away from her.

On her upper body, the veins on her two pale breasts bulged like blue veins, half of her left eyeball protruded from its socket, and blood spurted from her nostrils with a "whoosh" as it hit the hammer. A small amount of yellowish soft tissue, its contents unknown, oozed from her ears.

Her mouth opened wide involuntarily, and a pinkish-white mass churned out—her stomach.

By the time I removed the hammer, the girl was dead. Judging from the force of the blood gushing from her nostrils, her heart had been shattered by the immense pressure of the blood when the hammer struck.

At this moment, the girl's abdomen slumped down like a crushed tomato, its shape grotesque. Her groin had been torn apart by the force of the gushing internal organs, making it seem as if her upper body had suddenly shortened and her legs had lengthened.

A large amount of blood, seeping from somewhere, pooled into a blood-filled pit three times the size of the girl, enveloping her body.

I threw the hammer on the ground, slowly sat down on the massive hammerhead, and looked around at the four girls dead in the hall, suddenly feeling an unprecedented exhaustion.

Zhang Wei walked to my side, gently rubbing her plump belly against my shoulder, seemingly offering silent comfort.

Suddenly, a voice blared through a loudspeaker: "Listen up, you're surrounded! Release the hostages immediately! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Zhang Wei and I were both jolted. I quickly pulled out the remote and activated the surveillance system outside the villa. Through the screen in the basement hall, I saw that my villa was surrounded by over a hundred police cars, countless heavily armed police officers, including armed police in camouflage uniforms with submachine guns, completely blocking my way. Hundreds of dark gun barrels were pointed at the villa's entrance. The

remote fell to the ground, and I involuntarily turned to look at Shao Wen's mangled body.

Of course I knew she didn't call the police; she wasn't capable of that. But the loud gunfire from the villa must have alerted the neighbors, and they must have called the police.

Months ago, Beijing police had already begun investigating the serial disappearances of teenage girls as their top priority.

Now, they've certainly confirmed that the murderer who lured and killed the girls is the owner of this villa.

All thanks to Shao Wen! I should have smashed it a few more times, smashed it to pieces!

I lowered my head, a sense of disillusionment rising within me. I hadn't expected to end up like this while carrying out the first phase of the plan; I was truly unwilling to accept it.

"You should leave," I said to Zhang Wei in a low voice.

"You want me to leave?" Zhang Wei was incredibly surprised.

"Actually, I haven't wanted to kill you for a long time," I said. "You can leave and go back to your old life. Just treat the past three months as a nightmare."

"And what about you?" Zhang Wei asked, "What will you do?"

"I've got it easy," I laughed. "Go to another world and kill those seventeen girls again. Even as ghosts, I won't let them go."

Zhang Wei shook her head, laughing sadly. "Do you think I can go back to my old life after I walk out of here? This might be the biggest serial sexual abuse and murder case since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The media will report on it like crazy. Every day, reporters will be waiting outside my door, constantly asking me about my experience of being abused, about my feelings after seeing others being killed, asking me to describe how you abused me, asking me to describe what kind of person you are. Then they'll write articles to bask in the public's attention. You and I will both become the subject of gossip. I will be seen as an oddball by everyone. Do you think I could possibly survive under such circumstances?"

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

Zhang Wei looked at me, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

"No. I don't want to kill you," I said.

"Really not?" Zhang Wei walked around to face me, deliberately thrusting out her full breasts and twisting her sexy belly.

"Don't you want to see my intestines? Don't you want to see what's inside this sexy belly?"

I took a deep breath, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly stood up, picked up Zhang Wei, and went into the game room.

This game room had never been used before; it was the place I originally planned to kill the last few girls, but now it served only Zhang Wei.

There was an autopsy table in the room, as well as various dissection tools.

The police wouldn't find this basement for a while; I still had plenty of time to play this final game with Zhang Wei.

I placed Zhang Wei on the dissection table. The iron chain was still tightly bound to her stomach. Her slender waist and soft abdomen, her protruding stomach and lower abdomen, were exquisitely curved. I could no longer suppress my desire to cut open this beautiful belly.

I took all the tools from the side and displayed them in front of Zhang Wei: "How do you want to start?" I asked.

This was the first time I had voluntarily relinquished control in the game, letting the other person choose.

"Use this..." she pointed to one of the screwdrivers, "to stick it into my bulging stomach, I like it here."

I nodded, picked up the screwdriver, and pressed it against her stomach cavity, slowly applying pressure. The skin pressed against the screwdriver immediately sank in, forming a deep pit.

Zhang Wei gasped, "Oh... harder... harder..."

I continued to thrust, the resistance the screwdriver encountered increasing, and her stomach sank deeper and deeper.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei cried out, "It hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable... hurry... hurry and push it in... push it into my stomach..."

At this point, the screwdriver could no longer move forward with the force I had just used, so I increased the force.

