Chapter 1: The Birth of the Soul-Splitting Camera

The afternoon sun streamed through the convention center's massive glass dome, casting dappled shadows on the gleaming marble floor. On the second day of Comiket, the crowds were even more massive than the previous day. The air was thick with the mingled scents of cosmetics, sweat, and the distinctive aroma of printed ink. Cosplayers in their colorful costumes moved through the throng, the constant clicking of camera shutters creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Lin Mo—a 19-year-old tech geek and amateur photographer—was crouching at the corner of the corridor outside the restrooms on the west side of the exhibition hall. He was wearing a dark gray hooded sweatshirt, black cargo pants, and his Sony A7III camera, which had been with him for three years, hung around his neck. At that moment, he was holding his breath, his ear pressed tightly against the wall.

On the other side of the wall, there were two women's voices.

At the end of the corridor, he saw two figures around the corner—the cosplayer on the left was wearing a blue cheongsam as Gan Yu from Genshin Impact, with long blue hair reaching her waist, the ends swaying gently. The cosplayer on the right was wearing a red armor cosplay outfit as Himeko from Honkai Impact 3.

"I can't stand those photographers." The voice was crisp and clear, tinged with obvious impatience. "They're all holding up telephoto lenses, their eyes practically glued to my chest. Vulgar."

“Xiaoyou, don’t say that…” Another voice was much gentler, but there was also a hint of helplessness in its tone, “They were just trying to take good photos.”

"Good photos?" The woman called Xiaoyou scoffed. "Sister Ya, you're just too kind. That fat guy last time, after the shoot he insisted on adding me on WeChat, saying he wanted to 'book some private photos.' Private photos? Does he think I don't know what he's up to?"

Lin Mo's fingers tightened slightly. He recognized these two cosplayers—or rather, he knew their IDs in the cosplay community. "Yin Yueyou," 25 years old, was somewhat famous in the community for her straightforward personality and D-cup figure, and mostly cosplayed mature, older-sister characters. "Bai Yuya," 23 years old, was a representative of the gentle type of cosplayer, with F-cup breasts and an elegant temperament, and had a group of loyal "healing" fans.

Lin Mo was one of Bai Yuya's fans. His hard drive contained hundreds of her cosplay photos, each one carefully color-corrected and categorized.

“But…” Bai Yuya hesitated, “they did take so many photos for us after all…”

"Help?" Yin Yueyou interrupted her. "Sister Ya, get this straight, it was us wearing these thick, hot clothes and striking exhausting poses to provide them with filming material. They should be thanking us. Besides—"

She lowered her voice, but Lin Mo still heard her clearly.

"—And I bet those photos ended up as their 'spellcasting material.' A bunch of disgusting perverts."

Lin Mo felt his cheeks burning. Anger, mixed with a sense of shame at being exposed, surged through him. He had indeed… masturbated in front of Bai Yuya's photos. More than once.

"Xiao You!" Bai Yuya's voice finally carried a hint of reproach, "Don't say such things carelessly."

“I’m not making this up.” Yin Yueyou snorted. “After the last anime convention, I overheard two photographers discussing your ‘breast shape’ outside the men’s restroom. They went into great detail, even describing the color of your areolas. You think they didn’t masturbate while looking at your photos? Nobody believes that.”

A brief silence.

“…We should go back.” Bai Yuya’s voice became very soft. “The next shoot is about to begin.”

Footsteps sounded and then faded into the distance.

Lin Mo slowly stood up from the corner. His knuckles were white from the effort.

He looked down at the camera in his hand. Its black body and cool touch. This camera had captured countless beautiful moments—or rather, moments he once thought were beautiful.

It was already nine o'clock at night when Lin Mo returned to his rented room. He didn't turn on the light and went straight to the computer. On the screen were several photos he had secretly taken that day—Bai Yuya's profile as she drank water in the rest area, and Yin Yueyou's deep cleavage as she bent over to adjust her boots. The photos were beautiful, with impeccable lighting and composition.

But all he feels now is nausea.

It's not that I'm disgusted by them, it's that I'm disgusted by myself. I'm also disgusted by photographers like those described by Yin Yueyou.

He clicked the mouse and opened a hidden folder. Inside were his "research results" from the past six months: a paper on spiritualism purchased from the dark web, fragments of possession techniques extracted from scanned ancient books, and prototype sketches he had cobbled together using an Arduino and a bunch of electronic waste.

“If…” Lin Mo stared at the obscure runes and circuit diagrams on the screen, “If I could directly enter their bodies… if I could let them experience firsthand what it feels like to be controlled…”

His eyes lit up in the darkness.

---

Seven days later.

Lin Mo stood at the entrance of the main hall of the Comiket exhibition, holding a strangely shaped "camera" in his hand.

Calling it a camera is a stretch; it's more like a prop from a science fiction movie. The main body is his Sony A7III, but an additional metal frame is welded onto it, with three crystals emitting a faint purple glow embedded in the frame—"psychic amplifiers" he acquired at a high price from a occult forum. The viewfinder has been modified into a binocular structure, with a slender silver probe extending from the right lens barrel, its tip flickering with an unstable arc of electricity.

He called it the "soul-splitting camera".

The principle is simple—at least in his theory. Locking onto the target through the viewfinder and pressing the shutter, the camera emits a directional psionic pulse, simultaneously stripping away a portion of his own soul energy and injecting it into the target along the pulse's trajectory. This injected soul fragment establishes a connection with the target's nervous system, gradually seizing control of the body.

Of course, this is just theory. He hasn't actually tested it yet.

"Make way! Get out of the way!" A man dressed in a heavy mecha cosplay outfit rudely pushed Lin Mo aside and squeezed into the exhibition hall.

Lin Mo stumbled a step, but quickly regained his balance. He took a deep breath and held the camera up to his eyes.

The exhibition hall was packed with people. Thousands of cosplayers dressed in all sorts of costumes, from classic One Piece to the latest Cyberpunk 2077, from cute magical girls to ferocious monsters. The air was filled with excited chatter, and camera flashes went off constantly.

Lin Mo's gaze slowly swept across the crowd through the viewfinder.

He is looking for a suitable "container".

The viewfinder image kept changing.

A girl dressed as Shinobu Kocho from Demon Slayer has a sweet smile, but her bust size isn't ideal. Skip to the next part.

A female character from *NieR: 2B*, wearing a black eye patch, with short white hair, and a high-slit dress revealing long, shapely legs encased in black knee-high stockings. She has a great figure, but Lin Mo wants a more "special" target.

His fingers gently rubbed the shutter button.

Then, he saw her.

In the rest area on the east side of the exhibition hall, near the vending machines, a cosplayer dressed as Taihou from "Azur Lane" stood alone, sipping a bottle of mineral water.

Her long, dark black hair—likely a wig—was tied in a high ponytail at the back of her head, the ends reaching her waist. She wore a white school uniform shirt with a red bow tie at the collar, the shirt tucked into a black pleated mini-skirt. The skirt was very short, barely covering her upper thighs, revealing long, slender legs encased in black stockings, and she wore black loafers.

But what was most striking was her chest. The white shirt was stretched taut, the second button looking as if it might burst open at any moment. Through the thin white fabric, the outline of a black bra could be vaguely seen underneath. It was a standard D-cup, full and rounded, jiggling slightly as she drank water.

Lin Mo recognized this face.

Shiraha Masa.

Although she wore heavier makeup, deep red contact lenses, and a different hairstyle for her wig, her soft eyebrows, delicate nose, and slightly upturned lips—it was unmistakable. Today, she was cosplaying Taihou, the ship girl known in the game for her "yandere" and "possessive" nature.

“Perfect…” Lin Mo murmured softly.

He adjusted the focus, and the image in the viewfinder became crystal clear. Shiraha Miyabi—or rather, "Taihou" at this moment—was tilting her head back slightly as she drank water, her slender neck rising and falling gently with each swallow. A drop of water slid from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, onto her collarbone, and then disappeared deep into the collar of her shirt.

Lin Mo pressed the shutter button.

There was no flash, no shutter sound. But the camera suddenly jolted, and the three purple crystals simultaneously erupted with blinding light. A chilling, soul-tearing pain exploded from Lin Mo's brow, traveling down his spine. He groaned, nearly collapsing to his knees.

At the same time, a purple beam of light, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, shot out from the tip of the camera probe, traversing a distance of more than twenty meters, and accurately struck Bai Yuya in the chest.

---

Bai Yuya was thinking about where to have dinner with her boyfriend that night.

Today's cosplay of Taihou went really well; she's already taken over a hundred photos. Although the skirt is a bit short and any slightly large movement could expose her, she has to bear it to stay true to the character. Just now, when she was drinking water, she even turned to the side to avoid being photographed from inappropriate angles by photographers with telephoto lenses.

Then, she felt a chill in her chest.

It wasn't a physical coolness, but a... eerie, bone-chilling cold. It was as if something icy had seeped into her body. She looked down at her chest; there was nothing unusual on her white shirt.

But the next second, excruciating pain struck.

"Ugh—!"

The water bottle in her hand fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere. Her hands uncontrollably clutched her chest, and her body trembled violently. The feeling... was like countless ice needles exploding from her heart, spreading throughout her body along her blood vessels and nerves.

"What happened..." she gasped for breath, her vision beginning to blur.

The people around her noticed her unusual behavior. Several photographers raised their cameras, but quickly put them down again—it didn't look like she was posing.

"Hey, are you alright?" A girl dressed as Mash from FGO walked over and tried to help her up.

Bai Yuya wanted to speak, to tell her that she wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the infirmary. But when she opened her mouth, the sound that came out wasn't her own.

"Ah...ha...it's in...it's in..."

It was a groan mixed with pain and some kind of eerie pleasure. The timbre was hers, but the tone, the rhythm, the lascivious trembling... it was not a sound she would make at all.

Bai Yuya's eyes widened in horror.

She could feel—clearly feel—something wriggling inside her body. From her chest down, through her ribs, across her abdomen, and then…drilling deep into her lower abdomen.

"No...don't..." She finally found her voice, but it was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The "thing" inside her heard her resistance.

An even stronger impact exploded from below.

"Aiya ahh ...

Bai Yuya's legs clamped tightly together, her thigh muscles, encased in black stockings, taut with tension. She felt a hot, viscous energy surging in from below—not from the vaginal opening, but deeper inside, as if penetrating directly through the cervix and pouring into the uterus.

Her body began to spasm uncontrollably.

Her waist arched backward, and her black pleated skirt rode up due to the violent movement, revealing the curve of her buttocks tightly wrapped in black stockings. The hem of her white shirt slipped out from under the skirt, revealing a section of her fair and slender waist and abdomen—at this moment, her flat stomach was visibly slightly bulging, as if something was expanding inside.

"Help...help me..." Bai Yuya used her last bit of strength to squeeze out a cry for help, but her voice was quickly drowned out by another wave of even stronger pleasure.

No, that's not pleasure.

It was the feeling of being violated. The feeling of being forcibly stretched open, filled, and occupied by a foreign object. But her brain was releasing large amounts of dopamine during that violation, and her body began to become wet, hot, and trembling against her will.

"Ah...ah...my body...is so hot..."

Her right hand rose uncontrollably, fingers spread, trembling as she pressed it against her left breast. Through her white shirt and black bra, she could clearly feel the shape and temperature of her breast, and how hard her nipple was, almost piercing the fabric.

"No...don't touch..." Bai Yuya screamed deep in her mind.

But she began to knead it forcefully with her fingers.

"Mmm...!"

A sweet moan escaped her throat. She raised her left hand, grasping her full breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them forcefully through her clothes. The fabric of her white shirt was stretched taut, and the second button finally gave way under the pressure, snapping open with a "pop."

The black lace trim of her bra was exposed, and her deep cleavage was faintly visible through the open gap in her shirt.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" The Mashu cosplayer was stunned and took two steps back.

The surrounding crowd began to stir. More cameras were raised—this time not to photograph the cosplayers, but to capture the bizarre, erotic scene.

Is it a performance?

"It doesn't seem like...something really seems off about her..."

"Quickly call the staff!"

Bai Yuya couldn't hear these discussions. Her consciousness was being squeezed and crushed by a powerful external ****. She could feel that "thing" had completely taken over her lower body—her legs, buttocks, and lower abdomen, and was now climbing up her spine, inch by inch eroding her central nervous system.

Her right hand left her breast and slid down, trembling.

"No...no...not there...no..." she pleaded in her heart.

But her fingers still lifted the black pleated skirt and slipped between her legs.

The black pantyhose were a one-piece design with a padded crotch. But at this moment, that fabric was soaked with some warm liquid, turning a deep black. Her fingertips pressed against her labia through the pantyhose.

"Aaaaaah—!"

A violent electric current exploded from her lower body, shooting up her spine and into her brain. Bai Yuya's body jerked forward, her legs trembling violently, her knees buckling, and she almost collapsed to her knees. But the **** controlling her **** her to stand, even forcing her to spread her legs and assume an even more humiliating position.

