Rape of a beautiful new female tenant

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Thanks to fate, although I was a poor student during my university years, I lived in the most upscale villa area in Taipei. The five-story old house was just a typical student-rented "birdcage" layout, but surrounded by cherry blossoms and a gentle mountain breeze all day long, I absolutely loved this cozy little nest that accompanied me for four years. Because I was afraid of losing them, I made two extra sets of keys, one large
and one
small. The large one was for the downstairs iron gate, and the small one was for the room door. I linked them with my car keys and carried them with me all the time, even after graduating from university, without returning them to the landlord. It's been over a month since graduation, and like many other fresh graduates, I've cut my long, Kimura-esque hair into a tailored style, swapped t-shirts and jeans for shirts and dress pants, cleaned up my stubble, and lost my former roguish charm. Every day I'm busy with the pointless tasks of job hunting, interviews, and self-recommendations.
But
after more than half a month, I still haven't found a job. Am I being unrealistic, or is the overall economic downturn really that bad? Every day, weaving through traffic and crowds, I start to miss the leisurely, carefree, and lucky days of my university days. I've always had the urge to visit my little nest, especially after each failed job interview when I crawl into an old , used car
.
The scorching summer heat always reminds me of countless summer days when I lay shirtless in my little nest, lazily enjoying the cool mountain breeze. Gradually, I thought my good fortune was left behind in my little nest
and
I forgot to bring it out. Then , after another interview, I received the same "waiting for notification" result. Frustrated
,
I drove through Shilin and unknowingly returned to my apartment building. Thinking I should try my luck, I took out my key and tried it. To my surprise, the familiar lock opened easily. I tiptoed back to my apartment, and luckily, it was exactly as I had left it. The yellowed blanket on the bed was perfectly rolled up, and two cigarette butts on the floor were still there. I was relieved the landlord hadn't rented it out yet.
So,
I found a broom in the hallway and cleaned the dust off the floor, and also found a towel to wipe the spring mattress. Finally, I went to a nearby 7-Eleven and bought a newspaper and two cans of Taiwan beer. That afternoon, I took a shower, read the newspaper, drank beer, and enjoyed the cool mountain breeze for over an hour in my little nest. There must be a strange interplay between people and their environment, like a peacock in full display;
if
you put it in a zoo, it's always sickly and lifeless, but if you release it back into the mountains, it's vibrant and colorful. It's also like a tortoise, always swimming towards its ideal environment; if the environment is slightly less favorable, it won't even stick its head out. And
my
little nest is my blessed land. That day , I made two phone calls after looking at
the
job postings in the newspaper. The second call was to a large leasing company applying for a sales position. When I clearly stated that I was a recent graduate with no work experience, he only asked me two questions: Was I a business major? And could I drink alcohol? I was drinking beer at the time! The answer, of course, was yes. Without another word, he told me to bring my resume and report to work the next day.
I
felt like I had washed away the mold from my small apartment. With a heart full of joy, I left my apartment and began the busy life of an office worker. Because I was in the lending business, I had to deal with many managers of small and medium-sized enterprises, collect credit information
, and understand the operating conditions of client
companies. Because they held the power of life and death
over
loan approvals, they went to great lengths to flatter me, using every trick in the book, from perfume to alcohol. So, after two weeks at the company, I was already hooked on a daily routine of drinking and revelry starting at noon.
Immersed
in this distorted life of alcohol and money, I still longed for peace of mind. My little apartment became a haven from my busy schedule. Whenever possible, during breaks from tiring social engagements, I would drive to my quiet apartment at the foot of the mountain, wash away the sweat, drink a refreshing beer, and then lie on my spring mattress watching the smog-shrouded Taipei
. I
always sneaked over around two or three in the afternoon, taking advantage of the empty street corner, taking out my key to unlock the iron gate, and then slipping into the room like a cat. I knew that most of the people living on the same floor were office workers and students, and during this afternoon hour, they were either sweating in class on the mountain

