"I'm here to assassinate, so why am I in the toilet now?"
Yes, as a female assassin of a killer hiring company, I am in a very embarrassing situation now. My mission was to assassinate the president of a rival company in this sprawling shopping mall, but it just so happened that the group B, who was with me, was spotted by the president's security a few minutes ago.
Now that the whole plan is exposed, for safety's sake, I can only temporarily hide in the women's toilet cubicle for a while. There are plainclothes security patrolling all over the place, and until the company sends someone to rescue me, I'm going to die.
This cubicle has been marked "under maintenance" by me, at least so far I'm safe...
wait, someone's coming?
Accompanied by the sound of small leather shoes "ping, ping, ping", I saw a girl hurriedly rushing into the women's toilet through the crack of the compartment door, and got into the vacant compartment next door without looking back. It was followed by a rustling sound of running water.
"17 years old, height 164.... weight, about 90?" I listed a series of intuitively observed data interestingly, "It seems to be suffocated, little sister." The
girl Her forehead was drooping with loose French bangs, and her long wavy hair was draped behind her head and draped over her shoulders elegantly. Under the bangs, the delicate facial features are as delicate as dolls, and the elegant yet lovely makeup adds a lot to the girl's face. It can be seen that the girl dressed up for a long time before going out.
She was wearing a neat JK uniform. The light gray suit was open lazily, a star-spotted tie hung on the chest under the suit, and the hem of the shirt was neatly tucked into the burgundy plaid skirt. Pure white cotton socks wrapped the girl's delicate calf, and on her feet were a pair of shiny black leather shoes.
I looked down at my own aunt-level outfit, loose shorts and short sleeves, a pair of sandals and bare feet, and no bra. This kind of clothing looks very hidden in the crowd. The only difference from ordinary people is that I have special marks on my short sleeves for easy identification. But now, the people in group B have already received their lunch boxes, and it is not safe to wear this set of special marks on their bodies. The most urgent task at the moment is to find a way to escape, and it is a good choice to change into the clothes of the little girl next door.
The sound of running water slowly stopped, followed by the sound of pulling clothes. I stood up slowly, took out a slender skein from my pocket and held it in my hand, gently squeezed the toilet door open with my shoulders, trying not to make any noise, and hunched over to approach the prey that was about to come out of the cage.
The girl pushed open the toilet door and stepped lightly out of the compartment. She wears a pair of bluetooth headphones in her ears - it looks like the little kid won't notice the danger at all. Then I don't have to hide
- I jumped up, and before the girl could react, a coil of twisted wire was wrapped tightly around her neck. Then the big arm violently exerted force, and the girl's thin body was pulled directly into my arms and dragged to the compartment behind me.
The girl panicked and kicked back with her limbs, which was not a threat at all to the trained me. The cry for help was firmly stuck by the taut twisted wire, and turned into a "woooo" sound hanging on the lips. I dragged her into a small cubicle, sat on the floor, locked her bouncing body into my arms, and wrapped my feet around her from behind, holding down her twisting body and kicking. thigh.
The scent of perfume and softener wafted into my nostrils along the strands of her hair on my face. Her hands helplessly dig through the twisted wire that was drawn deep into her skin, trying to get even a trace of air. Every now and then the shoes kicked against the toilet partition, making a chaotic thud. I had to separate a leg and press her disobedient foot, so as not to attract attention from outsiders.
"Be quiet, little sister!" I viciously whispered a few words in her ear, trying my best to tighten the twisted wire in my hand.
Unexpectedly, this sentence aroused the girl's more intense struggle. There were several twists that almost broke out of my control, and my legs also broke free from the suppression and kicked around. In the violent twisting, even a small leather shoe was thrown away. It fell to the floor outside the compartment with a chirp. But I could feel that this poor little action was slowly diminishing—there wasn't much oxygen left in her body. I suddenly felt a hint of coolness on my arm - the white foam from the girl's mouth was slowly flowing onto my arm. If it weren't for the "sewage work" that I had just done, my crotch would have been a sea of water now.
Accompanied by the increasingly weak "uhh" sound, the girl twitched a few times like an electric shock, her legs were unnaturally tense, and then she slowly collapsed into my arms, her hands also felt unwilling from her neck. Like slumping down. I gently loosened the twisted wire, reached out and touched the girl's red-purple neck—the pulse had stopped, and the little guy was completely dead.
