Chapter 5: The Young Man Saves the Beauty (1)

Chapter 5: The Young Man Saves the Beauty (1)

"Mm…"

The pitiful Luo Shuang let out a painful whimper. Her full, round ass was pressed tightly against the car, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips bitten hard as faint, barely audible moans escaped from between them.

As if deaf to everything, Mule grabbed Luo Shuang's arm with one large hand, while the other roughly tore open the crotch of her high-end flesh-colored sheer crystal stockings, yanking at her thin underwear. It was a sky-blue lace thong—its fabric at the crotch no wider than two fingers—and under Mule's forceful pulling, the fragile blue silk was stretched into a thin string, deeply wedged between her plump buttocks, rubbing against her delicate, pink pussy lips.

"Mm…"

With her eyes tightly shut, Luo Shuang endured the painful, itching friction of the lace thong grinding against her tender pussy. Her pink lips, long neglected by her husband Lu Wenxiong, were sensitive and yearning, the soft flesh sliding back and forth along either side of that thin string.

Her long, beautiful legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to close no matter how hard she tried.

As Mule deliberately pulled the thong upward, Luo Shuang couldn't bear the torment of the fabric scraping her delicate lips and pussy any longer. She could only arch her tense abdomen and lift her full ass.

"Ah…"

But her obscene lips seemed to suck at the thin string, and her attempt to lessen the pain only made it look as if she were deliberately spreading herself, showing how her pussy was being rubbed back and forth.

"No… don't… mm…"

The pitiful Luo Shuang cried out in anguish, feeling as if her already overstimulated pussy was burning with fire.

Exhausted in body and mind, she completely gave up resisting physically under the torment, but the shame in her heart still drove her to make one last attempt.

"Don't what?" Mule sneered.

"She must be telling you not to stop!" the fat man beside him jeered, laughing crudely.

The two lecherous bastards surrounded Luo Shuang's delicate body, continuing to tug at her thin lace thong, rubbing it against her pussy.

They stared at her—though she was thirty-six or thirty-seven, her pussy still looked young and pink.

Tears filled Luo Shuang's eyes. The stubbornness that once filled her gaze was gone, replaced by pure pleading.

Under the friction of the silk, her long legs were drawn and twisted, unable to fully close or open, even the tender white flesh near her inner thighs trembling.

Her ten cute toes curled tightly inside the high-end flesh-colored sheer stockings and shoes.

Her pretty little face flushed red from humiliation, bodily reaction, and the itching pain. Her small mouth parted slightly as if suppressing moans, looking as though she couldn't live or die, her entire jade-like body tinged with a faint pink hue.

Under the torment of the two bastards, Luo Shuang's slender, snake-like waist twisted weakly.

Her black hair clung to her pale forehead, and her full breasts swayed violently with every movement.

The two men opened their mouths wide, especially Mule.

Watching the **** struggle of the respectable woman beneath them, seeing her pleading eyes, they laughed obscenely.

They stared at her lower body, where her cute pussy lips, flushed with blood, opened and closed like a small fish mouth, occasionally revealed beneath the silk fabric. Mule even used his thick fingers to poke and prod them from time to time.

"Mm… don't…"

With every pinch and probe, her reactions were immediate—her thighs tensed tighter, the tender flesh trembling.

Her already flushed face, wet with tears and sweat, grew even more shamefully alluring. Her slightly parted lips revealed her small, moist tongue, glistening, while her entire body shimmered with a slick sheen of sweat.

"Don't… no… mm…"

"Don't what? Tsk, looks like it's not wet enough!" Mule rubbed his fingers together, feeling the sticky fluids from her pussy, smearing them with a mocking laugh before deliberately probing even more.

"Mm… mm…"

Under their fingers, Luo Shuang could only struggle weakly, her resistance futile. The pain made any effort useless, her body instead writhing helplessly under their hands.

Her small feet, wrapped in sheer stockings, kicked weakly. The fat man stared at them—the delicate feet small enough to fit in his hand—mesmerized by their beauty through the translucent fabric.

"Slap! Slap!" Mule struck her twice to stop her kicking.

"Mm… mm…" Luo Shuang couldn't resist the two brutal thugs. Helpless, she lay back on the car hood, crying. It seemed she could not escape tonight—she might die and still suffer such humiliation.

Seeing her give up resistance, Mule grinned wickedly and leaned down to kiss her pale neck. His left hand roughly lifted her blue sleeveless dress, while his right raised her long, stocking-clad legs, preparing to fuck her brutally.

"Cut the crap and hurry up. Finish it so we can get back and report!" the fat man said, eyes glued to the scene. Though they had done such things before, this was the first time they had seen such a gentle, respectable woman about to be **** and then killed.

"Hey, you two—need a hand?"

A voice suddenly came from the riverside woods. The fat man and Mule were startled. They hadn't noticed when someone had emerged from the trees.

The newcomer wasn't very tall, thin in build, looking like a young man. He wore a Sun Wukong mask, hiding his face, only a pair of sharp, bright eyes calmly watching them.