or enjoying the air conditioning in their offices, so I didn't worry about being discovered. Only a few times did I run into the landlady in front of the house, but perhaps because my hair was shorter and I looked better, she didn't recognize me. I pretended to be a stranger and walked past her, then went straight to the 7-Eleven at the end of the street
. Having a
private space seemed to soothe my tense nerves. In my little haven, I would turn off my phone, remove all my clothes, and stand naked, looking down at the deafening metropolis. The breeze blowing against me was cool and refreshing, completely different from the distorted, twisted, and gray modern urban jungle stretching out before me. I
had successfully sneaked around like this several times, and just when I had almost made it my secret base, one Friday I opened the door as usual, only to find the room crammed full of things, the air thick with a strong perfume scent. My
little haven had a new owner, a fragrant lady of the house.

Fortunately, the new homeowner hadn't changed the locks, so I swaggered in and searched through the newly arrived cabinets, furniture, and decorations, trying to glean clues about the new tenant and contemplate the possibility of a future coexistence. Undoubtedly, the new homeowner was a young woman; I could tell from the fashionable high heels by the door and the vibrant colors of the furniture. Opening the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall, I found it filled with trendy, form-fitting clothes: crop tops, mesh vests, tight mini-skirts, low-waisted skinny jeans, fitted suits, and some low-cut dresses—further indicating that the new homeowner was a fashionable working woman.
Although
I was an uninvited guest, I couldn't suppress my desire to see what the homeowner looked like. I wanted to find her photo, so I left the wardrobe and searched her desk and drawers. I easily found a large photo album with at least a hundred photos inside . Some were taken in Yangmingshan, Kenting, Alishan, and some abroad, like
in
Austria or Belgium. In every photo, the woman had a perfect figure, was as beautiful as a flower, her shoulder-length hair cascading down her back, and her two small tiger teeth gleaming like white jade. My favorite photo is of her
in a bikini, reclining on a deck chair, the azure pool water highlighting her flawless skin, exuding a perfect, languid charm. Of course, I don't love the charm itself, but rather the
beautiful curves that seem to peek out from behind the bikini.

The swimsuit was a deadly pure white, and the angle, shooting from the toes forward, made the small nylon fabric clinging to her triangle area seem to melt into her body, faithfully displaying the alluring texture of her private parts. Thankfully, it was a private pool, otherwise, countless men would surely have nosebleeds.
I
felt like I'd struck gold; all the blood rushed to my lower abdomen, the thrill of peeping into a woman's private parts sending me into a frenzy of excitement. However, I was covered in sweat, so I took a shower first, then continued my search for this beautiful woman's belongings. I rummaged through the closet as thoroughly as I could, and finally found her underwear
, lingerie, bras, stockings,
pajamas, and slips. The panties alone came in a variety of materials, including cotton, silk, Lycra, leather, PVC, and mesh. The sheer number and variety of styles were astounding. I checked the time; it was only a little past three in the afternoon. I carefully took about ten pairs of panties and pajamas that were made with minimal fabric and had very sexy designs and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Naked
, I placed a photo of her in a bikini on my lap, imagining her alluring nakedness while sniffing each piece of her clothing in my hand, my other hand unceremoniously starting to masturbate. What would it be
like
after the bikini was removed? Would there be curly pubic hair covering a swollen, blooming mound? Would wisps of heat and gushing spring water flow from within? Would those clearly visible pubic labia twitch with each thrust? And when I penetrated her completely, would the sensation be intoxicating and unforgettable? I wonder if other men would be a bit perverted in situations like this? I was pounding my fists, on the verge of collapse, and yet I actually put on her panties—
a
silver, shiny Lycra low-rise thong, yes! A woman's panties! Wearing them, my penis bulged out from the crotch, the red, shiny glans pointing high to the sky. The narrow crotch rubbing against my scrotum
and
anus, that subtle, obscene sensation almost made me faint. I didn't dare touch my penis, and slowly walked to the dressing mirror to carefully observe my perverted appearance. Ha! I swear, that was the most perverted man I'd ever seen, it was me! A 22-year-old man, thin and tall, wearing only a silver pair of women's underwear peeking through his hairy scrotum, the stretchy fabric clinging to his male genitalia.
Thinking
of how this same underwear had once clung tightly to another beautiful woman's labia and anus, stained with her constant secretions of bodily fluids and love juices, I couldn't contain my excitement and rushed back to the photograph, ejaculating all over her white bikini.