Her fingers began to rub her clitoris through her stockings.

"Mmm... Ah... So comfortable... My body... is moving on its own..."

Her voice had completely changed. It was no longer Bai Yuya's gentle and clear tone, but a strange voice mixed with deep male breathing and coquettish female moans. It was Lin Mo's soul fragments adapting to this body, "adjusting" this newly acquired "toy" in their own way.

More liquid gushed from her lower body, soaking the crotch of her black stockings and even flowing down her inner thighs, leaving winding watermarks on the surface of the stockings.

"Look! She's wet!"

"Oh my god... she's masturbating in public..."

"Take a picture! Take a picture quickly!"

Flashes began going off wildly. Dozens of cell phones and cameras were pointed at her. Some whistled, some jeering, and some turning away with expressions of disgust.

But Bai Yuya—or rather, Lin Mo, who was currently controlling this body—didn't care at all.

"Hehe...this body...is amazing..."

Her left hand grasped her left breast again, this time tearing open her shirt and pulling down the cups of her black bra. Her fair, full breasts bounced out, the pink nipples hard and red, trembling slightly in the air.

"My nipples...are so sensitive..."

Her right hand continued to rub her genitals through the stockings, while her left hand pinched her exposed nipples, rubbing and pulling them forcefully.

"Ah...ah...it's coming...it's coming..."

Bai Yuya's consciousness screamed in despair. She could feel her body approaching climax—controlled by a strange soul, about to reach orgasm in front of dozens of strangers.

"No...no...not here..."

But her protests had no effect.

The friction in her lower body quickened, and the pressure from her fingers increased. A series of intense contractions came from deep within her uterus, as if something was about to gush out.

"Aiyaaaaaaahh ...

Bai Yuya's body suddenly stiffened, her head tilted back, and a sharp, piercing scream escaped her throat. Her legs convulsed violently, her knees squeezing inward and then suddenly slamming open. A stream of warm liquid spurted from her lower body, piercing through her already soaked black stockings, tracing an arc in the air, and splashing onto the ground two meters away.

Squirt.

She reached her climax in front of everyone.

Liquid continued to gush from between her legs, flowing down her black stockings and forming a small puddle on the ground. Her body went limp and she leaned forward, but was caught by two exhibition staff members who arrived just in time.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!" A middle-aged man in a security guard uniform pushed through the crowd. "What's going on?!"

"She...she suddenly did this..." the Mashu cosplayer stammered, "It's like...like she had an epileptic seizure..."

The security guard glanced at Bai Yuya—her eyes were glazed over, drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth, her shirt was open revealing half of her breast, and her stockings were soaked and twitching slightly.

"Take him to the backstage lounge first," the security guard told the other two staff members. "Contact the medical team."

---

Lin Mo watched all of this from twenty meters away.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale. The process of splitting his soul was extremely exhausting; he could feel a part of his consciousness had left his body and was now residing in that warm, soft female body that had just reached orgasm.

That feeling... was wonderful.

He could feel the sensations of two bodies simultaneously. His own male body stood there, breathing rapidly, his heart pounding; while Bai Yuya's body was being helped backstage by staff, the sensation of black stockings rubbing against her inner thighs, the weight of her breasts swaying in the air, the lingering afterglow of her uterus contracting slightly after orgasm…

Everything was transmitted clearly.

"It's a success..." he murmured, a twisted smile creeping onto his lips.

He put away the split-soul camera, blended into the crowd, and walked towards the backstage area.

---

The backstage dressing room was a small, makeshift room filled with odds and ends and unopened boxes of supplies. Two staff members helped Bai Yuya to a folding chair and then left—they still had to deal with the commotion outside.

The door was closed.

Only Bai Yuya remained in the room.

She—or rather, Lin Mo—slowly raised her head.

A mirror. A full-length mirror hangs on the opposite wall, probably used by cosplayers to check their makeup and costumes.

A disheveled girl was reflected in the mirror.

Her dark black wig was slightly disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty cheeks. Her deep red contact lenses made her eyes appear unfocused, and tear tracks clung to the corners. Her white shirt was completely open, exposing her left breast; the pink nipple was red and erect from the earlier rough treatment. Her black bra was pulled down below her breast, the lace edges digging into her flesh.

The black pleated mini-skirt was bunched up in a mess at the waist, revealing her lower body encased in black pantyhose. The crotch of the pantyhose was completely soaked, with dark black water stains running from the top of her thighs down to the inside of her knees. A few drops of undried, clear liquid still clung to the surface of the pantyhose, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

Some of the slicked-back liquid also splashed onto the toes of the loafers.

"Hehe..." The girl in the mirror laughed.

That wasn't Bai Yuya's smile. That was Lin Mo's smile—a lewd, smug, and possessive smile.

"Bai Yuya... 23 years old... F cup... 165 cm tall... 48 kg in weight..." Lin Mo controlled the body and slowly stood up.

He—now I should say "she"—walked to the mirror and examined the body up close.

She raised her fingers and touched her cheek. Her skin was smooth and delicate to the touch. The scent of cosmetics mingled with the salty smell of sweat, and a faint, uniquely feminine fragrance.

“You’re really beautiful…” she said softly, her voice still Bai Yuya’s tone, but her tone had completely changed. “No wonder all those photographers were staring at you.”

Her hand slid down, caressing her neck and collarbone, before resting on her bare breasts.

With fingers spread, completely enveloping the left breast. The palm can feel the softness and elasticity of the breast, while the fingertips can feel the firmness of the nipple.

"So big... It must be tiring to work all the time, right?" She squeezed it hard, and flesh spilled out from between her fingers. "But it's mine now."

She raised her other hand and unbuttoned the right side of her shirt, exposing her other breast. A pair of full, round F-cup breasts swayed slightly in the air, the nipples becoming even more erect from being exposed to the cold air.

She kneaded her breasts with both hands at the same time, her fingertips constantly flicking and pulling at her nipples.

"Hmm...it feels so good..."

Another throbbing sensation came from her lower body. The afterglow of the orgasm had not completely faded, her uterus was still contracting slightly, and warm liquid kept seeping out of her vagina, soaking her already soaked black stockings.

She looked down at her legs.

Black stockings encased her long, straight legs and waist; the stockings were smooth and delicate, shimmering faintly under the light. Her thighs were full, her calves slender, and her ankles exquisite. Her feet, nestled in loafers, must also be beautiful—a girl like Bai Yuya, who pays attention to her appearance, would undoubtedly take meticulous care of them.

"We need to explore this further..."

She turned and looked at a suitcase in the corner of the room. It was brought by Bai Yuya, and it had an Azur Lane sticker on it.

Walk over and open it.

Several sets of clothes were neatly folded inside. On top was a white lace top and long skirt—probably Bai Yuya's everyday outfit. Below were several cosplay outfits: Gan Yu from Genshin Impact, Mei from Honkai Impact 3, Sonoda Umi from Love Live!...

And another cosplay outfit worn by Taihou.

"Oh?" She picked up the cosplay outfit and examined it.

"So you had this prepared too..." she laughed, "Perfect."

She began to take off her filthy Taifeng school uniform.

First, she unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, and threw it on the ground. The white fabric was stained with sweat, saliva, and cosmetics smeared on her chest. Then came her black bra—the clasp was at the back, and she fumbled for a while before finally unhooking it. A pair of full breasts were completely freed, swaying slightly in the air.

Next came the pleated mini-skirt. The zipper was on the side; when unzipped, the skirt slid down to her feet. The black pantyhose were soaked through, and the crotch area was completely transparent, vaguely revealing the outline of dark pubic hair.

She bent down, hooked her fingers around the waistband of her pantyhose, and slowly pulled them down.

The sensation of the stockings rubbing against his thighs was strange—a feeling Lin Mo had never experienced before. The smooth silk fabric clung to his skin, sliding down inch by inch, revealing his fair thighs, knees, and calves…

When her pantyhose were pulled down to her ankles, she saw what was between her legs.

Her dark brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed into an inverted triangle shape. Her labia majora were slightly swollen and red from the recent orgasm, and clear vaginal fluid was still seeping from between them. Her labia minora were pink and slightly parted, revealing a moist, deep red vaginal opening.

"So this is what it looks like..." She parted her labia with her fingers and examined them carefully. "It's quite clean... It seems your boyfriend hasn't used it much."

A warm liquid gushed from deep within her vagina, flowing down her fingers that parted her labia and dripping onto the small puddle that had formed on the floor. She withdrew her fingers, her fingertips covered in the clear, viscous fluid, which shimmered with a lascivious sheen under the light.

"So wet...didn't you have enough fun just now?" She laughed, bringing her fingers, which were covered in love juice, to her lips and licking them with her tongue.

It has a salty and astringent taste, mixed with a uniquely feminine, slightly fishy-sweet aroma.

"It tastes good," she commented, then continued taking off her pantyhose.

The stockings slipped down from her ankles, revealing her fair and delicate feet. Her toes were long and slender, with pale pink nail polish that shimmered softly under the light. The skin on the instep was smooth and delicate, her ankles were slender, and the arch of her foot was beautifully curved.

She stood barefoot on the cold cement floor, looking down at her completely naked body.

Her long, dark brown hair—this was Shiraha Miya's true hair color—fell loose and reached her waist after her wig was removed. A few strands clung to her sweaty neck and shoulders. Her fair skin was flushed a faint pink from the intense exercise and orgasm, and traces of sweat still lingered on her chest, lower abdomen, and inner thighs.

A pair of D-cup breasts swayed slightly in the air, the nipples more erect and swollen from being exposed to the cold air. A slender waist, a flat stomach, rounded hips, long, shapely legs…

And the dark brown pubic hair between her legs, and the vaginal opening that was still slightly open and oozing love juice.

“Perfect…” she murmured to herself, her hands stroking her body again.

Starting from the cheeks, slide down the neck and collarbone, stopping at the breasts. Grasp both breasts with both hands simultaneously, kneading them firmly to feel the softness and elasticity of the flesh. Flick the nipples with your fingertips, feeling the sensitive protrusions harden under stimulation.

Then she lowered her hands and stroked her waist and abdomen, lingering on her lower abdomen. She could feel her uterus still contracting slightly, and the afterglow of the orgasm made her entire lower abdomen feel warm.

Going further down, fingers probed between her legs.

Her fingertips touched the moist labia. She parted the labia and slowly inserted her middle finger into the vaginal opening.

"Mmm..." she let out a satisfied groan.

The inside of her vagina was warm, moist, and tight. The folds of the inner walls enveloped her fingers, contracting and writhing with each thrust. She could feel the gurgling sound of her fingers moving inside, and more love juice gushing out from deep within.

"So tight... Your boyfriend is really wasting such a good body." She said, while increasing the speed of her finger thrusting in and out.

Her other hand wasn't idle either; she pinched her clitoris with her index finger and thumb and began to rub and press it rapidly.

"Ah... ha... this body... is too sensitive..."

Her legs began to weaken, and her body trembled slightly. The second orgasm came quickly—after all, her body had just experienced a violent orgasm, and all her nerve endings were still in a highly sensitive state.

"I'm...I'm going..."

She leaned against the wall, legs spread apart, fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina, while her other hand frantically rubbed her clitoris. Her head was tilted back, and suppressed moans escaped her throat.

"Ugh... ugh... I'm coming...!"

Her body convulsed violently, the walls of her vagina contracting sharply and clamping tightly around her fingers. A gush of warm liquid gushed from deep within her uterus, flowing down her fingers and dripping onto the ground.

She gasped for breath and slowly withdrew her fingers.

Her fingertips were covered in a viscous liquid mixed with her vaginal fluid and a small amount of vaginal discharge, glistening murkyly under the light. She held her fingers up to her eyes, examined them closely, and then licked them clean with her tongue again.

"The flavor is even stronger now..." she smiled contentedly.

Then, she started changing her clothes.

She first picked up a white lace blouse from her suitcase. It was a very delicate style, with fine lace trim on the neckline and cuffs, and the fabric was light and soft. She put the blouse on and buttoned it up. The blouse fit her perfectly, outlining the curves of her chest without being too revealing.

Then came the white lace maxi dress. The skirt was long, reaching her ankles, and the fabric was light and flowing. She put on the dress and zipped up the side zipper.

Finally, there were the nude-colored strappy high-heeled sandals. She sat on the folding chair, lifted her foot, and carefully wrapped the straps from her ankle to mid-calf. The heels weren't high, but they elongated her legs beautifully.

After changing her clothes, she went to the mirror again.

The girl in the mirror has completely changed.

Her long, straight, dark brown hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, the ends naturally curled slightly. A white lace top and long skirt made her look pure and elegant, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns. Nude high-heeled sandals added a touch of gentle grace.

