cry of a butterfly

The faintly white sky gradually wiped out the trace of Morning Star, and the girl who had not recovered from her serious injury was still sleeping on the bed.Her younger brother appeared at the door of her bedroom, leaning on the door frame and looking at her carefully, unable to go away for a long time.

Compo appeared behind the boy hovering at the door, smiled at him and said, "Go say goodbye to your sister."

A wealthy man is invited to participate in a resort development and, for the first time ever, he wants to bring his stepson with him.

The place where a group of rich and powerful people meet is inaccessible, yet to be discovered by the world.Although there are dormant volcanoes and tumbling hot springs all year round, there is still a sense of primitive slash-and-burn farming.

The boy walked to the girl's bed, pinched the hem of his clothes nervously, and lowered his head to call her, "Sister..."

Her fair and delicate face was covered with spots and bruises. Kang Enya struggled for a long time before her tightly closed eyelids opened a gap to see the light.Showing an extremely gentle smile to the bewildered boy, she weakly raised her arms and beckoned him, "Come here... I have something to say to you..."

Kang Xiaoqi obediently knelt down beside the bed, leaning his head towards his sister.

Kang Enya reluctantly stood up, pressed her dry lips to her brother's ear, and suddenly stuck out her tongue to lick his earlobe.

"I know it's you. Compo knows it too." With a hoarse and deep laugh, she said, "You can't come back, you're dead."

The pale and handsome man's face appeared above her line of sight, and the girl lay back on the bed again.Burying half of his face under the quilt, the stepfather who rushed in smiled, "I'll wait for you to come back."

The boy was led out of the door by his stepfather reaching out to hold his shoulder.He glanced back at his sister and found that she had sat up.The smile on the delicate cheeks was extraordinarily bright and beautiful, and it didn't look like she was injured at all.

He saw her constantly waving her hands towards him, talking silently to herself, as if saying: Farewell.

When Compo and a police detective were sailing on a yacht, the girl got into trouble.

She had gone to a party full of alcohol and sex that day, and she was very drunk when she hailed the car home.Staggering out of the taxi, she took out her wallet and looked at it. Kang Enya told the driver that she was penniless.

The driver expressed his displeasure at this, because it took more than an hour to drive a drunk man from the city center to the suburbs, and he had no intention of returning empty-handed.The girl readily stretched out her fingers to block the man's mouth, and with the other hand she tore off her panties.

There was light rain in the night sky, and the boy who was worried that his sister would not come home all night went out to look for it with an umbrella, and happened to appear in front of the couple who had sex——

He saw his sister being pushed against the car door by a man.The trousers faded to the bend of the legs, and the two fat buttocks hung down like this. The man wheezed and gasped, and impatiently moved his lower body, bumping and thrusting.

Kang Enya hooked the other party's neck, and let the legs that held the other party's body stand on high stilts, and the sky blue underwear hung on the cute white and tender toes.She spared no effort to moan exaggeratedly, and smiled and gave her middle finger to her younger brother who was directly facing her.

Of course Kang Shoch understood her sister's subtext: I can open my thighs to a lowly taxi driver, but I will never let you invade my body.

The umbrella fell to the ground, and the drizzle brushed against his face.At that moment, the thin boy's anger had nowhere to hide, he clenched his fists and rattled, and even heard the bones all over his body howling with shame and anger.

Once the idea of ​​revenge is born, it grows like crazy.

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Drive ahead before dawn.The mountain road is a bit steep, and it has been raining for the past few days, and the tires make noise when they slide across the ground, like an old woman chattering endlessly.

Before leaving, the elder sister's warning was full of intimidation, so that every nerve in the boy's body was stretched to the limit.Along the way, his stepfather kept facing each other in profile, without meeting his eyes, and never said a word to him.After a long, breathless silence, he finally couldn't help but said, "I don't understand, where are you taking me? If you just want to be silent all the way, why do you let me go?"

Glancing sideways at the co-pilot's seat, the man who was concentrating on driving hooked his mouth, "I'm waiting for you to speak."

"Me?" Conshoch acted very aggressively—he loosened his seat belt, opened the door on his side, and leaned half of his body out of the car, "You can just push me down like this, but You can't make me talk about things I don't want to talk about!"

Staring firmly into the other's eyes, the boy clenched his trembling teeth.The wind that suddenly rushed into the carriage was very strong, blowing his hair messily in front of his eyes.

"Why should I push you down?" Faced with such out-of-control behavior, Compo smiled indifferently, "You are my son. Just like Enya is my daughter."

"Don't be so hypocritical, you are a pervert, a deformity, and an executioner." He was determined to fight with his life, desperately.He guessed that he was not without a chance of winning. Since this man strictly abided by the precepts he set and regarded the always tricky and troublesome Kang Enya as his daughter, he might also regard himself as his own son.After thinking about it, Kang Xiaoqi said coldly again, "Since you say so, then push your son to pieces with your own hands!"

"Ha," Compor grinned with white teeth, and suddenly slammed the steering wheel—under the centrifugal force of the car's rapid turn, Kang Xiaoqi, who was holding on to the car door, was almost thrown off the cliff.He glanced at the young man who was still in shock with the corner of his eyes, and he curled one corner of his mouth, and his tone was still very casual, "You grabbed my life gate, just like you grabbed the car door."

"Anyway... Anyway, it's your nature to be despicable and nasty, and it's your specialty to turn black and white..." The hand holding the car door kept breaking out in cold sweat, and the extreme fear almost split his chest.The boy who pretended to be calm turned pale and stammered, "You can...you can explain that I fell by myself after the door was suddenly thrown open...Anyway, you always have a way to get away with it like so many times in the past ..."

"I want you to have a chance to confess." Looking sideways at the half-exposed thin body of the other party again, Compo suddenly retracted the arc of the red lips that easily caused wonderful imagination, and turned to Said in a very gentle, serious, even deliberative tone, "I beg you not to say no so quickly."

However, the refusal came firmly, "No, I have nothing to say!"

Zhong stared at the front again intently, the man shook his head with a smile, as if signaling to the other party that he would not chase after him, "Close the door, the wind is too cold."

The boy who picked up the steps and went down immediately closed the car door obediently, and fastened the seat belt with trembling cold hands.Looking suspiciously at his stepfather—even people suffering from lung disease Chengshika blood would not have such a pale face, he asked after a while, "We are going up the mountain, are you dating those rich people?" Meet at the top of the mountain?"

"No."

"So... where are we going?"

"Stop by to see your mother."

"Really...Really?!" The boy cried out in surprise, his body trembled violently, and he was about to burst into tears on the spot—since his mother was sent to the madhouse, no matter how much he cried, begged, or Hysterical attacks, but never had the chance to see her again.

Compo did not answer his son's question, but instead turned on Jonelle's music and turned up the volume of the car stereo to the maximum.

In the deafening metal music, the man who kept his eyes on the front asked the boy next to him, "Does it sound good?"

The sharp music stings people's headaches, and Kang Xiaoqi replied without thinking, "It's like the cry of a dying man."

Compo smiled faintly, "I agree."