That day, I put all my clothes back in their places, including that Lycra low-rise thong that still carried my scent. I looked through her ID in her drawer and learned her name was Lin Mingli. I also learned she worked at an advertising company. Finally, I drank a can of Coca-Cola from her fridge, lay on her bed for thirty minutes, and then swaggered away with the bikini photo.
From
that day on, I began to lose interest in my girlfriend. To be honest, my girlfriend wasn't bad-looking; she had a petite figure, fair skin, and rather large breasts. But I always felt she lacked something—femininity. Femininity is that kind of allure that makes a man instantly aroused. You see a woman like that and immediately want to touch and squeeze her breasts; you see a woman like that and immediately want to lift her buttocks; you see a woman like that and immediately want to spread her thighs; you see a woman like that and you might accidentally ejaculate. My girlfriend wasn't that kind of woman, but Lin Mingli clearly was. Almost two days a week , I would go back
to
my little apartment to masturbate, maybe on Lin Mingli's bed, maybe in front of her dressing table. Sometimes I wore her pajamas, sometimes I smelled her unwashed underwear, and once I even wore her underwear all over my head and ejaculated into her drinking glass. I think I'm sick, and this sickness is a deadly sexual perversion.

I remember that day very clearly; it was a Monday in early autumn. I was being scolded by the boss at the morning business meeting. He asked me if I had been overindulging in sex lately, saying I always felt dizzy and lethargic. Damn the boss! Everyone knew he was furious because two clients had recently gone bankrupt, leaving a huge amount of bad debt that he couldn't recover. But those weren't loans I had made! I was full of complaints, and after a long morning,
I
finally managed to sneak back to my little apartment during a break from my business trip in the afternoon.
As I was whistling in the shower
, I suddenly heard the bedroom door open. I quickly fell silent, tightened the faucet, and listened intently to what was happening inside. Through the door, I heard the sound of high heels stopping by the door. It must be Lin Mingli returning. She took off her shoes at the door, walked to the desk, and then, with a soft "eh," sat down at the desk and opened a drawer, anxiously searching for something.

I stood in the bathroom, holding my breath, when the wicked thought of raping her gradually surfaced in my mind. A battle raged within me between Satan and angel, until finally Satan plunged his sword into the angel's heart, and blood began to rush to my head. Actually
,
this was understandable. After fantasizing about her in photos for so long, now that she was alive and well before me, how could I suppress the surging lust within me

? First, I dried myself off, then covered my face firmly with a cotton vest, leaving the rest of my body uncovered to avoid the hassle of changing clothes later. As for tools, I grabbed a few towels, a hair tie, and a toilet brush, just in case.
Hearing
Lin Mingli's rustling sounds behind the door, I gently pushed it open and glimpsed a petite figure sitting sideways at a desk, her beautiful right cheek slightly turned towards me. With lightning speed, I pounced on her. "

Wow! You are…" Her face turned pale instantly,
and
she cried out in alarm. Before she could scream, I grabbed her upper body and desperately covered her mouth with my other hand. "Hehe...Quiet! If you disturb others, I won't let you have an
easy
time." She struggled violently in my arms, trying to kick my groin with her pink legs. I clamped her pink legs between my legs and

forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Then, with great effort, I gagged her with a towel, tied her hands to the bedposts, and bound her feet tightly to one side with the sheet. After roughly finishing, I was panting heavily. It was my first time doing something like this, and I was a little timid. But since I'd already started, there was no turning back.
She was like Jesus on the cross, her whole body spread out in a cross shape. But while Jesus faced death calmly, she had tears in her eyes, her delicate body twitching and jumping like a shrimp . I looked down to examine my prey closely. She was wearing a well-fitting gray suit: a tank top, a shirt, and a tight skirt, clinging to her beautiful body. Her small face had bright eyes and white teeth, and her features were deep-set, making her even more stunning than in the photos. As she moved, the tight skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing small silver panties under her light gray stockings—the very same ones I had used to masturbate the first time I entered her . Seeing her firm, supple thighs and smelling the musky scent emanating from her, my penis immediately hardened. Knowing what was about to happen to her, she stopped struggling and looked at me pleadingly. I was almost stunned. Damn! How could there be such a captivating woman? Beautiful when she smiled, beautiful when she cried. The more pitiful and helpless she looked, the more it fueled the burning desire within me. I stared at her blankly for a long time, then a plan formed in my mind. I said to her, "You should know what I'm going to do to you! But if you don't make a fuss and behave, maybe I'll ejaculate before I even penetrate your little hole, then you'll escape this ordeal! " " Mmm ...uh ... " she nodded repeatedly, her nose making muffled sounds. “Now I’m taking the stuff out of your mouth. If you scream, I’ll shove it back in and immediately rape your cunt. No matter how many holes you have, I’ll fuck them hard.” I said decisively. I pulled the towel out of her mouth, and sure enough, she didn’t scream. She just whispered, “I won’t scream. As long as you don’t rape me, I’ll listen to you. I’m getting married next month. Please let me save my virginity for my husband, okay?” She looked at me earnestly. “ Pah ! I don’t believe you’re still a virgin. I’ve already looked through all your things. Your underwear is all sexy and provocative. How could you not have been penetrated by a man while wearing clothes like that?” I replied incredulously. Upon hearing the words "for a man to insert," her face flushed red, and she stammered, "Is...is it true?" " Then you must have seen a man's penis, right?" I asked, holding my penis in front of her. She avoided eye contact with the enormous thing before her, nodding shyly. "I didn't hear that! Have you seen it or not? " I pressed , feigning ignorance. “I…I’ve seen it!” Her voice was barely audible. I was satisfied with her answer; at least she didn’t lie and say she hadn’t seen it. I simply couldn’t believe a beautiful woman in her early twenties had never seen a man’s genitals.