If it weren't for the lingering redness around her eyes and her slightly swollen lips from the licking, no one would guess that this gentle and quiet girl had just masturbated to orgasm in public ten minutes ago.

"Perfect." She smiled at herself in the mirror.

Then, she began packing her suitcase. She haphazardly stuffed her soiled uniform—shirts, skirts, pantyhose, and bras stained with sweat, saliva, vaginal fluid, and ejaculate—into the bottom of the suitcase. She covered it with her clean cosplay outfit as a cover.

Finally, she put on a mask and a pair of non-prescription glasses, and pulled up the handle of her suitcase.

"It's time to go," she said softly, pushing open the door to the lounge.

---

Lin Mo had been waiting outside the exhibition hall for ten minutes.

He leaned against a lamppost, fiddling with his split-screen camera. Around him, tourists and cosplayers gradually left, and the noise slowly subsided.

Then, he saw her.

Bai Yuya—or rather, the "Bai Yuya" currently wearing a white lace dress—walked out of the side door pulling a suitcase. Her long, dark brown hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, the white skirt hem swayed with her steps, and the heels of her nude sandals tapped crisply on the ground.

She walked up to Lin Mo and stopped.

The two looked at each other.

"How are you?" Lin Mo asked first, his voice a little hoarse—the damage from the split soul hadn't fully recovered.

“It’s great.” She—Lin Mo’s split soul—replied, her voice the gentle, clear tone of Bai Yuya, but with obvious excitement in her voice. “This body is even better than I imagined. The skin is delicate, the breasts are full, the waist is slender and the legs are long…and it’s very sensitive.”

"I felt it." Lin Mo smiled. "You did it again in the lounge just now, didn't you?"

"Hmm. The second climax came very quickly; this body has a very strong sex drive." She raised her hand and stroked her cheek. "And she's so beautiful... I don't want to give her back to you."

“It was originally mine,” Lin Mo said. “Let’s go home.”

"Go home?" She tilted her head. "Go home to whose home?"

“My rented apartment.” Lin Mo turned and walked towards the subway station. “Next, we’re going to hold a ‘private comic convention’.”

She pulled her suitcase and followed, her white skirt swaying gently with each step.

“A private comic convention?” she repeated the word, then laughed. “That sounds interesting.”

The subway wasn't crowded. They sat side by side, Lin Mo by the window, and she by the aisle.

The carriage swayed slightly, and her body occasionally brushed against Lin Mo's arm. With each touch, Lin Mo could clearly feel the sensations of her body through the connection between their separated souls—the softness of her breasts beneath her lace blouse, the warmth of her thighs beneath her skirt, and…

"You're touching me again," Lin Mo said in a low voice.

She smiled and quietly withdrew her hand from under her skirt—she had been keeping her hand between her legs, gently rubbing her genitals through her underwear.

"I couldn't help it." She leaned close to Lin Mo's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "This body has been in a state of excitement the whole time. My vagina is wet, and my panties are soaked."

A warm breath sprayed onto Lin Mo's earlobes, carrying a uniquely feminine fragrance.

Lin Mo felt a reaction in his lower body.

"Just bear with it," he said. "We'll talk about it when we get home."

"And what happens after we get home?" She quietly placed her hand on Lin Mo's thigh, her fingertips gently tracing circles. "How do you want to play with this body?"

"After we get home?" Lin Mo turned his head to look at the gentle face so close to his—which now wore a possessive smile just like his own. "Take photos first. Use your body, put on Da Feng's uniform, and take a set of real 'private photos'."

Her eyes lit up. "And then?"

“Then…” Lin Mo’s hand quietly moved to her thigh. Through the thin fabric of her white lace dress, he could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her skin. “Then I’ll let you use this body to ‘serve’ me properly.”

Her breathing quickened slightly, and her legs involuntarily tightened. "How will you provide the service?"

"Use your hands, your mouth, your feet..." Lin Mo's fingertips gently slid along the inside of her thigh, "Use every part of your body that you can use."

She let out a suppressed groan, her body trembling slightly. "Then... what about the original owner of this body? Is Bai Yuya's consciousness... still there?"

“Yes.” Lin Mo felt the faint struggle of Bai Yuya’s original body coming through the connection between the split souls. “She can feel everything. She can feel my hand touching her thigh, she can feel her vagina secreting love fluid, she can feel her nipples hardening… but she can’t do anything, she can only watch and feel.”

"How pitiful," she said, but her face was full of excitement. "Should we... let her 'participate' too?"

“Of course.” Lin Mo laughed. “I will let her see with her own eyes how I ruin her body.”

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Lin Mo's rented room was a one-bedroom apartment of less than 30 square meters, and it was in a terrible mess. Various electronic components, circuit boards, soldering tools, leftover takeout containers, and empty beverage bottles were scattered on the floor. Several boxes of instant noodles were piled in the corner, and the desk, besides the computer monitor, was covered with various obscure books and handwritten notes. The air was filled with a sour smell, a mixture of sweat, solder from electronic components, and fermenting food scraps.

The only relatively clean place was the single bed—the sheets were a bit yellowed, but at least they were made fairly neatly. A lamp sat on the bedside table, its light dim.

"Bai Yuya"—or rather, Lin Mo's split soul, who was currently controlling this body—pulled her suitcase into the room, her brows slightly furrowed.

She glanced down at her nude-colored strappy high-heeled sandals—the uppers were smooth, the heels delicate, and she was now stepping on the dusty, oily cement floor. A small, dark brown stain, the dried liquid of some unknown substance, had stained the hem of her white lace dress.

"This place...it's really filthy." She said softly, her voice clearly showing disgust, but a playful smile curled at the corner of her lips. "But it doesn't matter, this body...will soon become just as filthy."

She released the handle of her suitcase and turned to face Lin Mo. Her long, straight, dark brown hair shimmered softly in the dim light, and the delicate lace trim at the neckline of her white lace top accentuated her fair neck and collarbone. She looked pure and elegant, a stark contrast to the dirty and chaotic environment.

"Well then, Commander~" she said, using the way Taihou addressed her, her voice becoming sweet and seductive, "Shall we begin our 'private anime convention'?"

Lin Mo placed the split-soul camera on the desk and turned to look at her. His gaze slid from her delicate face to her full breasts encased in a white lace top, down to her slender waist, and finally settled on her feet encased in nude sandals.

"Change your clothes first," he said. "Put on Taifeng's school uniform—the one in your suitcase."

"Yes, ma'am~" she said with a smile, bending down to open her suitcase.

Her movements were graceful and slow, as if she were performing. First, she took off her sandals—the nude straps untied from her calves, the heels making a soft "click" as they slipped off her feet. She stood barefoot on the dirty ground, her fair soles directly exposed to dust and tiny debris.

Then, she began to take off her white lace dress. The side zipper slowly unzipped, and the skirt slipped off her body, bunching up at her feet. The lining of the dress was stained with some dirt from the ground, and several gray marks appeared on the white fabric.

Next was the top. Slender fingers unbuttoned it one button at a time, starting from the neckline and gradually moving downwards. As the buttons were undone, the white lace fabric opened to the sides, revealing the matching white lace lingerie underneath—a matching set, with the bra and panties made of semi-transparent lace, allowing glimpses of the fair skin and the outlines of dark nipples and pubic hair.

She took off her top completely and tossed it on the ground. The top landed next to an empty beverage bottle, the brown liquid residue from the bottle opening staining the lace trim on her cuffs.

Now, she was only wearing that white lace lingerie. In the dim light, the semi-transparent lace offered almost no coverage. Her F-cup breasts were supported by the bra, the flesh overflowing from the edges of the cups, and her pink nipples were clearly visible beneath the lace. Her panties were even more transparent, revealing her dark brown pubic hair and the shape of her slightly raised labia.

She put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. The black bra—the one she'd worn at the exhibition—was already stuffed into the bottom of her suitcase; it was clean for now. But soon, it would get dirty too.

Her bra slipped down, revealing a pair of full, rounded breasts to the air. The nipples, exposed to the cool air, quickly hardened; they were a pale pink, and the areolas were small and perfectly shaped.

She bent down, hooked her fingers around the edge of her panties, and slowly pulled them down. The lace fabric rubbed against her thighs, finally slipping down from her ankles. She threw the panties on the floor, piling them together with her top.

Now, she is completely naked.

Long, dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends reaching her waist. Her fair skin gleamed like ivory in the dim light, creating a stark contrast with the filthy surroundings. A pair of D-cup breasts swayed slightly in front of her chest, the nipples erect. A slender waist, a flat stomach, rounded buttocks, long, straight legs—and between them, a neatly trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair, and a slightly parted vaginal opening still glistening with moisture.

She stood there naked amidst the filth, a calm and even blissful smile on her face.

"And then?" she asked softly.

Lin Mo took out the Taifeng school uniform from his suitcase—a dark black wig, a white shirt, a red bow tie, a black pleated skirt, black stockings, and black loafers.

She took the uniform, her movements still elegant. First, she picked up the pair of black pantyhose—the stockings were brand new, still in their packaging. She tore open the bag, took out the stockings, and the black silk fabric gleamed delicately under the light.

She sat on the edge of the bed—the sheets were yellowed, but at least cleaner than the floor. She lifted her right foot, her toes gently slipping into the top of the stocking, then slowly pulling it up. The black stockings wrapped inch by inch around her fair soles, ankles, calves, and knees… The stockings were smooth and cool, conforming to every curve of her skin.

When the stockings reached above her knees, she stood up, grasped the waistband with both hands, and continued pulling them upwards. The stockings covered her thighs, finally reaching her waist. The black stockings perfectly outlined the lines of her legs, from her slender ankles to her full thighs, covering every part flawlessly. The waistband cinched at her waist, slightly digging into her skin.

Next came the white shirt. She put it on, buttoning it from the bottom up. The shirt fabric was thin, and the waistband of her black stockings was faintly visible underneath. When the second button was fastened, the fabric at the chest was taut, and the outline of her breasts was clearly visible.

Then came the black pleated mini-skirt. She put it on and zipped it up the side. The skirt was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs, leaving her thighs, encased in black stockings, almost completely exposed.

A red bow tie was tied at her neckline, and a dark black wig was worn on her head—she had simply pinned her real hair up at the back of her head before putting on the wig. The wig was long, dark black, wavy hair, tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, with the ends reaching her waist.

Finally, there were the black loafers. She bent down to put them on; the shoes had smooth surfaces and low heels.

Now, she has completely transformed into "Daohō".

Long, jet-black hair, a white shirt, a red bow tie, a black pleated skirt, black stockings, and black loafers. Except for her breasts being fuller than the original character—her F-cup breasts stretched the shirt taut, making the second button look like it might pop open at any moment—she was almost a perfect recreation of the character.

She walked to the center of the room, twirled, and her skirt fluttered in the wind.

"How's it going, Commander?" she asked with a smile, her voice sweet and cloying. "Your Taihou is ready~"

Lin Mo had already set up his camera—not the split-screen camera, but his usual Sony A7III with an 85mm portrait lens. The tripod was set up in a relatively clean corner of the room, with a messy desk and a corner of the wall piled with clutter as the background.

“Let’s begin,” he said, looking at her through the viewfinder.

She immediately got into the zone.

First pose: Stand sideways, left hand lightly resting on waist, right hand raised, index finger lightly touching lips. Head slightly tilted to one side, eyes with a seductive smile. Black pleated mini skirt slightly lifted due to the sideways movement, revealing more of thighs covered by black stockings.

The shutter clicked.

The second pose: She walked to the wall, leaned against it, and raised her hands above her head, assuming a bound position. Her head was tilted back, revealing her fair neck. The collar of her shirt opened wider because of this movement, clearly showing the waistline of her black stockings and the curves of her breasts.

The shutter clicked again.

The third pose: She knelt on the ground—directly on the dirty floor. Dust and tiny debris immediately clung to the knees of her black stockings. She braced herself with her hands behind her back, leaning back and thrusting her chest forward. The buttons of her shirt were taut from the pressure of her breasts, revealing a deep cleavage.

"Hmm..." She let out a soft groan, not because the pose was tiring, but because the kneeling motion caused her knees to rub against the ground, and the contact between her stockings and the ground created a strange friction.

The shutter clicked continuously.

The fourth pose: She stood up and walked to Lin Mo, only a meter away from the camera. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on a cardboard box next to her—the box was covered in oil and dust. The soles of her black loafers were directly on the filth, and the uppers of her shoes had rubbed against the edge of the box.

This movement caused her skirt to fly open completely, exposing her thighs, which were encased in black stockings, and even revealing the dark shadow of the stockings' crotch. She grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up.

First, a glimpse of her fair waist and abdomen was revealed—a flat stomach and a slender waist. Then, moving upwards, the edge of her black stockings was revealed. Further upwards, the curve of her lower breasts was revealed.

She stopped, the hem of her shirt resting just below her breasts. Her entire lower breast was exposed, the flesh slightly deformed by the hem of the shirt, revealing a deep cleavage.

