I am a 50-year-old Chinese mortician. For twenty-five years I have prepared the dead for their final viewing, but only the bodies of attractive young Chinese women aged 18 to 30—students or professionals, with small, firm A-to-C cup breasts—truly bring me alive. I reject any with open wounds, suicides, illnesses, or medical deaths. Only clean, intact corpses appeal: those taken by drowning, electrocution, choking, suffocation, or homicide by strangulation or smothering. I adore abdomens bloated by water, early decomposition gases, or pregnancy. My greatest private ritual is performing CPR on them, pretending I am their last chance at life, before I rape them thoroughly while cleaning, embalming, dressing, and making them up for the funeral.
Here are five of my most cherished entries.

Entry 1: Mei Ling, 22, university student
Mei Ling arrived pale and perfect after drowning in a river. Hours underwater had left her abdomen beautifully bloated, swollen and tight like a drum. She had long straight black hair, delicate features, and perky B-cup breasts. No marks, no wounds—just cold, smooth skin and that glorious water-bloated belly.
I locked the preparation room and stripped her. I washed every inch with warm soapy sponges, paying special attention to her small pink nipples and her shaved pussy. My fingers slid deep inside her frigid cunt, cleaning and exploring. Then I laid her flat on the stainless-steel table and began CPR. “Breathe for me, Mei Ling!” I cried, interlacing my fingers and pumping her chest hard, feeling her B-cups flatten under my palms. Thirty compressions, then I pinched her nose, sealed my mouth over hers, and blew two long breaths, my tongue pushing past her dead lips to taste her. No pulse, no response—exactly how I like it. My cock was iron-hard.
I climbed onto the table, spread her limp legs, and drove my thick cock balls-deep into her ice-cold pussy. The bloated abdomen jiggled with every savage thrust as I pressed both hands into it, feeling the water shift inside. I fucked her mercilessly, grunting, until I flooded her dead womb with thick ropes of cum. Only then did I embalm her—draining the blood and my seed, injecting preservative.
I dressed her in the white lace funeral gown her family had sent, brushed her hair until it shone, and applied soft pink lipstick and rosy blush so she looked like a sleeping angel. Before wheeling her out, I propped her up, put my arm around her shoulders, and took a private selfie, smiling beside my perfect creation.

Entry 2: Li Hui, 19, college student
Li Hui had been electrocuted by a faulty hair-dryer in her bathroom. Minor entry burns on her hand, nothing visible once clothed. Slim, porcelain skin, innocent face, full C-cup breasts that still looked perky in death.
I stripped and hosed her down, soaping her heavy tits and rolling the nipples between my fingers. I cleaned her tight little asshole especially well. Then CPR: I straddled the table, compressed her chest between those magnificent C-cups, watching them bounce, then gave her deep mouth-to-mouth kisses, sucking on her cold tongue. “Come back to me, baby,” I whispered between breaths.
Unable to wait, I flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and rammed my cock into her cunt from behind while still pumping her chest with one hand. The cold, lifeless grip was exquisite. I came hard, then turned her over and embalmed her properly.
I chose a modest black dress for her, did her makeup with dramatic eyeliner to make her look like a beautiful doll, and took my selfie with her head resting against my shoulder, her dead eyes closed forever.

Entry 3: Wang Jing, 28, marketing executive
Wang Jing choked to death on a piece of steak at a company dinner. No external marks at all. She was slender, elegant, with a heart-shaped face and sweet A-cup breasts.
I washed her slowly, lingering on her tiny tits and sliding soapy fingers in and out of her pussy and ass. CPR time: I pressed down on her flat chest, feeling the small breasts compress, then locked lips and breathed life that would never return. My erection throbbed against her thigh.
I fucked her right there on the table during the embalming prep—slow, deep strokes while the drainage tube was in, my cum mixing with the blood I was removing. After embalming I dressed her in a elegant navy suit, applied nude lipstick and subtle contour, making her look ready for a boardroom in heaven. I took the selfie with my cheek against her cold one, grinning.

Entry 4: Zhang Lan, 25, school teacher
Zhang Lan was strangled during a home invasion—classic traumatic asphyxiation. The body was found after a day, so early decomposition had begun: her abdomen was nicely bloated with gases, skin slightly mottled but still beautiful. B-cup breasts, long legs, lovely oval face with faint ligature marks I covered later.
The smell of early rot only aroused me more. I cleaned her thoroughly, my hands worshipping the swollen belly, pressing it to feel the gas shift. CPR was intense—I pounded her chest, watching the bloated abdomen rise and fall with my compressions, then french-kissed her dead mouth hungrily.
I fucked her twice: once vaginally while squeezing her gas-bloated belly, then turned her over and took her ass, the rigor making it deliciously tight. I emptied both loads inside her before embalming.
I dressed her in a soft pink blouse and skirt, concealed the neck marks with high collar and heavy foundation, painted her lips cherry red, and took my selfie with one hand cupping her bloated tummy through the fabric, smiling proudly.

Entry 5: Liu Xia, 24, office clerk (seven months pregnant)
Liu Xia, heavily pregnant, was smothered with a pillow in a robbery gone wrong—pure traumatic asphyxiation, no open wounds. Her belly was massively bloated from the baby, skin stretched shiny and taut. C-cup breasts had swollen with pregnancy, dark nipples begging to be sucked.
I spent extra time cleaning her. I soaped the enormous pregnant belly, kissed it, licked the stretched navel. Then CPR: I compressed high on her chest above the bump, feeling her milk-filled tits bounce, then gave her long, loving mouth-to-mouth while my free hand stroked the baby mound. “Breathe, mommy,” I moaned.
I fucked her missionary style so I could watch and feel the pregnant belly jiggle against me with every thrust. I came so hard I saw stars, pumping my load deep into her dead cunt while pressing my face into the warm, bloated abdomen. After embalming I dressed her in a flowing white maternity gown that beautifully accentuated the bump, applied natural makeup, and brushed her hair into soft waves.
I propped her up slightly, put my arm around her, rested my hand on her pregnant belly, and took the final selfie—my favorite of all.

Volume 2 to cum very soon!

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They sure have a diverse expressions for someone that is supposed to be dead

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The mortician can shape their expression by squeezing and manipulating their faces easily.

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