[Crazy Infiltration] (A Spy's Account)

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Stepping into my office, the bright morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating my large desk with a dazzling, almost blinding shine. I casually closed the door, walked to the window, and drew the curtains halfway, leaving only a slit. I dislike glaring sunlight, and even more so, bright environments—a habit I've developed in recent years. I settled into my comfortable leather swivel chair, casually turned on my computer, first browsing the traffic management reports, then expertly opening a hidden folder filled with video files and photos. I glanced instinctively at the doorway, double-clicked a video file, leaned back comfortably, and began watching.

A bright rectangular opening appeared on the screen, its edges revealing the raw plaster of reinforced concrete, with numerous white icicles hanging from its sides. It was bright because of the stark contrast created by the darkness around the opening. The image flickered slightly, but quickly stabilized. Suddenly, darkness fell above the rectangular opening: a woman's two pale thighs and her vulva, sandwiched between them, appeared above the opening. Immediately afterward, a stream of bright white liquid flowed down in a graceful arc from between her labia, making a loud, rushing sound… The camera zoomed in at just the right moment, making the urinating vulva clearer: the entire vulva was slightly raised due to the thighs' grip, the pubic hair on the full mons pubis was thick and glossy black, and the pubic hair branched downwards in two long, winding lines around the two light brown labia. The labia were slightly parted in a narrow slit, revealing the pink flesh inside. A small opening in the flesh sprayed out a bright white stream of urine with joyful force, the two thin labia swaying and dancing under the impact of the urine. The urine stream cascaded down at a downward angle, and a tuft of pubic hair above the point where the labia met also joined in, lying down in the leaping torrent, like water plants swaying joyfully in a stream. Two streams of urine, restless and diverging from the main flow, trickled down onto the two snow-white buttocks. Not far behind the fleshy mounds was the anus, its surface radiating fine lines, bulging like a volcanic cone with the contraction of the entire genital muscle, playfully flipping back and forth… What a beautiful sight! An indescribable feeling of euphoria surged through my body like an electric current, my throat tightened with a ticklish itch, and my head suddenly felt a dizzy, almost intoxicating sensation, like being slightly tipsy without having tasted fine wine. I involuntarily sat up straight, my eyes glued to the screen, subconsciously swallowing to moisten my slightly sore throat. The camera slowly zoomed out, revealing the concrete square opening and the entire genital area again. The trickling stream of urine fell from above, scattering into large droplets, like spring rain in June in Jiangnan, falling gently and melodiously, some even splashing onto the lens, blurring parts of the image—truly, “large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate!” Soon, the stream of urine dwindled, becoming just a few drops of "drizzle" falling. The buttocks above swayed, receding from the screen, then quickly covered by jeans… The video ended, and I slumped back in my swivel chair. I could feel my blood rushing to my head, a primal urge surging within me like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, a gentle but clear knock on the door pulled me back to reality from my euphoria. I quickly closed the video, calmed myself, and called out, "Come in." Clerk Xiao Liu entered, a smile on her round face, holding a stack of papers. She said softly, "Section Chief, this is the work plan report for next quarter that you asked me to prepare. I've printed it out; please review it." Xiao Liu was a woman in her thirties, quite voluptuous. Although not particularly attractive, she served as a welcome visual relief in our predominantly male traffic management office. I tried to maintain a natural expression, raising my chin slightly: "Just put it there!" Xiao Liu gently placed the materials on my desk and turned to leave. I admired Xiao Liu's round, swaying buttocks as she walked, swallowed hard, and watched her close the door behind her.

My name is Niu Chunyu, I'm thirty-two years old, and I'm the head of the inspection section at the Traffic Management Office in KD County, DD City. I grew up in the countryside. Due to the closed-off and backward nature of rural areas, the repression and mystery surrounding sex created a vague, unspoken longing for it in me when I was just beginning to understand the world. Because I was very young, I had no opportunity to experience sexual matters. But one day, by chance, I peeped at a woman urinating. The woman's white buttocks and the soft, gurgling sound of her urine, like goose feathers, stirred my heart, and my young heart felt a strange pleasure and impulse. My sexual awakening began with voyeurism; I derived pleasure from voyeurism, and gradually, I became addicted to it. The cracks in the wooden planks of the dry toilets by the middle school wall, the gaps in the corn stalks of the self-built thatched huts in farmhouses, and the bushes where women often relieved themselves by the fields—all bore witness to my hungry gaze and tense breaths. Over the years, I scrutinized countless buttocks of rural women, young wives, and girls. The pleasure of voyeurism accompanied me through my impoverished rural school years. In reality, I didn't see anything substantial. Being timid and cautious by nature, I generally dared not approach too closely to spy, at most peeping through cracks in the wall, mostly seeing women's buttocks turned to the side and streams of urine. Therefore, I was never discovered during my time in the countryside. I was naturally intelligent, and although spying consumed a lot of my energy and time, my studies remained excellent. Furthermore, the desire to escape the backwardness of the countryside motivated me to study even harder. As I grew older, my sense of shame gradually increased. I felt that spying not only affected my studies but was also an extremely despicable act, worthy of contempt. Therefore, I tried my best to restrain myself from spying and concentrate on my studies. At nineteen, I was admitted to a university in Shenyang, majoring in traffic management, and my life fundamentally changed.