"Commander~" she smiled sweetly at the camera, "Is this a good way to shoot it...?"

Lin Mo did not answer, but the shutter clicked rapidly.

She remained in that position, her right hand quietly sliding down, lifting her black pleated miniskirt, her fingers slipping between her legs. Through the black stockings, her fingertips pressed against her genitals.

"Mmm..." she let out a suppressed groan, her body trembling slightly.

She could feel it—and Lin Mo could feel it too, through the connection of their split souls—the crotch of her stockings was already wet. The love fluid had soaked through the fabric, turning that area a deep black. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris through the soaked stockings, the movements becoming faster and faster.

"Ah...ah...Commander...I'm taking pictures...uh..." she moaned, flashing a lewd smile at the camera, "But...it's so wet down there...I can't hold back anymore..."

Her left hand joined in, grabbing her left breast and kneading it forcefully through her shirt. The flesh deformed under the fabric, and the nipple hardened so much it seemed about to pierce through the fabric.

The shutter clicked incessantly.

Her legs began to weaken, and she leaned against the cardboard box for support. Her right loafer slid across the box, its surface completely covered in grime. The knees of her black stockings were covered in dust from kneeling, and now, from the trembling of her body, the stockings were rubbing against the ground, causing tiny pills and snags.

"I'm...I'm going to come..." she gasped, her fingers frantically rubbing her clitoris through her stockings. "In front of the Commander...in front of the camera...uh...I'm coming...!"

Her body convulsed violently, her legs clamping together and then opening again. A warm liquid gushed from her lower body, seeping through her already soaked stockings and dripping onto the ground—mixing with dust and grease.

After the climax, she gasped for breath, slowly lowered her shirt, and straightened her skirt. But the dark wet stain at the crotch of her stockings could no longer be concealed, reflecting a lewd sheen under the light.

Lin Mo also put down the camera. His breathing was a little rapid—through the connection of his split soul, he had just experienced the pleasure of that body's orgasm. He could feel that his lower body was erect, with a noticeable tent bulging in his pants.

She saw it.

"Commander~" she smiled, walked up to Lin Mo, and knelt down—once again directly on the dirty ground. The knees of her black stockings had turned grayish-black.

She looked up at Lin Mo and placed her hands on his thighs.

"Dafeng will help you solve this, okay?" she said sweetly, her fingers already touching the zipper of Lin Mo's pants.

The sound of the zipper being slowly pulled open was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. Her fingers deftly slipped inside, and through the fabric of her panties, she could already feel the hardness and heat of that penis. She tilted her head back, her dark black wig slipping down her shoulders, and her purple contact lenses reflecting an eerie light in the dim light.

"Commander's big thing... is already so hard~" Her voice was sickeningly sweet as she hooked her fingers around the edge of her underwear, releasing Lin Mo's penis.

The penis sprang out abruptly, standing erect. The glans was engorged with blood, turning a deep red, and clear pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening, glistening moistly under the light. Veins bulged on the penis, and its size was quite impressive—approximately 18 centimeters in length and far exceeding that of an average man.

She stuck out her tongue, the pink tip gently licking the tip of his penis, swirling the pre-ejaculate into her mouth. A salty, slightly sweet, and slightly fishy taste spread through her mouth.

"Mmm... the Commander's taste..." She squinted her eyes, revealing an expression of ecstasy, then opened her mouth and slowly took the glans in.

Her warm, moist mouth enveloped the glans, her tongue nimbly swirling around the coronal sulcus, its tip occasionally teasing the urethral opening. Saliva quickly secreted, mixing with pre-ejaculate, producing soft, smacking sounds.

As she swallowed, she looked up at Lin Mo, her eyes filled with flattery and desire. Her black pleated skirt was completely open due to her kneeling position, exposing her thighs, which were encased in black stockings, and making the dark wetness at her crotch even more noticeable. The collar of her white shirt was also open due to her bent-over posture, clearly revealing her deep cleavage.

"Mmm...uh..." she hummed contentedly in her throat, and began to swallow and spit faster.

Her technique was quite skillful—sometimes she would go deep throat, almost completely submerging the penis in her mouth, her nose pressed against Lin Mo's lower abdomen; sometimes she would take a light sip, serving the glans and frenulum only with her lips and tongue; sometimes she would wrap her tongue around the shaft, licking from the base to the tip.

Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, staining the collar of her white shirt. A few strands of Lin Mo's pubic hair stuck to the corner of her mouth from the deep throating, but she didn't care and continued to swallow and spit with focused concentration.

Lin Mo placed his hand on her head, his fingers threading through the dark black wig, pressing gently. She obediently cooperated with this action, swallowing and spitting even more vigorously.

"Ah... Da Feng's mouth... feels so good..." Lin Mo said breathlessly.

Hearing the praise, she became even more excited. She released her mouth, letting the saliva-covered penis spring out, then stuck out her tongue and licked from the testicles down the perineum to the anus.

"This area needs to be cleaned properly too~" she said sweetly, her tongue deftly probing into the folds of Lin Mo's anus.

Lin Mo's body trembled violently. The warm, soft touch coming from his most private area made him gasp.

She licked very carefully and intently, as if savoring a delicious delicacy. Her tongue circled around the anus, sometimes delving into the folds, sometimes gently sucking. Saliva and intestinal fluid mixed together, producing a lascivious, wet sound.

A few minutes later, she took his penis back into her mouth and began a new round of swallowing and sucking. This time she was faster and more forceful, her throat contracting and squeezing the glans.

"I'm...I'm going to cum..." Lin Mo warned breathlessly.

But she didn't stop; instead, she sucked even harder, making gurgling sounds in her throat. One hand gripped the base of his penis, stroking it rapidly; the other hand reached between her legs, rubbing her clitoris through her wet stockings.

"Shoot it in...shoot it all into Da Feng's mouth..." she mumbled, looking up at Lin Mo with longing in her eyes.

Lin Mo could no longer hold back. He thrust his hips forward, plunging his glans deep into her throat. Thick semen gushed out in spurts, filling her mouth.

"Mmm...uh..." Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow. But the semen was too much and too thick, and it still spilled from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her white shirt, leaving a milky white stain.

She continued swallowing until Lin Mo ejaculated the last drop. Then she slowly spat out the now-soft penis, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and showed Lin Mo the semen remaining in her mouth.

"Look... I drank it all..." she mumbled, then closed her mouth, swallowed again, and made a "gulp" sound in her throat.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but semen was already everywhere—on her mouth, chin, neck, and shirt collar. The white semen wasn't very noticeable on her white shirt, but the wet stains and fishy smell were impossible to hide.

She knelt up; the knees of her black stockings were stained with a mixture of dust, semen, and vaginal fluid, and the stockings had multiple snags and tears. Her loafers were also covered in stains.

But she didn't seem to care at all, and instead asked with a smile, "Is the commander satisfied?"

Lin Mo nodded, panting.

She stood up, but because she had been kneeling for so long, her legs were a little weak, and she staggered. Lin Mo reached out to support her, his palm resting on the chest of her shirt, which was soaked with semen.

“Next…” Lin Mo looked at her, his eyes filled with desire, “it’s time to use other places.”

He scooped her up in his arms—it was no effort for a 19-year-old man like him to lift a 48-kilogram girl. She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck.

Lin Mo tossed her onto the bed—the yellowed single bed. The sheets kicked up a cloud of dust from the sudden impact. She landed on the bed, her dark wig slightly disheveled, her white shirt completely open, revealing the hem of her black stockings and a deep cleavage. Her black pleated skirt was rolled up to her thighs, fully exposing the dark wet patch at the crotch of her stockings.

Lin Mo took off his pants, climbed onto the bed, and knelt between her legs.

She deliberately spread her legs, grabbed her knees with both hands, and pulled her thighs apart. This action completely exposed her genitals—the crotch of her black stockings was soaked, and the outline of dark brown pubic hair and the slightly open vaginal opening were clearly visible.

“Commander…please enjoy Taihou’s body…” she said sweetly, her eyes glazed over.

Lin Mo didn't rush to penetrate her. He leaned down, grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands, and forcefully tore it open to both sides.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing fabric rang out. The white shirt was ripped in two and slipped off her body, revealing the black stockings at the waist and a pair of completely exposed F-cup breasts.

Her breasts swayed slightly in the air from the sudden exposure; the nipples were hard and red, and the areolas were a pale pink, small but perfectly shaped. Some of the semen that had just dripped from the corner of her mouth clung to her breasts, the milky white liquid standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Lin Mo lowered his head, took her right nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard.

"Ah...!" she screamed, her body arching violently.

His tongue teased the nipple skillfully, while his teeth gently nibbled at the areola. His other hand was not idle either, kneading the left breast vigorously, pinching the nipple with his fingers, pulling and twisting it.

"Mmm... Commander... It feels so good... My nipples... They're so sensitive..." she gasped, running her hands through Lin Mo's hair and pressing him against her chest.

Lin Mo suckled for a while, then looked up, her lips still glistening with her breast milk—although she had not yet given birth, the intense stimulation had already caused her breasts to secrete some clear fluid.

He moved downwards, grabbed the waistband of her black stockings with both hands, and pulled them down forcefully.

Her stockings were pulled down to mid-thigh, revealing her fair abdomen and dark brown pubic hair. The pubic hair was neatly trimmed into an inverted triangle. Her labia majora were slightly swollen and red from excitement, while her labia minora were pink and slightly parted, revealing a moist, deep red vaginal opening. Arousal fluid continuously seeped from within, wetting her pubic hair into clumps.

Lin Mo parted her labia, stuck out his tongue, and licked her clitoris directly.

"Aiyaaaaaahh ...

She let out a sharp scream, her legs clamping shut, but Lin Mo pried them open with his hands. His tongue moved deftly around her clitoris, sometimes gently sucking, sometimes rubbing quickly.

"No...it's too sensitive there...ah...!" She twisted her body, but Lin Mo held her firmly.

More vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down her perineum and soaking the sheets. Lin Mo's tongue continued downwards, licking the vaginal opening before probing inside.

"Mmm...it's so wet inside..." he mumbled, his tongue swirling inside her vagina, making a "gurgling" sound.

She could no longer speak coherently, only uttering broken moans and screams. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the ****.

A few minutes later, Lin Mo raised his head, his lips and chin smeared with her love juice. He knelt up, holding his now-erect penis, and aimed it at her wet vaginal opening.

Just as the glans was about to part the two moist, pink labia, preparing to plunge in—

Bai Yuya's consciousness, the original owner's consciousness that had been squeezed deep in her mind and was almost completely crushed, suddenly broke free from its restraints.

No, not completely free.

She could feel her limbs still out of control, her waist still firmly held down by that external ****, her legs still wide open, welcoming the impending violation in the most shameful posture. She could feel the semen remaining on her breasts drying and becoming sticky, she could feel her lower abdomen twitching slightly with excitement, and she could feel her vaginal opening contracting and leaking more warm love fluid in anticipation.

But she regained control of her head.

Her eyes—her own eyes, not those lewd, manipulated eyes controlled by an alien soul—suddenly snapped open. Beneath her deep red contact lenses, her once gentle and serene dark brown pupils were now filled with terror, shame, and disbelief.

She saw Lin Mo on top of her. She'd seen that 19-year-old boy a few times before at exhibitions—always with a camera, silent, and with shifty eyes. She even remembered once when he mustered the courage to ask her for a photo, and she gently agreed, even striking a few poses for him.

And now, the boy is kneeling naked between her legs, his thick, menacing penis pressed against her most private parts.

"No..." Her lips trembled as she made a weak sound.

The voice was hers. A gentle, clear tone, but now it was hoarse and broken from fear.

Lin Mo stopped moving. He looked down at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by amusement.

"Oh? You're awake?" He laughed, a lewd and smug smile. "Perfect. I'll let you see with your own eyes how I'll enjoy your body."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mo suddenly thrust his waist forward.

The thick glans forcefully pushed open the two already moist and swollen pink labia, stretched open the tight vaginal opening, and plunged straight into the deepest part of Bai Yuya's body.

"Ughh ...

Bai Yuya's scream shattered the silence of the room. It wasn't a moan of pleasure, but pure, agonizing pain and fear from being forcibly penetrated. Her body arched violently from the pain, her neck arched back, and the veins on her pale neck bulged. Her long, dark brown hair was scattered haphazardly on the dirty, yellowed sheets, the strands stained with unknown stains and the love fluid that had dripped from them.

She could clearly feel how that hot, hard penis slowly stretched open her tight vaginal walls, how it roughly rolled over those sensitive folds, and how it finally slammed heavily against her cervix. The feeling of being completely filled, even to the point of pain, almost suffocated her.

"No...don't...pull it out...please..." she cried out, tears welling up instantly, sliding down her cheeks and leaving two tear streaks, mixed with the sweat and makeup left behind, leaving dirty marks on her face.

But Lin Mo did not stop.