A sigh-like sound came out of her mouth slowly—this might be the last breath in her body, but obviously, this breath could not save the poor girl.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, I had no grievances with you. Who told you to break in at this time?"
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, put my hands into the girl's warm armpits and slowly moved the meat away from me, and laid it flat on the floor next to me. The small compartment couldn't hold the corpse, and one of the girl's legs drooped awkwardly outside the compartment. I can only move my outstretched leg in, and secretly rejoice in my heart that no one has noticed what happened in the toilet just now.
The girl's face was not as distorted as I had imagined. The lipstick-smeared lips were slightly open, and the white foam overflowed from the mouth and slowly flowed down the slightly purple cheeks. His bloodshot eyes were half-opened and looked up at the ceiling, looking dull and empty. There were still unshed tears in the corners of her eyes-perhaps this death was so sudden for the girl that she didn't even have time to cry. Her forehead was full of beads of sweat left when she struggled, and her bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead. I gently brushed the girl's messy hair, took off the Bluetooth headset and put it on my ear.
"Kenshi Yonezu?"
I hummed to the music and reached out to the girl's suit pocket. There are not many things in the pocket, a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, a lipstick and a small mirror. I took the keys - if I had to, I had to "stay overnight" at the poor little one's house for the night.
The phone is facial recognition. I roughly turned the girl's face over to face the phone, and the recognition was successful.
A dozen unread messages popped up on WeChat, all of which seemed to be sent by girlfriends. The girl's real name is Wang Menghan. Today, she was out shopping with a group of best friends, and by coincidence, I bumped into her. Several other girls seemed impatient, asking her why she didn't go out of the toilet, while sending a few pictures of milk tea, "We bought you milk tea." I imitated the tone of Wang Menghan's chat log, and replied, "You guys go first, I'll encounter something" - at least put these guys away first, so as not to be recognized.
Her parents had little contact with her. Looking at the chat records, it should be that both of them were traveling abroad. No matter what, the two of them could not have imagined that their well-behaved daughter was now humiliated and tragically killed in the toilet.
There aren't many things in the photo album, the girls' life photos, the emoji packs from netizens, and a lot of danmei color pictures that I can't understand, other than that, there is nothing meaningful. There is still one or two hundred yuan in Alipay, although it is not much, I can borrow some temporarily before the company finds me. I turned off the phone's face recognition and password, and put the phone aside.
I stood up, carefully stepped over the corpse and walked out of the compartment, picking up the shoe that was just thrown away. The small leather shoes are made of genuine leather, and the upper seems to be finely polished. When you get close, you can smell the fragrance of leather products. Of course, the sour smell of girls' feet is also indispensable. In the early summer, the feet are always covered. In the airtight leather shoes, you will definitely get sweaty. I took a closer look at the soles - "size 37", a size smaller than me but able to wear, the problem of changing shoes should be solved.
Back in the cubicle, I closed the cubicle door, and I quickly took off my short-sleeved shorts and threw them aside. It is not easy to undress people in a small space. I grabbed the arms of the corpse and made a small half circle around the squatting pit, turning the direction of the corpse from feet out to head out, and then put the two legs of the corpse. It stands upright on the back wall.
The plaid skirt on his legs drooped down, revealing the pure white panties under the skirt and the sanitary napkin under the pants. There was a light yellow urine stain on the edge of the panties. It seemed that the child had not urinated cleanly just now. "Girls who don't wear safety pants are rare these days." I sighed and pulled the shoe off the girl's other foot.
The sour smell of sweat broke free with the liberation of my feet, and a brain rushed into my nostrils. It must have been stuffy in the leather shoes all day, the soles of the socks were wet, and there were slight yellow marks on the soles and heels. I grabbed Wang Menghan's feet and put them on my face in a nasty way, and felt the warm air flow slowly past my cheeks - I wasn't a foot controller, but after I killed a female guard on a mission , the smell of those military boots was deeply imprinted in my mind. Every time I've assassinated a female target since then, I've had a vulgar taste of the target's feet.