I loosened the bindings on her feet, removed her stockings and tight skirt, and unfastened her vest, shirt, and bra from the front. She only instinctively flinched a few times, probably knowing there was no escape, and finally obediently let me remove her clothes.
"
You said that as long as I behaved and let you ejaculate... you wouldn't... penetrate me." She squeezed her legs together, reminding me with suspicion. "
Ha
! You're really confident, knowing I'll ejaculate early. Do you usually help your boyfriend finish like this? Hehe... no wonder you can keep your virginity." She was almost completely naked in front of me, her two bright white breasts dangling from her open bodice, trembling gently, flawless white. I rubbed her full breasts a few times. Her eyes looked helplessly to the side, tears streaming down her face. She bit her cherry lips tightly, her delicate body trembling. I was angry and snorted coldly
, " What! Would it kill you to let me touch you? What kind of virgin act are you putting on!" My hands kneaded her warm breasts even harder. She simply closed her eyes and tightly shut her legs . "Hmph!" I reached out and forcefully pulled up her panties, the silver panties sinking into her labia minora. Her thick labia majora turned outwards, tightly gripping the narrow strip of fabric. The pubic hair on her dark lips was neatly trimmed, leaving only short roots. " Ah...it hurts!" she cried out softly, her pink legs trying to dodge to the side. I didn't let her dodge. Holding her legs down, I brought my head close to her vulva, using the tip of my tongue to part the strip of fabric deep inside. A plump, tender little hole was now exposed before me. The moment my tongue brushed against her labia, her whole body trembled. Her legs were gripped tightly in my hands, unable to break free, and she began to sob softly . The sudden, tangy scent of her vagina sent my blood rushing to my groin, leaving me dizzy and wanting only to indulge in unrestrained pleasure. The vagina before me was young and alluring, its color slightly dark but not dull, its texture firm yet firm, its fullness just right, its fragrance surpassing even the finest delicacies. Two tightly pressed labia densely concealed the flower path, only revealing its hidden wonders when my tongue explored it . I frantically savored her genitals, not missing an inch of skin, not missing a single crevice, while her sobs never ceased, until my tongue grew sore and my penis went numb. Only then did I stop and straddle her chest. "Come on! Little beauty, open your mouth. If you don't blow me out, I'm going to fuck you!" I commanded, kneeling on either side of her pink neck, my hands gripping my penis. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes brimming with tears, filled with endless disgust. "What? Still thinking about it? My cock can't wait! If you don't open your mouth, I'm going to shove it in the hole below!" I lewdly grinned . A blush swept across her pink face, and she struggled to open her cherry lips, tears streaming down her face. My penis didn't hesitate, instantly plunging into her mouth, the glans touching her warm tongue, soaking in the moist and sticky fluid, making me feel incredibly comfortable . "Hehehe! If you don't put in some effort to get me out, do you want to give me your virginity?" I chuckled sinisterly, reminding her to work harder for me. Remembering what I had just said, she was suddenly startled. Her previously closed mouth began to move, sucking and stroking my penis, occasionally flicking the urethral opening with her tongue, or sliding it violently against the glans . "Mmm...oh...so good...I didn't expect you to be such a blowjob expert. It's a shame you're not a prostitute with such talent!" Feeling the warm tongue tracing every sensitive spot, bringing unparalleled pleasure, I exclaimed in a hoarse voice. Her eyes were teary, but her cheeks were slightly flushed with shame. She probably felt the penis in her mouth hard to the bone and began to throb. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed and sucked wildly, each time almost reaching her throat, then she held the jade stem tightly and pulled it out. In less than three minutes, my semen was almost sucked out by her. On the verge of another climax, I pulled out my penis in time, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the surging tide of anger. I didn't intend to let her go; I wanted to possess her even further . "Ugh... How could you do this... You promised to let me off the hook once you came, how could you stop at the last minute..." she complained, still unwilling to accept it. " Heh! You still want to eat my cock?" I asked her with ill intent. She blushed and thought for a moment , then gritted her teeth and nodded, saying, "Yes! I still want to eat yours... eat yours..." As for what she wanted to eat , she couldn't continue.