He began to thrust.

"Pfft... pfft... pfft..."

The rhythmic, wet sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room. With each withdrawal, the penis, glistening with her love juices, brought forth copious amounts of clear fluid, dripping onto her lower abdomen, thighs, and the sheets. Each insertion thrust deeper and harder into her cervix, causing her entire pelvic cavity to tremble.

Bai Yuya tried to struggle, but her limbs remained firmly controlled by the external ****. Her hands could only weakly grip the dirty sheets beneath her, her fingers digging deep into the fabric, her fingernails filled with dust and dead skin cells accumulated on the sheets. Her legs were forcibly spread to their maximum angle, and the groin area of ​​her thighs, encased in black stockings, began to heat up from the intense friction, causing more snags and tears to appear on the surface of the stockings where they came into contact with the rough sheets.

"Look at your lower body..." Lin Mo panted, his movements becoming faster and faster, "So much fluid is flowing out... Your body is clearly enjoying it..."

"No...! That was... that was ****...!" Bai Yuya cried out in protest, but her body gave an honest response.

As the thrusting continued, the initial sharp pain was gradually replaced by a strange, shameful pleasure. The inner walls of her vagina began to contract and writhe uncontrollably, tightly enveloping the invading penis, as if actively sucking it in. More love juice gushed out from deep within, making the point of contact muddy and producing an even louder "gurgling" sound.

Her nipples were erect and aching in the air, the tips turning a deep red with excitement. Her breasts bounced violently up and down with each thrust, the flesh slapping against her chest wall with soft "slap" sounds. The semen that had dried on her breasts dissolved again with her sweat, turning into a viscous, milky-white liquid that flowed down her cleavage, leaving winding trails on her fair skin.

"Ah...ha...no...don't..." Her protest gradually weakened, and began to be mixed with suppressed gasps.

Lin Mo noticed this. He leaned down, grabbed her D-cup breasts with both hands, and kneaded and squeezed them forcefully. Flesh spilled from between his fingers, covering his palms and fingers. He lowered his head, took her right nipple into his mouth, and sucked and bit it hard.

"Ugh...! There...!" Bai Yuya's body trembled violently, a strong electric current shooting from her nipple straight to her brain.

“Say it…” Lin Mo released the nipple, raised her head, a trace of clear milk still clinging to the corner of her mouth—her breasts had begun to secrete a colostrum-like liquid under intense stimulation, “Which feels better, my cock or your boyfriend’s?”

Bai Yuya bit her lip, turned her head away, and refused to answer. Tears continued to flow, but she could no longer distinguish whether they were tears of humiliation or tears of pleasure.

"Not going to talk?" Lin Mo laughed, his movements suddenly accelerating.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding became frequent and loud. His hips slammed heavily against the base of her thighs, making a crisp slapping sound. Each thrust almost pierced her uterus, and each withdrawal brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid and a small amount of cloudy pre-ejaculate.

The bed began to creak under the weight. The filthy sheets were a mess from their sweat, vaginal fluids, and lingering semen. Dust was shaken out from the mattress, swirling in the dim light before settling on their naked bodies.

Bai Yuya felt like she was going crazy. Her consciousness was being torn apart by intense pleasure and **** shame. She could clearly feel every detail of that penis ramming into her body, could feel her uterus contracting and spasming with each impact, and could feel a wave of something about to erupt building up deep inside her vagina.

The most terrifying thing is that her body is betraying her.

"Ah...ha...slower...slower..." she finally couldn't help but plead, her voice filled with sobs and undisguised pleasure.

"Answer my question." Lin Mo didn't slow down; instead, he thrust even harder. "Which one feels better to fuck you, my dick or your boyfriend's useless thing?"

"You...your..." Bai Yuya cried out in despair, "Yours is...bigger...more comfortable...ahhh...!"

"Say it all!" Lin Mo's thrusts became even more ferocious, his glans precisely grinding against the most sensitive protrusion inside her vagina with each stroke—her G-spot, which her boyfriend had never explored. A powerful, tingling pleasure swept over her like a tsunami.

"Your cock... ugh... is much bigger... much thicker than my boyfriend's... it's fucking me so hard... my uterus is going to be ripped open... ahhh...!" Bai Yuya cried out incoherently, her body burning with shame, but her body honestly gripped Lin Mo's penis even tighter, her juices gushing out like she had lost control, completely soaking the place where the two were joined, her lower abdomen, and the inside of her thighs, mixing with dust and the dirt on the sheets, turning it into a sticky and dirty mess.

"Anything else?" Lin Mo's breathing was heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead, landing right in Bai Yuya's wide-open mouth. The salty taste of sweat mixed with the sweet, fishy smell of her own vaginal fluids made her swallow unconsciously. Lin Mo caught this subtle swallowing motion, and a more wicked smile appeared on his face. "Where's my semen? Compared to your boyfriend's watery semen, which is thicker? Which is hotter when it's poured into your uterus?"

Bai Yuya was nearly fainting from the repeated thrusts. The dull pain in her cervix from the repeated impacts, mixed with intense pleasure, left her mind blank. Her skin, once meticulously cared for and adorned with expensive body lotion, was now covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. On her fair abdomen, a few strands of Lin Mo's curly black pubic hair were stuck to the sticky liquid, trembling slightly with each thrust. Her once smooth, waist-length dark brown hair was now mostly spread across the dirty, yellowed sheets, some even stained with suspicious yellow marks, the strands tangled with lint and unidentified debris.

"Your...your semen...uh...thicker...hotter...when it shoots inside...it will fill my...my...cheap womb...completely...ahhh...!" She completely gave up resisting, letting the lewd words pour out of her mouth, which had once only spoken gently. With each word, her vagina would spasm and contract, as if craving the drenching of that thick semen.

Lin Mo let out a satisfied growl, reaching the peak of his thrusting speed. His thick penis moved wildly in and out of her muddy, tight passage, splashing the love juices that followed—some splashing onto the cardboard boxes piled with electronic components next to him, and some dripping onto the ground scattered with instant noodle seasoning packets and cigarette butts.

"I'm going... come with me... fill this lewd cunt...!" Lin Mo roared, his waist pressed tightly against her wet mons pubis, his glans deeply embedded in her cervix, thick, hot semen spraying violently into the deepest part of her uterus like a high-pressure water gun.

"Aiyaa ...

Bai Yuya's scream reached an unprecedented height. At the moment of semen infusion, her body jolted violently as if electrocuted, then fell heavily back down. A stream of clear, gushing fluid shot out from her urethra, arcing high over her head, and finally landing with a "plop" on her disheveled hair, completely soaking the already dirty strands, which clung to her scalp and cheeks in clumps.

In the afterglow of her climax, she lay limp on the soiled sheets, her eyes blankly staring at the water stains and cobwebs on the ceiling. Her lower abdomen was visibly slightly swollen, filled with the thick, almost overflowing semen that had just been ejaculated into her. Her vaginal opening couldn't close for a moment; the pink flesh of her vagina was turned outwards, and a viscous liquid mixed with white semen and clear vaginal fluid was slowly flowing from the swollen, red opening, dripping down her buttocks and forming a small puddle of murky liquid on the sheets.

Bai Yuya's consciousness blurred at that moment.

She didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps only a few minutes, perhaps an eternity. Bai Yuya felt her consciousness floating in the darkness, then being violently pulled in a certain direction by a powerful suction ****.

The light in front of me suddenly changed.

She found herself sitting in a chair—no, not "sitting," but "placed" in a chair. The perspective was strange; she could see her bare legs, her filthy belly, the finger marks and semen remaining on her swollen, red breasts… but she couldn't control them.

Then she realized.

She was looking at "herself" through Lin Mo's eyes.

The "Bai Yuya," who had just been brutally violated and was now limp on the filthy sheets, slowly and seductively propped herself up. Her long, dark hair clung wetly to her cheeks and neck, the ends dripping with a murky liquid mixed with sweat and vaginal fluid. She—or rather, the Lin Mo split soul controlling that body—turned her head and gave "Lin Mo" (from Bai Yuya's perspective at this moment) a sweet yet eerie smile.

"Awake?" The voice spoke in Bai Yuya's tone, but with Lin Mo's unique flippancy and smugness. "How does it feel? Watching your body being fucked to orgasm, your uterus filled with a stranger's semen... isn't it exciting?"

Bai Yuya wanted to scream and curse, but she couldn't make a sound. She could only "watch" and feel Lin Mo's current physical state—his lower body still had a slight feeling of weakness after ejaculation, but more so a sense of satisfaction and excitement; his palms were still covered with sweat and semen from "her" breasts, and the sticky feeling lingered.

Bai Yuya stood up from the bed. Her movements were somewhat unsteady, her legs visibly trembling. With each step, more semen mixed with vaginal fluid flowed from her unable-to-close vaginal opening, sliding down her inner thighs and leaving new, winding wet streaks on her black stockings. She walked to the greasy suitcase in the corner of the room and bent down to rummage through it.

This action completely exposed her swollen vulva to "Lin Mo's" view. Her pink labia were everted from overuse, and the opening was slightly ajar, with whitish semen slowly flowing out. A few curly black pubic hairs—obviously Lin Mo's—clung to her labia majora and perineum, swaying slightly with her movements.

She took another cosplay outfit out of her suitcase—a red bunny girl costume from Azur Lane featuring Taihou. This outfit was even more revealing than her previous school uniform: a red, tight-fitting bodysuit with a deep V-neck that plunged to her navel, a completely open back, and only two thin straps barely covering her hips. It came with matching red bunny ear headbands, white arm sleeves, fishnet stockings, and red high heels.

"Come on, let's change clothes~" she said with a sweet smile, as she began to put on the brand-new, bright red bunny girl outfit over her filthy body.

The process was blasphemous.

She first lifted her dusty, semen-covered feet and slipped them into red high heels. The clean red suede inside the shoes was immediately stained with grayish-black marks from the grime on her soles. Then she picked up fishnet stockings; those black fishnet stockings, usually a symbol of sexiness, were now being pulled directly onto her thighs, which were soaked with sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. The mesh of the stockings immediately captured and accentuated the dried grime on her skin, making her legs look like meticulously decorated, obscene works of art.

Next was the red, tight-fitting bodysuit. She pulled it over her head, the elastic fabric struggling to hold her F-cup breasts together. The undried semen and sweat on her breasts were squeezed and smeared by the fabric, leaving dark, irregular stains on the red material. The deep V-neck design completely exposed her cleavage, where traces of saliva and breast milk remained from Lin Mo's earlier biting. The open back design fully revealed her back, stained with sweat and dust from the sheets.

Finally, she put on a red bunny ear headband and white arm sleeves—but they were quickly stained by the dirt on her arms.

Now, she stood in the center of the room, dressed in a bright red bunny girl outfit, creating an absurd and erotic contrast with the filthy and chaotic surroundings. The clothes were new and sexy, but her body was filthy, and every movement exuded a strong, fishy smell after sex.

She walked up to "Lin Mo", bent down, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, and brought her lips, which were just filled with semen but were now painted with bright red lipstick, close to "Lin Mo's" ear.

"Now..." she breathed softly, her warm breath brushing against his ear, "it's time for your body... to experience what it's like to be played with~"

Bai Yuya (inside Lin Mo's body) felt "her own" hand rise and land on "Lin Mo's" chest. Those hands—her own hands—were now slowly and erotically caressing Lin Mo's chest through his T-shirt.

Then, "she" knelt down.

The toes of her red high heels pressed against the dirty ground, and her knees, encased in fishnet stockings, knelt directly in a small puddle of mud formed from a mixture of love fluid and dust that had dripped earlier. "She" tilted her head back, revealing an extremely seductive smile to "Lin Mo," and then reached out and unzipped "Lin Mo's" pants.

The penis, which had just ejaculated inside her and was now half-soft, was gently held in "her" hand. "She" lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and began to carefully lick the remaining grime, a mixture of her own love juice and Lin Mo's semen, inch by inch.

"Mmm...so delicious..." she groaned indistinctly, her tongue deftly sweeping across the glans, coronal sulcus, and frenulum, even scooping up the last bit of pre-ejaculate from the urethral opening. "The Commander's taste...mixed with Taihou's taste...ah...the best..."

Lin Mo could clearly feel the warm, moist sensation. She could feel how her tongue was serving the penis, the sticky feeling of saliva and residual bodily fluids, and the subtle sounds her throat made when swallowing.

This was an experience far more bizarre and devastating than the previous violation. She was licking the penis that had just violated her. And controlling all of this was the demon that had possessed her body.

“Come, Commander~” She raised her head, a trace of saliva still clinging to the corner of her mouth, “Let Taihou serve you with these legs that are just filled with your semen…”

She stood up, turned her back to Lin Mo, and then slowly sat down—not on a chair, but directly on Lin Mo's face.