At this moment, the fragrance of cotton socks, the sour smell of sweat, the faint body fragrance of the girl, and the lingering smell of leather all rushed into my nostrils. My aroused sexual desire urged me to hook the socks of my feet with my fingertips. With a slight lift, the two pairs of cotton socks were peeled off, leaving Wang Menghan's delicate feet naked in front of me.
I tossed it casually, and the smelly sock just landed on Wang Menghan's face. In the past, this eldest lady would probably throw away the socks on her face in disgust, but now, she doesn't care and will never be able to deal with these things.
"Is it smelly? This is your own masterpiece."
Wang Menghan's feet are pink and slender, with almost no obvious calluses. It seems that this beautiful girl does not exercise much, so she can maintain a slender and well-proportioned figure. Live in a pampered environment. Under the fair skin, blue-purple blood vessels can be vaguely seen. The toes are neatly arranged together and slightly curled down. I don’t know if the girl’s toes are like this, or the strangulation just now was so painful that her whole foot All bend inwards. I moved my toes with great interest. Wang Menghan's toenails were painted with dark red nail polish, and they were painted very carefully. I must have put a lot of effort into the feet.
"Who can see such a cute foot? Hehe, it seems that only I can see it."
I smiled and stuck out my tongue, licking Wang Menghan's sole. Different from the stink I imagined, her feet had a very light sweaty sour smell and an indescribable fragrance. I opened my mouth and put my toes in my mouth, sucked it thinly, and the delicate and soft foot fragrance slowly spread in my mouth. When I let go, Wang Menghan's soles and toes were full of my saliva, which looked more crystal clear under the dim light of the toilet.
Leaving my legs aside, I leaned over to take off Wang Menghan's suit. On the chest of her suit hangs a small breastplate with a string of Japanese names printed on it. Maybe these little girls who love fantasy are still imagining which Japanese drama they are the heroine of - unfortunately, the reality is cruel, and the fate of this poor little girl is not as good as the villain who was justly executed in the movie in my opinion. I bent the left arm of the corpse, took it out from the sleeve of the suit, then grabbed the cuff of the suit on the right arm and yanked it, and the whole dress was pulled out from under Wang Menghan, causing her torso and slender arms to vibrate some time. Under the suit is a short-sleeved shirt, and several buttons on the shirt have been ripped apart in the struggle, revealing the fair skin under the clothes. The tie was almost crumpled and twisted over his chest.
Wang Menghan's shirt has been soaked with sweat, and the two sweat stains under the creaking nest must be very indecent in normal times, but it doesn't matter to me now. I reached out and pulled the hem of my shirt out of the plaid skirt, unbuttoning a few buttons one by one. Shirt aside, a black lace-trimmed bra was revealed to me. Wang Menghan's breasts are not as big as I imagined, but as a 17-year-old girl, her round breasts are quite mature. I pulled open my bra little by little, reached out and touched Wang Menghan's soft tits, which were soft and girly. The nipples are pink and tender, slightly upright, in line with the orgasm characteristics of suffocation and death. I involuntarily leaned down and took a sip. Although I couldn't inhale anything, I still felt great satisfaction when a girl's body fragrance and perspiration hit my lips.
Unfastening the tie around her neck, she slowly pulled the girl's arms out of her shirt. Accompanied by the movement of peeling off my shirt, my pure white arms waved back and forth feebly and fell to the floor, with the crisp sound of fingernails hitting the ground. Wang Menghan's left shoulder is printed with a very European and American love, and a boy's name is written in graceful handwriting next to it. I stretched out my hand and wiped it, and the flowers appeared as soon as I wiped it. It seemed that it was just a scribble with a marker pen, and it was just drawn not long ago. Wang Menghan doesn't have this name in his WeChat account. Could it be the meaningless unrequited love of a young girl in the early days of love? .
When I see this situation on weekdays, I will definitely become a life mentor to impart some emotional experience, but now I am a dead person after all, so I can only sigh.
"Children now... ah..."