"Ah! Ah!" Zhang Wei cried out, whether from pain or excitement, I didn't know. Then, with a "plop," her sunken stomach suddenly returned to its original position, the skin on her abdomen completely enveloping the screwdriver blade—the screwdriver had been thrust into Zhang Wei's stomach.

"Ugh!... Plop..." Zhang Wei's upper body arched upwards twice, and a little blood foam spurted from her mouth. At the same time, a trickle of blood flowed down her ribs onto the dissection table.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Cool...it feels like...like an ice pop piercing my stomach...it doesn't hurt much..."

Zhang Wei gasped, speaking haltingly. As she spoke, a streak of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

I gripped the screwdriver handle and yanked it twice.

"Ugh! Ah!! Gag..." Zhang Wei's fair body writhed on the dissection table, her hands gripping the sheets until they were wrinkled.

With a sharp "shh," I pulled the screwdriver out of her abdomen, leaving a small hole in her stomach. Then, I removed the chains from her waist, and a thin stream of blood gushed from her stomach, quickly turning into a flow of blood.

Zhang Wei involuntarily clutched her stomach, panting for a long time before finally saying, "Okay... now cut open my stomach... let me see... my intestines..." She then placed her hands back on either side of her body.

"It will hurt a lot," I said.

"Don't worry, I can bear it," Zhang Wei said, gritting her teeth.

I took a scalpel from the tool tray and inserted the tip into the wound in Zhang Wei's stomach.

Zhang Wei grunted, her body shifting slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly again.

I slowly pulled the scalpel downwards. Zhang Wei's body began to break out in a cold sweat. The fat layer on her upper abdomen quickly flipped open, revealing granular fatty tissue and the underlying fascia.

As the incision lengthened, the elastic tissue parted to both sides, finally exposing Zhang Wei's stomach.

Like Shao Wen's, her stomach was pinkish-white, soaked in sticky tissue fluid. The small hole made by the screwdriver was barely visible, and the bleeding was minimal.

Zhang Wei's body was soaked in cold sweat, a strand of hair clinging to her forehead, a poignant sight, yet she was strong, clenching her teeth, and uttering not a single groan.

When the scalpel moved to Zhang Wei's navel, the skin on her abdomen was severely torn open, revealing a thick, yellow section of her large intestine protruding from the wound, hanging down to her slender waist.

Zhang Wei felt something flowing out of her stomach and asked weakly, "Is... my intestine coming out?"

I nodded.

Zhang Wei stared at the ceiling and murmured, "Oh... intestine... my intestine... my intestine is finally coming out..." As she spoke, she reached out and stroked her large intestine.

"So thick... really thicker than Liu Jian's..." Her face turned red.

My scalpel continued downwards, cutting all the way to Zhang Wei's pubic bone. As the muscles of her plump lower abdomen flipped open, the white intestines coiled inside immediately gurgled and gushed out, piling up on her lower abdomen and genitals.

"Ah! Her intestines are coming out! Quick... quick, help me up so I can see!"

I put my arm around the back of Zhang Wei's neck and lifted her upper body at a 45-degree angle. As the abdominal pressure increased, even more intestines flowed out of the tear.

Zhang Wei cupped her bloodied small intestine in her hands, her face filled with confusion: "Look... my intestines... my internal organs... these are the internal organs in my stomach..."

She looked at me: "Sexy?"

"Sexy," I said, "It's the sexiest thing on a woman's body."

Zhang Wei's gaze was suddenly drawn to a semi-transparent, bubble-like organ in her lower abdomen, and she asked, "Look, what's that?"

"That's your bladder," I said.

At this moment, Zhang Wei saw her liver exposed due to the loss of the small intestine's cover, and excitedly said, "I've been disemboweled, my liver is exposed... it hurts so much..."

"Do you want me to punch your stomach again now?" My eyes also held a crazy look.

Zhang Wei stared at me with wide, beautiful eyes: "Open it now? Will I die?"

I shrugged: "How will you know if you don't try?"

But when I raised my fist, I realized I didn't know where to begin with her exposed stomach. So I reached into her cut-open abdomen.

"Ouch..." Zhang Wei had probably never experienced such a strange sensation before; she cried out.

My hand grasped Zhang Wei's stomach—warm, soft, and covered in mucus.

"Oh...oh..." She breathed deeply, seemingly enjoying it.

Suddenly, I squeezed hard, crushing her stomach completely.

"Ugh!...Gag..."

Zhang Wei's body convulsed violently, vomiting a large amount of gastric juice and undigested food.

I rhythmically squeezed her stomach, and Zhang Wei looked to be in great pain. She supported herself on the dissection table with one elbow, her upper body slightly tilted to the ground. "Ugh... ugh..." she vomited in gushing vomit, with blood clots mixed in with the vomit.

Because her body was slightly tilted, a large amount of her small intestine flowed onto the dissection table.

