C4 Corpse theft at night

Playing with you would definitely be exciting, but if it was someone else, their life would be taken by you.

They walked through the slums, through dark alleys and finally into a shabby little building.

I followed her because I wanted to see if she had any accomplices so that I could catch a few more at once.

After closing the door, Aom did not turn on the light and immediately began to undress.

Aom did not have much white dress to begin with. He unzipped his upper body and took it off, causing two white rabbits to jump out.

Seeing that Aom's clothes were off to her belly, I immediately took action. If I let her take them off again, I wouldn't be able to hold it in.

His master had told him that he couldn't combine human and ghost together, or else his life force would be damaged.

A special red rope swished around and tied Aom up.

Aom's pair of white rabbits were strangled and deformed as he asked in panic, "Sir, what are you doing?"

I coldly replied, "You're a wild ghost. You still want to harm others today? Aren't you going to die?"

Aom's expression changed and he let out a mournful howl. His two hands grew longer, reaching two meters in length. He wanted to grab my neck.

My hand tightened and the red rope that I was holding onto started to emit a golden light. It tightened Aom, especially the pair of little white rabbits. The red string had already sunk deep into her snow-white flesh.

Aom screamed miserably as he retracted his extended hands and begged for mercy, "Sir, please forgive me. I have never hurt anyone before. I can serve you every day from now on. You will be very obedient."

I said, "How can I trust you?"

Aom told me pitifully about her life, about how her parents had died when she was young, about how poor her family was, and about how she had started being a young lady at the age of fifteen so that her brother could go to school.

Until her brother went to college, Aom went to school to see her brother, her brother actually said she was dirty, did not recognize her in front of the students, Aom too sad took sleeping pills suicide.

Who would have thought that even after death, people would not be able to live peacefully. Her corpse had not been buried, and her younger brother had bought it for her to play with in a night arena.

A corpse being raped and sexually assaulted would also increase the unbearably strong desire, which was why I was the one who wanted to vent.

After Aom finished speaking, his face was covered in blood and tears.

I was furious when I heard this. Her brother is worse than an animal.

I promised Aom that I would help her steal a corpse and bury her in the ground to settle down. At the same time, she would need to cooperate with my secret technique and become the soul of a Guman Thong.

Releasing the red rope, I tied Aom's hands and helped her put her dress back on.

During that time, Aom's eyes were blurred, and he always said it was itchy.

It's a pity that I can't help her solve her itch, as I comforted her that these symptoms will disappear when she drills into the Guman Thong.

Like a small dog, he pulled Aom towards the store.

After returning to the store, I took out the Guman Thong that my senior had placed under the cupboard. The two year old child that was turned into a dried corpse was only the size of two palms.

After setting up the Guman Thong, I prepared to use a high level secret technique to raise ghosts and seal Aom inside the Guman Thong.

At this moment, Aom suddenly fell to the ground, his dazed eyes starting to look delicate, panting.

I knew that someone must be working on her body.

Aom touched his body randomly, his clothes were torn and messy, and a large amount of honey was flowing out of his underwear.

Looking at Aom in this state, what I feel is not desire, but deep sympathy and compassion.

She was a beauty, but she couldn't do anything about it …

I decided to steal Aom's body from the night scene at night.

Aom had been in a daze for 15 minutes, presumably the time someone had spent toying with her body.

I asked about the location of the night scene, used a red rope to seal Aom in the shop, and then went out again.

The name of the night square was written in Thai and it was called the Fortune Club. The front door was cold and deserted, and the business wasn't thriving.

The interior was luxuriously decorated with crystal lamps and red wine glasses. It felt like a high-class place.

However, the business here was not advanced at all. What was wrong with it? It was absolutely necessary to play with corpses.

A waiter wearing black stockings walked over and asked gently, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

I shook my head.

The waiter led me to the front desk and said, "Sir, please pay the deposit first. There are different prices at different levels."

I looked at the price list and was shocked by the amount.

Normal level 100 thousand Thai baht, Feng level 200 thousand, Charm level 300 thousand, royal level 1 million.

This isn't something that an average person can afford. I can't afford it either.

Seeing that the waiter's face was filled with anticipation, I said embarrassedly, "About that, beauty, I suddenly remembered that I still have things to do at home. I'll come back next time to play."

The waiter turned around and walked away. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "He looks like a pauper."

However, my hearing ability was very strong, and I was quite angered upon hearing it. The contrast between what happened and what happened before was too great.

Walking out of the entrance to the night field, I walked around the outside of the field and climbed up the pipe to the second floor.

He entered through the window on the second floor and saw a long corridor with a room at the side. The room had a sign that read PRINCIPLE 209 on the door.

Could it be that there was a royal female corpse worth 1 million?

The door was locked, but that didn't make it difficult for me. I took out a tool from my pocket and quickly opened the door.

The room was dressed as a pink sea of flowers, and there was a unique scent in the air.

On the bed in the middle of the room, a young girl was quietly lying down.

The girl was dressed in pink princess clothes.

I knew she wasn't Aom as soon as I entered, but I couldn't help it.

The young girl was about 1.7 meters tall, and her eyelashes were very long. There were no scars on her delicate face, making her look like a child with a giant peak.

She was wearing white stockings on her slender legs. If she were to lie down beside the bed, she would be able to see the white underpants under the girl's skirt.

There was a small bulge in her panties, and I wondered if she was a troll.

Climbing into bed and stroking it with my hand, I was sure she was a pure girl, because her fingers could sink in.

The moment he started, he couldn't stop. He moved his hands up and down his body, stripping the young girl of her clothes.

Looking at the pink buds in front of me, I hesitate.

Should he go up?

He's a beast, isn't it too much of a pity to not go up? This is worth 1 million.

The girl was quiet, and even when I spread her legs out in a figure eight, she didn't say anything.