I put my hand through Wang Menghan's spotless armpit, I felt the button of the bra, and the lace underwear slipped off my chest with a crisp sound. . The two lumps of meat bounced up violently as if they had been liberated, swayed a few times and then slid to the sides with gravity. Although I have already tasted it just now, I don't mind putting my hands on Wang Menghan's warm twin peaks and kneading these two tender white meats vigorously. The nipples stood quietly like grapes in the pink areola, exuding a girl's unique body fragrance from time to time.
I let go of my breasts and move my fingers down. The girl's lower abdomen was bound by the plaid skirt, squeezing out a small lump of cute fat. The belly was white and delicate, dotted with the belly button, and I couldn't help but touch it with my hands - it was soft, and there seemed to be undigested food and fluids flowing through the body. I didn't dare to press hard, after all, I managed to catch a target without major incontinence, and I didn't want to go out in a wet skirt.
I adjusted the waist of the skirt a little, grabbed the waist of the skirt with my fingers, and yanked Wang Menghan's plaid skirt straight off. Along the knee, the skirt was pulled aside by me all the way. The white and smooth thighs occasionally twitch twice, which is the normal reaction of a dead person, not surprising.
I tore off Wang Menghan's underwear and sanitary pads - finally, I took off all the clothes on the whole body. I grabbed my panties and sniffed it close. The smell was full of urine and a faint fragrance.
Wang Menghan's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and the pink and tender flesh was sewn into it, slightly expanding to both sides like petals, squeezing out a cloud of turbid vaginal secretions. This fresh abalone appears to have been used. I stretched out my fingers and gently poked inward along the fluid-soaked vagina, but felt a little bit of resistance.
"Hymen? No, sister, it's so miserable."
Another poor little boy who has only played with small toys. Even if it is a small toy, Wang Menghan is very careful when using it, so as not to hurt the hymen and leave a bad impression on the boyfriend who does not exist in the future. It's a pity that all this can only stay in the fantasy of the girl after all. I don't know if Wang Menghan, before his death, had any regrets, regretting that he didn't even have a complete sexual experience in his life?
Picking up the lipstick she just took out of her pocket from the ground, she gently inserted it into the seam of the flesh. With the force of the fingers and a violent push, the road ahead suddenly became clear. I stirred my fingers back and forth in the empty vagina, flipping the lipstick that was deep in it, until the love liquid covered my fingertips, and then I slowly pulled out the lipstick with a little blood on its head.
"Does it hurt, baby?" I stretched out my other hand and stroked Wang Menghan's warm face. The girl's eyes were still empty, I gently stroked my forehead, pressed down, and closed Wang Menghan's dull eyes. The girl's eyelashes were slightly curled up, and the orange eyeshadow seemed to be dotted with a few grains of fluorescent powder, shining like stars in the light. If it weren't for the white foam on his lips and his purple face, Wang Menghan would be as quiet and elegant as a princess who had just fallen asleep.
The clothes have arrived. I changed into Wang Menghan's clothes one by one. This is the first time I have worn such a girl's clothes. Although I am only 23 years old this year, my parents have raised me like a man since I was a child, and I dress almost like a man. Same. When Wang Menghan's bra was placed on his chest, even though it wasn't tight, I still felt a very uncomfortable feeling of restraint. I didn't like wearing this kind of underwear very much before.
The socks and shoes fit just right, and they still have the residual warmth of a girl. After I put on my uniform and tie, I stuffed my phone and keys into my pockets, and then, like a Douyin internet celebrity, I did a few girly gestures towards the corpse.
"From today on, I'm Wang Menghan." I pointed to her nose, smirked and stomped on her soft belly. Sure enough, another pool of pale yellow urine seeped out from under her butt and dripped into the squatting pit in the center of the compartment.
"So much soup and drinking milk tea, really..."
I suddenly remembered something, took out my phone, and found a few more messages from my girlfriends a few minutes ago.
"Ah? Your bag is still with me."
"Are you in trouble, do you want us to go to the toilet to help you?"
"??? Say something acridine"
"What's the matter? Are you unhappy again?
" Don't worry, I'll let them go first, I'll come to the toilet to find you, wait for me."
...
broken.
Sure enough, just after putting down the phone, there was another sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor. Then came an anxious and slightly puzzled cry: "Wang Menghan?"
I walked out through the seam of the compartment, and there was a girl with double ponytails standing at the door of the toilet. The girl wears a pair of cute big round glasses on her nose, and the elegant makeup makes this baby's fat face look very well-behaved.
