The Little Girl on the Desert Island

"No way? They were stolen and eaten?" I stared at a huge rock. There should have been three or four dried fish on it, but now only a fishbone remained. "The island 　　's

dogs probably ate them," I could only manage a wry smile.

I had failed in business and was in debt, so I secretly took a boat to escape my creditors. On the way, I encountered a storm, but luckily, I survived and drifted to this deserted island. Most shipwrecks are rescued, but I was an illegal immigrant, so no one would know I was in trouble.

With no one to call for help, I had to find a way to survive in the wild on my own.

Fortunately, there was a small river on the island, solving my freshwater problem; otherwise, I would have died of thirst. I also found a cave on the island to shelter from the storm, and I used a homemade harpoon to fish, which allowed me to survive for a few weeks.

Originally, I preserved the leftover fish with homemade sea salt and buried it in the ground, but it was just too salty. Later, I considered drying the fish to preserve it, but that used up too much firewood. The easiest way was to dry it and store it as food, but unexpectedly, after just one fishing trip, all the fish were eaten by wild dogs.

Hungry, I dragged my tired body to gather some firewood and started a fire to roast today's catch. While eating, I thought about whether I should set a trap to catch one or two wild dogs. On the one hand, they could help with hunting after being tamed, or we could make fragrant meat.

Just as I was staring at a fish, preparing to throw the harpoon, I heard a sound.

"Clang, clang, clang..." That was the sound of hollow bamboo stalks colliding with the trap I'd set the day before.

I rushed back to the island, and upon closer inspection, I was shocked.

Where there should have been stray dogs, there was a little girl hanging upside down, completely naked.

"Woof...woof...woof..." she barked in terror. Her right ankle was bound with a rope, dangling in mid-air, while her left leg and arms flailed wildly.

"What's going on?" I muttered to myself. I remembered circling the island when I first arrived, seeing no one and no houses. Where did this little girl come from?

I stared at the little girl barking like a dog, puzzled. Her skin was dark and filthy, and her hair hung down like a rag because she was hanging upside down. Her hands and feet were so dirty and black they looked like charcoal; she was wilder than any wild child I had ever seen. Even stranger…

“Woof…woof woof woof woof…” Why was this little girl barking like a dog? Could it be…? Could she be one of those children raised by animals?

I’d heard of children raised by wolves who couldn’t speak and whose movements were like wolves. Looking closely, it really was.

I slowly lowered the rope, and the little girl finally descended to the ground. She rolled over and lay on all fours.

The little girl didn’t untie the rope from her feet; she lay on all fours facing me. “Woof woof woof woof…” she barked wildly.

“Woof…woof…” The nearby stray dogs barked along with the little girl’s barking. I was too scared to approach.

I thought, a dog is a dog after all; it only barks from a distance when it sees a person, too afraid to bite me.

The little girl, unable to run because her legs were bound, lifted her tied leg, swinging it as she tried to free herself from the rope, barking wildly at me.

"Really? So stupid you can't even untie yourself?"

Seeing I wasn't making any further moves, the little girl stopped barking and started biting the rope, trying to break it.

"Ugh...ugh..." she growled, the feeling of being restrained by the rope making her unhappy. She shook her head from side to side, biting and pulling hard at the rope wrapped around her ankle.

At this moment, I looked at her closely. Her messy black hair hung down on either side. Her thin back was clearly visible. Her buttocks were slightly thin, lacking the plumpness expected of a little girl. Her ribs were clearly visible, highlighting her thinness, and her breasts were completely undeveloped, with only two small nipples slightly protruding.

Although the little girl was malnourished and emaciated, fortunately, the smooth mons pubis between her legs still retained some flesh, and the slit on it still had a tender pink color.

"Ugh..." I swallowed. What's going on? Having been through thick and thin in hotels, and seen all kinds of women, why would I pay attention to the private parts of this dry, flat little girl?

Could it be that I've been pent up lately, like a sow is more beautiful than a mink? Making me extremely craving this kind of thing? So that's making me a perverted lolicon?

"Slap slap slap..." I slapped myself a few times. Only then did I calm down.

"Good girl!" I crouched down, making myself the same height as the little girl.

"Don't move, I'll untie you." As soon as I reached out, the little girl backed away in fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." I opened my arms and slowly approached her. As she saw me approaching, she kept backing away, finally stopping because the rope was restraining her.

Seeing that she couldn't back away, I reached out to grab her shoulder, but the little girl dodged away in the blink of an eye and escaped to my side.

What's going on? How can the little girl move so fast?

I thought to myself, this time I have to use force. I reached out, grabbing with my left hand and then with my right, but she escaped as nimbly as an eel. Finally, I managed to grab one of her hands.

I held her arm with my right hand, and she screamed in fear, twisting and turning, trying to break free.

Unexpectedly, she bit my arm. "Ouch..." I cried out in pain and quickly let go.

Blood slowly seeped from the bite mark on my arm. I was shocked and took a few steps back. "Why did you bite me? I was trying to help you get free!" Anger surged within me, and I resolved to teach this little girl a lesson.

With a heavy heart, I pulled hard on the rope binding her feet. She lost her balance and flipped over, and then, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I pinned her to the ground with my body.

"Waaah...waaah..." she writhed and struggled, suddenly pinned down. Her hands flailed, leaving scratches all over my body.

I endured the pain, grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, then untied the rope from her feet and tied her hands behind her back again.

The little girl could only kick her bare legs, growling and shaking her head, trying to bite me. "Woof...woof...woof..."

I watched her writhe and asked her various questions.

"Who are you?" "Woof woof..." "Where did you come from?"

"Woof woof..." " Are there other people here?" " Woof woof ..." No matter what I asked, she only barked like a dog. Unable to walk on two legs, she could only stand up because her hands were tied behind her back. But then she lost her balance and fell back down. Afraid she might get hurt, I reached out and steadied her. Her clumsy, swaying movements made me realize that despite her wild nature, she still possessed a cute, little girl charm. I thought to myself, having a little animal like this wouldn't be bad; at least she wouldn't be bored on the island. Having made up my mind, I took out some dried fish to use as bait and waved it in front of the little girl. Her eyes were fixed on the dried fish in my hand, and she stopped barking. "Hehe…you really can't resist the temptation of food," I smiled, bringing the dried fish close to her nose.

She looked at the dried fish, sniffed it, and then looked up at me. Her shoulders and hands, bound behind her back, twisted, but I held her tightly; there was no way she could break free.

Just then, the little girl's stomach rumbled. Perhaps she had used up too much energy, or perhaps the smell of the dried fish made her hungry. But she still didn't dare to bite, her eyes still staring at me in fear.

I had no choice but to put the dried fish on the ground and step back.

She must have been starving; I had only taken a few steps back when she turned her head, opened her mouth, and bit into the dried fish.

The way she wolfed it down made me laugh. After she finished, I waved another piece of dried fish in front of her. Having already tasted the dried fish, her craving for it was even stronger.

This time, she directly bit into the dried fish in my hand.

I took out everything edible I had, and tore the larger dried fish into small pieces with my teeth to feed her.

Because of the food, she no longer looked at me with hostility and just ate intently. It seemed she had been won over.

Her body was covered with bite marks of various sizes, presumably from fighting with the other dogs. Looking at her, I couldn't help but reach out and touch her back.

Suddenly, she tensed up, turned her head to look at me, and stopped eating.

Her dirty face had a pair of large, watery eyes. At that moment, I thought that if this little girl were cleaned up and dressed in pretty clothes, she would become an adorable little Lolita.

Seeing that I meant her no harm and made no attempt to hurt her, she resumed eating the dried fish. I continued to touch her, and she stopped reacting and continued eating, gradually getting used to my touch.

I gently stroked her back; although it was covered in dust and had some scars, her skin still had the softness of a little girl. As I touched her, my hand naturally moved to her breasts. She didn't resist. It seemed she had no concept of shame.

Perhaps due to malnutrition, the little girl's breasts were pitifully small, lacking the softness of fat. Her breasts had a unique elasticity unlike those of mature women; I thought they would likely grow in the future. As I touched her, I was surprised to find that her pink nipples had become erect.

I'd never heard of little girls' nipples becoming erect before.

Next, my hand slowly moved between her legs.

Her little bottom was firm; although thin, the muscles in her buttocks were well-developed.

Filled with desire, I unceremoniously reached between her legs. She suddenly tensed, twisting her body and looking up at me.

Her eyes showed fear, as if she knew my intentions, and she turned her back to me. But with her hands bound, no matter how she turned, my hand could still easily touch her genitals.

After a few twists, she stopped resisting, and her body gently touched my hand. And she lifted her little bottom, exposing her mons pubis.

When my hand touched her labia, she lifted her bottom even higher, adjusting the angle so her mons pubis could touch my fingers.

What? What's going on?

A little girl who knows nothing, acting like a dog, actually understands sexual matters? She knows I'm going to touch her private parts, and even knows the angle to make it easier for me to molest her—is this human instinct?

I originally thought that if there were children, there would be adults on the island, but judging from the current situation, she must really be one of those children raised by wolves. My hope that there were other people on the island who could send me back has also been dashed.

I touched between her legs again, and she still lifted her bottom, letting me touch her.

The fine hairs on her mons pubis felt soft like velvet. In my experience playing around in hotels, I'd never touched such a smooth young vulva; at most, I'd deliberately shave it to create the illusion of a bare vulva.

Moreover, the little girl's labia minora were very smooth, pink and small, without any wrinkles. It had a different feel from the large, wrinkled labia majora I'd seen before.

My fingers moved between her labia, and I could feel a slight dampness. I carefully parted the skin covering her clitoris and gently touched it with my fingertip. "Ah…" Her body trembled slightly.

This reaction proved that the finger techniques I learned in hotels were also effective on this little girl.

So I brazenly inserted my middle finger into her honeypot, gently touching the twelve o'clock position, commonly known as the G-spot, when it was two or three knuckles deep. My thumb, moistened, lightly touched her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...woof..." The little girl, her hands tied behind her back, let me do whatever I wanted to her. Although she had been barking like a dog before, her moans sounded like those of a normal woman.

Her dirty face flushed slightly, and she breathed heavily with her mouth slightly open. Every time I touched her engorged and elastic clitoris, her body trembled, and her legs curled up in unison.

Some say that a smile is a universal language, and so is a moan. It was truly unbearable to hear.

Driven by lust, I spread her legs, revealing her vulva more clearly. Not content with just my fingers, I licked it with my tongue.

The tiny, translucent red clitoris resembled a piece of carnelian, and as I lowered my head, I smelled a fishy odor, similar to dried fish. Perhaps the little girl hadn't washed herself properly? This smell only excited me more. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down.

Unconsciously, a clear, sweet fluid began to flow from the pink opening. The salty taste shot straight to my head as my tongue licked it.

A little girl this young, not yet fully developed, yet her body's responses were almost indistinguishable from those of an adult woman. No wonder so many ancient Chinese literati, like Su Dongpo and Ouyang Xiu, had this kind of hobby.

Although it is said, "Man cannot bear to break the silk, for the oriole pities the tender branch, unable to sing; let it be left for the deeper spring," I am burdened with a huge debt in the civilized world, and on this deserted island, I may not even have another meal. Any law is meaningless to me. I am a man without a tomorrow; now I must "pluck the flower while it blooms," why wait for the deeper spring?

I pulled down my pants and aimed my erect penis at her wet vagina. The moment the glans touched it, hot, sweet fluid soaked it. I rubbed the opening left and right, up and down, fully wetting it so it could slide in smoothly.

I lifted her legs, slightly opening her vagina. Once the glans was aligned, I thrust in forcefully.

As my glans pressed against her vaginal opening and I forced it in, she realized my intention and began to twist her body, trying to avoid the penetration. "Ugh... howl..." she screamed as she twisted.

But a grown man's strength is considerable, especially when he's driven mad with lust. I pressed her down firmly, easily aiming at her vaginal opening.

Because her vaginal opening was already wet, there was some resistance at the entrance, but with a little more force, the resistance lessened after breaking through the point of resistance, and I thrust all the way in.

"Ugh... howl~~" As my penis entered, the little girl tensed up and made a protesting sound.

She probably hadn't experienced such a large penis before; she twisted her body, trying to pull back, but I held her down firmly, spreading her legs.

Her twisting body only caused the already inserted penis to rub against her vaginal walls even more. Her expression was like that of a frightened bird, whimpering, "Ah...ah..."

How could I possibly spit out the meat that was already in my mouth? How could I possibly pull out the flesh that was already inside me? Although she was crying out, I had already fallen into a frenzy, relentlessly thrusting in and out.

The hot, gushing fluid inside made my already burning penis burn even more. The slippery vaginal walls contracted and tightened, gripping me tightly.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...ah..." Perhaps it was because her vagina was naturally slippery, or perhaps because I, being familiar with the female body, knew how to attack her sensitive spots. She, who had been in pain and wanting to escape me, transformed into a moaning little girl.

Although women from different places speak different languages, they still make the same sounds during intercourse—isn't that the most natural human expression?

The little girl twisted her waist, seemingly excited to the point of involuntary coordination with my movements.

"Ah..." she cried out, then stopped, her body stiffening and trembling. Her vagina contracted again and again, and the abdominal muscles on her stomach stiffened accordingly.

The sucking sensation at the head of my penis made me lose control and thrust deeply, ejaculating.

"Oh..." As my penis ejaculated, it caused my vagina to contract, which in turn caused another spurt of semen. This contraction and spurting continued for four or five times before stopping.

After ejaculating, my senses returned. I saw a little girl lying naked, her hands bound behind her back, panting, with a mixture of red and white fluid slowly flowing from her vagina. Only then did I realize what I had done. I

quickly untied the little girl's hands. She also came to her senses, her limbs trembling, and she limped forward.

Perhaps the little girl was still lingering from her orgasm, for her legs suddenly went weak, and she knelt down again. Seeing that she seemed utterly exhausted, I quickly helped her up.

But unexpectedly, in a moment of inattention, she bit me again, the pain forcing me to let go. As

soon as I released her, she quickly ran on all fours, disappearing into the shadows of the woods in a flash. She stopped, turned to look at me, and after a dozen seconds, vanished into the shadows of the trees.

I looked around at the empty surroundings, only the chirping of birds remaining. Recalling what had just happened, it felt like a dream, but looking down, the bite mark on my hand was still there, and I could still feel a slight pain.

This was real, not a hallucination born from my own madness on the island.

After this incident, finding the little girl was my sole focus. However, she was difficult to spot in the forest; I could only faintly discern her voice among the distant howling of dogs.

Although I had roughly explored the island upon arrival, the fact that a girl was hiding there unnoticed meant there were still many places I hadn't visited. Finding her hideout might improve our relationship, allowing us to cooperate and increase our chances of survival.

Therefore, I made up my mind to venture deep into the dense forest.

