【Wind and Rain Pavilion】

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Boom... Boom...

"Damn it, what bad luck! Why did it have to rain at this time? So damn unlucky!"

I cursed, looking at the sky. It really was bad luck. Today was Saturday, and I finally had a day

off, planning to stroll in the park and relax, but unexpectedly, it started pouring rain. Luckily, there was

a pavilion not far up the hillside where I could take shelter, otherwise I would have been soaked to the bone.

Frustrated, and seeing the downpour about to begin, I dared not linger. I pushed off with my feet and

sprinted towards the pavilion at top speed.

Whoosh...

Thank goodness, I was just a step ahead! If I had been a step slower, I would have been soaked. But poor

old legs! Since graduating from university, how long has it been since I exercised? After running only a hundred meters or so,

my thighs were already aching. Never mind, I'll just sit down on a bench first!

The rain was pouring down, and within minutes, the mountains were filled with steam.

Thank goodness I made the decision early; even with tired legs, it was better to take an open-air shower.

Just as I sat in my chair lamenting my fate, I saw a figure running towards me from afar.

Huh? It was a woman, and possibly a beautiful one!

Because I was wearing glasses and it was raining heavily, my vision wasn't very clear, but I could still

make out that she was wearing a short skirt, exposing her white calves, and her white t-shirt, because it was wet,

revealed her slender figure. However, she was holding a handbag over her head and

running with her head down, so I couldn't see her face clearly, only guessing that she was a beautiful woman.

Wow, she really was beautiful, and with a very nice figure!

When she ran into the pavilion and put down her handbag, I could finally see her clearly.

Her eyebrows were arched like willow branches, and her large, clear eyes were like pools of water. Her delicate, small nose

was slightly wrinkled, and her pink lips were tightly pursed. Perhaps because she had just been caught in the rain, her face was

pale, making her look somewhat pitiful.

Her neck was long and slender, like a swan's, and rainwater streamed quickly down it, clearly indicating

her incredibly smooth skin. She wore a white, round-neck t-shirt, revealing only a hint of her collarbone, delicate

and sexy. The wet t-shirt clung to her skin, perfectly showcasing her alluring curves

and revealing glimpses of the cartoon pattern on her white bra. She wore a white and blue plaid skirt, the hem reaching only to

her knees, revealing her perfectly sculpted, fair legs. Her bare feet wore cool high heels,

splattered with mud from running in the rain.

Once she caught her breath, she took out a pack of tissues from her purse and began wiping the rain from her cheeks. As

she wiped she glanced into the pavilion, and when she saw me sitting there, she froze for a moment,

then became tense.

A lone man and woman alone in a room, though not a private space, was practically in the middle of nowhere. Heh heh,

there were hardly any people in the park during a downpour, and even if there were, they wouldn't be wandering around at this time, so this scene

truly felt like an undisturbed wilderness.

And she was a rather pretty girl; seeing me, a man alone in the pavilion, she would obviously be

instinctively wary.

I'm from Northeast China, 1.8 meters tall, somewhat handsome, and wearing glasses adds a touch of refinement;

I definitely don't look like a bad guy. I have experience with this, because I often encounter female scammers after work asking me

to buy them water or bread.

"Beautiful lady, come sit down!"

I have a friendly face, but calling someone "beautiful lady" in this situation seemed a bit frivolous. Although

I wasn't particularly lustful at the moment, everyone appreciates beauty, and naturally, I wanted to get closer to her.

"Ah? No, no..."

Was my smile lewd? Why did she look flustered?

"I have urgent business... I have to go!"

As the saying goes, once you're wet, you're not afraid of getting wet again. This beautiful woman clearly thought the same,

so she decided to brave the rain and head down the mountain. Perhaps, in this kind of environment, being alone with someone like me really made her feel unsafe.

Damn it, I finally got a day off, went to the park, and got caught in a downpour. I thought meeting a beautiful woman would at least

lead to a romantic encounter, but instead, I scared her away?

I'm annoyed, extremely annoyed. So I smiled gently, stood up, and said, "It was around this

time , and it was pouring rain. I was standing in this very pavilion, just like I am now!"

Perhaps it was my smile, or perhaps my words piqued her interest, but she didn't immediately

leave the pavilion. So I continued, "Back then, I was just like you. I had urgent business at home and didn't have

an umbrella , so I decided to rush back in the rain!"

"I was going down this path..." I pointed to the only set of steps leading to the foot of the mountain and continued,

"Because I was in a hurry, I ran very fast, and I accidentally fell and died at the bottom of the steps. It's been a year..."

"Perhaps when you pass those steps, you can still see my remains!" I lowered my voice as much as possible,

making the words sound somewhat ethereal.

Ah!!

Sure enough, after hearing my story, her face turned even paler, and her body trembled slightly,

like a frightened quail.