I finally released my grip and withdrew my hand. Zhang Wei's body collapsed weakly onto the bed, as if paralyzed, gasping for breath, blood foaming from the corner of her mouth. It seemed that after such torture, she was near death.

Her stomach was still wide open, her colorful internal organs spilling out everywhere.

Just then, a loud "bang" rang out, and the basement entrance door was kicked open, followed by a series of chaotic footsteps. A man shouted, "We know you're here! Come out and surrender!"

Zhang Wei and I were both startled; we hadn't expected the police to find the basement and break in so quickly. Fortunately, they didn't know which room we were in. We looked at each other, and Zhang Wei seemed to have temporarily forgotten her pain, asking, "What should we do?"

I picked up the gun and said in a deep voice, "I'll go out and kill as many as I can. After I die, have them take you to the hospital immediately; maybe

you can still be saved." With that, I was about to rush out the door. "No!" Zhang Wei said with difficulty, "I...I'm about to die...I can't be saved...But I'm not dead yet. I can...be your last hostage. Take me and leave this place."

"But you..." I looked at Zhang Wei's internal organs, which were soaked in her urine.

Zhang Wei seemed much calmer than me at this moment, asking, "Do you have any morphine?"

I nodded.

"Give me an injection, so I can walk around for a while, and then..." She weakly pointed to a large roll of gauze in the tool tray, but she no longer had the strength to speak, breathing heavily.

But I understood what Zhang Wei meant. I injected her with morphine, then scooped up the spilled internal organs and haphazardly stuffed them back into her stomach. I really hadn't expected that these things were so sticky, slippery, and soft; it was easy for them to come out, but so difficult to push them back in. And this process caused Zhang Wei so much pain. Despite the morphine injection, cold sweat still streamed down her slender neck like water.

Finally, the internal organs were almost completely inserted. I wrapped a long piece of gauze around Zhang Wei's waist, round and round, until it covered her entire abdomen, and then tied a tight knot.
Although the gauze was thick, the part covering the wound was quickly soaked with Zhang Wei's blood.

"Help me up," Zhang Wei said.

I helped her off the bed and to her feet. Now, her waist, wrapped in gauze, looked perfectly intact; the gauze actually accentuated her curves, making them even more alluring. More importantly, her breasts and genitals were exposed.

Just as we finished doing all this, the door to the game room was kicked open, and several armed police officers burst in.

I immediately hid behind Zhang Wei, pointing my pistol at her temple: "Don't make any sudden moves, I have a hostage here."

The policemen were all shocked. I saw that some of them had bulges between their legs. These filthy things, seeing Zhang Wei like this, they still felt lust.
I didn't argue with the police, and just half-supported, half-carried Zhang Wei out of the basement.

When we walked out of the villa, there were flashing police lights all around, a large number of police cars, and countless fully armed policemen.

I felt Zhang Wei's body temperature getting lower and lower against me, and she was convulsing rhythmically. That was her breathing; she was already gasping for breath. Although her abdomen was wrapped in gauze, it was still open inside.

As Zhang Wei was descending the steps, her legs suddenly gave way, and she nearly fell. Then I heard all the police officers gasp in surprise.

It turned out that a section of Zhang Wei's small intestine had protruded from the gauze, hanging precariously in front of her genitals and swaying incessantly.

"How are you?" I asked with concern. "Why don't you let them take me away? I can take you to the hospital."

"No..." Zhang Wei's voice was very weak: "I can't hold on much longer... Get in the car..."

Just like that, I took Zhang Wei, dragging her intestines, to my BMW. I opened the car door, and Zhang Wei fell in. With her last bit of strength, she moved her body to the passenger seat, covering her abdomen with her hands, which was already soaked with blood. She gasped for breath, and a section of her small intestine was protruding from the gauze, lying between her legs on the car seat.

I got into the car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas. The car shot off like an arrow.

Soon, we were driving on an empty suburban highway. I had stopped once before to change my license plate.

"There's a private hospital fifty kilometers ahead. I'll take you there right away. You have to hold on, you can't die, understand?" I said as I drove.

"Ugh..."

Zhang Wei uttered a muffled sound with her eyes closed; she was no longer conscious.

I checked her pulse; her heart only beat every few seconds.

I drove like a madman, hitting a pedestrian on the road and running over him without hesitation.

We finally arrived at the hospital. I slammed on the brakes; the car spun twice before coming to a stop.

I turned to look at Zhang Wei and called out, "Zhang Wei..."

She didn't answer, her body motionless, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and below, urine dripping from the protruding section of her small intestine.

The girl had died sometime earlier.

I let out a mournful howl, smashed the windshield with my fist, and drove the car forward.

The strong wind howled into my car, blowing Zhang Wei's long, black hair, making her look like an eternal statue...

After saying this, I felt Zhang Wei's body tremble; she knew I was capable of anything.

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