After three days of searching, on the fourth day, I discovered the wreckage of a small four-seater airplane. It was covered in vines and weeds, indicating it had been there for a long time. I guessed it was wreckage from a plane crash, perhaps containing some usable tools. But when I went closer, everything on the plane had been dismantled, leaving only a rusty shell.

Just as I was feeling utterly disappointed, it suddenly occurred to me that if things on the plane had been removed, it meant someone had taken them. After all, if someone had died instantly in a plane crash, no one would have bothered dismantling chairs, radios, and other such items. Besides, a little girl like her wouldn't know how to dismantle them; there must have been an adult present.

With this thought, I rallied my spirits. Even if I hadn't found the little girl, perhaps I could find others.

After walking for two days, I finally discovered a cave.

Climbing inside, I found the plane's seats, some clothes and sleeping bags, as well as tools like knives and axes. It was covered in dust.

I'd struck gold! These were essential survival tools. Even a piece of plastic sheeting could be used as a water reservoir in a ditch. The axe could chop wood, saving me the pitfall of gathering branches for fire, and it would also protect my cave entrance from wind and rain.

While rummaging through the cave, I found a notebook. The writing was blurred by the rain, but inside was a photograph of a baby dog. Upon closer inspection, it was a picture of a man and a woman, but the woman looked somewhat like the little girl. I thought, "She must be the mother of that puppy."

A question formed in my mind.

Unlike fishing boats, airplanes require registration and application for takeoff and landing. And since the plane crashed here, there should be a search and rescue operation. Why let them survive in the wild?

Lost in thought, I grabbed the tools I needed. The sun was about to set, and I'd have to walk in the dark again.

Just then, I heard dogs howling. A little girl's voice was mixed in.

I felt something was wrong; the little girl's voice sounded uneasy. Wanting to figure out what was going on, I grabbed the binoculars from inside the cave, left, and headed uphill. Looking out, I saw a pack of dogs in the distance.

Looking closer, I realized the little girl was hiding behind a tree, surrounded by a large group of dogs.

I picked up my binoculars and could finally see the situation clearly. A large, muscular black wild dog was approaching her, and she retreated in fear.

The little girl kept dodging, but the big black dog opened its mouth, revealing its gleaming white teeth, as if it would bite her if it displeased.

When she was cornered against a tree and unable to retreat any further, the big black dog suddenly placed its front paws on the little girl's waist, its red, pointed penis erect and pressing against her smooth buttocks, searching for a place to enter.

She twisted her body and tried to crawl forward, but its front paws gripped her back firmly, and she couldn't break free.

The look of terror in her eyes was just like the last time I raped her. I realized then that my previous behavior was not much different from that male dog's.

Should I rush over to save her? In terms of distance, it would probably take me five minutes to run.

I dropped all my tools, grabbed a stick, and ran.

By the time I arrived, the big black dog was already inside, its front paws on the little girl's back, vigorously thrusting its hips against her buttocks. Seven or eight stray dogs were watching.

Dogs are the kind of animals that don't mind having sex in front of others.

When the pack of stray dogs saw me rushing over, they bared their teeth and growled at me, but I wasn't afraid at all. I swung the stick at the dog in front.

"Ooh ooh ooh..." Sure enough, the pack scattered. They weren't loyal enough; the leader was having sex, and the underlings were running away.

Only the little girl, the big black dog, and I were left.

But the big black dog showed no sign of leaving, and its penis was firmly lodged inside the little girl's vagina.

I began to worry that if I startled it, the dog might force its penis out, potentially injuring the little girl. I could only watch from the side, afraid to approach.

Seeing that I didn't dare to come closer, the big black dog began its rapid thrusting again. Its two large eyes stared at me, baring its white teeth, its tongue lolling out as it panted.

The little girl didn't dare to move, letting the big black dog do as it pleased, thrusting violently. It seemed she was used to this.

Good heavens? Had this little girl lived like this before? No, I absolutely couldn't let this happen. But… what should I do?

"Mmm… mmm…" the little girl made a sound, and only then did I snap out of my thoughts.

Putting aside things like bestiality and morality, the little girl seemed to have lost her fear. She simply closed her eyes and occasionally twisted her waist, then hummed softly.

This sight excited me without my realizing it. Damn! Am I a pervert too?

The big black dog suddenly stopped its back-and-forth swaying motion, pressing itself firmly against the little girl, its penis throbbing rhythmically. It was panting, drooling onto the back of her neck.

"Ah..." the little girl exhaled, her whole body stiffening and trembling. Her hands gripped the ground tightly, her long nails scratching the mud.

Her lower abdomen swelled slightly, and white fluid oozed from where it was joined to the dog's penis, indicating that the big black dog was ejaculating.

About ten minutes later, the big black dog finally pulled out its limp penis and glared at me fiercely.

The little girl was still lying on the ground, her body limp from convulsions, white dog semen continuously flowing from her vagina.

I thought to myself, if I could control the dog leader, it would be better for her future. I picked up the stick and slowly approached.

The big black dog seemed to see my intention, but still didn't back down, baring its teeth and growling.

I continued to glare at it, carefully adjusting the stick in my hand in case it suddenly charged.

Sure enough, the big black dog pounced, and it was intent on killing me; it aimed for my throat.

I turned to dodge, blocking with the stick in my hand. The dog's mouth caught the stick, and it pulled it left and right, trying to dislodge it.

I tried to pull the stick back, but its sharp teeth held it tightly. A thought flashed through my mind, and I pressed the stick into its mouth, embedding it further into its throat, then slammed it to the ground.

The big black dog had the stick stuck in its mouth, its body pinned down. It kept twisting and turning, trying to break free. Honestly, this dog was incredibly strong; I used all my strength but still couldn't hold it down completely, and it was about to break free. Then, an idea struck me.

I twisted the stick, causing the big black dog's head to tilt, causing it to lose its balance and roll over. Then, I pressed my hands firmly down on its head.

The big black dog, its limbs in the air, was desperately flailing its arms, but I immediately used my body to pin it down, sitting on top of it.

The dog was pinned down, unable to move. If this were wrestling, I could win after the referee counted "one, two, three." But this wasn't wrestling; I had to keep pinning it down until it was exhausted.

After a few minutes, the dog finally gave up struggling, and I released it, panting.

It slowly stood up, its trembling limbs showing it was truly exhausted.

However, its eyes were different now; it turned its head away, avoiding my gaze. I stroked its head, letting it smell my scent.

I looked around; the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

After discovering the cave, I searched through all the tools inside and brought them one by one to my own cave.

With tools, my chances of survival would be much greater. Especially with an axe, I could do so much more.

That day, I was diligently building a food storage warehouse. I wove a large cage from the island's bamboo and fixed it to a coconut tree. Then I mixed mud and chopped hay into a paste and applied it to the cage. Next, I nailed rat barriers to the trunk, and I was done. It was drier and less prone to damage than burying it in the ground.

As I admired my masterpiece, I heard a little girl's mournful cry. "Ooh!"

Although it was imitating a dog's bark, I could still recognize it as the little puppy's voice.

The sound of pain in her voice immediately alerted me to something bad, so I put down my work and went to investigate.

I followed the sound and found a little girl lying on the ground, covered in scrapes and abrasions. Her left hand, limp and hanging down, was clearly dislocated.

They must have been fighting over food. The little girl had half a torn rabbit in her mouth, but the other dogs surrounded her, trying to take the food away.

One of the dogs approached her, biting the rabbit in her mouth and pulling backward. The little girl didn't want to let go, pulling back like in a tug-of-war. Because of her injuries, she was being dragged along by the dog.

The little girl reached out to try and pull, but the pain made her unable to fight back against the pack. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out. I watched as pieces of rabbit meat were torn away.

When dogs fight with people, of course I'll side with the person. I picked up a stick and went over to shoo the dogs away.

Dogs are incredibly persistent when it comes to food; I hit two or three dogs with the stick before scaring the pack away. The little girl, seeing me approach, seemed afraid I'd take her food. She got up and limped backward on one leg and one arm, letting out low growls. Her left hand hung limply, probably in great pain, but she still clung to her meager remaining food.

"Don't be afraid..." I whispered, crouching down to her height.

I took out some roasted dried fish, bit off a piece, and held it in front of her so she could smell it.

Seeing me offer food lowered her guard. She sniffed the dried fish; after all, it smelled much better than bloody rabbit.

She finally put down the rabbit meat and started eating the dried fish. Only then could I get closer, pat her head, and check her left hand.

But when I pulled her left hand, she cried out in pain. "Ouch...ouch..." She tried to back away, but the pulling on her left hand only intensified the pain.

"Don't move," I said, pinning her down and carefully examining her. I felt her bones but found no fracture. I placed

my right foot under her armpit, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and started twisting her hand. "Ouch...ouch...ouch..." she screamed in pain. But I didn't stop, continuing to twist left and right. After ten seconds, a "crack" sounded, and the dislocated bone returned to its original position. I

learned this trick from a classmate who habitually dislocated his shoulder; every time he dislocated it, I was the one who reset it. Thanks to this trick, the little girl's pain lessened, and her expression of agony disappeared. She also stopped crying.

I let go of her hand, but the little girl was still sobbing, her red and swollen eyes filled with tears. I patted her head to comfort her, "It's okay, don't cry, it's alright now."

She gently moved her left hand, and finding that the pain wasn't as bad as before, she breathed a sigh of relief and went limp against me. Perhaps she had been too tense earlier and had used up all her strength, or perhaps she could trust me now, since I hadn't taken advantage of her vulnerability to steal her food. Since a dislocated

shoulder shouldn't be under stress, I decided to take the little girl back to my cave to care for her. I gave her the remaining dried fish to bite on and picked her up with both hands.

The little girl leaned softly against me, licking my face with her tongue as a sign of her kindness.

I carried her like that all the way to my cave, placing her on the haystack where I usually slept.

I took a wooden ladle and fetched warm water from a black wooden trough near the entrance. This trough was homemade. I chopped down a tree, hollowed out the center of the trunk, blackened it with soot, filled it with stream water, and let the sun heat it up. This way, I could bathe without a fire at dusk.

I returned to the cave, took a piece of natural sponge, moistened it with warm water, and began cleaning the little girl's scrapes.

"Mmm… ah…" The little girl cried out in pain, trying to avoid my touch.

"Good girl…" I stroked her hair and patted her back to reassure her. "Bear with it, the wound won't heal if it's dirty, and it will get infected."

She seemed to understand me, sitting obediently as I continued to clean her wound. After removing the sand, since I had no medicine, I sprinkled some ashes from the fire to speed up the clotting and scabbing process.

Once I finished, I noticed she was looking at me with tears streaming down her face; it seemed my treatment had been very painful.

I wiped her tears and gently hugged her. Then, she finally cried out, "Wah..."

She was still human after all; her cry was that of a little girl, not a puppy's whine. Perhaps my presence made her realize she was human?

I patted her back, trying to comfort her, "It's okay, it's alright..." as I spoke, letting her lean against me.

After crying for a while, the little girl finally stopped, only sobbing could be heard. I let go of her and realized I was covered in dust.

It turned out the dust from the little girl had gotten on me. I took a sponge, soaked it in the remaining warm water, and gently wiped her body, slowly removing the dark grime.

I brushed her back with my hands, wiping away the dirt.

The little girl's breasts were small, soft yet firm, and as I washed her, I unconsciously became aroused. Although her skin was already quite dark from the sun, it didn't take long before I could feel that she was noticeably fairer after being washed.

As for her tangled hair, which looked like a mop, I carefully smoothed it out. I gently combed her hair while looking at her little face.

Her round eyes looked at me, so adorable. Without realizing it, I couldn't resist kissing her little lips.

"Hmm?" She licked her lips, looking puzzled, seemingly not understanding the meaning of a kiss.

I moved my face closer and kissed her lips again. But she licked my lips with her tongue instead. Maybe it was because she and her fellow dogs licked each other like that?

I gently stroked her back, letting her lean against me. Her small, soft body felt so comfortable to touch. Without realizing it, I found myself between her legs.

That's when I realized I hadn't washed there before—how careless of me!

I used my fingers to pry open her little crevices; there was only a little dirt clinging to them. I gently brushed it away and wiped the dirt off with a sponge.

When I touched her pink labia, the little girl uttered a soft, human-like sound, her eyes glazed.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, gently touching her ruby-glowing clitoris. I remembered touching it like this the first time we met. And she reacted the same way, spreading her legs to make it easier for me to caress her.

I recalled the image of her mating with that big black dog. The dog had fully inserted its bright red penis, wetting the little girl's vagina. Perhaps that's how she learned about sex, and through her experience with bestiality, she understood the feeling of intercourse, which made her reaction unlike that of a virgin. But a dog's penis is thinner than a human's, which is why I bled when I had sex with her that time.

It's truly difficult for a little girl to live alone with a pack of dogs. But her reaction made me wonder if she was exchanging food with them through sex? Maybe? Otherwise, why would the dogs consider her one of their own?

My God, how did this little girl survive? Thinking this, I felt a pang of pity and gently hugged her, determined to protect her at least on this island.

I stroked the little girl's soft body. She licked my face in response.

She was like a kitten in my arms, sniffing and licking me, making affectionate gestures. Then she rubbed against me, occasionally rubbing her genitals against my arm.

Before I knew it, my previously limp penis hardened again, pressing against her. She noticed the strange change in my genitals.

"Hmm?" The little girl made a puzzled expression.

She sniffed, licking the tent my penis had erected. The smell seemed to interest her.

"Stop licking, you'll get my pants dirty." I pulled down my pants, letting my erect penis stand tall in front of her. My erect penis throbbed slightly with my heartbeat.

She seemed confused; although she had seen dog penises, the human penis was different from a dog's.

I pointed to my penis. "Pension."

"Yinqing?" the little girl mispronounced.

"Pension," I said again.

"Yin Qing."

"Pencil."

"Pencil." This time she pronounced it correctly.

"Water!" Without realizing it, a line from a vitamin-laced carbonated drink commercial slipped out.

But the little girl didn't understand; she just stared at me blankly.

She curiously touched the glans, perhaps because she was used to licking her partner with her tongue, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.

"Good." I patted her head.

Praised, she licked even more enthusiastically. Having not had sex in a long time, I couldn't help but ejaculate immediately.

White semen spurted high into the air, splashing onto her face, and some dripped onto my thighs.

She was startled, staring at me with her face covered in semen.

I smiled, dabbing my middle finger with semen. "Semen."

"Semen?" I don't know if she's a language genius, but this time she pronounced it perfectly.

"Semen," I said again, this time licking my finger with my tongue. However, I licked my index finger, which hadn't gotten any semen on it.

Seeing me lick, she curiously licked the semen off my thigh. The fishy smell probably suited her taste, because in no time, she had licked it clean.

She looked up, not forgetting to say with her smile, "Semen." After saying that, she licked her lips.

"Lie down, let me lick it for you." I made her lie down, spreading her legs, exposing her vulva.