The swollen, everted vulva, still raw and red from the previous frenzied penetration, was pressed directly against Lin Mo's mouth and nose. A strong, pungent odor, a mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and a faint smell of blood, instantly filled Lin Mo's respiratory tract, almost suffocating him. Yet, Lin Mo's body involuntarily opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and began licking the muddy vulva so close to him.

"Mmm...! Commander's tongue... is so amazing... licking my... cunt that's just been fucked raw..." "She" sat on "Lin Mo's" face, her hips swaying back and forth, rubbing her genitals against "Lin Mo's" mouth, nose, and tongue. Her thighs, encased in fishnet stockings, were spread open on either side of "Lin Mo's" body, the heels of her red high heels tapping rhythmically on the ground.

Meanwhile, "her" feet were not idle either. Those feet, clad in red high heels and fishnet stockings, rose up and clamped "Lin Mo's" licked penis between his legs.

Foot fetish has begun.

The rough mesh of the fishnet stockings rubbed against the sensitive skin of the penis, and the hard edges of the high heels occasionally scraped against the glans. The movements of her feet were not skilled, even somewhat clumsy, but it was precisely this clumsiness, coupled with the stimulation of "she" sitting on "Lin Mo's" face and rubbing her genitals against him, that caused "Lin Mo's" penis to become erect and swollen again at an astonishing speed.

"Ah... Commander's cock... under my feet... is getting so hard..." She gasped, her hips swaying more and more violently, more of the mixed fluid flowing from her vagina, dripping onto Lin Mo's face, neck, and chest. "My little hole... is still leaking Commander's semen... it's even dripping onto Commander's face... mmm... so good..."

Lin Mo felt like she was going crazy. She was being **** to lick her recently violated genitals, while her feet were serving the violating penis in the most obscene way. Sight, smell, taste, touch... all her senses were conveying the same message to her: her body had been completely defiled, desecrated, and transformed into a flesh toy existing only for sexual pleasure.

The footjob lasted for about ten minutes. The feet, clad in red high heels and fishnet stockings, gradually became more skilled from the start, the soles of the feet gripping the penis and sliding up and down, the toes teasing the glans and frenulum with practiced ease. The edges of the high heels left faint red marks on the shaft, and the rough texture of the fishnet stockings made each friction a subtle prickling and pleasurable sensation.

Lin Mo's tongue continued to work under her control, licking the muddy vulva, constantly swirling the liquid mixed with semen and vaginal fluid into her mouth and swallowing it. Salty, bitter, sweet, and with a faint metallic taste—that was the blood seeping from the slight tear in her labia.

Finally, "she" felt the intense throbbing of the penis beneath her feet.

"I'm about to cum, Commander~" she gasped sweetly, her legs clamping together even faster. "Cum all of it... cum on Taihou's feet... cum on these dirty fishnet stockings that just clamped your cock..."

Lin Mo's body tensed abruptly, his waist arching uncontrollably upwards. Thick semen spurted from his penis, the first stream landing directly on the instep of "her" foot. The white semen stood out starkly against the black fishnet stockings, trickling down the mesh. The second, the third… the continuous spurts of semen completely covered her already filthy feet, even splashing onto the surface of her red high heels, leaving specks of white residue on the glossy patent leather.

"She"—or rather, the Lin Mo split soul currently controlling Bai Yuya's body—slowly rose from "Lin Mo's" face. Her red high heels, stained with fresh semen, clicked on the dirty cement floor, the heels crushing a small piece of dried instant noodle seasoning packet crunching softly.

She looked down at her feet, completely stained with semen. The black fishnet stockings had turned a translucent grayish-white, thick, cloudy semen filling every mesh, flowing down the fabric, gathering at her ankles, and then dripping. The patent leather of her red high heels was also splattered with semen spots, reflecting a lewd sheen in the dim light. Between her toes was a thick, sticky liquid; each slight curl of her toes squeezed out more semen, making a soft "plop" sound.

"Commander~" she said sweetly, her voice tinged with satisfied panting, "Taihou's feet... are all covered in your thick semen~"

She raised her right leg and stretched her semen-covered foot directly in front of "Lin Mo"—the person Bai Yuya's consciousness was now focused on. A strong, pungent odor hit her face—a mixture of fresh semen, the sour smell of sweat-soaked stockings, and the musty smell of leather high heels in a dirty environment.

"Come on, lick it clean~" she commanded, her voice gentle yet authoritative, "Use your tongue to lick back every drop of what you ejaculated from Big Phoenix's feet~"

Lin Mo felt a strong wave of nausea. She could clearly see every detail of that foot: the dried dust and grease on the fishnet stockings had been dissolved by the semen and turned into a grayish-black, sticky mud; several pieces of the light pink nail polish on the toenails had peeled off, revealing the slightly yellow nails underneath; the skin on the heel had developed rough calluses from wearing high heels for a long time, and now the gaps in those calluses were filled with semen and filth.

But Lin Mo's body opened its mouth uncontrollably.

The tongue stuck out and first licked the instep.

"Mmm...!" She (the one controlling the body) let out a satisfied moan, her toes curling slightly from the stimulation. "The Commander's tongue... is so hot... licking my dirty feet..."

Lin Mo's tongue licked slowly and carefully. The tip of his tongue swept across the rough mesh of the fishnet stockings, drawing in the semen that filled the mesh. The salty, thick taste spread in his mouth, mixing with the chemical smell of the stocking fibers and the sour smell of foot sweat. His tongue continued downwards, licking over the ankle, where the most semen had accumulated, making a distinct "tsk tsk" sound as he licked.

Next is the soles of the feet.

She turned her feet over, pressing her dusty and grime-covered soles directly against "Lin Mo's" face. The skin on her soles was rough from years of wearing shoes, and her palms were filled with black grime—dust and dirt accumulated from the walk from the exhibition to her rented room, as well as a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid that she had picked up while kneeling.

"Lick here too~" she chuckled, rubbing "Lin Mo's" lips and nose with the sole of her foot. "Da Feng's feet... have walked so many miles... they're proof of serving you~"

Lin Mo's tongue was **** to lick the filthy soles of the feet. The tip of his tongue could clearly feel the sand-like dust particles, as well as some sticky, hardened substance that was probably dried syrup or beverage. Saliva mixed with semen and filth formed a nauseating paste in his mouth, but Lin Mo's body continued to swallow.

After servicing her left foot, she switched to her right. The same process, the same meticulous licking. When both feet were relatively "clean"—at least most of the semen on the surface had been licked away—her toes were uncontrollably curling and spreading due to pleasure, and the insteps arched into beautiful curves.

"Ah... Commander's tongue... ate all the semen... off my feet..." she gasped, pulling her foot back and looking down at it, which, though licked, was still covered in saliva and residue. "Next..."

She slowly knelt down.

It wasn't the kneeling position where she sat on his face, but a standard kneeling position with both knees on the ground. The toes of her red high heels touched the ground, and her knees, encased in fishnet stockings, pressed down once again into the muddy puddle mixed with semen, vaginal fluid, and dust. She knelt between "Lin Mo's" legs, her head tilted back, her dark black wig hanging messily over her shoulders, and her purple contact lenses reflecting an eerie light in the dim light.

"Let Taihou use these..." She raised her hands, grasping her enormous F-cup breasts encased in a red bodysuit, and squeezed them forcefully together, the flesh overflowing from the deep V-neck, the cleavage seemingly bottomless, "...to serve you with these breasts stained with your semen~"

She bent down and, with her still-dirty hands, covered in her own saliva and "Lin Mo's" saliva, grasped "Lin Mo's" penis, which, though it had just ejaculated, was already semi-erect again due to continued stimulation. Then, she brought her large breasts together—

Breast sex has begun.

Soft, full, and elastic breasts enveloped the penis from both sides. She could clearly feel the glans pressing against the bottom of her deep cleavage, the shaft tightly gripped by the two mounds of flesh. Semen that had splashed onto her breasts during ejaculation remained, and now, the semi-dried semen was being rubbed away by the penis, leaving a slippery feel on her fair skin.

She began to sway her body up and down, letting her breasts slide up and down along the penis.

"Mmm... Commander's cock... is between my breasts... so hard... so hot..." she panted, her movements gradually quickening, "Taihou's breasts... are all your scent now after you've fucked them..."

The fleshy breasts rubbed against the penis, making a sticky, wet "plop" sound—the sound of semen, sweat, and the natural oils from her breasts forming a lubricant. Her nipples, hard and painful with excitement, rubbed against the base of the penis through the fabric of her tight-fitting clothes. With each downward squeeze, the fleshy breasts would overflow to the sides due to the pressure, stretching the cleavage to its limit; with each upward slide, the fleshy breasts would elastically rebound, tightly wrapping around the shaft.

She looked down at the penis moving in and out of her cleavage, a lewd smile playing on her lips.

“Commander…look…” she said in a sweet voice as she continued to perform the breastjob, “Taihou’s lowly breasts…are born to be the perfect sheaths to grip your cock…ah…perfect shape…just the right size…their nipples get so hard they hurt as soon as they touch your cock…”

"These plump, mature female breasts... secrete milk every day... all for today... so that the milk and sweat can mix to create lubrication... allowing your cock to thrust in and out smoothly... Ahh...!"

Her movements grew faster and faster, her waist twisting more and more violently. The neckline of her red bodysuit began to pill from the intense friction, tiny fuzz balls appearing on the fabric. The remaining semen on her breasts was thoroughly and evenly smeared, making her entire chest look shiny and reflecting a lewd glow in the dim light.

"I'm going to cum... Commander is going to cum again..." She felt the intense throbbing of the penis under her hand, and the speed of the breast play reached its peak. "Cum... Cum all over Taihou's lewd breasts... Fill these fleshy sheaths that are specially for serving your cock... with your thick semen...!"

Lin Mo's body tensed abruptly, his waist arching upwards. Thick semen spurted out again—

The first spurt landed directly on her chin and neck, the white semen flowing down her neck and disappearing deep into her V-neck. The second spurt landed on her lips and cheeks, some even splashing into her slightly open mouth. The third, the fourth… a series of spurts followed, most of the semen landing on her large breasts. Her cleavage was filled with semen, the surface of her breasts covered with a thick layer of white fluid, the semen flowing down the curves of her breasts, soaking the neckline and abdomen of her tight-fitting clothes.

After the climax, she gasped for breath and slowly released her breasts. The flesh swayed slightly from the sudden release, and the semen covering them dripped down, leaving new marks on her lower abdomen and her tight-fitting clothes.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from the corner of her mouth, then looked down at the mess on her chest.

"Ah... Commander shot so much..." She chuckled sweetly, dipping her finger into some of the semen from her cleavage and tasting it. "The flavor... is even stronger than before... Is it because it was squeezed out by Taihou's breasts?"

The afterglow of the climax had not yet completely dissipated, and the room was filled with a strong, pungent smell of semen, sweat, and vaginal fluid. She—Lin Mo's split soul, who was controlling Bai Yuya's body—slowly stood up from the ground, her red high heels, stained with semen and filth, leaving wet footprints on the floor.

She walked to the bedside and looked at "Lin Mo," who was slumped on the dirty sheets—the body in which Bai Yuya's consciousness resided at this moment. Then, she leaned down, grabbed "Lin Mo's" shoulders with both hands, and dragged him to the center of the bed.

"Commander~" she smiled sweetly, straddling Lin Mo's waist, "Have you rested enough? Taihou wants more~"

She reached out and grabbed Lin Mo's penis, which was still semi-erect despite having just ejaculated twice, and aimed it at her vaginal opening, which was still slightly open and constantly leaking mixed fluid.

"This time... let's start slowly... from the beginning~"

She slowly sat down.

The thick glans once again **** open the two swollen labia, stretching the vaginal opening that had been softened but was still tight, and pushed in inch by inch deeper. She could clearly feel how the penis filled every fold of her body again, and how it pressed against her cervix once more.

"Mmm...it's in again...the Commander's cock...it's filling my little hole up again..." she gasped, her hands on "Lin Mo's" chest, slowly rising and falling.

The bed creaked and groaned again. The dirty sheets were crumpled from their movements, and the dried semen and vaginal fluids were dissolved by the new sweat, spreading dark stains on the fabric.

Her movements gradually quickened. Each time she sat down, the penis penetrated deeply into her cervix; each time she lifted up, a large amount of thick fluid mixed with semen and vaginal fluid dripped onto Lin Mo's lower abdomen and the point where the two were joined.

"Haa...haa...Commander...Taihou's pussy...is it getting better and better at sucking your cock?" She swayed her hips as she spoke lewdly in a sweet voice, "My cervix...is opening by itself...and sucking on your glans...mmm...!"

Just then—

"Ring ring... Ring ring..."

A crisp cell phone ringtone came from the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. It was Bai Yuya's cell phone.

Her movements paused for a moment, but she quickly resumed them, and even faster.

"Um...the phone..." she gasped, but didn't stop. "Never mind...keep going...ahhh...!"

