0042 042 Tomorrow's Guillotine (H)
The world is divided into several continents by several oceans. Long, long ago, the people on each continent were unaware of the existence of other people and had no communication with each other. However, the pace of human evolution was relatively consistent in the past. Regardless of whether it was in the east or the west, intermarriage among relatives would always occur in the families of the rulers, who called it "ensuring the purity of bloodlines."
Children born from consanguineous marriages often carry latent or overt diseases, but this was no longer a consideration for people and medical professionals at the time. They would simply hold their children, who could call them both "Dad" and "Uncle," and grin from ear to ear.
I often wonder how they define love. There must be love among them, that bond of blood. Blood is the most wondrous thing in the world. How can another person grow inside a person's belly? And how can that little person look so much like him? They have the same temperament in every gesture. Is it an external, distinctive appearance, or a mark secretly passed down deep within? Fifteen years ago, I waved here. Now, you are just standing here, and you have depicted my appearance back then.
Perhaps I don't love you either, but I'm just forced to complete a task. I yearn for the bright sunshine outside. I try to reach out, but I sink deeper and deeper into the mud. All I can tell my child is to escape, erase the marks of us from your body, and escape as far away as possible.
She obeyed, she left, she caught up with her own sun, but why did she bring her family back? I don't know. I could only hold the healthy little child and cover her eyes.
I think this is probably the end of my mission in this life. At night, I walked alone into the yard and stepped toward the pond in the middle. A sound caught my attention, and I was very curious.
I've been defeated by curiosity my whole life, and I looked toward the faint light.
Why was my child on top of her brother? Why did they do that?
It's love, Mom, it's love. I don't know him, I just love him.
Whatever, I don't want to know anymore.
The world at the bottom of the lake is also quite nice.
Qi Shuyao put down the heavy comic book, pushed it aside, and rubbed her sore wrist.
This comic is Ji Shuihan's debut work, "All the Puppies in the World Are Holding Hands". The lines are simple, the story is chaotic, many plots are incoherent, and the composition is also haphazard. The work received a lot of harsh reviews, but they seem to have forgotten that this is just the work of a child who is not even ten years old.
Later, Ji Shuihan became incredibly popular, and her later works further fueled the fire of her earlier works. It was precisely because of the large amount of blank space in this work that critics had a lot of room to interpret her, allowing Ji Shuihan to roam freely among various schools of thought.
Qi Shuyao had read this comic when she was very young. She was too young to understand anything at the time. When she became obsessed with possessing Qi Yu, for some reason, the first thing she thought of was to dig out this comic that was pressed at the bottom of the bookshelf and read it from beginning to end again.
By then, she already knew Ji Shuihan and her mother, Ms. Yang Tian.
But wouldn't her mother see the hidden meaning here?
Lowering his head, Qi Yu found himself leaning between her legs, his head resting against her lower body. She was wearing a woolen mini-skirt today, and the hem was now covering his forehead.
"dad……"
Her slight trembling was mixed with the man's heavy breathing, and her own overflowing moans were also caught in his mouth. The panties under her skirt were pushed open, and her entire dry vulva was taken into his mouth. His mouth enveloped the entrance of her vulva, and the tip of his nose touched her clitoris. The slightest movement of his head would cause sparks to fly. His entire face was blocked, and from Qi Shuyao's angle, she could only see the Adam's apple on his neck moving up and down.
She was pulled by the legs, slid from the cabinet to the bottom of the chair back, and sat down with her entire vulva covered by Qi Yu's head. He grabbed her bare inner thigh with one hand and put the other hand on her lower back, pressing her down on his head.
Her labia were soaked with saliva and looked like they were about to melt, drooping numbly to the side. He was kissing her vulva with his tongue, the thin layer of flesh was sucked and stretched, and the tender red flesh inside was turned out, which was very seductive, but no one had the good fortune to see it.
The opening of her vulva softened completely, and only then did he insert his tongue into her vagina. As soon as the tip of his tongue squeezed in, a large mass of her soft flesh wrapped around it, writhing wildly, holding his tongue while pushing it out.
The man stepped back slightly, and the clitoris, which had been pressed against the tip of his nose, stood erect and contracted sharply.
Qi Yu admired the beautiful scene from the closest distance. His vulva contracted forcefully, briefly exposing the tender flesh hidden deep inside. He could also see the skin and flesh twitching slightly on the inner thighs, which were closest to him.
When the thrusting ended, a trickle of sweet fluid seeped from the crevice and all of it was swallowed into his mouth.
Taking advantage of the lingering warmth of the climax, he forcefully pried open the still trembling flesh with his tongue and thrust it inside, burying his entire tongue inside. He vigorously swirled and swept inside, rapidly thrusting in and out, the vaginal fluid and saliva slapping against each other, echoing in the office.
Qi Shuyao almost bit her tongue raw. She leaned back, her head resting on a shelf in the bookcase. Although it was uncomfortable, at least she had found a foothold. She tried to bring her legs together, but they were repeatedly forced apart. Her clitoris and the area below it were numb, with a continuous electric current flowing upwards. Her lower back was also sore that she couldn't support her upper body, but a large hand held her tightly and kept kneading and massaging her.
Every part of her lower body was being noticed, stimulating her so much that her whole body trembled. Intermittent electric currents ran through her vagina, even reaching her arms and shoulders, making her dance on the chair. It was coming, it was coming! She desperately tried to tighten her vagina, but the heat forced it open, and even her tongue, which had been tightly gripped, was pushed out.