I knew very well that for a dog, exposing its belly—its vulnerable spot—to a higher-ranking dog or person was an act of submission. This also showed that I had truly established my position in her heart.

I touched her little cleft, and beneath her two small labia, there was a smooth, pink pearl. Due to the moisture of her vulva, the pearl reflected the water.

I pulled back the skin covering it, and the pink pearl was fully revealed. I gently licked it with my tongue, and immediately, she let out a soft moan.

"Mmm..." Her waist twisted, and the muscles in her stomach visibly contracted. Honey-like fluid oozed from her vulva, filling my mouth with a salty taste.

I knew she was wet enough, so I rubbed my penis against her vulva and slid it inside.

"Mmm..." she moaned with pleasure as I slid in.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and because the little girl was small, I lifted her up by her hips. Fearing she would fall, she clung tightly to the back of my neck, her body pressed against mine, her legs hooked around my waist, suspended in mid-air.

This position is called "train bento" in Japan. Only petite girls or strong boys can assume this position. Luckily, the little girl was small and thin, so I could easily lift her up.

I supported her buttocks with both hands, gently lowering her body little by little, her vagina deeply enveloping my penis due to her weight.

I began to thrust up and down, "Ugh...ah..." The little girl's moans followed the rhythm of her movements.

She seemed to feel very comfortable, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her eyes half-closed, seemingly looking in the distance, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. "Ah...ah..." she cried out.

My penis felt increasingly tight inside her vagina, pleasure filling my entire body, every pore tingling with a tingling sensation. I held her tightly, accelerating my thrusts. "Slap slap slap slap slap..." Looking at her flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but increase the speed and force, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other growing louder and louder.

"Mmm...mmm..." The little girl moaned intermittently as the frequency increased.

I felt her vagina tightening more and more, and the friction became increasingly intense, until finally her entire body was constricted.

"Huff...huff..." She gasped for breath, her hands gripping me tightly, her legs curling and trembling as they hooked tightly around my waist. From our pressed abdomens, I could feel her lower abdomen contracting wave after wave.

I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, and spurt after spurt shot deep into the little girl's vagina. With each spurt, I felt her vagina sucking away, as if trying to swallow every last drop of my semen into her uterus.

After about ten seconds, the little girl relaxed from her tense position and leaned limply against me.

She was probably too tired, and soon fell asleep. Her sleeping face was no different from any other little girl's; you'd never guess she was a puppy who only knew how to bark.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I also felt tired and fell asleep.

The next morning, I felt something wet sliding around my genitals. When I woke up, I saw that the little girl was licking my penis.

She seemed unsatisfied, rubbing her soft body against me, her legs clamping around my body.

I involuntarily became erect. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Although the marks from last night had dried on her thighs, her vagina was still moist, welcoming my entry at any moment.

I unceremoniously spread her legs, my tongue immediately tasting her mysterious clitoris. The little girl's urine had a slightly salty smell, but it didn't dampen my interest.

"Mmm...oh..." she moaned, twisting her waist, while my tongue gently circled her clitoris.

After last night's experience, her little hands automatically reached for my penis. Understanding her intention, I straddled her in a 69 position, spreading her legs even wider, and used my hands to pull back her clitoral hood, revealing more of her bright red clitoris, my tongue gently licking its edges.

She, meanwhile, had my penis in her mouth. But after only a few licks, she groaned again, so comfortable that she forgot to continue.

A salty liquid kept gushing from her vagina, the taste filling her mouth from the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, one hand gripping my penis tightly, the other trembling and curled against her chest. Her body arched backward, her legs stiff and trembling.

"Ugh..." she choked out, and a gush of liquid suddenly gushed from her vagina, spraying into my mouth. Could it be? Had she lost control of her bladder? I thought, if she urinated, the haystack I'd painstakingly dried would get wet, so I quickly caught it in my mouth, and her nectar flowed into my mouth in streams.

After ejaculating several times, she finally went limp, her eyes staring blankly upwards. I stood up and looked at her flushed face, and my erection returned. I spread her limp legs apart, and my penis slid into her vagina.

"Mmm..." Perhaps she was too sensitive after her orgasm; she protested as I penetrated her, pushing against me with her hands, trying to stop me. But she was too weak, and I was too excited. After my penis was inside, I ignored her protests and began to thrust.

Her body, which had been limp, began to contract again, and her vagina trembled and contracted as soon as I entered her.

She shook her head, moaning softly. Perhaps she had already gotten used to the stimulation, as her buttocks began to writhe in rhythm with my thrusts.

I placed my hands on the little girl's waist and leaned back. I lifted her up, placing her on top of me, in a woman-on-top position. I thrust upwards repeatedly, and although she was being tossed around like a mad bull, her vagina remained firmly gripping my penis.

"Mmm..." The little girl moaned intermittently as the frequency increased. Her waist twisted in rhythm with my thrusts. Her vagina tightened more and more, and the friction became increasingly intense.

Did this little girl really enjoy sex? If I stop, will she start moving on her own? A sudden thought struck me, and I stopped thrusting.

She, sitting on me, looked puzzled by the sudden stop. But the pleasurable sensation made her want to continue.

She moved slightly, perhaps feeling the stimulation, and let out a soft moan. "Mmm..."

Then, she spontaneously began to move, swaying her hips against me. She took my penis deep into her mouth, then rubbed her vulva against my pubic bone with a back-and-forth twisting motion.

"Mmm... huff... huff..."

She definitely enjoyed thrusting. Watching her petite figure writhe, her juices flowing from our point of contact, was quite a sight.

Perhaps because she was now in control, every movement stimulated her most comfortable spot, and her vagina continued to tighten.

"Ah..." she moaned softly again, the tightness in her vagina seeming to squeeze my penis dry, causing a shiver to run through my body. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating deeply, and streams of semen poured into her depths. "Huff

huff huff huff..." Panting, we were both exhausted from our morning's exertions, sweat pouring down our bodies without us realizing it.

"Sigh..." I looked up at the cave ceiling, thinking I'd have to take the hay out to dry later.

The little girl and I grew closer, and her learning speed was incredibly fast. She progressed from using single words to using sentences.

Whenever I had enough fish and some free time, I would hold her and walk around the island in a "train bento" position, with her inside me.

Each movement made her moan softly, clinging to me tightly like a koala.

"What's this?" I stopped, pointing to an axe.

She called out its name. "Toad..."

"No, it's an axe." I corrected her pronunciation.

"Father bean."

"Axe."

"Axe."

I waited for her to pronounce it correctly before thrusting in and out a few times. "Say it again."

"Mmm... ah... axe... ah..." As I thrust, she kept repeating herself haltingly.

Only after I stopped could she say the whole name smoothly. "...Axe...axe...head."

After she said it, I would thrust upwards a few times as encouragement. "Axe...um..."

While she practiced pronouncing it, I continued walking step by step towards the next object.

"What's this?"

"A-zi."

"Coconut." I corrected her pronunciation.

"Leaf."

"Coconut."

"Coconut."

When she finally pronounced it correctly, I thrust a few times.

"Coconut... um... mmm..." With each word, she continued walking, the up-and-down movement making her speech intermittent.

I taught her word by word, and gradually her speech became more fluent. However, she

just couldn't learn to walk on two legs; she always crawled on all fours when following me. And she crawled very fast, keeping up with me no matter how fast I ran.

Later, I tied her hands to force her to walk on two legs, and only then did she learn to walk and run.

Most surprisingly, she can swim and use a harpoon, which means our fish catch will increase significantly, and we won't lack food. I even taught her how to set traps, and now she's a complete hunter.

However, this continued until outsiders landed on the island.

That day, I saw a small fishing boat approach the shore in the distance, and then several people were getting ashore.

"Great, I'm saved!" I shouted "Help!" as I ran forward, afraid that if I was too slow, they would leave.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, followed by a thud, and I saw someone fall to the ground in the distance.

"Mommy!" I was about to scream for help, but upon hearing the gunshot, I immediately ducked behind a bush.

What was happening? Murder?

With trembling hands, I pulled out my binoculars and looked closely. The man lying on the ground in the distance stared ahead in terror, a bullet hole in his forehead oozing a mixture of red and white fluid—presumably brain matter and blood.

I instinctively felt that these men, each carrying various sizes of firearms, were definitely not good people. I only dared to watch them from a distance; if I got close and they spotted me, I would surely be silenced.

There were five of them.

The man who fired the shot was thin; he handed his pistol to the man in sunglasses next to him and then nodded to the man in the white suit.

The tallest of them all was a bald man, carrying a rifle on his back. He stood fiercely behind the man in the white suit. The man in the white suit appeared to be the boss, and the bald man was his underling.

Two others, wearing sunglasses, were also present; one had put the gunman's pistol back into his pocket, while the other carried three or four shovels, suggesting he was a lower-ranking henchman.

The two sunglasses-wearing henchmen gestured for them to proceed. The thin man then walked deeper into the island. I secretly followed behind, watching to see what they would do.

They walked into the heart of the island, as if they knew its terrain well, until they reached a palm tree. The man who had just shot the man walked in front, stopped, stamped his foot on the ground, pointed, and the men behind him each took a shovel and began digging.

With a clang, the shovel struck a hard object, and soon a large box was unearthed.

A group of people scrambled to lift the box out of the pit. They opened it, revealing several white, bag-like containers.

The man in the white suit took out a knife and poked a hole in one of the bags, from which white powder oozed out. He then dipped his finger in the powder and tasted it.

"Brother Rong, I wasn't lying to you, was I?" said the thin man who had just pointed out the location.

"Ah Xian, you'll work for me. You'll get good things from now on." The man in the white suit, called Brother Rong, nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for the promotion, Brother Rong," the thin man called Ah Xian bowed and scraped profusely.

"Keep digging!" At Brother Rong's command, the bald, muscular man and two sunglasses-wearing henchmen continued digging in the nearby ground. Soon, they unearthed three smaller boxes.

Inside weren't drugs, but stacks of US dollars.

The group beamed with joy at the sight of the money.

I watched, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. I'd lived on the island for so long, and yet I had no idea drugs and US dollars were buried there.

The group carried the four boxes one by one onto the boat, and then took saplings from the boat and piled them on the ground.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and they set up tents, seemingly intending to spend the night on the island.

I watched them, wondering if I would be killed if I made contact with them. But if I don't make contact with them, am I destined to stay on the island forever?

As I pondered this, I heard a roar. "Wah...roar..." I recognized the little girl's voice.

Sure enough, the bald, muscular man was grabbing the little girl like a chick, dragging her to the boss. "Brother Rong, we found a naked child."

"Waaah...waaah..." The little girl, her hands tied behind her back, squirmed and cried.

Ah Xian looked at the little girl, a thoughtful expression on his face, then his eyes lit up. "Brother Rong, this little girl might be Old Zeng's daughter."

"Old Zeng's daughter?" Brother Rong reached out and grabbed the little girl's chin, examining her closely. "She looks like Old Zeng's wife. I can't believe we couldn't find her on the island back then. We thought she was dead. I never imagined she'd grow up to be this big."

"Could she have stayed on the island all this time? That's amazing. And she's even quite pretty? Did she grow up eating bananas?"

the little girl roared. "Waaah..." Unfortunately, she couldn't bite the man.

"Then you can have her to play with." Brother Rong let go of her. "Anyway, I don't have your kind of perverted hobbies."

After saying that, Brother Rong pushed the little girl away and walked towards the tent.

His four henchmen rushed to surround the little girl.

"I'll go first."

"No, I'll go first."

"Then let's decide with rock-paper-scissors."

The four men argued back and forth, unwilling to admit defeat, and finally decided to decide who went first with rock-paper-scissors.

"I won!" the bald, muscular man laughed loudly. The other three men turned away, unhappy.

"Hahaha..." The winner laughed as he pulled down his pants, revealing his muscular physique.

The little girl clearly knew what they were about to do; she stood up and immediately ran towards the depths of the woods, as the dark forest was the only place she could hide.

"She's running away! She's running away!" The three men watched the spectacle with amusement, not bothering to stop the little girl from stopping the man who was undressing, but simply laughing and shouting. "Hahaha... Go after her!"

The little girl stared intently at the distant woods, running for her life. The soft sand beneath her feet slowed her down. The man threw his pants aside and gave chase.

However, halfway there, she was caught by the naked man and tackled to the ground.

"Thump!" She was tackled and fell, her face landing on the soft sand, fine sand covering her rosy cheeks.

"Let's see where you run now!" The man pressed down on the little girl's back.

"Oh!" The other three men, seeing the little girl caught so easily, showed disappointment at the lack of amusement. "Ouch~~"

the little girl cried out urgently. She kicked the man repeatedly, but he remained unmoved.

The man grabbed the little girl's ankles with each hand and lifted her up by the ankles. The little girl twisted and turned desperately, but she couldn't stop the man from spreading her legs apart, the small gap between her calves appearing even more rosy in the reddish glow of the setting sun.

"Your pussy always looks so pink and tender." The man said, reaching out to caress her tiny slit. His fingers parted the smooth, pink labia, revealing the small opening, glistening with a pinkish sheen.

"Ugh...ugh..." she cried out in alarm, looking at the man.

Suddenly, the man's fingers slipped inside, and the little girl's body stiffened and trembled.

"Your pussy isn't wet enough." The man's fingers stirred inside. "The tightness is acceptable." He commented, then pushed his fingers deeper inside, scratching the mysterious spot with his fingertip. "It would be better if there was more lustful fluid."

The little girl felt a strange sensation inside her body and kept twisting her waist, trying to get the stirring fingers to leave her body. But her writhing and contracting only excited the man more.

"Hahaha... You can't take it this quickly?" The man said, increasing the speed and vibrating his fingers inside.

"Ugh..." She twisted her head, opening her mouth to bite the man in front of her, but couldn't reach him.

The little girl writhed a few times, then her whole body suddenly stiffened, "Ah..." a low growl as if something was stuck in her throat. Then, a liquid flowed from between the little girl's thighs.

"Haha... This little girl actually peed." The man laughed, and before the liquid had finished flowing, he spread her legs apart with both hands and lifted them higher.

With her hands tied behind her back and no support, the little girl's entire face was pressed against the sand. In this position, with her legs higher than her head, the liquid flowing from between her legs instead flowed down her body to her shoulders and dripped onto the sand.

The man's erect penis was aimed at her vulva, thrusting in and out until it was inside her.

"Ah..." Perhaps the penis was too large, because although the little girl was already wet, she still cried out in pain. But because her face was pressed against the sand, her open mouth swallowed sand instead.

I could only watch helplessly as the little girl was raped, but because there were many enemies, if I rushed out now, it would probably be useless and I would lose my life.

The man then grabbed her legs with both hands and thrust in and out in a manner similar to doggy style. "Oh... ah... ah..."

The little girl's body trembled with each thrust of the man, and although her waist twisted from side to side, her legs were firmly held, and she could only let the large weapon enter and exit unscrupulously.