At university, everything was so new and exciting to this rural boy: the towering buildings of the campus, the wide and flat sports field, and groups of beautiful girls. This experience broadened my horizons upon arriving in the big city, and my young heart fluttered. But I came from the countryside, a true "country bumpkin"—not handsome, short, and simply dressed. Nobody paid attention to me, and no girls liked me. I became the most easily overlooked person in my class. Watching couples strolling around campus filled me with envious longing. Seeing pretty girls flitting about like butterflies, their swaying breasts and swaying hips, I was aroused, almost unable to control myself. But they wouldn't even glance at us, even though I was a "Quasimodo" from the countryside! The more unattainable something is, the more I craved it, and the more I needed a way to express myself. So I rekindled my childhood "hobby"—voyeurism.

Besides studying and eating, the toilets in the teaching buildings, dormitories, and library were my primary targets. I was desperately searching for the best spots and angles to spy. All of this was done in extreme secrecy, because I knew that if I were discovered, I could be beaten half to death and quickly become a notorious figure at school, ruining my reputation. But without a spirit of adventure, it's impossible to see such alluring scenery. As Chairman Mao said, "The most beautiful scenery is at the most dangerous peak." The toilets in the teaching building and library were all stalls with doors, and there was a gap of about ten centimeters between the partition and the floor. After observing for a while, I found that there were very few people in the buildings during class and lunchtime. Finally, I took action: I eavesdropped and observed that the women's toilet was empty, then slipped in, crawled into a stall, locked the door, and waited patiently for the "fish" to take the bait. Let alone seeing the breathtaking scenery, the anticipation alone was unforgettable—it was incredibly exciting! Tension, anxiety, excitement, ecstasy, and fear, all while enduring the stench of the toilet and the fatigue of squatting for a long time. Finally, the girl who needed to use the restroom came and went into the stall next to mine. Soon, I heard the sound of running water, a sound like the spring rain in my hometown in April, soothing my heart. I pressed my head as close to the ground as possible and peeked through the gap in the partition: beautiful women's shoes, plump, pinkish-white buttocks, a rushing stream of urine, and strands of white discharge hanging precariously—it was truly a sight to behold! My heart was pounding like a drum, almost bursting out of my chest! I was extremely nervous and excited! If the gap hadn't been so small, I wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. Hiding in the women's restroom, I saw the white buttocks of several girls. Some of them were wiping their buttocks, and I saw their hairy genitals and delicate labia. This was the first time I had ever truly seen a woman's vulva; it was definitely worth the trip, and I felt incredibly satisfied! It was time to leave. I listened for any sounds around me, then opened the stall door a crack to make sure no one was there, and quietly slipped out of the women's restroom. I walked into the corridor, glancing back every now and then to make sure no one was watching before letting out a sigh of relief. Only then did I realize I was drenched in sweat. After that peeping incident, I was truly terrified and resolved never to do it again. But after a few days of inactivity, that pinkish-white buttock and hairy genitals kept haunting my mind, making me yearn for it and unable to resist. Afterwards, I risked going a few more times, once almost getting caught, which scared me half to death.

Time flies, and with this voyeuristic hobby as a diversion, I finished my not-so-boring university life. After graduation, because my grades were decent, I was assigned to the traffic management office in KD County, under the jurisdiction of DD City. A few years later, I married an ugly woman with an official background. A few years after that, thanks to my associate degree and my own hard work, I climbed to the position of head of the vehicle management section, and from then on, my fate changed, and I lived an enviable life.

Because I was in charge of the county's vehicle registration management, I had a lot of power. Many people came to curry favor with me, trying to build relationships, pull strings, treat me to meals, and give me money. Some even gave me a half-new Jetta car, while others invited me to nightclubs, bathhouses, massage parlors, and prostitutes. I have a thing for women. I've slept with countless beautiful women in the county, paying off all the pent-up desires I've accumulated over twenty years. But something still lingers: my voyeuristic tendencies. The thrill and excitement of peeping into women's restrooms, which once brought me joy and excitement, is incomparable to anything a prostitute could offer. That's just how people are! The easier something is to obtain, the less they value it; the harder it is to obtain, the more precious they feel.

