"Sigh..."
As dawn broke, I stood atop a building and let out a soft sigh.
I felt like so much had happened tonight. Trying to recall it all brought a dull ache to my head, especially remembering what I'd heard and seen at the Luoshen Building.
And then there were the sudden flashbacks—names etched in my heart: Xue Tang, Yu Tang, Sister Zhi Ran… fragments of memories were a jumbled mess, and I wondered when I would finally unravel the fog of those memories.
"Right, I should go check on Ling Xuan."
A moment later, I suddenly remembered another girl. She was the first one I'd met tonight, and I'd felt uneasy leaving her.
"I should go back and check on her."
Following the path I'd come by, I hurried along the building's rooftop in the last vestiges of darkness, finally arriving at Ling Xuan's house before full light.
"Hmm, why is the front door open?"
I was puzzled. If I remembered correctly… I should have closed the door before I left. With a strange sense of unease, I entered Lingxuan's house.
But as soon as I entered the living room, my heart skipped a beat.
A beautiful, naked woman lay on the sofa. Her fair, slender body was covered with patches of white film, some dry, some damp. Her two full, perky breasts bore numerous finger marks and kisses; her delicate nipples were swollen and red, almost purple, from being sucked.
Between her wide-open legs, her sparsely haired labia were tragically parted, revealing her crimson labia and folds of flesh. Her clitoris clearly showed signs of being played with, swollen like a small peanut.
The opening of her vagina was slit open, about half the size of a thumb. Through the folds and creases, a thick, white fluid trickled from the fleshy cavity, soaking a large patch of the sofa between her legs, like a painting.
The scent of a man and woman engaging in intercourse filled the small living room, making it easy to imagine what had happened.
I hurriedly moved closer, about to reach out, but then I noticed that this body was clearly more slender and athletic than Lingxuan's. Her legs and arms had long, well-defined muscles, and her breasts were larger—the kind of full breasts whose size was difficult to discern when clothed. The lower edges were rounded and plump, forming a pair of rounded orbs, the nipples like flattened snail shells, mounding with delicate pink tips.
She possessed both mature charm and a touch of girlish allure, but clearly not Lingxuan's.
But when I brushed aside the damp hair that partially covered the woman's face, I saw a delicate and pretty face. Although it wasn't Lingxuan, it bore a striking resemblance to her.
I remembered Lingxuan mentioning she had an older sister, and my heart sank.
Although we were complete strangers before, I felt a surge of affection for Lingxuan the moment I saw her, though I didn't know where that inexplicable feeling came from.
But the girl's persistence and strength left a deep impression on me. Besides, I was the one who brought her home and settled her in; how could I not feel a sense of responsibility?
Now that Lingxuan's sister was clearly raped, what about Lingxuan, who was also in the same house…?
"Ugh…"
I shook my head, about to go to Lingxuan's room, when I suddenly heard a soft moan. Looking down… the beautiful woman on the sofa, her long eyelashes fluttering, opened her watery eyes, her brows furrowed, and she groaned.
Their eyes met in an instant…
My mouth gaped open, suddenly realizing I probably couldn't explain myself clearly in this situation…
Sure enough, after taking about three seconds to understand her predicament, the beauty suddenly raised her eyebrows, her eyes flashing with a sharp light, and without a word, she kicked out.
"Ah…!"
But halfway through the kick, the beauty suddenly trembled. It turned out the kick had pulled on the ligaments in her groin. Her vulva felt hot and tingling, as if being struggled against, yet there was also a strange, tingling pleasure.
Her delicate face flushed red, but her eyes burned with even more anger, clearly convinced that this man was responsible.
She gritted her teeth and threw a punch, but even moving her lower body still caused a tingling, burning pain, from her vulva to her most intimate parts. The tingling pain extended, outlining the lingering sensation of her vagina being repeatedly stretched, scraped, and thrust into by a large object.
Although her martial arts skills were almost entirely based on her legs… right now, to subdue this shameless scoundrel and rapist, she had to endure it, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
Moreover, what she feared most now wasn't being raped herself; after losing her virginity to those men, she no longer cared about such things. But Xuanxuan absolutely couldn't…
"I… didn't…" The beauty's pink fists came flying, accompanied by a chaotic whooshing sound. It was clear she possessed considerable strength, but to me, it was still very slow. Having lost my memories of that area, I didn't know the exact difference in strength between us.
I couldn't subdue her and explain without hurting her… but continuing like this wouldn't make things clear. With no other option, I could only keep dodging.
My gaze, however, was involuntarily drawn to the dazzling waves of her breasts as she swung her fists. Those soft, perky breasts didn't seem large when still, but as they moved, they instantly created a stunning display of snow-white flesh, the two orbs swaying and bobbing, the crimson nipples rising and falling within them.
Her breasts swayed from side to side, landing on her arms, which in turn amplified their jiggle.
Noticing the man's gaze, Lingxiu felt even more ashamed and indignant. After losing her virginity, her breasts, which had been firm and pointed like bamboo shoots, had inexplicably begun to swell like inflated balloons, their heavy rims heaving with every step.
When she practiced martial arts, the swaying was unsettling, her center of gravity shifting with her breasts, making her wonder if she was even practicing any real martial arts.
And this was when she was clothed; now, completely naked, her breasts moved like playful little rabbits, as if they wanted to fly off her chest.
The thought that this whole scene had been witnessed by the rapist who had raped her made her feel dizzy and filled with unspeakable rage.
Finally, ignoring the burning pain in her thighs, she lifted her round, firm, long, and fair legs and swept them towards the man.
Between her spread thighs, two crimson labia majora were wide open, revealing the swollen, red opening of her vulva, clearly visible after being violated. The scent of vaginal fluid, semen, and sweat mingled together, indescribably alluring and aphrodisiac.
A pale, white leg swept towards me. I quickly dodged, but still narrowly escaped being brushed by her bare, tender red toes. A few drops of fragrant sweat from her soles landed on my face.
This living room was still too small, not conducive to dodging… Although I had been kicked a few times by Lingxuan's sister, it didn't seem to have caused me much of a jolt.
It was like an adult seeing a child throw a punch at them; what seemed like a sharp punch to the child appeared weak and slow to the adult.
But being kicked a few times for no reason wasn't entirely unfair. And if I really fought Lingxuan's sister, because I'd lost my martial arts memories, I wasn't entirely confident I wouldn't hurt her. "No... I..."
But the words had barely left my lips when I was met with an even sharper attack. In my attempt to explain, I was forcefully kicked by that little foot. Although I only felt a rush of blood to my head, Lingxuan's sister was instead knocked to the ground by the force of the automatic counterattack, her beautiful legs spread wide. And just then, a stream of cloudy white fluid gushed from her vagina, leaving a glistening wet trail on the floor.
Looking at the beauty's shame, anger, and despair, her gaze like that of a mortal enemy, I opened my mouth but couldn't utter a word. There was simply no way to defend myself.
However, just then, as if disturbed by the commotion in the living room, Lingxuan's bedroom door opened with a "click," and a girl with a slightly pale face, slightly disheveled hair, and a delicate and graceful figure wearing that familiar pink nightgown walked out.
It was Lingxuan.