"So tight, so good... fuck, so good." The man roared as he violently twisted his waist and thrust in and out.

"Brother Xian, you're enjoying yourself, but don't hurt her. We need her later." The three men beside him, seeing him yelling and shouting, were afraid he was going too far and quickly reminded him.

"When have I ever... mistreated you?" the man said, not forgetting to thrust, twisting his waist and thrusting forward.

Perhaps urged on by someone, the man's thrusting frequency increased. The "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh showed the increased force, and the little girl's body swayed with the sound.

"Huff... huff..." The man's breathing gradually increased, and his muscles contracted and twisted under the weight of the little girl. He simply released her right hand and instead grabbed her arm, which was tied behind her back. With a gentle lift, he actually lifted the little girl into the air. The

little girl's right leg lost its support and dangled down, swaying with each thrust; her left leg was lifted even higher, widening the angle between her legs. Her right hand was lifted up, and her face, which had been lying face down on the sand, was lifted away, swaying with the force of the man's thrusts, her long hair fluttering.

"Oh...oh..." the man panted, but his strength did not diminish at all. Instead, he lifted the little girl even higher, her body arching backward, revealing her muscular abs.

"Almost...almost...ah...ah...ahhhhh..." The man increased the frequency of his body's vibrations, lifting the little girl and

causing her to sway with each thrust, looking from a distance like a heavy machine gun being fired at a hillside. "Oh..." the man roared, the accelerating vibrations suddenly slowing down, and then he used his last bit of strength to thrust the little girl high into the air. The man's abdominal muscles twitched a few times, and an unknown white fluid seeped from their point of contact, running down his thighs.

The man threw the little girl onto the sand, only then realizing that she was arched, stiff, and trembling, her eyes staring blankly ahead. White fluid was still seeping from her vagina, dripping onto the dry sand.

The other three men saw the man put the little girl down and rushed over, only to find that she had already fainted.

"Why did you knock her out?"

"Are we supposed to drug and rape her?"

"Brother Xian, you're going too far. You'll loosen her up if you do it like this."

The man, having released his desire, put his clothes back on and said, "What does it matter? She should regain her strength by tomorrow." "

Oh..." The three men, not daring to confront him, had lost interest and left.

That night, they lit a fire and cooked on the spot. I secretly ate the dried fish I carried with me, pondering how to rescue the little girl.

The little girl was too scared to cry out loud, only able to shrink to the side and sob softly. The campfire shone on her face, revealing two tear streaks, which made me want to rush out. But rushing out now, outnumbered and outgunned, would definitely be suicide.

I could only wait until they were alone or asleep before making my move. I mentally surveyed the scene, gripping the axe tightly. The bald, muscular man was the strongest; I had to start with him. As I continued my observation, I unconsciously caught a whiff of a delicious aroma, and my stomach rumbled involuntarily.

The smell of food was incredibly tempting; I could smell it from afar. They were eating, and I counted the people—four. Wait, where did one of them go?

My heart pounded. If they discovered my presence and sent someone to flank me, it would be all over. I wondered if I should change positions and escape first.

Just as I turned to flee, the bald, muscular man suddenly screamed. "Waaaaah…"

I looked down and saw him flailing his arms wildly in the air, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer…" He seemed to have gone mad. The other three were already lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs, convulsing, and foaming at the mouth.

What happened? They looked like they'd been poisoned.

"Hahaha..." At that moment, the skinny man appeared out of nowhere. He laughed and kicked the leader in the white suit, picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, pointed it to the side, and "bang."

A line of blood spurted from the back of the bald, burly man's head. He slowly lowered his hands, which had been flailing wildly in the air, and then "bang," he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the other three, ignoring their own stomach pain, scrambled to their feet and pounced on the skinny man.

The skinny man, having gotten the gun, fired three or four shots in quick succession without any mercy.

"Thank goodness..." he muttered, kicking one of the bodies over to reveal a pistol hidden underneath.

After confirming all three were dead, he turned back to the man in the white suit.

The man was still clutching his stomach, clearly in pain.

"Brother Rong, feeling bad? Want me to relieve you a little?" He smiled, brandishing the pistol. "Just a 'bang,' quick."

"You...you bastard!"

The thin man smiled, seemingly unfazed by Brother Rong's anger.

"Who's the bastard? You think I don't know I've been in jail for five years because of your tip-off? You want me to escape and become your henchman? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Luckily, I'm the only one who survived knowing where the boss buried the money. Old Zeng was really something, trying to sneak over in a small plane to get the money, thankfully I planted the explosives." He pointed the gun at Rong Ge's head. "It's just that the letter came too early, otherwise I would have already taken the money and lived a carefree life, and you wouldn't have a chance."

The skinny man seemed unwilling to let the man in the white suit die too quickly, watching from the side, enjoying his painful expression.

Rong Ge realized his predicament and quickly roared. With his last bit of strength, he lunged at the skinny man.

A gunshot rang out, and the red bloodstains on the white suit gradually spread. His body went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Haha..." The skinny man laughed loudly, gradually sitting down wearily. He suddenly fell backward, dropping his pistol to the ground. Only

then did I notice a knife stuck in his chest.

I hastily buried the five bodies, and put the bags of drugs back where they were. I boarded the small boat with the little girl, taking the cash with me, and left the island.

I used the money to pay off my debts and started some businesses with the rest. I also used my connections to adopt the little girl and even consulted an education expert to see if she could adapt to civilized society.

After returning to civilization, I began to regret having underage sex with the little girl on the island. At the time, I thought I could never return to civilized society, and even if I did, I would face being chased by creditors. But now, the debts are paid off, and I've made a considerable amount of money speculating in land and stocks; I can now stand on my own two feet in civilized society. The little girl still disliked wearing clothes and had a habit of rubbing against me.

Initially, I secretly hired an education expert to help her behave more civilly.

However, progress was slow and fraught with problems.

Incidents occurred frequently: the little girl biting the professor, biting the neighbor's dog, or running outside naked. It wasn't until she bit through the trachea of the neighbor's red poodle, on the advice of the education expert, that I sent her to a special education institution recommended by a special education specialist.

This incurred additional hush money. Because this case of a fetal child was considered an exciting one by the education experts, preventing them from publishing it as a paper took considerable effort.

"Ring~~" The phone rang in the morning, and I groggily reached for it.

"Is this Mr. Ai?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm sorry, your child has run away from the reformatory, and we are looking for her."

"What? How have you been watching her?"

"I'm sorry..."

When I turned around, I was shocked to see the little girl lying naked on top of me.

"No need to look anymore, I've found her." I hung up the phone and shook the little girl. She squirmed and opened her eyes sleepily.

"Uncle."

"Xiaoxing, why did you run back? Didn't I tell you to stay there and study obediently?" I took a piece of clothing and draped it over her. I really don't know how she got back; that institution is in the mountains, ten kilometers away from here.

"Xiaoxing, don't climb onto my bed naked like that again." I started to scold her. "I've told you countless times, make sure you're dressed properly, sleep in your own room. Don't stick your tongue out, walk on your two legs..."

"Waaah...waaah..." Tears streamed down her face as I scolded her.

I felt a pang of reluctance and stopped lecturing her. I stroked her head.

"Uncle, can we not send Xiaoxing away?"

"How will you learn to be a human being? You can't just be a dog forever, can you?"

"Uncle hasn't come to see Xiaoxing lately, Xiaoxing is so lonely all by herself..."

"Business has been very busy lately, the financial crisis made me lose nearly half my assets, I'm under a lot of pressure, I've neglected you, I'm sorry!"

"Xiaoxing, Xiaoxing misses Uncle so much..." She leaned closer and hugged my waist with both hands.

"I know." I patted her head.

"Uncle hasn't mated with Xiaoxing lately."

Hearing the word "mating," my heart skipped a beat.

"Uncle was wrong back then. You're still young, I shouldn't have..." I stopped speaking, thinking of the time we spent together on the deserted island.

"But, but Xiaoxing doesn't mind." She raised her head, looking at me with her big, dark eyes. "I like it when Uncle holds me, licks me, talks to me, and mats with me..."

"You're still a minor. What I'm doing is illegal. If others find out, I'll be arrested and locked up, and you won't be able to see me anymore." "

As long as you don't tell anyone, it's fine. Like when Xiaoxing mated with Uncle before, she didn't tell anyone."

"Besides, Uncle... whenever Xiaoxing thinks of Uncle, her pussy really wants Uncle's penis, and she can only touch her pussy alone..." She said, touching the crevice between her legs.

This was different from when she was a puppy. Over the years, her skin had become fairer, she had grown taller, and her body was more voluptuous. Her breasts were now an A-cup, and the allure of a woman approaching maturity was radiating. My fingers were wet with the honey-like fluid seeping from her vagina, so moist it was almost dripping. Although her vulva was still pink, her labia minora were a deeper red and thicker.

I was probably surprised by her growth because I hadn't seen her much these past few days.

I turned my head. "We'll do it when you're older."

"Xiaoxing is all grown up now. She's started menstruating. The teacher said Xiaoxing is a woman now," she hurriedly retorted.

"No!" I firmly forbade it.

"Awooo..." Although she could speak fluently, she would still imitate a dog's howl when she was emotional.

Seeing her distress, I felt sorry for her. Because of her special circumstances, she couldn't attend a regular primary school and had to be taught by special education specialists. Therefore, she couldn't have close interaction with children her age. Perhaps because of this, she lacked the awareness and behavior expected of someone her age.

I felt sorry for her and stroked her head. "Okay, stop crying. Put on your clothes, let's go have breakfast."

She was still sobbing when she suddenly turned around and hugged me.

"This..."

Her soft body pressed tightly against mine. At that moment, I felt a dampness on my thigh and realized that her genitals were pressed against my thigh.

For some reason, she was incredibly strong. I couldn't break free for a moment.

"Xiaoxing wants to be with Uncle like before," she said, almost crying.

"Fishing together, swimming together, sleeping together, eating together, mating together..."

I heard her, stunned for a moment, forgetting to break free.

"Doing everything together, Xiaoxing doesn't want to be alone..."

"Waaah...waaah..."

Seeing her face covered in tears, I honestly couldn't bear it.

She had difficulty making friends her own age, her social circle was small, she didn't go out often, and lately even I hadn't been taking care of her much.

I don't know why, but I reached out and hugged her. As her body gradually became fuller, she could almost feel her bones disappear, and all she felt in her arms was the smoothness of a young girl's skin.

Looking at her tear-streaked face, I kissed her tenderly. The moment our lips met, a soft, smooth sensation filled them, our tongues entwining. Her eyes were closed, lost in the blissful kiss.

At that moment, my reason crumbled, my hands roaming over her body. My left hand pressed against her breast, small and soft, completely under my grasp. My right hand explored the wetness between her legs. Her

small, pink nipples were already hard, and her love juices were flowing freely. She twisted her waist to meet my touch.

"Mmm…uh…" she murmured softly against my lips, her warm breath spreading across her cheeks. This was because my fingers were probing that slippery spot.

The tiny pink pearl hidden between the two fleshy labia was hard and palpable. The moment my finger touched it, her body stiffened as if electrocuted, followed by a soft moan.

"Mmm...oh..." Her body trembled, her legs clamping tightly around my hand. Did she want my finger to stay? Or did she want it to stay?

A warm gush of fluid gushed out, soaking my finger. Her reaction made the answer obvious.

So I slid my middle finger into her warm, moist opening, while my index finger still gently held her erect clitoris. My fingers lightly touched the inner walls, plucking at the layers of wrinkles, like plucking the strings of a violin, and she emitted a melodious, alluring sound.

"Mmm...ah..." She looked at me with dazed eyes, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. A pleasurable breath escaped from her small red lips, a panting sound.

I unceremoniously spread her legs, revealing her secret little slit.

Fine, soft hairs had grown on her mons pubis, a different kind of allure from its previous smoothness. Her clitoris, half-hidden in the folds, was excitedly engorged. Her small, red lips were glistening and moist, opening and closing slightly with her excitement.

I couldn't help but lower my head, gently kissing her lips, my tongue tracing pleasurable circles on her clitoris.

She twisted her waist, her body tensed, her labia contracted and expanded, and the honey-like fluid inside gushed out, spreading on my tongue. The salty taste carried a hint of girlish allure, as delicious as jade nectar, quenching my thirst without irritating my stomach.

Her clitoris on my tongue was already hard, like a freshly cooked red bean. I gently sucked on it, afraid of accidentally breaking it. The little girl moaned softly, like a little oriole at dawn.

Unconsciously, her body stiffened and trembled, just as I gave her my final lick. Her voice suddenly rose and disappeared, replaced by a tight sob in her throat. Her buttocks tightened, her body arching and motionless. Her legs clamped together, tightly gripping my head.

Her trembling body relaxed after two or three seconds, the tightness in her throat eased, and her panting returned, but her body was already limp.

"Huff, huff..." she gasped, gripping my hand. Her vagina felt empty after the orgasm.

"Uncle..." she couldn't wait any longer, her little bottom wriggling anxiously, yearning for my penetration.

"Quick... come in quickly," she cried out.

My penis was already erect, pressing between her legs; with just a little effort, it would plunge into her warm little hole.

"It's in," I said. It slid in instantly, the warm, wet sensation enveloping my penis.

"Mmm..." she groaned softly, her waist twisting upwards, our pubic bones pressing tightly together.

I thrust in and out relentlessly, my penis scraping in and out of the folds of her vaginal walls.

Those days on the deserted island seemed to return. A gentle breeze blew, the warm sun shone on our bodies, and the little girl's moans, my panting, and the birdsong in the woods blended into a symphony.

"Oh...uh..." Her slightly parted lips conveyed her pleasure, and her writhing body responded to my thrusts. Sweat glistened on our skin, and heat rose from our bodies. We became like animals, burning with lust.

Her vagina began to tighten, her hands gripping my back tightly, her legs hooking around my waist, and her whole body trembled.

My penetration was intensified by the tightness of her vagina. After months without release, my body went numb, my mind went blank, and I shuddered. My pubic bone pressed tightly against hers as my penis plunged deep inside, releasing a gush of thick, white semen.

As I ejaculated, I remembered she was menstruating, and a sense of unease washed over me. But her satisfied expression and her legs clinging tightly to me made me hesitate.

I quickly decided to give her an emergency contraceptive later. I held her close, gently stroking her hair, and slowly shrunk my penis inside her.

I had been consulting with an education expert for several days. He told me about the little girl's condition. He said that although the little girl's behavior was human-like, she still identified as an animal at heart. If she lived in a human environment for a long time, she would likely die young.

I thought about it for a long time and finally made a decision. I used my remaining wealth to buy the island so that the little girl could run and swim naked on it.

I also built an underground base inside the island, equipped with water, electricity, gas, air conditioning, telephone, internet, and other facilities for my future needs.