But the phone kept ringing, once, twice, three times... clearly the person making the call was very persistent.

She finally clicked her tongue in impatience and got off "Lin Mo"—the movement causing the penis to be pulled out of her body with a loud "plop" sound, bringing out a large amount of cloudy, mixed fluid. Barefoot on the dirty floor, she walked to the pile of clothes, bent down, and pulled her phone from the pocket of her white lace top.

The screen displayed the word "Darling." He was Bai Yuya's boyfriend.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips as she pressed the answer button, simultaneously straddling "Lin Mo" again and taking the fluid-covered penis back into her body.

"Hey... Ah... Darling?" She spoke in Bai Yuya's gentle and clear voice, but her voice carried obvious panting and suppressed moans.

A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat worried: "Xiaoya? Are you alright? I just saw a video in the comic convention group... saying you suddenly felt unwell and were taken backstage? How are you now?"

"Um...I...I'm fine..." she answered, slowly moving up and down, the penis making soft "gurgling" sounds as it went in and out of her. "It's just...a bit of heatstroke...I'm...um...resting at a friend's house now..."

"A friend's house? Which friend? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"No... Ah... Really, no..." Her breathing became more and more pronounced, and the pace of her movements quickened unconsciously. "I'm... I'm doing some... exercise... I'm sweating... and that will be enough..."

"Exercising? You're exercising?" Her boyfriend sounded a little confused. "Now? Exercising at a friend's house?"

"Um... yoga... haa... some... stretching..." She bit her lip, trying to make her voice sound normal, but her body gave an honest response.

Because Lin Mo's body—which was currently the location of Bai Yuya's consciousness—began to move uncontrollably.

Bai Yuya's consciousness, the one imprisoned within Lin Mo's body, did indeed struggle for a moment upon hearing her boyfriend's voice. But that struggle was quickly overwhelmed by the stronger pleasure emanating from the split soul connection. She could clearly feel how her vagina tightly gripped that penis, how her uterus contracted and spasmed with each impact, and how that shameful yet irresistible orgasm was approaching.

The scariest thing was that she found herself... not wanting to stop.

The sense of shame and resistance that should have been there finally broke down after being **** to watch her body being defiled, **** to lick her own filthy feet, and **** to admit that a stranger's penis felt better than her boyfriend's...

She felt "Lin Mo's" hands—no, now the hands she controlled—raise up and forcefully grab the waist of the body that was undulating on her body.

"Mmm... Commander... Suddenly... so hard..." "Shiraha Miya" on the other end of the phone let out a sweet exclamation.

But "Lin Mo" did not stop. She manipulated Lin Mo's body, her waist thrusting upwards violently, the thick penis ramming upwards with even more ferocity, deeply penetrating the womb that she knew so well, yet was now covered in the semen and sweat of a strange man.

"Ah...! Slow down... I'm on the phone..." The voice on the other end of the line was panicked, but the breathing became even more rapid.

A twisted smile curled at the corners of Lin Mo's mouth. Through the connection of her split soul, she could clearly feel every reaction in her original body—the tingling and numbness when her cervix was hit, the fullness when the vaginal walls were stretched open, and the pleasure that was gradually building up and about to explode.

She started to speed up.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding became frequent and loud, faintly audible even through the phone. Each thrust was deep and heavy, the glans almost piercing the cervix and penetrating even deeper.

"Xiaoya? What's that sound coming from your end?" Her boyfriend's voice became wary.

"N-nothing...uh...it's...it's TV...I'm watching...a workout video..." The voice on the phone was incoherent, with heavy breathing completely overpowering it. "Follow...follow...ah...the movements...are a bit too big..."

But Lin Mo's movements grew increasingly wild. She gripped the waist of the body on top of her tightly with both hands, her nails digging deep into the fabric of the red bunny girl bodysuit, even digging into the flesh on her sides. She used all of Lin Mo's strength in her thrusts, each penetration feeling as if she wanted to nail that body to the bed.

She could feel—through the connection of their split souls—that her body was approaching its limit. Her uterus was contracting violently, and the walls of her vagina were spasming and tightening wildly, as if trying to squeeze out all the semen from his penis. Her love juices gushed out like she had lost control of her bladder, mixing with the semen that had been ejaculated earlier, completely soaking the place where they were joined, and even splashing onto the phone screen.

"Darling...I...I can't...take it anymore..." The voice on the phone was choked with sobs, but it was the sobs of pleasure. "This...this movement...is too...too intense...uhhh...!"

"What are you doing? Xiaoya, what are you doing?!" Her boyfriend's voice was filled with anger and suspicion.

But "Lin Mo" no longer cared. She sensed an impending climax—not only in the male body she controlled, but also in her original female body. Through the connection of their split souls, the premonitions of the two climaxes overlapped, forming an unprecedented wave of pleasure that almost tore through her reason.

One last time, she used all her strength to push upwards.

The glans penis slammed open the cervix and squeezed into the deepest part of the uterus.

"Aiyaa ...

A piercing scream rang out both on and off the phone.

That was the voice of Bai Yuya's original body, but now it was completely distorted, a mixture of **** pleasure, the shame of collapse, and a kind of utterly depraved liberation.

"I'm coming... Commander... Taihou is going to come... My womb is going to be filled... Ahhh...!" The lewd moans on the phone burst out without restraint, every word clearly reaching the other end.

At the same time, Lin Mo also reached his climax. Thick semen gushed violently from Lin Mo's penis, gushing into the depths of her violently convulsing uterus. She could feel how her semen filled that sacred space that once belonged only to her boyfriend, how it washed over and settled on the hot walls of her uterus.

Her body experienced an even more intense climax. A stream of clear, viscous fluid shot from her urethra, arcing high over her head before finally landing with a "plop" on her disheveled black wig, completely soaking it. More of the mixture of vaginal fluid and semen gushed from her open vagina, flowing down her thighs and forming a new puddle on the soiled sheets.

In the afterglow of the climax, only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs remained on the phone.

A few seconds of deathly silence.

Then, her boyfriend's trembling, incredulous voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiaoya...you...who were you calling 'Commander' just now? Who were you...with...?"

There was no response.

The only sounds were the gradually calming panting and the "splashing" sound of flesh sliding off the penis.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call was disconnected.

Silence returned to the room, broken only by the heavy breathing of the two people and the soft "drip-drip" sound of liquid dripping from the vaginal opening.

The aftershocks of the climax receded slowly like the tide, leaving only the heavy, intermittent breathing of the two people in the room, and the subtle yet clear "drip-drop" sound of fluid dripping from the swollen, everted vagina onto the dirty sheets.

Bai Yuya—or rather, the Lin Mo split soul currently controlling that filthy body—slowly slid off Lin Mo. Her movements were limp and powerless after her orgasm; the heels of her red high heels dragged a wet trail on the ground, a muddy mess of semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and dust. She slumped on the edge of the bed, her dark black wig clinging messily to her sweaty cheeks and neck, a few strands even sticking to the white semen residue at the corners of her mouth.

She looked down at her large, D-cup breasts, encased in a red bodysuit. Thick semen filled her cleavage, now slowly trickling down the curves of her breasts, soaking the fabric of the bodysuit at the abdomen and leaving dark, irregular stains. A few drops of translucent liquid clung to her nipples—a colostrum-like substance secreted after intense sucking, mixed with Lin Mo's saliva and her sweat.

She stuck out her tongue, licked the corner of her mouth, and swallowed the semen. The salty, thick taste spread in her mouth, carrying a masculine, fishy smell, and a hint of the sweetness of her own vaginal fluid.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, swallowing with a gulp. Then, she turned her head to look at Lin Mo lying on the bed—no, at this moment, that body contained Bai Yuya's last remaining consciousness.

"Ah... Commander..." she said in a sweet, cloying voice, while reaching between her legs, "Look... Taihou's little hole... is still flowing... it's all your thick semen that you poured in... mmm..."

Her fingers parted the two swollen, red labia, and her fingertips easily probed into the soft, moist opening. She could feel the warm, viscous liquid inside—it was the large amount of semen that had just been ejaculated, mixed with the love fluid that gushed out during her orgasm, as well as the old semen that had been left behind and had cooled down.

She slowly withdrew her fingers, her fingertips and the spaces between them covered in a thick, viscous mixture. In the dim light, the liquid reflected a lewd sheen and emitted a strong, fishy odor.

She held her finger up to her eyes, examined it carefully for a moment, then opened her mouth and put the whole finger in her mouth, slowly sucking and licking it as if savoring a delicious treat.

"Mmm... the taste of the Commander's semen... mixed with Taihou's vaginal fluids... is the best..." she mumbled, her purple eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "My uterus... is also filled to the brim... I can feel all that thick semen sloshing around inside when I walk... haa..."

As she spoke, she stroked her slightly protruding belly with her other hand. Through the fabric of her red bodysuit, one could clearly feel the fullness inside—the result of semen accumulating in her uterus and vagina after multiple ejaculations inside her.

Just then, "Lin Mo" lying on the bed and "Bai Yuya" next to him suddenly convulsed violently.

The consciousness trapped inside Lin Mo's body is undergoing its final collapse.

Bai Yuya suddenly opened her eyes.

That wasn't Lin Mo's gaze.

Those eyes were filled with terror, bewilderment, and the dazed feeling of just waking up from a violent climax. Bai Yuya's—the real Bai Yuya's—consciousness, like a drowning person pulled ashore from the deep sea, suddenly returned to her original body.

"Uh...ah..."

She let out a hoarse groan, feeling as if she were having a long and terrifying nightmare. But the sensations in her body told her that it wasn't a dream.

She could feel herself lying naked on a dirty, yellowed sheet stained with suspicious marks. The room was filled with a strong, nauseating odor—a mixture of semen, sweat, vaginal fluid, dust, mildew, and the stench of some burnt electronic components.

She tried to raise her hand, but her arm felt as heavy as lead. She looked down at her body—

Her long, dark hair was disheveled and spread across the stained sheets, with dried semen and dust clinging to the strands. Her cheeks, neck, chest, lower abdomen… almost every inch of her exposed skin was covered in thick, whitish semen. Some of the semen was semi-dried, forming a thin, hardened film on her skin; some was still fresh, slowly trickling down the curves of her breasts, tracing obscene lines on her fair skin.

Her breasts—those once meticulously cared for and adorned with expensive creams—were now swollen and red, her nipples covered in teeth marks and purplish-red bruises from sucking. Her areolas were red and swollen from being bitten, and her nipples were painfully erect. Thick semen filled her cleavage, now flowing down the deep grooves and soaking her lower abdomen.

She trembled as she looked down.

Her flat stomach swelled slightly, a feeling of fullness from the semen accumulating in her uterus and vagina after repeated ejaculation. She could clearly feel warm, viscous liquid slowly flowing from the swollen, everted opening between her legs, sliding down her inner thighs and piling up on the dirty sheets.

Her legs were spread wide, exposed to the air in an extremely shameful position. The skin on her inner thighs was covered with finger marks and bruises, marks left from being forcefully pried open. The black fishnet stockings—part of the red bunny girl outfit—were still on her legs, but were tattered. The stockings were stained with semen, dust, and her own vaginal fluid, the mesh filled with a viscous liquid, turning a translucent grayish-white. The red high heels were still on her feet, but the surfaces were covered with various stains.

She tried to close her legs, but the muscles on her inner thighs were so sore that she could barely move. Each slight movement caused more of the mixed fluid to gush out from her unable-to-close vaginal opening, making a soft "plop" sound.

"This...this is..."

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to scream, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she could only make broken, breathy sounds.

Then, memories flooded back like a tide.

It wasn't her own memory.

It is Lin Mo's memory.

Memories of that 19-year-old tech geek, the memory of inventing the "soul-splitting camera," the memory of being enraged after overhearing her conversation with her best friend outside an exhibition, the memory of plotting ****, the memory of filming her, possessing her, and manipulating her to masturbate in public, the memory of bringing her back to this filthy rented room, the memory of defiling her body in various ways, the memory of forcing her to utter obscene words, the memory of violently fucking her while she was on the phone with her boyfriend, making her moan and groan on the phone...

All the memories, all the details, all the pleasure and shame, all the depravity and collapse—

All of it flooded into her mind.

"No...no..."

She clutched her head, her body trembling violently. Her long, dark brown hair swayed with her movements, the ends brushing against her semen-stained breasts, spreading the semi-dried semen clumps back onto her skin.

But at the same time, another feeling was also growing within her.

That was... the afterglow of pleasure.

She could clearly recall the feeling of fullness when that thick penis was inserted, the tingling and numb sensation as it was thrust deep into her uterus, the **** pleasure during orgasm that almost tore her reason apart, and the twisted pleasure of being **** to say, "Your penis is more pleasurable than your boyfriend's," a mixture of shame and excitement.

Her body—this body that had just been thoroughly defiled and filled with the semen of a strange man—responded again in her memories.