Like Wang Menghan, the girl's height of about 166 is slightly short, her body is more symmetrical than Wang Menghan, and her weight is about 95. The girl was wearing a dark black breast-protecting skirt with a long skirt that didn't reach her knees, revealing her calves wrapped in black stockings. Wearing Martin boots out of time on your feet will inevitably cause sore sweat in the hot summer.
The girl is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a dark blue bow tie around her neck. With two different styles of satchels hanging on her shoulders, and two cups of milk tea in her hands, she looked very embarrassed.
From Wang Menghan's WeChat Moments, I found that the person at the door is Li Jiayue. It seems that this little girl has a good relationship with Wang Menghan. That being the case, I do not hesitate to give you this opportunity to return to the West with my good sister.
"Wang Menghan? Are you in there?...How come there is such a heavy smell of urine...in the toilet, you won't be able to urinate all outside the toilet..."
Li Jiayue was obedient. Standing at the door of the cubicle, perhaps not wanting to disturb someone who is going to the toilet. Of course, including me, there are only two living people in the entire toilet.
"Good boy with good manners," I said as I pushed open the compartment door and walked out.
Li Jiayue was stunned for a moment, and stared at me with fear and doubt - after seeing that I was dressed exactly like Wang Menghan, she seemed a little frightened, but she didn't know what was going on, and stood there in astonishment.
"Your name is Li Jiayue?" I said directly, leaning towards her step by step.
"Yes...Yes...Excuse me..."
Before she could finish speaking, I suddenly pulled out my hand to cover Li Jiayue's small mouth, and kicked her soft belly with a bang. With a painful "um" coming from between her fingers, before Li Jiayue could react, she was pressed against the wall of the toilet by me covering her mouth and nose.
Two cups of milk tea rolled to the floor in an instant. My whole body was attached to Li Jiayue's body, suppressing her struggling body. Li Jiayue's face turned purplish red in a short while, her wide eyes staring helplessly and panic-stricken at me - this stranger who inexplicably wanted to kill her.
She tried to push me away with her arms and to break my fingers covering my nose and mouth, but this painless resistance was useless in front of me - soon, the two snow-white arms were like dead branches in the wind The swaying, purposeful shoving and resistance turned into meaningless waving.
The girl's breathing became more and more rapid under the palm of her hand, and at this moment, another sound came from outside the door. A woman with a shopping bag swayed into the toilet.
I quickly turned the girl's head to one side, covered the palm that covered Li Jiayue's mouth and nose with my hair, and put my head up - it looked like a perverted lesbian who was kissing a girl forcibly. The other hand was pulled out to hold the girl's waving arm, so that this guy's little hand would not reveal my actions.
The lady turned her head and looked at me. Maybe she was still a little confused, but when she saw the two cups of milk tea falling on the ground, she smiled knowingly and walked into the compartment.
"Hmm... help... help..." Li Jiayue was desperately trying to shout something, but in the sound of my pressing and the scratching of Martin boots, the sound was just seems insignificant. The palm of my hand was already full of the girl's body fluid. I leaned against her ear and said in a low voice with a weird smile: "Hold on, it will be fine soon. In addition, the perfume smells really good...
Madam stepped out. In the cubicle, I walked out of the toilet without turning my head. Li Jiayue's eyes gradually turned from anger to pleading. Two lines of hot tears rolled out from her eyes and dripped onto my tense palms. I quickened my actions and pressed her weaker down harder. The body, I want this little guy to quickly consume the air in the body.
I felt that my feet were getting slippery and slippery, and when I looked down, this little cutie was actually incontinent at this time. The yellowish urine slid down the black silk to the Martin boots, and was scattered on the floor from the upper. The girl's legs no longer kicked like before, but were tightly clamped together, as if she wanted to protect her last dignity as a girl. "Look, it's all your fault for drinking too much milk tea. Don't be so greedy in your next life." Seeing Li Jiayue's eyes gradually turning white, I no longer tried as hard as before, but relaxed a little, quietly admiring the girl's last struggle time.