More importantly, there was life in her womb. Although it was only slightly protruding now, new puppies should be born in eight months.

"No way? It was stolen?" I looked at a huge rock. There should have been three or four dried fish on it, but now only a fish bone remained.

"The dogs on the island probably ate them." I could only smile bitterly.

I had failed in business and was in debt, so I secretly took a boat to escape my creditors. Unexpectedly, I encountered a storm and miraculously survived, drifting to this deserted island. Most shipwrecks are rescued, but since I was an illegal immigrant, no one would know I was in trouble.

With no one to turn to for help, I had to find a way to survive in the wild on my own.

Fortunately, there was a small river on the island, solving my freshwater problem; otherwise, I would have died of thirst. I also found a cave on the island to shelter from the storm, and I fished with a homemade harpoon, managing to survive for a few weeks.

Initially, I preserved the leftover fish with homemade sea salt and buried it in the ground, but it was too salty. Later, I considered drying the fish to preserve it, but that used up too much firewood. The easiest way to prepare

the fish was to dry it and store it as food, but to my surprise, all the catch was eaten by wild dogs after just one fishing trip. Hungry and exhausted, I dragged my weary body to gather some firewood and started a fire to roast my catch. As I ate, I wondered if I should set a trap to catch one or two wild dogs. Taming them would help with hunting, or I could make them into roasted meat.

Just as I was watching a fish, preparing to throw my harpoon, I heard a sound.

"Clang, clang, clang..." It was the sound of the hollow bamboo stalks from the trap I had set the day before colliding.

I rushed back to the island, and what I saw there shocked me.

Where there should have been wild dogs, there was a naked little girl hanging upside down.

"Woof...woof...woof..." she barked in terror. Her right ankle was bound with a rope and dangled in mid-air, while her left leg and arms flailed wildly.

"What's going on?" I muttered to myself. I remembered circling the island when I first arrived, seeing no one and no houses. Where did this little girl come from?

I stared at the little girl barking like a dog, bewildered. Her skin was dark and filthy, and her hair hung down like a rag from being hung upside down. Her hands and feet were so black they looked like charcoal; she was wilder than any wild child I'd ever seen. Even stranger…

“Woof… howl… woof woof woof woof…” Why was this little girl barking like a dog? Could it be…? Could she be one of those children raised by animals?

I'd heard of children raised by wolves who couldn't speak and whose movements were like wolves. Looking closely, it seemed that was indeed the case.

I slowly lowered the rope, and the little girl finally descended to the ground. She rolled over and lay on all fours.

The little girl didn't untie the rope from her feet, but instead lay on all fours facing me. “Woof woof woof woof…” she barked wildly.

"Woof...woof..." The stray dogs nearby barked along with the little girl's cries. They were too scared to approach.

I thought to myself, dogs are dogs after all; they only dare to bark from a distance when they see a person, too afraid to bite me.

The little girl, unable to run because her legs were bound, lifted her tied leg and tried to shake off the rope, barking wildly at me.

"Really? So stupid you can't even untie yourself?"

Seeing I wasn't making any further moves, the little girl stopped barking and started biting the rope, trying to break it.

"Ugh...ugh..." she growled, the feeling of being restrained by the rope making her unhappy. She shook her head from side to side, biting and pulling hard at the rope wrapped around her ankle.

I took a closer look at her. Her messy black hair hung down her sides. Her thin back was clearly visible. Her buttocks were rather thin, lacking the fullness a little girl should have. Her ribs were clearly visible, highlighting her thinness. Her breasts were completely undeveloped, with only two small nipples slightly protruding.

Although the little girl was malnourished and emaciated, thankfully, the smooth mons pubis between her legs still retained some flesh, and the slit was still a tender pink.

"Hmm…" I swallowed. What was going on? Having weathered many storms in hotels and seen all kinds of women, why was I paying attention to this shriveled little girl's private parts?

Was I just pent up lately, like a sow behaving like a mink? Was this making me extremely craving that aspect of myself? So, am I supposed to become a perverted lolicon?

"Slap slap slap..." I slapped myself a few times. Only then did I calm down.

"Good girl!" I squatted down, making myself the same height as the little girl.

"Don't move, I'll untie you." The little girl backed away in fear as soon as I reached out.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." I opened my arms and slowly approached her. Seeing me approach, she kept backing away, finally stopping because the rope was binding her.

Seeing that she couldn't back down, I reached out to grab her shoulder, but the little girl dodged in the blink of an eye, escaping to my side.

What's going on? How can the little girl move so fast?

I thought, this time I have to use force. I reached out, grabbing with my left hand and then my right, but she escaped as nimbly as an eel. Finally, I managed to grab one of her hands.

I held her arm with my right hand, and she screamed in fear, twisting and turning, trying to break free.

Unexpectedly, she bit my arm. "Ouch..." I cried out in pain and quickly let go.

Blood slowly seeped from the bite mark on my arm, and I was shocked, taking a few steps back. "Why did you bite me? I was trying to help you get free!" Enraged, I decided to teach this little girl a lesson.

I steeled myself and pulled hard on the rope tied to her feet. She lost her balance and rolled over, and then, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I pinned her to the ground with my body.

"Waaah... Waaah..." Suddenly pinned down, she twisted and struggled incessantly. Her hands flailed, leaving scratches all over my body.

I endured the pain, grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, then untied the rope from her feet and tied her hands behind her back again.

The little girl could only kick her bare legs, growling and shaking her head, trying to bite me. "Woof...woof...woof..."

I watched her writhe and asked her various questions.

"Who are you?" "Woof woof..." "Where did you come from?"

"Woof woof..." " Are there other people here?" " Woof woof ..." No matter what I asked, she only barked like a dog. Unable to walk on two legs, she could only stand up because her hands were tied behind her back. But then she lost her balance and fell back down. Afraid she might get hurt, I reached out and steadied her. Her clumsy, swaying movements made me realize that despite her wild nature, she still possessed a cute, little girl charm. I thought to myself, having a little animal like this wouldn't be bad; at least she wouldn't be bored on the island. Having made up my mind, I took out some dried fish as bait and waved it in front of the little girl. Her eyes were fixed on the dried fish in my hand, and she stopped barking. "Hehe…you really can't resist the temptation of food," I smiled, bringing the dried fish close to her nose. She looked at the fish, sniffed it, and then looked up at me. Her shoulders and arms, which were tied behind her back, twisted, but I held her tightly; there was no way she could break free. At that moment, the little girl's stomach rumbled. Perhaps she had exhausted herself earlier, or perhaps the smell of the dried fish made her hungry. But she still didn't dare to bite it, her eyes still staring at me in fear. I had no choice but to put the dried fish on the ground and step back. She must have been starving; I had only taken a few steps back when she turned her head, opened her mouth, and bit the dried fish into it. The way she wolfed it down made me laugh. After she finished, I waved another piece of dried fish in front of her. Having already tasted dried fish, her craving for it was even stronger. This time, she directly bit the dried fish from my hand. I took out everything edible I had, and I tore the larger pieces of dried fish into small pieces with my teeth and fed them to her one by one. Because of the food, she no longer glared at me with hostility, and just focused on eating. It seemed she had been bribed. Her body was covered with bite marks of various sizes, presumably from fighting with her fellow dogs. Looking at her body, I couldn't help but reach out and touch her back. Suddenly, she tensed up while eating the dried fish, turned her head to look at me, and stopped eating. Her dirty face had a pair of large, watery eyes. At that moment, I thought that if this little girl were cleaned up and dressed in pretty clothes, she would become an adorable little Lolita. Seeing that I meant her no harm, she resumed eating the dried fish. I continued to touch her, and she stopped reacting and continued eating the dried fish, gradually getting used to my touch. I gently stroked her back; although it was covered in dust and had some scars, her skin still had the softness of a little girl. As I touched her, my hand naturally moved to her breasts. She didn't resist. It seemed she had no concept of shame. Perhaps due to malnutrition, the little girl's breasts were pitifully small, lacking the softness of fat. Her breasts had a special elasticity unlike those of mature women; I thought they would grow in the future. As I touched them, I even noticed that her pink nipples had become erect.

I'd never heard of a little girl's nipples getting erect before.

Next, my hand slowly moved between her legs.

Her little bottom was firm; although thin, her gluteal muscles were quite developed.

Filled with lust, I unceremoniously reached between her legs. She suddenly tensed, twisting her body and looking up at me.

Fear filled her eyes; she seemed to know my intentions, turning her back to me. But with her hands bound, no matter how she turned, my hand could still easily touch her genitals.

After a few twists, she stopped resisting, her body gently brushing against my hand. She also lifted her little bottom, revealing her mons pubis.

When my hand touched her labia, she actually raised her buttocks higher and adjusted the angle so that her mons pubis could touch my fingers.

What? What's going on?

How can a little girl who knows nothing and acts like a dog understand sex? She knows I'm going to touch her private parts, and even knows the angle to make it easier for me to molest her. Is this human instinct?

I originally thought that if there were children, there would be adults on the island, but judging from the current situation, she must really be one of those children raised by wolves. My hope that there were other people on the island who could send me back has also been dashed.

I touched between her legs again, and she still raised her buttocks, letting me touch her.

The fine hairs on her mons pubis felt soft like velvet. In my experience playing around in hotels, I've never touched such a smooth young vulva before. At most, I'd deliberately shave it to pretend it was bare.

And the little girl's labia minora were so smooth, pink and small, without any wrinkles. It had a different feel from the large, wrinkled labia majora I'd seen before.

My fingers rummaged through her labia, and I could feel a slight dampness. I carefully parted the skin covering her clitoris and gently touched it with my fingertip. "Ah..." Her body trembled slightly.

This reaction showed that the finger techniques I learned in hotels were effective on this little girl.

So, without restraint, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, gently touching the twelve o'clock position, the so-called G-spot, when it was two or three knuckles deep. My thumb, moistened, lightly touched her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...wailing..." The little girl, her hands bound behind her back, let me grope her. Although she had been barking like a dog before, her moans sounded like those of a woman.

Her dirty face was flushed, and she breathed heavily with her mouth slightly open. Every time I touched her engorged and elastic clitoris, her body trembled, and her legs curled up in unison.

Some say that a smile is a universal language, and so is a moan. It was truly unbearable to hear.

My lust was aroused, so I spread her legs, making her vulva more visible. Not satisfied with just my fingers, I licked it with my tongue.

The small, translucent red clitoris was like a piece of carnelian, and when I looked down, I smelled a fishy odor, similar to dried fish. Perhaps the little girl hadn't been properly washed? But the smell excited me even more. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down.

Unconsciously, clear nectar gradually flowed from the pink opening. The salty taste shot straight to my head as my tongue licked it.

A little girl this young, not fully developed, yet her body's reactions were almost indistinguishable from those of an adult woman. No wonder so many ancient Chinese literati, like Su Dongpo and Ouyang Xiu, had this kind of hobby.

Although "Man cannot bear to break the silk, the oriole pities the tender branch, unable to sing its praises, let it be left for the deep spring," I owe a huge debt in the civilized world, and on this deserted island, I might not even have another meal. Any law is meaningless to me. I'm already a man with no tomorrow, so I should seize the moment and not wait for spring to deepen.

I pulled down my pants and positioned my erect penis against her wet vagina. The moment the head touched it, hot, sweet fluid soaked into it. I rubbed the opening from side to side and up and down, making sure it was fully wet so it could slide in easily.

I lifted her legs up, slightly opening her vagina. Once the head was aligned, I thrust in.

As the head pressed against the vaginal opening and squeezed in, she realized my intention and tried to twist her body to avoid the penetration. "Ugh... howl..." she screamed as she twisted.

But a grown man's strength is considerable, especially when he's driven mad with lust. I pressed her down forcefully, easily aiming at her vaginal opening.

Because her vaginal opening was already wet, although there was some resistance at the entrance, with just a little more force, the resistance decreased after breaking through the resistance point, and I went straight in.

"Ugh... Ouch~~" As my penis entered, the little girl tensed up and made a protesting sound.

She probably hadn't experienced such a large penis before, and her body twisted, trying to pull back, but I pressed her down hard, spreading her legs.

Her twisting only made the already inserted penis rub against her vaginal walls even more. Her expression was like that of a frightened bird, whimpering, "Ah... Ah..."

I wasn't about to spit out the meat that was already in my mouth. How could I possibly pull out the flesh that was already inside? Although she was moaning, I was already in a frenzy, thrusting relentlessly.

Hot, sticky fluid gushed out, making my already burning penis even hotter. The slippery walls of her vagina contracted and tightened around her.

"Ah...ah...ah...uhh..." Perhaps it was because her vagina was naturally slippery, or perhaps it was because I knew how to target her sensitive spots, but she, who had been in pain and trying to escape me, transformed into a moaning little girl.

Even though women from different places speak different languages, they still make the same sounds during intercourse—isn't that the most natural human expression?

The little girl twisted her waist, seemingly excited to the point of involuntary coordination with my movements.

"Ah..." she cried out, then stopped, her body stiffening and trembling. Her vagina contracted repeatedly, her abdominal muscles stiffening as well.

The sucking sensation at the head of my penis made me lose control, thrusting deeply and ejaculating.

"Oh..." The ejaculation caused her vagina to contract again, which in turn caused another spurt of semen. This contraction and spurting continued for four or five times before stopping. Only

after ejaculating did my senses return. Seeing a little girl lying naked, her hands bound behind her back, panting, a mixture of red and white fluid slowly flowing from her vagina, I realized what I had done.

I quickly untied the little girl's hands. She had regained consciousness by then, her limbs trembling as she limped forward.

Perhaps the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, for her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees. Seeing that she seemed utterly exhausted, I quickly helped her up.

But before I knew it, she bit me again, the pain forcing me to let go.

As soon as I released her, she sprinted on all fours, disappearing into the woods in a flash. She stopped, turned to look at me, and after a dozen seconds, vanished into the shadows of the trees.

I looked around at the empty space, the only sound the chirping of birds. Recalling what had just happened, it felt like a dream, but looking down, the bite mark on my hand was still there, and I could still feel a slight pain.

This is real, not a hallucination I'm having while I'm stuck on the island and going crazy.

After this incident, finding the little girl was my sole focus. However, she was difficult to spot in the forest; I could only faintly discern her voice among the distant howling of dogs.

Although I had roughly explored the island upon arrival, the fact that a girl was hiding there unnoticed meant there were still many places I hadn't visited. Finding her hideout might improve our relationship, allowing us to cooperate and increase our chances of survival.

Therefore, I made up my mind to venture deep into the dense forest.

After three days of searching, on the fourth day, I discovered the wreckage of a small four-seater airplane. It was covered in vines and weeds, indicating it had been there for a long time. I guessed it was wreckage from a plane crash, perhaps containing some usable tools. But when I went closer, everything on the plane had been dismantled, leaving only a rusty shell.