Even though I knew she was forced into it and only wanted me to surrender early, I still couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I panted and said, "Hehe! Now I don't want you to suck my dick anymore, I want you to lick my asshole... Ha! The feeling of a beautiful woman licking my asshole must be amazing, I'll never forget it." Her face turned
pale
again, and she almost cried out. She trembled and said, "Ah! No... no, I don't dare, that... that... that place is so dirty... I think I'll just give you a blowjob... I like... I like your... your dick." She deliberately softened her tone when she said "dirty," as if afraid of angering me. “It’s not up to you. Luckily , I just took a shower,
and
my asshole isn’t too smelly. If you’re too scared to lick it, I might as well just rape you!” I turned around, still pressing her legs down, my buttocks raised right in front of her pink face. After a long while with no movement, I grew impatient and threatened, "I'll count to three. If you still don't feel anything in your anus, then I'll know you like being raped."
" One ! " I counted, and she began to sob. "Two ! " Still no movement. "Three!" The sound had barely faded when a warm, wet sensation surged from my anus, like an imperial edict reaching every cell, opening up my meridians, releasing my pent-up desire, and causing a torrent of desire to flow. The thought of such a beautiful girl licking my anus with her lilac syrup made me unable to control myself; a jet of semen shot out like a water arrow towards her breasts. Her tongue had barely moved twice when she noticed my trembling. Knowing I had paid the bill, she withdrew her lilac syrup and whispered, "Um! Is this okay? Let me go, I promise I won't call the police . " I lay sprawled between her breasts, lingering at the peak of her climax for a long time before catching my breath. I inhaled the virginal fragrance emanating from her skin, then silently sat up, grabbed a towel, and forcefully tied her left leg to the left front bedpost and her right leg to the right front bedpost. Her slender, voluptuous body was spread wide open in a figure-eight shape, her vulva and anus brazenly facing the ceiling. Even a virgin's tightly closed vulva was forced to open its lips under such deformed binding. "Ah! What are you doing... You broke your promise... You... You'll regret this... Help!" She struggled hysterically throughout the entire ordeal. I didn't have time to gag her, and her piercing screams echoed through the mountains. "Hey ! Regret? I'd regret not fucking your cunt properly! You're so stupid, making a promise to a bad person is like asking a tiger for its skin, and you actually believed it!" I quickly gagged her, and from a distance of about a foot, I sneered coldly, looking at the bright red polyps protruding from her vagina and the throbbing, wheel-shaped anus. I slowly rubbed my penis until it hardened again . "Ugh...ugh...hmm..." She struggled desperately, letting out muffled moans. I kissed her delicate body again, licking her calves, the inside of her thighs, her trembling labia, and her tight anus. Even though her body was smeared with my semen, I didn't neglect her pert breasts and bright red nipples. I even cupped her pale face and kissed her eye sockets, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and the glistening tears. Under my wolfish kisses, the panic on her face vanished, replaced by a gaze full of resentment and malice, like a sharp blade piercing my exposed half of my face . "What? Hate me? Want to kill me? Hehe... but you won't have the chance. All you can do now is enjoy the taste of your first time, savor it! You only get one chance in your life." I rubbed her saliva-covered labia, my penis already poised to strike. A virgin's first time was indeed incredibly tight. Under her silent protest, I verified her chastity, bringing forth patches of blood. Blood mixed with bodily fluids made the intercourse sticky and awkward. Although I was incredibly excited, the experience wasn't exactly wonderful. Under her hateful gaze, I ejaculated again, my thin semen filling her large, upturned uterus. After raping Mingli, my intimate relationship with Xiaowo came to an end. Although the thrill and sweetness of that brief encounter haunted my dreams, I dared not relapse. Besides the lingering aftertaste, I was followed by anxiety and unease. I worried that Mingli would report me to the police, and that one day a large group of police officers would storm into my office and arrest me. Only hardened criminals are fearless, and how could I not be afraid of my first offense ? Every night, when all is quiet, I would repeatedly recall the events of that day. I was certain I hadn't let her recognize me, nor had I left any witnesses or physical evidence, except for fingerprints and semen. Having no prior criminal record, I was quite certain that fingerprints and semen wouldn't lead to any connection, and that most women wouldn't report me for violating their reputation. So, I continued my daily routine of going to and from work with a heavy heart.

However, having moved far from my little nest, my good fortune has vanished. Ten days