The struggle is getting smaller and smaller, and the palms of the hands are gradually unable to feel any breathing. I let go slightly, and Li Jiayue slid down slowly against the wall, sitting in the big pool of urine just now, shaking slightly unnaturally from time to time. To be on the safe side, I leaned down and covered her nose and mouth for a short period of time, making sure that Li Jiayue's pulse had already stopped beating before I put my hand back and wiped the saliva from my hands on the corpse's clothes.
Li Jiayue's eyes turned white, and even though she wore dark red lipstick, she could still see obvious bluishness on her lips. Silky saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping all the way down to her bow tie. Unlike Wang Menghan, Li Jiayue's expression was filled with pain and unwillingness visible to the naked eye. I took off her glasses and closed my eyes gently, lest this terrifying face spoil my mood.
Then I raised the arms of the corpse, stretched my hands under my armpits, hugged Li Jiayue's upper body, and dragged it backwards into the compartment where the other corpse was hidden.
"Okay, now you two good sisters can be together forever... can't you?"
I dragged Li Jiayue's body to the corner of the cubicle and kept the body sitting against the partition. The legs of the corpse were placed on Wang Menghan's chest, like two people playing in the student dormitory.
There are no pockets on Li Jiayue's clothes. I pulled down two bags to see what I could find.
The first bag is obviously Wang Menghan's. The bag was stuffed with makeup that could be for touch-ups, as well as small items like sunscreen, masks, ID cards and student IDs. Another bag was stuffed with Li Jiayue's mobile phone and power bank, as well as a stack of portable sanitary pads and several condoms.
Li Jiayue's mobile phone is fingerprint unlocked. I grabbed my arm, and she had very delicate manicures on her fingers, and in addition to the hair tie, there was a silver-white bracelet hanging on her wrist - it looked a bit rustic, maybe it was an amulet or a family heirloom handed down from the ancestors.
Unlocking my phone, I flipped through WeChat as before. No one asked her about the toilet, and it seemed that her good sisters had been shunned by her. The only unread messages were from family and boyfriend: her mother urged her to go home early and not play out too late. And the content of the chat with her boyfriend was nothing more than a little mess between those little lovers. The boy wanted to invite her to watch a movie at night, and he even bought a late-night show. Seeing this, and thinking of the condoms in my bag, I smiled knowingly - after all, my boyfriend would never have thought that his well-designed plan was now in jeopardy.
Li Jiayue just posted a circle of friends a few minutes ago, probably complaining that she was dragging a bunch of things in her hand to the toilet to find someone, and also posted a screenshot of the last chat record with "me", which is the content I posted. .
Perhaps because of bad taste, I opened Wang Menghan's mobile phone and commented on Li Jiayue's Moments: "I have already reminded you, so don't blame me for running in."
I put down the mobile phone and picked up Li Jiayue's with great interest. One leg, holding the little foot in Martin boots in his hand. The boots are made of patent leather, the surface is shiny and neat, reflecting the light from the ceiling above the head, and a very simple bear pattern is printed on the heel of the boots, which is completely invisible if you look carefully. I used my fingers to open the laces of my martin boots, pulled it back, and I ripped off the whole boot with a puff.
As I expected, another strong smell of sweat gushed out from it, slowly dispersing in the air. The girl's black stockings had been soaked in sweat all day, and the pink soles were clearly visible under the stockings, whether it was soaked in sweat or caused by long-term wear and tear. The toes painted with white toenail polish were evenly arranged in the stockings, slightly curled up, as if they had been squeezed out of shape.
Putting the boots down, a wisp of liquid slowly flowed out from the mouth of the boots—perhaps the sweat accumulated in the boots, or the urine poured into them after incontinence. I pinched the soles of the girl's feet. Unlike Wang Menghan, who takes good care of her feet, Li Jiayue can feel some fine calluses on the soles of her feet-perhaps it has something to do with Li Jiayue's fondness for sports?
Curiously, I lifted the long skirt on my legs and reached out to touch my thighs. Li Jiayue's legs are tight and well-proportioned, and it is obvious that she has exercised for a long time. "Oh, I can't tell you're a bodybuilder." The
girl's stockings were tucked into her safety pants. I took the boss's strength to pull the wet safety pants out of her crotch, and I also took off the stockings on the leg where I took off the boots. One of Li Jiayue's feet was already bare in front of my eyes. As with Wang Menghan, I stuck out my tongue and licked Li Jiayue's feet, feeling the smell of sour sweat and the fragrance of the girl's feet spreading in my mouth.