Just as I was feeling utterly disappointed, it suddenly occurred to me that if things on the plane had been removed, it meant someone had taken them. After all, if someone had died instantly in a plane crash, no one would have bothered dismantling chairs, radios, and other such items. Besides, a little girl like her wouldn't know how to dismantle them; there must have been an adult present.

With this thought, I rallied my spirits. Even if I hadn't found the little girl, perhaps I could find others.

After walking for two days, I finally discovered a cave.

Climbing inside, I found the plane's seats, some clothes and sleeping bags, as well as tools like knives and axes. It was covered in dust.

I'd struck gold! These were essential survival tools. Even a piece of plastic sheeting could be used as a water reservoir in a ditch. The axe could chop wood, saving me the pitfall of gathering branches for fire, and it would also protect my cave entrance from wind and rain.

While rummaging through the cave, I found a notebook. The writing was blurred by the rain, but inside was a photograph of a baby dog. Upon closer inspection, it was a picture of a man and a woman, but the woman looked somewhat like the little girl. I thought, "She must be the mother of that puppy."

A question formed in my mind.

Unlike fishing boats, airplanes require registration and application for takeoff and landing. And since the plane crashed here, there should be a search and rescue operation. Why let them survive in the wild?

Lost in thought, I grabbed the tools I needed. The sun was about to set, and I'd have to walk in the dark again.

Just then, I heard dogs howling. A little girl's voice was mixed in.

I felt something was wrong; the little girl's voice sounded uneasy. Wanting to figure out what was going on, I grabbed the binoculars from inside the cave, left, and headed uphill. Looking out, I saw a pack of dogs in the distance.

Looking closer, I realized the little girl was hiding behind a tree, surrounded by a large group of dogs.

I picked up my binoculars and could finally see the situation clearly. A large, muscular black wild dog was approaching her, and she retreated in fear.

The little girl kept dodging, but the big black dog opened its mouth, revealing its gleaming white teeth, as if it would bite her if it displeased.

When she was cornered against a tree and unable to retreat any further, the big black dog suddenly placed its front paws on the little girl's waist, its red, pointed penis erect and pressing against her smooth buttocks, searching for a place to enter.

She twisted her body and tried to crawl forward, but its front paws gripped her back firmly, and she couldn't break free.

The look of terror in her eyes was just like the last time I raped her. I realized then that my previous behavior was not much different from that male dog's.

Should I rush over to save her? In terms of distance, it would probably take me five minutes to run.

I dropped all my tools, grabbed a stick, and ran.

By the time I arrived, the big black dog was already inside, its front paws on the little girl's back, vigorously thrusting its hips against her buttocks. Seven or eight stray dogs were watching.

Dogs are the kind of animals that don't mind having sex in front of others.

When the pack of stray dogs saw me rushing over, they bared their teeth and growled at me, but I wasn't afraid at all. I swung the stick at the dog in front.

"Ooh ooh ooh..." Sure enough, the pack scattered. They weren't loyal enough; the leader was having sex, and the underlings were running away.

Only the little girl, the big black dog, and I were left.

But the big black dog showed no sign of leaving, and its penis was firmly lodged inside the little girl's vagina.

I began to worry that if I startled it, the dog might force its penis out, potentially injuring the little girl. I could only watch from the side, afraid to approach.

Seeing that I didn't dare to come closer, the big black dog began its rapid thrusting again. Its two large eyes stared at me, baring its white teeth, its tongue lolling out as it panted.

The little girl didn't dare to move, letting the big black dog do as it pleased, thrusting violently. It seemed she was used to this.

Good heavens? Had this little girl lived like this before? No, I absolutely couldn't let this happen. But… what should I do?

"Mmm… mmm…" the little girl made a sound, and only then did I snap out of my thoughts.

Putting aside things like bestiality and morality, the little girl seemed to have lost her fear. She simply closed her eyes and occasionally twisted her waist, then hummed softly.

This sight excited me without my realizing it. Damn! Am I a pervert too?

The big black dog suddenly stopped its back-and-forth swaying motion, pressing itself firmly against the little girl, its penis throbbing rhythmically. It was panting, drooling onto the back of her neck.

"Ah..." the little girl exhaled, her whole body stiffening and trembling. Her hands gripped the ground tightly, her long nails scratching the mud.

Her lower abdomen swelled slightly, and white fluid oozed from where it was joined to the dog's penis, indicating that the big black dog was ejaculating.

About ten minutes later, the big black dog finally pulled out its limp penis and glared at me fiercely.

The little girl was still lying on the ground, her body limp from convulsions, white dog semen continuously flowing from her vagina.

I thought to myself, if I could control the dog leader, it would be better for her future. I picked up the stick and slowly approached.

The big black dog seemed to see my intention, but still didn't back down, baring its teeth and growling.

I continued to glare at it, carefully adjusting the stick in my hand in case it suddenly charged.

Sure enough, the big black dog pounced, and it was intent on killing me; it aimed for my throat.

I turned to dodge, blocking with the stick in my hand. The dog's mouth caught the stick, and it pulled it left and right, trying to dislodge it.

I tried to pull the stick back, but its sharp teeth held it tightly. A thought flashed through my mind, and I pressed the stick into its mouth, embedding it further into its throat, then slammed it to the ground.

The big black dog had the stick stuck in its mouth, its body pinned down. It kept twisting and turning, trying to break free. Honestly, this dog was incredibly strong; I used all my strength but still couldn't hold it down completely, and it was about to break free. Then, an idea struck me.

I twisted the stick, causing the big black dog's head to tilt, causing it to lose its balance and roll over. Then, I pressed my hands firmly down on its head.

The big black dog was desperately flailing its limbs, but I immediately used my body to press its body down to the side and sat on it.

And so, the big black dog was pinned down, unable to move. If this were wrestling, I'd win after the referee counted down "one, two, three." But this wasn't wrestling; I had to keep pinning it down until it was exhausted.

After a few minutes, the big black dog finally gave up struggling, and I released it, panting.

It slowly stood up on its trembling limbs, clearly exhausted.

But now its eyes were different; it turned its head away, avoiding my gaze. I stroked its head, letting it smell my scent.

I looked around; the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

After finding the cave, I searched through all the tools inside, taking them one by one to my own cave.

With tools, my chances of survival would be much greater. Especially with an axe, I could do so much more.

That day, I was diligently building a food storage warehouse. I wove a large cage from the island's bamboo and secured it to a coconut tree. Then, I mixed mud and chopped hay into a paste and applied it to the cage. Next, I nailed rat barriers to the trunk, and it was finished. It was drier and less prone to damage than burying it in the ground.

As I admired my masterpiece, I heard a little girl's mournful cry. "Ooh!"

Although it was imitating a dog's bark, I could still recognize it as the puppy's voice.

The sound carried a sense of pain, which immediately alerted me to something wrong. So, I stopped working and went to investigate.

I followed the direction of the sound. I found the little girl lying on the ground, covered in scrapes and abrasions, but her left hand was limp and hanging down, clearly dislocated.

They must have been fighting over food. The little girl had half a torn rabbit in her mouth, but the other dogs surrounded her, trying to snatch the food away.

One of the dogs approached her, biting the rabbit in her mouth and pulling backward. The little girl didn't want to let go, pulling back like in a tug-of-war. Because of her injuries, the little girl was being dragged along by the dog.

The little girl reached out to try to pull herself up, but the pain made her unable to fight back against the pack of dogs. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out. I watched as pieces of rabbit meat were torn away. When

dogs fight with humans, of course I have to side with the humans. I picked up a stick and went over to shoo the dogs away.

Dogs are incredibly persistent when it comes to food. I had to hit two or three dogs with a stick to scare them away. The little girl, seeing me approach, seemed afraid I would take her food. She got up and limped backward on one leg and one arm, letting out low growls. Her left hand hung limply, undoubtedly in great pain, but she still clung to her meager remaining food.

"Don't be afraid..." I whispered, crouching down to her height.

I took out some roasted dried fish, bit off a piece, and held it out to her so she could smell it.

Seeing the food, she lowered her guard. She sniffed the dried fish; after all, it smelled much better than the bloody rabbit.

She finally put down the rabbit meat and started eating the dried fish. Only then could I get closer, pat her head, and examine her left hand.

But when I pulled her left hand, she cried out in pain. "Ouch...ouch..." She tried to pull away, but the pulling on her left hand only intensified the pain.

"Don't move," I said, pinning her down and carefully examining her. I felt her bones but found no fracture. I

placed my right foot under her armpit, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and twisted her hands. "Ouch...ouch...ouch..." she screamed in pain. But I didn't stop, continuing to twist her hands left and right. After ten seconds, a "crack" sounded, and the dislocated bone returned to its original position. I

learned this trick from a classmate who habitually dislocated his shoulder; he always had me reset it after each dislocation. Thanks to this trick, the little girl's pain lessened, and the expression on her face no longer showed suffering. She stopped crying.

I let go of her hand; the little girl was still sobbing, tears streaming from her red, swollen eyes. I patted her head to comfort her, "It's okay, don't cry, it's alright now."

She gently moved her left hand, finding it less painful than before, and breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body going limp against me. Perhaps she had been too tense earlier and had used up all her strength, or perhaps she could trust me now, after all, I hadn't taken advantage of her vulnerability to steal her food. Since

a dislocated shoulder shouldn't be under stress, I decided to take the little girl back to my cave to care for her. I let her bite on the remaining dried fish and picked her up with both hands.

The little girl leaned softly against me, licking my face with her tongue to show her kindness.

I carried her all the way to my cave and laid her on the haystack where I usually slept.

I took a wooden ladle and fetched warm water from a black wooden trough near the entrance. I made this trough myself. I cut down a tree, hollowed out the center of the trunk, blackened it with soot, filled it with some stream water, and let the sun heat it up. This way, I could bathe without needing a fire at dusk.

I went back into the cave, took a piece of natural sponge, soaked it in warm water, and began to clean the little girl's scrapes.

"Hmm... ah..." The little girl cried out in pain, trying to avoid my touch.

"Good girl..." I stroked her hair and patted her back to reassure her. "Bear with it, the wound won't heal if it's dirty, and it'll get infected."

She seemed to understand me, sitting obediently as I continued cleaning her wound. After I cleaned away the sand, since I had no medicine, I sprinkled some ashes from the fire I'd burned earlier on it to speed up the clotting and scabbing process.

After I finished, I noticed she was looking at me with tears streaming down her face; it seemed my treatment had been very painful.

I wiped the tears from her face and gently hugged her. Then, she finally cried out, "Wah..."

She was still human after all; her cry was that of a little girl, not a puppy's whine. Perhaps it was my presence that made her aware of her human nature?

I patted her back, trying to comfort her, "It's okay, it's alright..." I said, letting her lean against me.

After crying for a while, the little girl finally stopped, only sobbing could be heard. I let go of the little girl and realized that I was covered in dust.

It turned out that the dust from the little girl had gotten on me. I took a sponge, soaked it in the remaining warm water, and gently wiped her body, slowly removing the dark grime.

I brushed her back with my hands, wiping away the grime.

The little girl's breasts were small, soft and firm, and as I washed her, I unconsciously became aroused. Although her skin was already quite dark from the sun, it didn't take long before I could feel that the little girl's skin was whiter after being washed.

As for her hair, which was as messy as a mop, I carefully smoothed it out. As I gently combed her hair, I looked at her little face.

Her round eyes looked at me, so adorable. Without realizing it, I couldn't resist kissing her little lips.

"Hmm?" She licked her lips, looking puzzled, seemingly not understanding the meaning of a kiss.

I moved my face closer and kissed her lips again. But she licked my lips with her tongue instead. Perhaps it was because she and her fellow dogs licked each other like that?

I gently stroked her back, letting her lean against me. Her small, soft body felt so comfortable to touch. Without realizing it, I found myself between her legs.

Only then did I realize I hadn't washed there before—how careless of me!

I used my fingers to pry open her tiny crevices, where only a little dirt remained. I gently brushed it away and wiped the dirt off with a sponge.

When I touched her pink labia, the little girl uttered a soft, human-like sound, her eyes glazed.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, gently touching her ruby-glowing clitoris. I remembered touching it like this the first time we met. And she reacted the same way, spreading her legs to make it easier for me to caress her.

I recalled the image of her mating with that big black dog. The dog had fully inserted its bright red penis, wetting the little girl's vagina. Perhaps that's how she learned about sex, and through her experience with bestiality, she understood the feeling of intercourse, which made her reaction unlike that of a virgin. But a dog's penis is thinner than a human's, which is why I bled when I had sex with her that time.

It's truly difficult for a little girl to live alone with a pack of dogs. But her reaction made me wonder if she was exchanging food with them through sex? Maybe? Otherwise, why would the dogs consider her one of their own?

My God, how did this little girl survive? Thinking this, I felt a pang of pity and gently hugged her, determined to protect her at least on this island.

I stroked the little girl's soft body. She licked my face in response.

She was like a kitten in my arms, sniffing and licking me, making affectionate gestures. Then she rubbed against me, occasionally rubbing her genitals against my arm.

Before I knew it, my previously limp penis hardened again, pressing against her. She noticed the strange change in my genitals.

"Hmm?" The little girl made a puzzled expression.

She sniffed, licking the tent my penis had erected. The smell seemed to interest her.

"Stop licking, you'll get my pants dirty." I pulled down my pants, letting my erect penis stand tall in front of her. My erect penis throbbed slightly with my heartbeat.

She seemed confused; although she had seen dog penises, the human penis was different from a dog's.

I pointed to my penis. "Pension."

"Yinqing?" the little girl mispronounced.

"Pension," I said again.

"Yin Qing."

"Pencil."

"Pencil." This time she pronounced it correctly.

"Water!" Without realizing it, a line from a vitamin-laced carbonated drink commercial slipped out.

But the little girl didn't understand; she just stared at me blankly.

She curiously touched the glans, perhaps because she was used to licking her partner with her tongue, she stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.

"Good." I patted her head.

Praised, she licked even more enthusiastically. Having not had sex in a long time, I couldn't help but ejaculate immediately.

White semen spurted high into the air, splashing onto her face, and some dripped onto my thighs.

She was startled, staring at me with her face covered in semen.

I smiled, dabbing my middle finger with semen. "Semen."

"Semen?" I don't know if she's a language genius, but this time she pronounced it perfectly.

"Semen," I said again, this time licking my finger with my tongue. However, I licked my index finger, which hadn't gotten any semen on it.

Seeing me lick, she curiously licked the semen off my thigh. The fishy smell probably suited her taste, because in no time, she had licked it clean.

She looked up, not forgetting to say with her smile, "Semen." After saying that, she licked her lips.

"Lie down, let me lick it for you." I made her lie down, spreading her legs, exposing her vulva.

I knew very well that for a dog, exposing its belly—its vulnerable spot—to a higher-ranking dog or person was an act of submission. This also showed that I had truly established my position in her heart.

