The life-or-death race of voyeurism

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I excelled in my studies during junior high, consistently ranking among the top five in the school. The process involved taking the entrance exams for a vocational school first, then high school. That year, I was accepted into a vocational school in the provincial capital, which caused quite a stir in the village. My parents and the village head even organized a large banquet. But I won't go into details. Going to vocational school was incredibly novel and exciting for a child from the countryside, especially seeing the glamorous girls from the city. I was so eager to see them, often with a greedy, almost lustful gaze. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with simply looking at their outward appearance and started looking for opportunities to see them without clothes.

From then on, I frequently sought opportunities and environments to spy on them. After careful searching, I finally found two good spots: one was the school's boiler room, next to the shower rooms, where the hot water was heated; the other was the girls' restroom upstairs. The boiler room and the women's shower room were separated by a wall, which was mostly brick and concrete at the time. I often tried to befriend the old man in the boiler room. Sometimes, when he had a few drinks, I would help him fill the coal and watch the boiler, giving me opportunities to linger there. While there, I would use a small wire to hollow out the gaps between the bricks. After several attempts, I finally managed to see a glimmer of light, which made me tremble with excitement. Everything was ready; I was just waiting for the shower room to open. The school only opened the shower room on Wednesday afternoons and evenings. So, no matter how unbearable it was, I had to wait until Wednesday afternoon. Finally, Wednesday afternoon arrived. I persuaded the old man in the boiler room to go home and rest early, then closed the iron gate, preparing to enjoy the visual feast alone. I was so nervous and excited. I waited there, and finally someone came in. For the first time in my life, I saw city women bathing—a sea of white bodies came into view. Because the gaps between the bricks had been hollowed out, my line of sight was only at eye level; I couldn't see anything above or below me. Luckily, the gap I dug was just above and below, so I could only see the woman's most private parts. Then someone came over, walked to the wall, and started showering. My God, her big, white buttocks were right in front of my eyes! They were so close; I think she could hear my breathing. I didn't dare breathe, my eyes glued to the view. Her big, white buttocks were round and perky. Water droplets dripped down her buttocks, and I could see the large pores on them. Her buttocks swayed constantly, and she would occasionally bend down to wash her feet and calves. My God, the entire world between her buttocks was completely exposed to me. This was the first time I had seen a woman's private parts so clearly and up close. My heart was pounding in my throat. Between her two white buttocks was a dark world. With each sway, this beautiful sight came closer and closer to my eyes. In the middle of a patch of pubic hair, there was a small pink slit. When she bent over, the slit opened, revealing pink flesh, but I couldn't make out its exact shape. There were two extra pieces of flesh on the sides, spreading out to the sides, sometimes sticking to the sides, and when she straightened up, they drooped down and could be joined together. Now I've been with many women and can identify the different parts of a woman's private parts, but back then I didn't know that. I was just so excited. Suddenly, she turned around to face me, revealing her entire pubic area. The hair was thick and black, covering the entire triangular area. Perhaps because she was very thin, I could still clearly see her pubic area when her legs were together; the labia majora drooped down, now appearing quite long and protruding. Water flowed down her pubic hair and labia majora. I will never forget that scene—it was so beautiful. After a while, she spoke. Her voice was familiar. After listening carefully for a while, I realized she was our political science teacher, a beautiful recent graduate from Liaoning Normal University who also taught our dance. I was overjoyed at that moment; even now, thinking back to her appearance and that scene still makes me excited. Because it was only a small crack in the brickwork, my view was obstructed, and I could only see one person in front of me. After a while, the beautiful teacher dried herself with a towel and prepared to get dressed. Perhaps because of the cold weather, no one else came near the showerhead in that corner. This was the first time I had seen a beautiful woman showering up close. Originally, this environment was the safest, but not long after, due to the poor condition of the shower room, a female student fell and fractured her leg there, rendering the shower room completely unusable. Later, a new one was built behind the cafeteria, but the girls' bathroom was on the second floor, blocking the way. A

new battleground had to be found. In my second year of vocational school, I was recruited by the student union as a member of the dormitory committee, responsible for inspecting the cleanliness of the dorm rooms and corridors. This gave me the opportunity to skip evening self-study and easily access the girls' bathrooms. After several inspections, I noticed that the girls' bathrooms were rarely used at 8 PM, unless the girls weren't studying or were feeling unwell. This was a good opportunity; I anticipated seeing several girls using the toilet at that time, their bottoms exposed. To clarify, the girls' bathrooms at that time were long, with a one-meter-high partition in the middle, leading from one end to the other, with stalls on both sides. If you were in the last stall, you could see all the stalls in front of you. At the time, I was too naive; in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't consider many things thoroughly. At 8 PM, I took advantage of the inspection to go up to the girls' dormitory building. I went into the girls' restroom on the second floor and squatted down in the last stall. Just a moment later, a girl came in and squatted in the front stall. I could see half of her white buttocks exposed, and I heard a strong rush of water. Then she wiggled her buttocks a few times, stood up, and I could see her entire buttocks and half of her thigh. She was a very fair-skinned girl; I didn't know which class she was in. After standing up, she put a sanitary napkin on her underwear. These underwear seem ordinary now, but at the time, they were incredibly sexy in my eyes—black briefs, and when pulled up, half of her buttocks were visible. The black and white contrast was really beautiful. Back in the countryside when I was a child, everyone wore shorts, including women. Two more girls came in; one seemed to be in our year, a little chubby, and I didn't recognize the other. When the fat guy stood up, as I said, he was wearing big shorts, probably from the countryside. Another one was wearing white briefs; when he pulled them up, you could see two fleshy mounds between his buttocks, but not much hair, probably not fully grown yet. Then several more people came in, and I checked them all. That's when the trouble started. They all came in one after another, and I was at the very back, with no chance to get out. I tried to sneak out when no one was around, but as soon as I stood up, I saw people coming in. What was I going to do? It was already 3:30 PM, and everyone was leaving for the evening. This was terrible! A commotion erupted as all the girls rushed into the restrooms. Oh my god, was I going to get out at the very back? If I got stuck, I'd be utterly humiliated. I had no choice but to pull down my pants, squat down, put my hands over my head, and pull out a roll of toilet paper from my pocket to cover my head. We were all wearing the same school uniform, boys and girls alike, and the back area was quite dark, so many girls were huddled at the front, and occasionally a girl would stand next to me waiting for a seat. It was a race against time, my mind went completely blank. Thankfully, the girls had all gradually returned to their dorms. The long wait finally ended close to nine o'clock, and the dorm lights were about to go out. I dashed out like a shot.

Even now, thinking back on it, a chill runs down my spine. What would have happened if I'd been caught?! From that moment on, I never dared to peep again.

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