Looking at her, I wondered if I had gone too far with my joke? Especially seeing her face

getting paler and paler, could she have a heart condition? My God! Realizing this possibility, I quickly stepped forward

to "Beautiful lady, are you alright?"

"Hehehe..." Suddenly, she chuckled softly, clutching her skirt tightly,

her head bowed as if to bury it in her breasts. Her long, flowing hair had been blown forward by the wind,

obscuring her face.

"You know, just a week ago, right here in this pavilion, it was pouring rain outside."

I hadn't expected her to start telling a story now, and I listened with curiosity

.

"Back then, there was only me and a strange man in the pavilion. Because I was afraid of getting wet, I didn't choose to go down the mountain..."

"And then, right where you were just sitting, that man raped and murdered me in this very pavilion!"

Before she could finish speaking, as if on cue, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew up, whipping her beautiful hair into the air the moment she looked

up .

Ah!!!

In that instant, I thought I saw blood at the corner of her mouth...

Ah... God...

I was so terrified that I stumbled back a few steps and plopped down in a chair. My mind went blank, my heart

pounded wildly, and I even felt a strong urge to urinate.

"Hehehe... Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter!"

Just as I was about to scream in my daze, she suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha... It's so funny. You're such a coward, yet you try to tell ghost stories. It's hilarious

..."

Ghost stories?

Looking at her radiant smile, I was stunned for a moment, then became somewhat embarrassed and angry. "You're not a ghost?"

"I am a ghost! Not only am I a ghost, but I'm a vengeful ghost!"

She brandished her claws and made a ghostly face, but instead of being scary, she looked particularly cute. Especially

upon closer inspection, the spot on her mouth wasn't blood at all; it was lipstick she had secretly

applied .

I was so angry! I couldn't believe that I, a grown man, was

scared by a girl's ghost story, and almost peed my pants! How embarrassing!

I glared at her fiercely. "Why aren't you coming down the mountain? Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid of you? I'm a female ghost!" After the earlier commotion, she was no longer

nervous or panicked, and even had the mood to tease me.

"Let me tell you, I'm not a good person, I'm a pervert..." I pretended to

stare at her breasts with gleaming eyes, "No, I'm a perverted monster. Aren't you afraid I'll rape you here first, then kill you, and

then rape you again..."

"Oh, do you have the guts?"

"You...you dare to underestimate me?"

"Hehe...what do you think?"

Damn it, damn it...

I took a deep breath and pointed to the stone table in the pavilion, "Do you dare to sit on it?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with sitting on it? If I sit on it, you'll dare to rape me? I'm actually feeling a bit tired of standing!"

She wasn't afraid at all, swaying her small waist as she walked over and actually plopped down on the round stone table.

"You..."

I was dumbfounded by her actions. Wasn't she afraid that I would lose my beastly nature and really pin her down and rape her?

"How about it, come and rape me?"

She even moved her legs, arrogantly challenging my limits.

I...I...I'll endure it!

"Hehehe... want me to spread my legs to make things easier for you?"

She actually did it, like a slut, her hands braced against the table, her high heels on the edge of the stone table, her legs

wide open, her white panties clearly visible under her skirt.

Damn it, in this situation, even an uncle couldn't hold back!

At this point, I didn't care about ethics, morality, or laws anymore; my mind was filled with this

woman . I wanted to pin her down and rape her! With a big stride, I pounced on her.

Seeing my move, she nimbly closed her legs, trying to get away. But I wasn't going to let her succeed.

I grabbed one knee with each hand, forcefully spread them apart, and pressed down on her.

"No, let me go, I don't want to play anymore!" Only then did she show a look of panic, struggling

to get away from under me.

Play? Today I'll show you what playing with fire is!

My hands slid down, along her smooth thighs, directly lifting her white and blue plaid skirt to her waist, grabbing

the edge of her panties with one hand and tearing them open forcefully.

Huh? It didn't tear!

Pure cotton underwear, and a high-end one at that, quite sturdy indeed.

"Get away, let me go, you bastard!"

My act of tearing her underwear shattered her fantasy. Realizing I really intended to rape her, she began to

struggle fiercely, which fueled my anger. I pulled a fruit knife from my pocket. It was a small fruit knife,

the kind that hangs on a keychain, the blade and handle no more than a finger's length.

But I didn't care about the size of the knife; I only knew it was the only weapon I had. I brandished the fruit

knife in front of her, "Don't fucking push me, or I'll kill you!"

"..."

I don't know if I looked really fierce at the time, but she was terrified. She slumped onto the stone table, sobbing

softly , but dared not struggle any longer.

Seeing this, my attitude softened, and I tried to use gentle methods on her. "Take off your clothes!"

"Waaah..."

She just sobbed softly, neither resisting nor cooperating. This made my softened attitude immediately harden again.