I touched her little cleft, and beneath her two small labia, there was a smooth, pink pearl. Due to the moisture of her vulva, the pearl reflected the water.

I pulled back the skin covering it, and the pink pearl was fully revealed. I gently licked it with my tongue, and immediately, she let out a soft moan.

"Mmm..." Her waist twisted, and the muscles in her stomach visibly contracted. Honey-like fluid oozed from her vulva, filling my mouth with a salty taste.

I knew she was wet enough, so I rubbed my penis against her vulva and slid it inside.

"Mmm..." she moaned with pleasure as I slid in.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and because the little girl was small, I lifted her up by her hips. Fearing she would fall, she clung tightly to the back of my neck, her body pressed against mine, her legs hooked around my waist, suspended in mid-air.

This position is called "train bento" in Japan. Only petite girls or strong boys can assume this position. Luckily, the little girl was small and thin, so I could easily lift her.

I supported her buttocks with both hands, gently lowering her body little by little, her vagina deeply enveloping my penis due to her weight.

I began to thrust up and down, "Ugh...ah..." The little girl's moans followed the rhythm of her movements.

She seemed to be enjoying it; tears welled in her eyes, her gaze was unfocused, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily, and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She cried out, "Ah...ah..."

My penis felt increasingly tight inside her vagina, pleasure spreading throughout my body, every pore tingling with a tingling sensation. I held her tightly, accelerating my thrusts. "Slap slap slap slap slap..." Seeing her flushed cheeks, I couldn't help but increase the speed and force, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other growing louder and louder.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..." With the increased frequency, the little girl moaned intermittently.

I felt her vagina tightening more and more, the friction stimulation growing stronger, until finally her entire body was constricted.

"Huff...huff..." She gasped for breath, her hands gripping me tightly, her legs curled and trembling, hooked tightly around my waist. I could feel her lower abdomen contracting repeatedly as our bellies pressed together.

I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated deep inside the little girl. With each spurt, I felt her vagina sucking at my semen, as if trying to swallow every last drop.

After about ten seconds, the little girl relaxed from her contractions, her body limp against me. She

was probably too tired, and soon fell asleep. Her sleeping face was no different from any other little girl's; you'd never guess she was a little dog who only knew how to bark.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I also felt tired and fell asleep.

The next morning, I felt something wet sliding around my genitals. I woke up and saw it was the little girl licking my penis.

She seemed unsatisfied, rubbing her soft body against me, her legs clamping around my body.

I involuntarily became erect. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Although the marks from last night had dried on her thighs, her vagina was still wet, welcoming my entry at any moment.

I unceremoniously spread her legs, my tongue immediately tasting her mysterious clitoris. The little girl's urine had a slightly salty smell, but it didn't dampen my interest.

"Mmm...oh..." she moaned, writhing her hips, while my tongue gently circled her clitoris.

After last night's experience, her hands instinctively reached for my penis. Understanding her intention, I straddled her in a 69 position, spreading her legs wider, and pulled back her clitoral hood, revealing more of her bright red clitoris. My tongue lightly licked its edges.

She took my penis into her mouth. But after only a few licks, she moaned again, too comfortable to continue.

A salty fluid continuously oozed from her vagina, the taste filling her mouth from the tip of her tongue. She suddenly tensed up, one hand gripping my penis tightly, the other trembling and curled against her chest. Her body arched backward, her legs stiff and shaking.

"Ugh..." she sobbed, a gush of fluid suddenly gushing from her vagina, spraying into my mouth. Could it be? Had she lost control of her bladder? I thought, if she urinated, the haystack I'd painstakingly dried would get wet, so I quickly caught it in my mouth, her nectar flowing into my mouth in streams.

She ejaculated several times before finally going limp, her eyes staring blankly upwards. I stood up, looking at her flushed face, and couldn't help but get hard again. I spread her legs, which were limp all over, and slid my penis into her vagina.

"Mmm..." Perhaps she was too sensitive after her orgasm, because she protested as I penetrated her, pushing against me with her hands. But she was too weak, and I was too excited. After my penis was inside, I ignored her protests and began to thrust.

Her body, which had been limp, began to contract and tremble again as soon as my penis entered her vagina.

She shook her head and moaned, "Mmm mmm mmm." Perhaps she had become accustomed to the stimulation, because her buttocks began to twist and sway in response to my thrusts.

I put my hands on the little girl's waist and leaned back. I lifted her up and made her sit on me, so that she was in a woman-on-top position. I thrust upwards again and again, and although she was being tossed around like she was riding a raging bull, her vagina held onto my penis tightly.

"Mmm...mmm..." The little girl moaned intermittently as the frequency increased. Her waist twisted in rhythm with my thrusts. Her vagina tightened more and more, and the friction became increasingly intense.

Did this little girl really enjoy sex? If I stopped, would she move on her own? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I stopped thrusting.

Sitting on me, she looked puzzled by the sudden stop. But the pleasurable sensation made her want to continue.

She moved slightly, perhaps feeling the stimulation, and let out a soft moan. "Mmm..."

Then, she spontaneously started swaying her hips against me, moving. She took my penis deep into her mouth, then rubbed her vulva against my pubic bone with a twisting motion.

"Mmm... huff... huff..."

As expected, she liked thrusting. Watching her petite figure twist her waist, letting the honey-like fluid from her vagina flow from where we were in contact, was quite a unique experience.

Perhaps because she was now in control, each movement stimulated her most comfortable spot, and her vagina continued to tighten.

"Ah..." she moaned softly again, the tightness in her vagina seeming to squeeze the juice out of my penis, causing a shiver to run through my body. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating deeply, and then streams of semen poured into her depths.

"Huff, huff, huff..." The two of them, panting heavily, were exhausted from their morning labor, their bodies drenched in sweat.

"Sigh..." I looked up at the cave ceiling, thinking I'd have to take the hay out to dry later.

The little girl and I were growing closer, and her learning speed was incredibly fast. She progressed from using individual words to using sentences.

Whenever we had enough fish and some free time, I would carry her around the island in a "train bento box" position.

Every movement made her groan softly, clinging to me tightly like a koala.

"What's this?" I stopped and pointed to the axe.

She named it. "A patch..."

"No, it's an axe." I corrected her pronunciation.

"Father bean."

"Axe."

"Axe."

I waited for her to pronounce it correctly, then thrust in and out a few times. "Say it again."

"Mmm...ah...axe...ah..." As I thrust in and out, she kept repeating the words intermittently.

Only after I stopped could she pronounce the whole name smoothly. "...Axe...axe...head."

After she said it, I would thrust upwards a few more times to encourage her. "Axe...mmm..."

While she practiced pronouncing it, I continued walking step by step towards the next object.

"What is this?"

"Coconut."

"Coconut." I corrected her pronunciation.

"Leaf."

"Coconut."

"Coconut."

When she pronounced it correctly, I thrust in and out a few times.

"Coconut... um... mmm..." With each word she uttered, she continued walking, the up-and-down movement making her speech fragmented.

I taught her word by word, and gradually her speech became more fluent.

However, she couldn't learn to walk on two legs no matter what; she always crawled on all fours when following me. And she crawled very fast, keeping up with me no matter how fast I ran.

Later, I tied her hands to force her to walk on two legs, and only then did she learn to walk and run.

Most surprisingly, she can swim and use a harpoon, which means our fish catch will greatly increase, and we won't lack food. I also taught her how to set traps; now she's a complete hunter.

However, this continued until outsiders landed on the island.

That day, I saw a small fishing boat approach the shore in the distance, and then several people were getting ashore.

"Great, I'm saved!" I shouted "Help!" as I ran forward, afraid that if I was too slow, they would leave.

Unexpectedly, a gunshot rang out, followed by a thud, and I saw someone fall to the ground in the distance.

"Mommy!" Just as I was about to scream for help, I immediately ducked behind a bush upon hearing the gunshot.

What was happening? Had someone been murdered?

With trembling hands, I pulled out my binoculars and looked closely. The man lying on the ground in the distance stared ahead in terror, a bullet hole in his forehead oozing a mixture of red and white fluid—presumably brain matter and blood.

I instinctively felt that these men, each carrying various sizes of firearms, were definitely not good people. I only dared to watch them from a distance; if I got close and they spotted me, I would surely be silenced.

There were five of them.

The man who fired the shot was thin; he handed his pistol to the man in sunglasses next to him and then nodded to the man in the white suit.

The tallest of them all was a bald man, carrying a rifle on his back. He stood fiercely behind the man in the white suit. Judging from the appearance, the man in the white suit is the eldest brother, and the bald man is his younger brother.

The other two, wearing sunglasses, one put the gun back into his pocket, while the other carried three or four shovels; he seemed to be a lower-ranking henchman.

The two sunglasses-wearing henchmen gestured for them to move forward. The thin man then walked deeper into the island. I secretly followed behind, watching what they were doing.

They walked into the heart of the island, as if they knew the terrain well, until they reached a palm tree. The man who had just shot the man walked in front, stopped, stamped his foot on the ground, pointed, and the men behind him each took a shovel and began digging.

With a "clang," the shovel struck something hard, and soon a large box was unearthed.

A group of people scrambled to lift the large crate out of the pit. They opened it, revealing several white, bag-like objects inside.

The man in the white suit took out a knife and poked a hole in one of the bags, from which white powder oozed out. He then dipped his finger in the powder and tasted it.

"Brother Rong, I wasn't lying to you, was I?" said the thin man who had just pointed out the location.

"Ah Xian, you'll work for me. You'll get good things from now on." The man in the white suit, called Brother Rong, nodded with satisfaction. "

Thank you for the promotion, Brother Rong," the thin man called Ah Xian said, bowing and scraping profusely.

"Keep digging!" At Brother Rong's command, the bald, muscular man and two sunglasses-wearing henchmen continued digging in the nearby ground. Soon, they unearthed three smaller boxes.

Inside weren't drugs, but stacks of US dollars.

The group beamed with joy at the sight of the money.

I watched, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. I'd lived on the island for so long, and yet I had no idea drugs and US dollars were buried there.

The group carried the four boxes one by one onto the boat, and then took saplings from the boat and piled them on the ground.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, and they set up tents, seemingly intending to spend the night on the island.

I watched them, wondering if I would be killed if I made contact with them. But if I don't make contact with them, am I destined to stay on the island forever?

As I pondered this, I heard a roar. "Wah...roar..." I recognized the little girl's voice.

Sure enough, the bald, muscular man was grabbing the little girl like a chick, dragging her to the boss. "Brother Rong, we found a naked child."

"Waaah...waaah..." The little girl, her hands tied behind her back, squirmed and cried.

Ah Xian looked at the little girl, a thoughtful expression on his face, then his eyes lit up. "Brother Rong, this little girl might be Old Zeng's daughter."

"Old Zeng's daughter?" Brother Rong reached out and grabbed the little girl's chin, examining her closely. "She looks like Old Zeng's wife. I can't believe we couldn't find her on the island back then. We thought she was dead. I never imagined she'd grow up to be this big."

"Could she have stayed on the island all this time? That's amazing. And she's even quite pretty? Did she grow up eating bananas?"

the little girl roared. "Waaah..." Unfortunately, she couldn't bite the man.

"Then you can have her to play with." Brother Rong let go of her. "Anyway, I don't have your kind of perverted hobbies."

After saying that, Brother Rong pushed the little girl away and walked towards the tent.

His four henchmen rushed to surround the little girl.

"I'll go first."

"No, I'll go first."

"Then let's decide with rock-paper-scissors."

The four men argued back and forth, unwilling to admit defeat, and finally decided to decide who went first with rock-paper-scissors.

"I won!" the bald, muscular man laughed loudly. The other three men turned away, unhappy.

"Hahaha..." The winner laughed as he pulled down his pants, revealing his muscular physique.

The little girl clearly knew what they were about to do; she stood up and immediately ran towards the depths of the woods, as the dark forest was the only place she could hide.

"She's running away! She's running away!" The three men watched the spectacle with amusement, not bothering to stop the little girl from stopping the man who was undressing, but simply laughing and shouting. "Hahaha... Go after her!"

The little girl stared intently at the distant woods, running for her life. The soft sand beneath her feet slowed her down. The man threw his pants aside and gave chase.

However, halfway there, she was caught by the naked man and tackled to the ground.

"Thump!" She was tackled and fell, her face landing on the soft sand, fine sand covering her rosy cheeks.

"Let's see where you run now!" The man pressed down on the little girl's back.

"Oh!" The other three men, seeing the little girl caught so easily, showed disappointment at the lack of amusement. "Ouch~~"

the little girl cried out urgently. She kicked the man repeatedly, but he remained unmoved.

The man grabbed the little girl's ankles with each hand and lifted her up by the ankles. The little girl twisted and turned desperately, but she couldn't stop the man from spreading her legs apart, the small gap between her calves appearing even more rosy in the reddish glow of the setting sun.

"Your pussy always looks so pink and tender." The man said, reaching out to caress her tiny slit. His fingers parted the smooth, pink labia, revealing the small opening, glistening with a pinkish sheen.

"Ugh...ugh..." she cried out in alarm, looking at the man.

Suddenly, the man's fingers slipped inside, and the little girl's body stiffened and trembled.

"Your pussy isn't wet enough." The man's fingers stirred inside. "The tightness is acceptable." He commented, then pushed his fingers deeper inside, scratching the mysterious spot with his fingertip. "It would be better if there was more lustful fluid."

The little girl felt a strange sensation inside her body and kept twisting her waist, trying to get the stirring fingers to leave her body. But her writhing and contracting only excited the man more.

"Hahaha... You can't take it this quickly?" The man said, increasing the speed and vibrating his fingers inside.

"Ugh..." She twisted her head, opening her mouth to bite the man in front of her, but couldn't reach him.

The little girl writhed a few times, then her whole body suddenly stiffened, "Ah..." a low growl as if something was stuck in her throat. Then, a liquid flowed from between the little girl's thighs.

"Haha... This little girl actually peed." The man laughed, and before the liquid had finished flowing, he spread her legs apart with both hands and lifted them higher.

With her hands tied behind her back and no support, the little girl's entire face was pressed against the sand. In this position, with her legs higher than her head, the liquid flowing from between her legs instead flowed down her body to her shoulders and dripped onto the sand.

The man's erect penis was aimed at her vulva, thrusting in and out until it was inside her.

"Ah..." Perhaps the penis was too large, because although the little girl was already wet, she still cried out in pain. But because her face was pressed against the sand, her open mouth swallowed sand instead.

I could only watch helplessly as the little girl was raped, but because there were so many enemies, if I rushed out now, it would probably be useless and I would only lose my life.

The man then grabbed her legs with both hands and began thrusting in and out in a manner similar to doggy style. "Oh... ah... ah..."

The little girl's body trembled as she endured the man's thrusts. Although her waist twisted from side to side, her legs were firmly held, leaving her helpless as the large, ruthless weapon entered and exited without restraint.

