August is the hottest month of the year, and after dinner, the residents of the town of Pachino on the southeast coast of Sicily help the old and the young out of their homes and enjoy the cool off the seaside of the breeze.

At this time of the day, the appearance of Mrs. Bellucci causes a commotion in the crowd by the sea.

She stroked her wavy black hair, wore the most fashionable short skirt, and stepped on high-heeled sandals full of ** temptation.

Since he married to Pachino, a quiet sunny town. Her every move is eye-catching and reverie, and her smile and smile teach men to be intoxicated and women to envy. Like a goddess, Madame Bellucci conquered this seaside paradise.

The women looked at her with envy mixed with rejection, and the men looked at him with enchanted gazes mixed with **.

Although it was not the first time that she had wandered between the eyes of different emotions, Mrs. Bellucci still felt inexplicably stressed.

Mrs. Bellucci walked across the long sandy beach to a sparsely populated reef.

Taking off her sandals that stood in the way, Mrs. Belluzzi skilfully climbed barefoot to the highest part of the reef, and stood there looking south.

It is in this direction, across the wide sea there is an endless desert, where her husband is serving, is he also standing on the seashore like he is now, looking in the direction of home, hoping that the family can be reunited as soon as possible.

Mrs. Bellucci stood silently on the reef and stared south, a minute passed, two minutes passed, ten minutes passed

It wasn't until night fell that Mrs. Bellucci reluctantly left the reef. Put on your own high-heeled sandals and head home.

"I've finally got you. My Venus. A figure jumped out from behind a reef more than two meters high. Stopped in front of Mrs. Bellucci, and her voice was full of obscenity.

Madame Bellucci was so frightened that she involuntarily took a few steps backwards and looked at the owner of the voice with a disgraced face.

The man opposite has an irregular geometric face, a square nose, and a protruding mouth, like Quasimodo in Notre Dame.

"Berlusconi? What do you want? Seeing the other man's appearance, Mrs. Bellucci couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Silvio Berlusconi is a well-known scoundrel ruffian in the town of Pachino. is good at molesting women, and often does the work of lifting the skirt of little girls, because of these indiscriminate deeds, he has been sent to the police station countless times, but he has not changed his teachings.

Mrs. Bellucci had heard of Berlusconi's evil deeds for a long time, and now facing him alone, a heart couldn't help but flutter, and without waiting for Berlusconi's answer, she lowered her head and tried to escape around Berlusconi.

Berlusconi let his prey run away, and he threw away the bottle he was carrying. He hugged Mrs. Bellucci by the waist, and gnawed at Mrs. Bellucci's face with a foul mouth.

Mrs. Bellucci's stomach churned with the stench of wine coming out of Berlusconi's mouth. Struggling to dodge and screaming, "Let go of me, you rascal." ”

"You scream, no one will come to your rescue if you cut your throat." Berlusconi pushed Mrs. Bellucci to the ground with both arms, tore off her clothes three times and two times, and threw herself at Mrs. Bellucci.

A howl sounded, and Berlusconi held his bleeding left cheek and tilted his head.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me?" Berlusconi lifted his upper body, rounded his arm and slapped Mrs. Bellucci in the face.

"Be honest with me."

"Huh? Dizzy? After slapping Mrs. Bellucci, Berlusconi noticed that Mrs. Bellucci had turned her eyes away.

"How's that going to work? It's not fun to play without a struggle. Berlusconi said with a lewd smile covering his face.

Standing up bare-striped, Berlusconi picked up the bottle he had just thrown away, walked into the sea and filled it with a bottle, returning to Mrs. Bellucci and slowly pouring it over her face and body.

Mrs. Bellucci's body trembled, her towering chest rose and fell sharply several times, and she gradually came to her senses, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Berlusconi riding naked on top of her.

"My Venus, enjoy my gift to you." Berlusconi threw himself on Mrs. Bellucci's bumpy body with a lewd smile and frantically tore at her clothes.

"Let go of me, you scoundrel," Mrs. Bellucci refused to comply, screaming and fighting Berlusconi.

As she tore it, the buttons on Mrs. Bellucci's white shirt crumbled one by one, revealing the infinite spring light on her chest.

Berlusconi pressed Mrs. Bellucci's hands to the sides of her head, staring at the snowy peaks rising high under her shirt, and smirking lewdly.