The water from the orgasm splashed all over Qi Yu's face. He closed his eyes and slowly savored the moment. Qi Shuyao, who was above him, had no strength left. She went limp and fell headfirst down.
Countless worms crawled all over her skin, gnawing at her until she curled up all over. The worms' sharp legs clung to her bones, trying to crawl out from her facial features.
She frowned, but didn't bump into the table. Her body was caught steadily by a large hand, and she lay on top of him.
Qi Yu simply leaned back and then closed his legs, creating a bed for her. Qi Shuyao spread her legs wide and wedged them onto his shoulders, her still-spurting vulva pressed against his chest. She used her breasts to press against his erect penis, her face pressed between her thighs, leaving only her two arms hanging limply at her sides, her fingertips tugging at a few strands of her hair.
Qi Yu chuckled softly. He lowered his head and kissed her soft, white bottom, causing the girl to tremble again. The room was well-heated, giving her skin a light pink hue, like the delicate fragrance of a carefully prepared dessert dough being lifted from a steamer.
He nibbled and bit at her buttocks until she regained some strength and began to resist with moans and groans. Qi Yu then reached under her and, with a forceful pull, flipped her over and held her in his arms again.
Qi Shuyao's position was finally corrected. She raised her weak hand to brush away the messy long hair in front of her eyes and leaned back against Qi Yu's warm chest. After leaning against him for a while, she felt that there was something wet between them. She reached in and touched it, and found that it was already wet.
"You...I...no...do you have any clothes to change into?"
Her voice was soft, sweet, and a little hoarse, deliberately trying to tug at his heartstrings. Qi Shuyao didn't hear what he said in her ear before a hot rod was shoved into her hand.
Her naked vulva was right in front of his penis, her legs were already spread apart, and his penis was so swollen that she could barely hold it. After a few strokes with the wet penis, it was lifted up and taken into her mouth.
Her once empty vagina, which had only ever been flowing with fluid, was now completely filled. She frantically tried to prop herself up with her hands to prevent herself from falling too quickly, while her two dangling legs swung wildly below. The more she moved, the more sensitive her vagina became, and her legs continued to tremble. After struggling for less than five seconds, Qi Shuyao suddenly released her hands and fell heavily down as if letting herself be penetrated, completely filled.
Qi Yu wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, holding her tighter and tighter. He buried his head in her hair and then rested it on her shoulder. His breath and his hands slipped into her clothes through her collar and down to her chest.
"Don't pinch me, it hurts."
"What's wrong."
"I don't know. I've been in pain lately. My mom said I might be going through puberty again, but I'm almost an adult, what am I going through puberty for?"
He did indeed lighten the pressure on his hands, but their breathing continued to grow heavier and heavier, eventually mingling together.
The violent swaying, the chair rattling back and forth, the bodies intimately intertwined, the icebreaker breaking through the ice and heading into the sea, flowers scattering in the sky amidst towering white mist, she tugged at his tie and bit her lip, the world suddenly tightened in that instant, then transformed into sweet rain falling back onto the earth.
The world quieted down. Qi Yu gently patted Qi Shuyao's waist. She was too tired and was dozing off in his arms, her little face constantly burrowing into his embrace.
It was as if there was a tangled ball of yarn in her mind, tangling many clues, but she couldn't find a clue or see what was written on those clues.
"Dad, do you believe in any gods?"
Which god?
"It is said that life is a cycle of reincarnation, either in oneself or in one's children. Some people say that after everyone dies, their soul has a chance to return, and if their descendants are willing, they can possess them."
"Where did you hear these stories from?"
“I used to think it was just a story, but now I’m starting to believe it. Otherwise, how would anyone know about things that happened before they were even born?”
She seemed to have finally figured out the complicated relationship. She forcefully lifted her eyelids to look at the table, loosened his tie, and pointed to a signature on a document.
"This Yang Jianlin is Yang Tian's older brother and Ji Shuihan's uncle. I saw him at the art gallery."
"Yang Jianlin is the Party Secretary of Henghai New Area."
“He and Yang Tian were lovers, but Ji Shuihan didn’t know that she wasn’t born yet at that time. The child in the painting was actually her older sister, who had already passed away.”
"Who told you all this...?"
She pressed his hand down, and then added in a seemingly rambling manner.
“When Ji Shuihan was born, her maternal grandmother had already passed away for a long time. Her older sister died along with her maternal grandmother. This past was kept secret in their family. But how did she know? Why did her mother agree to let her draw these things? How could she know so many details? These things should only be known by her maternal grandmother…”
Qi Yu grabbed her shoulders and jolted her awake, pulling her out of her reverie. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, her tone returning to normal.
“These are all things Ji Shuihan told me before. She was obviously acting crazy when she said these things, but she was normal after she finished. I didn’t understand at the time, so I asked her what she meant, and she turned around and asked me what she had just said. And!”
Qi Shuyao took out two photos from her pocket and opened them.
"The left picture shows her drawing style and lines before she went to college, while the right picture shows her drawing style after her father locked her at home for several months. They are completely different. Could it be that the first one was drawn by her maternal grandmother, and the later ones were drawn by her own?"
The atmosphere instantly brightened, and Qi Yu even laughed out loud. He rubbed Qi Shuyao's serious little head and took out a gunman's agreement from the drawer.
A gifted young female painter was forced by her own father to hire a ghostwriter to paint her portrait, but upon closer inspection, the signature at the bottom turned out to be Ji Delu's own name. Qi Shuyao glanced at it and pushed the document back. She turned to look at Qi Yu, unusually calm.
"Tell me, is Yang Tian on Yang Jianlin's side or Ji Delu's side?"
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