Without wasting any more words with her, I grabbed her panties with one hand and started cutting with a fruit knife in the other. "Don't try to resist,

it won't be good if I cut you!"

Sure enough, my words made her legs, which had just been trying to tighten, relax again.

In a few quick movements, I cut her panties off, and her pink vulva was completely exposed before my

eyes .

I don't know how to describe her vulva because it was so tender and pink, so beautiful. My

trembling hand slowly touched it.

So soft, so smooth!

"No..." At this moment, she finally stopped sobbing, grabbed my arm with both hands, and pleaded with me,

"Please, I'm still a virgin, don't rape me... please..."

A virgin?

My God, such a beautiful girl, she must be at least twenty-one or twenty-two, and she's still a virgin.

That's really rare these days. Her mentioning it only fueled my desire.

Since I was planning to go to the park anyway, I was wearing sweatpants. Reluctant to stop

touching used my other hand, holding the knife, to hastily pull down my sweatpants and underwear,

releasing my erect penis.

Ah!

Her eyes were pressed against my penis, her face instantly turning bright red, and her body involuntarily tried to

pull back .

"Don't move, behave yourself!"

I couldn't free my hands to control her, so I continued to threaten her with the fruit knife in my hand. She

was still afraid of the fruit knife, and her body indeed stopped retreating. Only then did I use my free left hand to grab her calf

and pull her body completely in front of me, my erect penis only a foot away from her vagina.

"No..."

As if making a last struggle, she tried to resist, but I couldn't care less. I pressed her down on the stone table

and recklessly thrust my erect penis into her vagina.

Damn!

Although my penis was aimed correctly, she was still a virgin, untouched and incredibly tight, and there hadn't been any foreplay

. Due to the angle, only the head of my penis went in before it got stuck outside.

Ah!!

She cried out in pain, while I was incredibly frustrated. My glans could feel a thin membrane;

I was being blocked by a hymen! It would be a laughingstock if word got out. So I adjusted my

angle and thrust again, finally breaking her hymen and inserting my entire penis

into .

"Ah...

it hurts...it hurts..." she cried, "Stop...please..." Damn it

, I'm raping you, not having a relationship with you. Besides, the tightness and pleasure of her virgin vagina was

irresistible. I ignored her screams, buried my face in her buttocks, and began to thrust violently.

Ah...

outside, the rain was pouring down, but inside the pavilion, I was going at it like a madman.

Before I knew it, I had pushed up her t-shirt and bra, biting her breasts, and her

screams had turned into soft moans.

Her breasts were beautiful, not large, a C-cup, but very delicate, the kind of bamboo shoot-shaped breasts.

The nipples were small and pink, about the size of soybeans, and the areolas were very light in color, also pink, clearly indicating that

they had never been touched before.

I bit one breast, greedily grabbing and playing with her other breast in my hand, my hips

thrusting , my penis moving in and out of her vagina rapidly. I had already aroused her, because her vagina

had secreted a lot of lustful fluid, making her vagina even smoother and more comfortable to fuck.

Playing with her breasts with one hand and stroking her back with the other, I held her, pressed her against the stone table,

and fucked her hard. Perhaps because of her personality, apart from a few cries of pain at the beginning,

she just closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and moaned softly the rest of the time.

I fucked her like this for more than half an hour before ejaculating inside her.

Afterwards, she appeared very sorrowful, her delicate features pitiful, her appearance like the drizzling rain outside

. The downpour had long since subsided, and the rain had softened, no longer a heavy rain, but a moderate drizzle, the raindrops

falling in a continuous stream.

It seemed I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so my gaze returned to her. She was now sitting cross-legged on the stone table,

her legs together, silently shedding tears. Beside her legs, the bright red bloodstains

were still so vivid and glaring, instantly reigniting my waning desire. I went over and lifted her down,

positioning her face up on the table with her back arched. Lifting her skirt, I could clearly see her

swollen , a messy mixture of red and white blood flowing from her vagina, dripping onto her thighs, looking so

lewd.

I, with my erect penis, thrust into her vagina again.

She didn't resist, just silently lay there, enduring, letting me ride her.

The rain gradually subsided, and I felt I was about to ejaculate. She remained lying there, moaning softly

, her head buried in her hair.

I quickly ejaculated again, pulled out my penis, took some tissues from her purse, wiped myself,

and tossed a few to her.

She picked up the tissues and silently wiped her genitals, while I took her phone from her purse, made

a call to my own phone, and put her ID card in my pocket.

"Here's my phone number. If you want to call the police, there's a police station not far down the mountain!"

"If you don't want to call the police, go home and rest. Call me when you're ready, and I'll return your ID card

!"

I don't know why I made that decision, because now it seems like I was gambling with

my life. Luckily, I won. Now, she's lying on my lap, gently giving me

oral sex. Because she's now my official girlfriend.

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