"Don't you see that the moon goddess is cheering us on? In the witness of the goddess of the moon, take your time and enjoy the pleasure I have given you. ”

Berlusconi straightened up as he spoke, rubbed the murder weapon under his crotch against Mrs. Bellucci's white belly a few times, and then opened his mouth to bite Mrs. Bellucci's chest.

Mrs. Bellucci kept sobbing, but instead of struggling, she stared behind Berlusconi in horror.

"Your husband is not at home, let me soothe your loneliness"

Berlusconi's lewd smile came to an abrupt end, and his large, wine-smelling mouth did not reach Mrs. Bellucci's breasts, as a large hand grabbed him by the hair.

Berlusconi was dragged off Mrs. Bellucci with a scream, and then grabbed her feet and shoulders by two large hands.

With a few large hands, Berlusconi felt his body fly out of the clouds and fall face down on a raised reef.

Berlusconi clutched his crotch and rolled off the reef, rolling painfully on the sand.

"Damn, as soon as I came ashore, I saw this kind of abusive people, and the god Sun Tzu really took care of me." Chen Dao, who was like a chicken in soup, walked to Berlusconi, who was rolling on the ground with his wet hair, pointed at Berlusconi and said, "You guys set him up for me, such a good punching bag, it can't be wasted." ”

Captain Bach and Captain Lorenz, who were also soaking wet, grabbed Berlusconi by the shoulders and pinned him to the reef.

Chen Dao stared at Berlusconi, who was screaming, and said with a cruel smile: "You shout, if you shout, no one will come to save you if you shout and cut your throat." ”

Picking up the wine bottle on the ground, Chen Dao mercilessly slammed Berlusconi's ribs.

His arms were held down, and Berlusconi screamed and lifted his feet and curled up in a "lobster" shape to relieve the pain.

"Sun Tzu is really empathetic, knowing that Lao Tzu is in a bad mood, he gave me a punching bag as soon as he came ashore, and I can't live up to his old man's kindness."

Chen Dao stopped, gasping for breath and smiling at Berlusconi.

"You said to yourself, where should I hit you next?"

"What do you say? I don't understand. Well, I'll pick it myself. As the saying goes, if you hit someone in the face, just slap your face. Chen Dao said as he picked up the bottle and smashed it on Berlusconi's cheek.

Berlusconi tilted his head, spat out a few large teeth from his mouth, and fainted with a gloss.

"Huh? Dizzy? Chen Dao picked Berlusconi's chin with the wine bottle and said.

"How's that going to work? It's not fun to beat it up without a struggle. ”

Chen Dao smiled and walked to the beach with the wine bottle, filled a full bottle of seawater back to Berlusconi, turned the bottle and poured a bottle of seawater on Berlusconi's head.

Berlusconi's body trembled, his crotch straightened, and he gradually came to his senses.

"Your looks, your behavior, you know that you are a hooligan at a glance. Do you see that? Chen Dao raised his hand and pointed to the moon in the sky with a wine bottle.

"The goddess of the moon is cheering for us, under the witness of the goddess of the moon, take your time to enjoy the pleasure I give you." Chen Dao smiled and rolled up his sleeves, picked up the wine bottle and continued to beat Berlusconi.

"Don't fight anymore, he'll die, please don't fight anymore." A woman's voice came from behind Chen Dao.

"I didn't hit him, I was just soothing his loneliness, do you speak German? It's just wonderful. Chen Dao couldn't help but be overjoyed to see that Mrs. Bellucci could speak German.

"Madame?" Chen Dao asked tentatively.

"I'm Mrs. Bellucci, thank you for saving me." Mrs. Bellucci choked with tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Mrs. Bellucci, you can call me Mr. Rosen, they are Mr. Bach and Mr. Lorenz. Our ship sank, we got away with it, what is this place? Chen Dao asked.

"This is the town of Pachino in Sicily."

"Madame, can you take us to town? We need to contact our families, and I think they must be upset to know about our shipwreck. ”

"You can come to my house first, and my family and I will thank you and help you contact your family."

After a few moments, Chen Dao and the others followed Mrs. Bellucci out of the beach, leaving only Berlusconi naked and a resentful gaze. (To be continued......)