after the crime, I returned to the company after a business trip and was immediately informed that a man was waiting for me in the reception room. I recalled seeing two burly men with straight backs standing by the service desk as I entered, talking incessantly on their phones; I immediately knew something was wrong. “Mr. Wu!
Hello ! We need your assistance in investigating a murder
case,” the man in the reception room said to me. "Sorry! I'm at work right now and can't help you. Besides, I've never dealt with murder before, how can I assist you?" I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd never even killed a chicken; a murder case shouldn't involve me. " Do you know Miss Lin Mingli?" The policeman stared intently at me. " Lin Mingli?" I jumped, my face turning pale. I didn't know how Lin Mingli could be dead. " It seems you know her. Miss Lin was raped and murdered in her home ten days ago. You are a murder suspect, and I am now arresting you according to the law!" The policeman pulled out handcuffs, his voice stern as he looked at me. His burly body blocked the door; I couldn't escape. “I … I didn’t kill anyone…” I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, my whole body chilled to the bone. “Heh! You’re still trying to argue? Wait until we’re in court! It wasn’t easy for us to find you. Luckily, Ms. Lin’s landlord remembered seeing you return to the house several times. After checking with nearby businesses, we found that the CCTV footage from the day of the incident captured you. Don’t you remember what you bought at 7-Eleven that day? Hey…a newspaper and two cans of Taiwan beer! ” "Perhaps these things aren't enough to make us suspect you, but you, you stupid thief, went to 7-Eleven twice that day. The first time, your hair was neatly combed and shiny, but an hour later, you went in with loose hair to buy iodine solution. We deduced that the murderer had showered in the victim's room, and then Ms. Lin returned home unexpectedly. The murderer, seeing her, raped and murdered her. Isn't that how it happened?" The officer, convinced it was me, loudly rebuked me. " I...I really didn't kill anyone!" I stammered, my mind a complete mess . "Heh heh! I see you're speechless. Once the fingerprints match the semen, let's see what you have to say! Come on! Let's go back to the station!" He handcuffed me and dragged me out the door. "I...I admit...I raped her...but...I didn't kill her..." I cried out, still unwilling to give up. The subsequent semen analysis and fingerprint tests showed a perfect match. The police also found a copy of the key to my apartment and a dozen or so uniform invoices from nearby businesses. At this point, the evidence against me for trespassing was irrefutable. Although the murder weapon couldn't be found, the semen collected from the victim's genitals and the skin fragments under her fingernails all pointed to me as the murderer. "What deep-seated hatred did you have for her? You not only murdered such a beautiful woman, but also ruined her face. Thankfully, her boyfriend and family confirmed she was Ms. Lin Mingli, and the forensic doctor also confirmed it. Since you're so ruthless, why didn't you just find a secluded place to dispose of the body?" Several police officers interrogated me repeatedly, but they couldn't figure out my motive for killing her. They probably thought I was a deranged serial killer, raping and murdering her, utterly insane. Although I vehemently protested my innocence, using every means to prove my mental saneness and lack of any abnormal behavior, no one believed me. I was left speechless, unable to express my suffering. On the day I returned to my apartment to simulate the crime scene, the usually quiet afternoon was packed with people: the landlady, my former roommates Xiaozhu, Xiaobai, and Wenwen. Their faces were filled with surprise, disdain, and disgust. I heard whispers rising and falling: "You can never judge a book by its cover!" "What a hypocrite! I almost misjudged him!" "College students these days are so bad, they can even commit rape and murder!" "Pah! Social scum!" Several mouthfuls of phlegm were spat on me. Under police coercion and control, I reenacted the rape of Mingli. As for the murder and disfigurement scenes, since I had never actually done them, I could only endure the police's pulling and cursing, resisting to the death. Just as I was struggling and explaining myself to the police, through the crowd I saw a familiar, beautiful face looking at me triumphantly. Although the light in the aisle wasn't very bright, her two canine teeth gleamed like white jade. “Ah! Officer…look…look…Lin Mingli is standing there perfectly fine, isn’t she? I told you I didn’t kill her…” I shouted, pointing towards the far end of the corridor. The officer turned his head, and a cascade of hair disappeared around the corner. I opened my mouth wide and frantically waved my arms, urging the officer to chase after me, but the officers all surrounded me, their expressions stern, all thinking I was lying.

They didn't see the shiny little tiger teeth!
In the end, I was sentenced
to ten years in prison for rape and murder. Despite repeated appeals, the witnesses of the landlord and the 7-Eleven clerk, as well as the semen collected from the victim's private parts, all led to the rejection of my appeals. Prison life is tough, especially for rapists. I won't go into detail about my suffering, because it was entirely my own doing. However, whenever I masturbated in my cell while looking at the picture of that beautiful woman
lying
in a white bikini, I felt immense regret—not only for raping her, but also for not actually killing her.

I don't know if Lin Mingli is dead or not? I don't know if the woman who sneered in the hallway that day was a person or a ghost? But there is one thing I am absolutely certain of: I did not kill anyone! Regardless
of
whether I deserved it, I did indeed take a wrong step, letting lust cloud my judgment, building fleeting pleasure on someone else's lifelong suffering.
Now I reveal my tragic experience only to advise all lustful people in the world: never rape a beautiful woman. If you do rape her
, never ejaculate inside her; that will expose you.
Moreover
, when a woman makes you regret something, you will definitely regret it. You might not have time to regret it then, but one day you will still regret it. Like me, I regret it immensely now.

Women are terrifying; the more beautiful they are, the more terrifying they are!

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