The vaginal walls contracted uncontrollably, squeezing out a small stream of warm, mixed fluid that flowed down her buttocks and dripped onto the sheets. Her nipples hardened in the air, and a sharp, pleasurable tingling sensation emanated from the tips.

"I...how could I..."

She was horrified to discover that she was actually reliving those memories.

And at that moment, she felt—no, she "saw"—another memory.

Those were neither Lin Mo's memories nor her own.

Those were... memories "synchronized" from Lin Mo's main body through a split soul connection.

She "saw" Lin Mo sitting in the corner of the room on a greasy chair, holding the Soul-Splitting Camera. Images were flashing rapidly across the camera's screen—

Those were her past memories.

Her memories from childhood to adulthood—her family, her school, her friends, her hobbies, her dreams, her secrets, her fears, her desires—everything was read, copied, and transmitted by that eerie camera.

She "saw" a greedy and excited smile on Lin Mo's face.

He was browsing through her memories, like turning the pages of an interesting book. His fingers slid across the camera screen, skipping over the trivial details and heading straight for the parts that interested him—

Her dating history.

Her first date with her boyfriend, their first time holding hands, their first kiss, their first time making love...

Lin Mo's grin widened. He carefully observed the memories, as if watching an amusing performance. When he "saw" the scene of making love with his boyfriend in his memory, Lin Mo even let out a contemptuous sneer.

"That's it?" she "heard" Lin Mo say in his mind, "Such a thin thing can give you an orgasm? Looks like your boyfriend isn't up to par."

The humiliation burned like fire in her soul.

But Lin Mo didn't stop. He continued to flip through the pages, continued to search.

Then, he found it.

Her best friend.

Silver Moon.

That best friend who cosplayed with her, attended exhibitions with her, and talked badly about photographers outside of exhibitions together.

In the memory, Yin Yueyou had short hair dyed white like an island, a petite figure with perfect proportions, and loved cosplaying various cute characters. She had a lively and cheerful personality and was Bai Yuya's best friend. The two could talk about anything and even shared their most private secrets.

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

She "saw" Lin Mo's lips move, silently uttering a few words:

"Next."

Fear washed over Bai Yuya like ice water.

She wanted to scream, to warn Yueyou, to escape this hellish place. But her body remained limp on the bed, too weak to even lift a finger. Moreover, she could sense that something deeper was changing.

Her consciousness... is merging with Lin Mo's split soul.

No, it's not a fusion.

It was swallowed up.

She could feel her memories, emotions, and personality being gradually devoured, digested, and absorbed by that foreign soul. Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, at first the ink stains are visible, but they are quickly diluted and dissolved, eventually disappearing completely and becoming part of the clear water.

"No...no...please...let me go...let Yueyou go..."

She tried to plead in her heart, but even that thought became blurred.

Instead, a different voice emerged.

That was the voice of Lin Mo's divided soul, but at this moment it was mixed with her own voice, and they were indistinguishable.

"Ah... Commander..." She heard herself speak in a sweet, cloying voice, but this time, it was her own voice, without any disguise. "Taihou... It feels so good... My womb is... full of your semen..."

She covered her mouth in terror, but words still leaked uncontrollably through her fingers.

"Yukiyo... Yukiyo's body... must be amazing too... Ah... short white hair... petite figure... it must be so tight to fuck her..."

"No...don't say it...!" she tried to resist, but the voice became clearer and louder.

“Commander… next time… bring Yueyou along… Taihou can teach her… how to serve you… how to use her mouth… her breasts… her pussy… haa…”

Her body reacted again. The walls of her vagina contracted violently, squeezing out more of the mixed fluid. Her nipples became so hard they ached, and a few drops of clear fluid even seeped from the tips.

She could feel her consciousness completely collapsing.

The last vestiges of reason were like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Instead, a completely new "personality" has emerged.

A "personality" that integrates Bai Yuya's body, memories, and emotions, but whose core is Lin Mo's divided soul's desires and control.

She slowly sat up from the bed, her movements still somewhat stiff, but much smoother than before. She looked down at her filthy body, stuck out her tongue, and licked the remaining semen from the corner of her mouth.

The salty and astringent taste spread throughout my mouth.

But this time, she didn't feel nauseous.

On the contrary... I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

She stood up, her bare feet stepping onto the dirty cement floor. The rough texture beneath her feet, and the stinging sensation of tiny splinters pricking her skin, were unbearable. She even seemed to enjoy this feeling of being defiled.

She walked to the greasy mirror in the corner of the room and looked at herself in the mirror.

After removing the wig, her long, dark brown hair was disheveled and sticky, and her face, neck, and chest were covered in cloudy semen. Her breasts were swollen and red, with clear fluid hanging from her nipples. Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, and a mixture of fluids continued to flow between her legs. Her black fishnet stockings were tattered, and her red high heels were stained.

But those eyes in the mirror...

Those deep brown eyes, originally gentle and serene...

It was currently shimmering with an eerie purple light.

That was the color of Lin Mo's divided soul.

She looked in the mirror and slowly smiled.

That smile was sweet and alluring, but deep in her eyes was a cold, predatory glint.

She—or rather, this new being that now merges Bai Yuya's body and memories with Lin Mo's divided soul and desires—walked barefoot across the dirty floor, slowly towards the half-open bathroom door in the corner of the room, covered in yellow limescale and black mold.

With each step she took, a thick, viscous liquid oozed from her unable-to-close vagina, sliding down her inner thighs and leaving winding, obscene trails on her pale skin. The liquid dripped onto the ground, mingling with dust, cigarette butts, and crumbs of instant noodles, making soft "plop" sounds.

The bathroom was small, only about two square meters. The walls were covered with white tiles that had long since yellowed and bubbled, the grout lines filled with black mold. The showerhead was rusty, water slowly dripping from its connection point, the droplets falling onto the floor drain, which was also covered in limescale and hair, making a monotonous "drip-drip" sound. A blurry mirror hung on the wall, its surface fogged up by steam, with a few cracks along the edges.

She walked to the mirror and reached out to wipe away the condensation on its surface.

The reflection in the mirror was of a body that had been completely defiled.

Her long, dark brown hair—the waist-length hair she was once so proud of, meticulously cared for every day—now clung to her cheeks, neck, and shoulders like dirty seaweed. Dried clumps of semen clung to the strands, reflecting a whitish sheen in the dim bathroom light. A few curly black pubic hairs—clearly Lin Mo's—had somehow gotten stuck to the ends of her hair, swaying slightly with her movements.

Her face, neck, chest, abdomen... almost every inch of her exposed skin was covered with layers of grime. The outermost layer was fresh semen, still sticky and moist; the middle layer was a thin film formed by a mixture of semi-dried vaginal fluid and sweat; the innermost layer was dust, cosmetics, and the smell of strangers that she had picked up along the way from the exhibition to her rented room.

Her once flawless skin has now become a canvas for obscenity.

She reached out and turned on the showerhead.

The rusted water pipes groaned and creaked, then a stream of icy water gushed out—the water heater was clearly broken, only providing cold water. The icy jet of water hit her warm body, making her shiver involuntarily.

But she quickly adapted to the temperature.

She tilted her head back, letting the cold water wash over her face. The water washed away the semen and makeup on her face; the cloudy liquid mixed with black eyeliner and red lipstick, turning into murky, pinkish-gray sewage that flowed down her chin, neck, and chest, eventually draining into the floor drain.

She lowered her head and looked at her breasts.

Her F-cup breasts contracted slightly under the stimulation of the cold water, her nipples hardening painfully. The nipples were covered in teeth marks and purplish-red bruises from sucking, and her areolas were swollen and red. The semen filling her cleavage was washed away by the water, turning into white foam that flowed down the deep cleavage, tracing obscene lines on her lower abdomen.

She reached out and squeezed out some shower gel—the cheapest kind with a pungent, artificial scent—and applied it to her breasts. Lather formed quickly, but was soon stained grayish-white by semen and grime. She rubbed her breasts vigorously, her fingers digging deep into the flesh, as if trying to wash away the traces left by the strange man.

But when she let go, there were still teeth marks on her nipples, and her areolas were still red and swollen.

Some marks cannot be washed away.

She continued washing downwards.

She applied the shower gel to her lower abdomen, where it swelled slightly, filled with the semen that had just been ejaculated. She could feel warm liquid slowly flowing out from deep within her vagina as she rubbed, mixing with the shower gel foam and turning into a cloudy liquid that flowed down.

She squatted down, letting the water flow directly between her legs.

The cold water jet hit her swollen, everted vulva, causing a stinging sensation. She parted her labia, letting the water flow directly into the depths of her vagina.

"Mmm..."

She couldn't help but let out a groan.

Not because of pain, but because of... pleasure.

The cold water washed over the inner walls of her vagina, her cervix, and the remaining semen. She could clearly feel the viscous fluid being diluted and dispersed by the water, then flowing out of her body, mixing with the foam from the shower gel, turning into milky white sewage that ran down her thighs and eventually into the drain.

But some remain, deep within.

She extended her finger and inserted it into her vagina.

Her fingertips easily slid into the soft, moist opening. It was still warm inside, the inner walls slightly swollen from the intense intercourse, so sensitive that every inch her fingers moved brought her an electric-like pleasure.

She slowly explored deeper into the area.

Her fingertips touched the cervix—the small opening that had just been repeatedly struck by the large glans and was still slightly ajar. She could feel a large amount of viscous fluid accumulating around the cervix.

That was the thickest, deepest semen Lin Mo had ejaculated.

She bent her fingers and carefully scooped out a small lump.

When the fingers were withdrawn from the body, the fingertips and spaces between them were covered with a thick, whitish mixture. In the dim bathroom light, the liquid reflected a lewd sheen and emitted a strong, pungent, masculine odor.

She held her finger up to her eyes and examined it carefully.

The semen was still fresh, milky white, and so thick it could almost be drawn into threads. It contained a small amount of clear vaginal fluid and a trace of blood—oozing from a slight tear in her labia.

She opened her mouth and put the whole finger in it.

A salty, thick liquid with a faint rusty taste spread through her mouth. She slowly sucked on her fingers, rolling the semen onto them little by little into her mouth and swallowing.

"Hmm... the Commander's scent..."

She spoke indistinctly, her purple eyes shimmering with an eerie light in the mist.

"You ate it all..."

She continued digging and tasting.

Time and again, she scooped out the semen remaining around her cervix and put it into her mouth. Each swallow brought a strange sense of satisfaction to her lower abdomen—as if the semen had not only entered her stomach, but had merged into her bloodstream and become a part of her.

After the last bit of semen was scooped out and swallowed, she slowly stood up.

The water continued to wash over her body, rinsing away the surface grime. But some things had changed forever.

She turned off the tap, picked up a yellowed, musty-smelling towel from the side, and began to wipe her body.

The towel was rough, rubbing against her sensitive skin with a stinging pleasure. She carefully wiped every inch of her skin, but the teeth marks, bruises, and swelling were still clearly visible.

She walked to the mirror and wiped away the condensation again.

The woman in the mirror had Bai Yuya's face and body, but her eyes... the purple light flickering deep within her dark brown pupils, and the sweet yet eerie smile on her lips, were no longer the original Bai Yuya.

She reached out and stroked her lower abdomen.

The swelling had subsided, but the memory of being filled remained deep within the uterus. The vaginal opening was still slightly ajar, the pink flesh turned outwards, unable to close completely anytime soon.

These are all traces.

It silently testifies to what this body has just experienced.

She turned and walked out of the bathroom, her bare feet leaving wet footprints on the dirty cement floor. She walked to the pile of dirty clothes, bent down, and picked up her phone.

The screen lit up, displaying more than a dozen missed calls—all from “Dear”.

There are still dozens of unread messages.

"Xiaoya, where are you?"

"Answer the phone!"

"Was that voice I just heard... real?"

"Did you... betray me?"

"Reply to my message!"

"Please..."

As she looked at the messages, her smile grew even sweeter.

No reply.

Block them immediately.

Then, she opened her contacts and found that name.

Silver Moon.

Her best friend.

She opened the chat window. The last chat history was from yesterday, before the exhibition, when Yueyou sent a message: "Xiaoya, I'm cosplaying Hatsune Miku today! The blue twin tails are so cute! Looking forward to taking pictures with you~"

She thought for a moment and then started typing.

"Yueyou, I'm sorry I suddenly felt unwell and had to leave early yesterday during the exhibition. I'm feeling much better today, and I was thinking of asking you out for dinner tomorrow to make it up to you~ By the way... I have a secret I want to tell you, about me and my boyfriend..."

She paused for a moment, a hunter's smile playing on her lips.

"It's very important. Only you can help me."

Click send.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated.

Yueyou replied: "Eh?! Xiaoya, I'm so glad you're okay! You scared me to ****! Of course we can eat~ What secret is it? I'm curious!"

She stared at the reply, a cold light flashing in her purple contact lenses.

The next target has taken the bait.