"So tight, so good... fuck, so good!" the man roared, violently twisting his waist as he thrust in and out.

"Brother Xian, you can enjoy it, but don't hurt her. We need her later." The three men beside him, seeing him yelling and shouting, worried he might use too much force and quickly reminded him.

"When have I ever... mistreated you?" the man said, not forgetting his thrusting motion, twisting his waist and thrusting forward.

Perhaps urged on by someone, the man's thrusting frequency increased. The "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh indicated the increased force, and the little girl's body swayed with the sound.

"Huff...huff..." The man's breathing gradually intensified, his muscles contracting and clenching under the weight of the little girl. He released her right hand and instead grabbed her arm, which was tied behind her back. With a gentle lift, he lifted the little girl into the air.

The little girl's right leg lost its support and swayed with each thrust; her left leg was raised even higher, widening the angle between her legs. Her right hand was lifted, and her face, which had been lying on the sand, was lifted away, swaying with the force of the man's thrusts, her long hair fluttering.

"Oh...oh..." The man panted, but his strength remained undiminished. Instead, he lifted the little girl even higher, her body arching backward, revealing her muscular abs.

"Almost...almost...ah...ah...ahhhhh..." The man increased the frequency of his body's vibrations, lifting the little girl and

causing her to sway with each thrust, looking from a distance like a heavy machine gun being fired at a hillside. "Oh..." the man roared, the accelerating vibrations suddenly slowing down, and then he used his last bit of strength to thrust the little girl high into the air. The man's abdominal muscles twitched a few times, and an unknown white fluid seeped from their point of contact, running down his thighs.

The man threw the little girl onto the sand, only then realizing that she was arched, stiff, and trembling, her eyes staring blankly ahead. White fluid was still seeping from her vagina, dripping onto the dry sand.

The other three men saw the man put the little girl down and rushed over, only to find that she had already fainted.

"Why did you knock her out?"

"Are we supposed to drug and rape her?"

"Brother Xian, you're going too far. You'll loosen her up if you do it like this."

The man, having released his desire, put his clothes back on and said, "What does it matter? She should regain her strength by tomorrow." "

Oh..." The three men, not daring to confront him, had lost interest and left.

That night, they lit a fire and cooked on the spot. I secretly ate the dried fish I carried with me, pondering how to rescue the little girl.

The little girl was too scared to cry out loud, only able to shrink to the side and sob softly. The campfire shone on her face, revealing two tear streaks, which made me want to rush out. But rushing out now, outnumbered and outgunned, would definitely be suicide.

I could only wait until they were alone or asleep before making my move. I mentally surveyed the scene, gripping the axe tightly. The bald, muscular man was the strongest; I had to start with him. As I continued my observation, I unconsciously caught a whiff of a delicious aroma, and my stomach rumbled involuntarily.

The smell of food was incredibly tempting; I could smell it from afar. They were eating, and I counted the people—four. Wait, where did one of them go?

My heart pounded. If they discovered my presence and sent someone to flank me, it would be all over. I wondered if I should change positions and escape first.

Just as I turned to flee, the bald, muscular man suddenly screamed. "Waaaaah…"

I looked down and saw him flailing his arms wildly in the air, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer…" He seemed to have gone mad. The other three were already lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs, convulsing, and foaming at the mouth.

What happened? They looked like they'd been poisoned.

"Hahaha..." At that moment, the skinny man appeared out of nowhere. He laughed and kicked the leader in the white suit, picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, pointed it to the side, and "bang."

A line of blood spurted from the back of the bald, burly man's head. He slowly lowered his hands, which had been flailing wildly in the air, and then "bang," he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the other three, ignoring their own stomach pain, scrambled to their feet and pounced on the skinny man.

The skinny man, having gotten the gun, fired three or four shots in quick succession without any mercy.

"Thank goodness..." he muttered, kicking one of the bodies over to reveal a pistol hidden underneath.

After confirming all three were dead, he turned back to the man in the white suit.

The man was still clutching his stomach, clearly in pain.

"Brother Rong, feeling bad? Want me to relieve you a little?" He smiled and brandished the pistol. "Just a 'bang,' quick."

"You...you bastard!"

The thin man smiled, seemingly unfazed by Brother Rong's angry outburst.

"Who the hell are you? You think I don't know I've been locked up in jail for five years because of your tip-off? You want me to escape and become your henchman? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Luckily, I'm the only one who survived knowing where the boss buried the money. Old Zeng was really something, trying to sneak over in a small plane to get the money, thankfully I planted the explosives." He pointed the gun at Rong Ge's head. "It's just that the letter came too early, otherwise I would have already taken the money and was living the high life. You wouldn't have a chance."

The thin man seemed unwilling to let the man in the white suit die too quickly, watching from the side, enjoying his pained expression.

Rong Ge realized his predicament and quickly roared. With his last bit of strength, he lunged at the thin man.

A gunshot rang out, and red bloodstains gradually spread across his white suit. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Haha..." The thin man laughed, gradually slumping down in exhaustion. He fell backward, dropping his pistol. Only

then did I notice a knife stuck in his chest.

I hastily buried the five bodies, and put the bags of drugs back where they were. I boarded the small boat with the little girl, taking the cash with me, and left the island.

I used the money to pay off my debts and used the rest to start some businesses. I also used my connections to adopt the little girl and even consulted an education expert to see if she could adapt to civilized society.

After returning to civilization, I began to regret having underage sex with the little girl on the island. At the time, I thought it was impossible for me to return to civilized society, and even if I had the chance, I would face being chased by creditors. But now the debts are paid off, and I've made a lot of money speculating on land and stocks, so I can finally stand on my own two feet in civilized society. But the little girl still has the habit of not liking to wear clothes and constantly rubbing against me.

At first, I hired an education expert to secretly teach her to be civilized.

But progress was always slow, and many problems arose.

Every few days, something would happen, like the little girl biting the professor, the little girl biting the neighbor's dog, or running out of the house naked. It wasn't until the little girl bit through the trachea of the neighbor's red poodle, on the advice of an education expert, that I sent her to a special education institution recommended by a special education specialist.

This meant another hush money fee. Because this kind of case was considered an exciting one by education experts, it took considerable effort to prevent them from publishing it as a paper.

"Ring~~" The phone rang in the morning, and I groggily reached for it.

"Is this Mr. Ai?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm sorry, your child has run away from the reformatory, and we are looking for her."

"What? How have you been watching her?"

"I'm sorry..."

When I turned around, I was shocked to see the little girl lying naked on top of me.

"No need to look anymore, I've found her." I hung up the phone and shook the little girl. She squirmed and opened her eyes sleepily.

"Uncle."

"Xiaoxing, why did you run back? Didn't I tell you to stay there and study obediently?" I took a piece of clothing and draped it over her. I really don't know how she got back; that institution is in the mountains, ten kilometers away from here.

"Xiaoxing, don't climb onto my bed naked like that again." I started to scold her. "I've told you countless times, make sure you're dressed properly, sleep in your own room. Don't stick your tongue out, walk on your two legs..."

"Waaah...waaah..." Tears streamed down her face as I scolded her.

I felt a pang of reluctance and stopped lecturing her. I stroked her head.

"Uncle, can we not send Xiaoxing away?"

"How will you learn to be a human being? You can't just be a dog forever, can you?"

"Uncle hasn't come to see Xiaoxing lately, Xiaoxing is so lonely all by herself..."

"Business has been very busy lately, the financial crisis made me lose nearly half my assets, I'm under a lot of pressure, I've neglected you, I'm sorry!"

"Xiaoxing, Xiaoxing misses Uncle so much..." She leaned closer and hugged my waist with both hands.

"I know." I patted her head.

"Uncle hasn't mated with Xiaoxing lately."

Hearing the word "mating," my heart skipped a beat.

"Uncle was wrong back then. You're still young, I shouldn't have..." I stopped speaking, thinking of the time we spent together on the deserted island.

"But, but Xiaoxing doesn't mind." She raised her head, looking at me with her big, dark eyes. "I like it when Uncle holds me, licks me, talks to me, and mats with me..."

"You're still a minor. What I'm doing is illegal. If others find out, I'll be arrested and locked up, and you won't be able to see me anymore." "

As long as you don't tell anyone, it's fine. Like when Xiaoxing mated with Uncle before, she didn't tell anyone."

"Besides, Uncle... whenever Xiaoxing thinks of Uncle, her pussy really wants Uncle's penis, and she can only touch her pussy alone..." She said, touching the crevice between her legs.

This was different from when she was a puppy. Over the years, her skin had become fairer, she had grown taller, and her body was more voluptuous. Her breasts were now an A-cup, and the allure of a woman approaching maturity was radiating. My fingers were wet with the honey-like fluid seeping from her vagina, so moist it was almost dripping. Although her vulva was still pink, her labia minora were a deeper red and thicker.

I was probably surprised by her growth because I hadn't seen her much these past few days.

I turned my head. "We'll do it when you're older."

"Xiaoxing is all grown up now. She's started menstruating. The teacher said Xiaoxing is a woman now," she hurriedly retorted.

"No!" I firmly forbade it.

"Awooo..." Although she could speak fluently, she would still imitate a dog's howl when she was emotional.

Seeing her distress, I felt sorry for her. Because of her special circumstances, she couldn't attend a regular primary school and had to be taught by special education specialists. Therefore, she couldn't have close interaction with children her age. Perhaps because of this, she lacked the awareness and behavior expected of someone her age.

I felt sorry for her and stroked her head. "Okay, stop crying. Put on your clothes, let's go have breakfast."

She was still sobbing when she suddenly turned around and hugged me.

"This..."

Her soft body pressed tightly against mine. At that moment, I felt a dampness on my thigh and realized that her genitals were pressed against my thigh.

For some reason, she was incredibly strong. I couldn't break free for a moment.

"Xiaoxing wants to be with Uncle like before," she said, almost crying.

"Fishing together, swimming together, sleeping together, eating together, mating together..."

I heard her, stunned for a moment, forgetting to break free.

"Doing everything together, Xiaoxing doesn't want to be alone..."

"Waaah...waaah..."

Seeing her face covered in tears, I honestly couldn't bear it.

She had difficulty making friends her own age, her social circle was small, she didn't go out often, and lately even I hadn't been taking care of her much.

I don't know why, but I reached out and hugged her. Her body was gradually becoming fuller, and I could almost feel her bones; all

I could feel in my arms was the smoothness of a young girl's skin. Looking at her tear-streaked face, I kissed her tenderly. The moment our lips met, a soft, smooth sensation filled our mouths, our tongues entwining. Her eyes were closed, lost in the blissful kiss.

At that moment, my reason crumbled, and my hands roamed over her body. My left hand pressed against her breast, small and soft, completely within my grasp. My right hand explored the wetness between her legs. Her

small, pink nipples were already hard, and her love juices were flowing freely; she twisted her waist to meet my touch.

"Mmm...uh..." Her lips murmured softly near mine, her warm breath spreading across her cheeks. My fingers were probing that slippery spot.

The small, pink pearl hidden between her labia was hard and palpable; with each touch of my finger, her body stiffened as if electrocuted, followed by a soft moan.

"Mmm...oh..." Her body trembled, her legs clamping tightly around my hand. Did she want my fingers to stay? Or did she want them to stay?

A warm rush of fluid gushed out, washing over my fingers. Her reaction made the answer obvious.

So my middle finger slid into her warm, moist opening, while my index finger still gently held her erect clitoris. My fingers lightly touched the inner walls, plucking at the layers of wrinkles, like strumming the strings of a violin, and she emitted melodious, alluring sounds.

"Mmm...ah..." She looked at me with hazy eyes, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Pleasant breaths escaped from her small red lips, making panting sounds.

I unceremoniously spread her legs, revealing her secret little slit.

Fine, soft hairs had grown on her mons pubis, a different kind of allure from its previous smoothness. The little red nipple, half-hidden in the wrinkles, was excitedly engorged. Her small red lips were bright red and glistening, opening and closing slightly with her excitement.

I couldn't help but lower my head and gently kiss her small lips, my tongue tracing pleasurable circles on her clitoris.

She twisted her waist, her body tensed, her labia contracted and relaxed, and the nectar within gushed out, spreading across my tongue—a salty taste with a hint of girlish allure, as delicious as jade nectar, quenching my thirst without irritating my stomach.

Her clitoris on my tongue was already hard, like a freshly cooked red bean. I gently sucked on it, afraid of accidentally breaking it. The little girl whimpered and cried out, like a little oriole at dawn.

Unbeknownst to me, her body stiffened and trembled as I gave her my final lick. Her voice suddenly rose and then vanished, replaced by a tight sob in her throat. Her little bottom tightened, her body arching and motionless. Her legs clamped together, gripping my head tightly.

Her trembling body relaxed after two or three seconds, the tightness in her throat eased, and her panting returned, but her body was already limp.

"Huff, huff..." she gasped, clutching my hand. Her vagina felt empty after the orgasm.

"Uncle..." she couldn't wait any longer, her little bottom wriggling anxiously, yearning for my penetration.

"Quick... come in quickly," she cried out.

My penis was already erect, pressing between her legs, ready to plunge into her warm little hole with just a little effort.

"It's in," I said. It slid in instantly, the warm, wet sensation enveloping my penis.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, her hips twisting upwards, our pubic bones pressed tightly together.

I thrust in and out continuously, my penis scraping in and out of the folds of her vaginal walls.

Those days on the deserted island seemed to return. A gentle breeze blew, the sun shone warmly on our bodies, the little girl's moans, my panting, and the birdsong in the woods blended into a symphony.

"Oh... oh..." her slightly parted lips conveyed her pleasure, her writhing body responding to my thrusts. Sweat glistened on their skin, and heat rose from their bodies. They transformed into animals, burning with lust.

Her vagina began to tighten, her hands gripping my back tightly, her legs hooked around my waist, and her whole body trembled.

My thrusts felt even more tingling due to the tightness of her vagina. After months without release, my body went numb, my mind went blank, and I shuddered, my pubic bone pressing tightly against hers as my penis plunged deep inside, releasing a gush of thick, white semen.

As I ejaculated, I remembered she was menstruating, and a sense of unease washed over me. But her satisfied expression and her legs, still tightly wrapped around me, remained.

I thought for a moment, then decided to give her the morning-after pill later. I held her and gently stroked her hair, letting my penis slowly shrink inside her.

I spoke with an education expert for several days. He told me about the little girl's condition. He said that although her behavior was human-like, she still identified as an animal at heart. If she lived in a human environment for a long time, she might die young.

I thought about it for a long time and finally made a decision. I used my remaining wealth to buy the island so that the little girl could run and swim naked on it.

I also built an underground base on the island, equipped with water, electricity, gas, air conditioning, telephone, internet, and other facilities for my future needs.

Even more noteworthy is that there is life in her uterus, although it is only slightly bulging now, and new puppies should be born in eight months.

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