Pilot’s Standby Room, 7:00 PM
A stony-faced Huang Guangmei reached down and opened her personal locker, removing a standardized short-uniform 9mm semi-automatic pistol worn by pilots.
“I’m sorry, Amy, if I’m the cause of all this irredeemable nightmare, let me bear it alone!” Speaking alone, Koumi Wong pulled the gun slide to let the bullet load.
Cruiser Database, 7:15 PM
Evil thoughts…
Lust…
I looked at my mirrored image on the computer screen displaying the profile and couldn’t tell which one was the real me.
Reality and illusion…
Who am I?
What is the point of the act of finding my own original identity?
┅┅
Maybe there’s nothing…
？
What?
Luck or bad luck, which side is on my side?
There are encrypted files of mine in the database…
┅┅
My short file has a name I know well: “Koumi.”
I turned the seat to face the rear, and Koumei Wong, who had appeared silently, was pointing a semi-automatic pistol at me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come afterward to accompany you to the Yellow Springs with you.” Huang Guangmei said as if realizing.
It’s so nice that I’ve actually become this important.
Shoot me if you have to, while you still have the chance.
“Put the gun down!” Just as Huang Guangmei was about to pull the trigger on her semi-automatic pistol, someone spoke out to curb her move.
Hattie?
“I cannot allow you to engage in such behavior.” Hattie, who had a gun pressed against Huang Guangmei’s back, said as she snatched the weapon from her hand.
Small Parts Wash Room, PM 7:45
“You go ahead and leave, Hattie.” I said.
“Yes…”
Hattie, who had been stripped naked and hung upside down tied at a tilted 45-degree angle, slowly left with her forehead tipped down.
“Your skin is so soft and smooth that I kind of can’t bear to hurt it…”, I said to Koumi who had turned her cheek sideways.
“How do you like that kind of play?”
My hand probed between Koumi Wong’s taut, bare thighs, my fingers lifting the short, coffee-brown bush.
“Aww…”
While Huang Guangmei opened her mouth in shock, I shoved a hollow hose that happened to fit in her throat into her mouth.
My hand stroked along the curve of Wong Kwong Mei’s hips, wandering all the way around her 24.5-inch waist to her tucks, then turning to let my palm grip her breasts, which were slightly fuller than my hand with hard little pistil cores in the center.
“┅┅”
Hwang Kwang-mi, who was forced to hold the hose against the mouth of her esophagus, closed her eyes tightly.
Without further thought I left her naked body and took out a medical syringe and a tube of warm water muddled with a small amount of medicinal alcohol.
“！！！”
Without warning, Huang Guangmei’s tightly clenched asshole hole was penetrated deeply by a foreign object, and warm liquid was squeezed into her by the pressure.
One at a time, I slowly injected the liquid in the tube into Huang Guangmei’s rectum, watching her eyes widen in helpless tears.
Huang Guangmei’s flat and flabless belly gradually longed, and her breath caught.
After injecting the liquid, I ran my palm over Huang Guangmei’s bulging belly, mercilessly admiring her as if she were tumbling in purgatory.
“How long can you stand it?”
My fingers slipped between Koumei’s warm fleshy lips, peeling back the thin skin covering the nub and twisting it hard after pinching the red pearl of flesh.
“！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！”
Tea-brown, murky liquid poured from the opening of the hose held in Koumei Hwang’s mouth, as well as from the opening of the blooming chrysanthemum petals.
“Now, we can sit down and talk properly.”
I, who undid the restraints on Hwang Koumei’s body and made her bend her naked body to lie upside down in the filthy filth to continue vomiting, sat back on the chair and said.
Outside, cowering in a corner, Hattie sat down with her hands pressed to the corner of her forehead, her tightly closed eyes dripping more than a few tears.
(to be continued)