Putting this foot down, I pulled up the other leg and took off the martin boots that bound the girl's feet. Like the foot just now, this one also had a strong sour smell under the boots. Through the stockings, I can see that there is a necklace-like thing hanging on the girl's ankle, but I didn't take off the stockings on this leg out of curiosity - two legs, one black and one white, this scene is a little funny But there is a touch of art. I proudly looked at the "art" in front of me, and reached out to touch Li Jiayue's wet and yellow underwear.
Li Jiayue actually shaved off her pubic hair, which is really beyond my expectation. The neat pores are obviously just shaved today. I touched her pink abalone, poked the flesh slightly open, and put my fingers inward. The vagina was full of the love liquid secreted by the girl before she died, and through the circles of "lubricating oil", I touched something familiar again. It seems that like Wang Menghan, Li Jiayue is also a little virgin.
Maybe the boyfriend who asked her to watch a movie at night had already booked a room at this time, but unfortunately the two never had the chance to see each other again.
"I don't want to wait to go to bed tonight."
Picking up the lipstick that Wang Menghan had broken before, I inserted it into Li Jiayue's lower body again, pushed hard, and a strand of blood slowly dripped from under her.
"There should be no regrets now, little sister."
Putting aside the straps of the breast protection skirt, I unbuttoned Li Jiayue's shirt. Li Jiayue's chest is much smaller than Wang Menghan's, and she has a chest pad under her orange underwear as if she was deceiving herself. But in a horizontal comparison of most girls aged sixteen or seventeen, it should be considered a normal size.
I took Li Jiayue's arms out of the V-shaped straps and pulled the skirt all the way down to the lower abdomen. Then, as before, take off your close-fitting shirt little by little. A milky scent wafted from Li Jiayue's clothes. I couldn't help but lie on her chest and take a deep breath. I reached out and unbuttoned my bra, watching the underwear and breast pads slide down in front of my eyes.
The girl's nipples were pink and translucent, surrounded by a pale pink areola. I carefully teased the erect nipple with my fingertips, and slowly slid along the nipple to the lower abdomen. His stomach was still warm, and he could vaguely feel the unformed vest line. I poke my belly button with my fingertips, and from time to time there will be undischarged urine flowing out from between my crotch.
I leaned over to lick my nipples, and the milk-like scent of my body almost brought me back to the days when I was a child, snuggled in my mother's arms every day. The girl's skin was white and flawless, so I pressed my body up, and pressed her under my body and rubbed her gently as if I had just killed her on the wall. I can still feel the thrill of intimate skin-to-skin contact while wearing the clothes. I began to imagine that I was in the same room with her, having a different kind of lingering on the soft bed.
A phone ringing brought my thoughts back to reality - it was Li Jiayue's mother who called, and I deliberately didn't answer. It's getting late and I've wasted too much time here, it's time to run away.
I carefully walked out of the cubicle, closed the door, and hung a "under maintenance" sign on the door. There is a huge garbage can outside the toilet, which is enough for two people if there is no accident.
When no one was paying attention, I pulled the litter box into the toilet, dragged two pools of dead meat out of the compartment, and threw it in with my butt down and my limbs up. Li Jiayue's black silk calf was unfortunately drooping outside, and she couldn't put it in. I had no choice but to take off my suit and put it on her lap. For as long as you can hide, at least to get out of the city before the body is found.
After pushing the trash can back into place, I put on the mask I scavenged from my bag and looked around briefly. There are still people coming and going in the shopping center, and in the corner, you can always see a few serious uncles, exchanging things back and forth. Don't think about it, it must be a plainclothes bodyguard.
I pretended to be calm and walked past them. Obviously, this group of people has no interest in me as a "JK girl".
Just as I was secretly delighted, there was a sudden scream in the distance behind me - I looked back, and it was exactly where I hid the body just now. The suit covering the legs fell off the trash for some reason, and Li Jiayue's half legs were directly exposed to the public.
"Oops!"
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