In the office, I often visit voyeuristic websites, browsing pictures and videos, watching other people's voyeuristic works, feeling incredibly excited and envious. But most of the videos feel inadequate, like scratching an itch through a boot. Back then, I've seen countless women's restrooms and witnessed many spectacular sights, but unfortunately, I didn't have the equipment to capture those beautiful moments. Seeing others risk their reputations to create these works reignites the desires I've suppressed for so many years. Now that I have everything I want, I want my own voyeuristic works; I want to recapture that thrill and excitement of those days.

My initial plan was to start in the toilets of our institute, but I later realized that was inappropriate. Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; if someone found out, I'd be infamous and ruined. Besides, there were very few women in our institute—just an old woman in the archives and Xiao Liu in the registration section—so the women's toilets were rarely used and not worth filming. So I thought of filming outside. I asked a wealthy small business owner for a home video camera, specifically requesting one with infrared capabilities. He was incredibly flattered and eagerly delivered it to me; it was a Sony, small and beautiful. From then on, I had my own toilet filming tool.

I frequently took the camera to hospitals, shopping malls, government offices, and other places. These places mostly had stalls. I waited patiently until no one was around, then slipped into a women's stall, closed the door, and waited for my target to come up, filming and then sneaking away. However, since I could only film through the side gaps between adjacent stalls, the footage was mostly of buttocks, and not very interesting. Furthermore, it was too dangerous; I could easily get caught. I gave up. My initial enthusiasm was completely dampened, and I was incredibly frustrated.

The following winter arrived in the blink of an eye. While driving around aimlessly, I noticed a dry toilet next to the wall of the Second High School in KD County. It was the kind of long, narrow dry toilet with many squatting stalls that I remember from my school days. The back wall of the red brick toilet faced the road, and the latrine door between the men's and women's toilets faced the road. Suddenly, an inspiration struck me—a strange thought. As if possessed, I walked through the school's main gate, across the playground, and into the men's toilet by the roadside. Classes were in session, and the toilet was empty and quite spacious. There were two rows of more than ten long, narrow squatting stalls. I guessed the women's toilet had the same layout; I could imagine how bustling it was after class! How familiar that scene was! Looking down from the rectangular stalls, I saw many towering piles of frozen excrement, a truly magnificent sight. My strange and crazy idea was to dive into the cesspool and photograph the beautiful genitals of girls using the toilet from below! What a shocking scene that would be! This bottom-view angle wasn't a spur-of-the-moment inspiration, but a bold idea born from my initial failed attempt at toilet photography. Such a great toilet, it was like heaven was on my side! I was so excited I couldn't contain myself, and I walked out of the school in a daze.

The next few days were spent in a state of mental turmoil: diving into the cesspool to photograph was not only an extremely harsh environment, but this method of toilet photography itself seemed too perverse to me, and the danger of being discovered was self-evident—if discovered, it would be explosive news nationwide! Thinking about it, I hesitated, considered giving up, but the exhilarating and perfect shooting angle made me completely unable to resist. My long-cultivated voyeuristic desires and audacity drove me to gamble my life's happiness.

I began to prepare. I went to the No. 2 Middle School toilet multiple times to scout out the time students left class and the pedestrian and vehicular traffic on the road. I went to the market and bought a tan cotton overcoat, a yellow rainproof tarp, and an activated carbon mask to mask odors. Everything was ready, and I just waited for the right moment. Finally, my wife went back to her parents' house. That day, after work, I drank with some friends and returned home, deciding to start the operation the next morning. I lay in bed, unable to sleep; the tension and excitement before the operation kept me tossing and turning. I carefully considered the possible dangers and countermeasures, and even imagined the stunning angles from below to encourage myself.

Finally, the next morning arrived. I put on my overcoat, took all my gear, and some liquor and sausages for a long lieutenant period. I drove my Jetta and hit the road. The winter morning was still dark, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Soon, I arrived at the toilet near the wall of the Second Middle School. I turned off the car and observed the surroundings. The winter morning was pitch black, and there wasn't a single pedestrian or vehicle on the road. I gathered what I needed, got out of the car, and closed the door. My heart suddenly started pounding. Although I love peeping and have seen countless toilets, this daring approach still made me incredibly nervous. But now the die was cast, and I had no choice but to go! I calmed myself down a bit, observing my surroundings as I tiptoed to the small door in the middle of the back wall of the toilet, the one left for the latrine cleaners. I don't know where I got the courage, but with a "whoosh," I slipped inside.

I had observed this for a while. There was a narrow flight of stairs leading down from the small door—just one step, probably for the latrine workers to stand on—and below was the cesspool. Although it was dark inside the small door, and although it was winter and most of the excrement in the cesspool was frozen, I could still smell the stench of feces and urine. Standing on this single step, I first listened to see if there was any movement from the men's and women's restrooms on either side. Everything was quiet. Who would bother going to the toilet outside at three or four in the morning in the dead of winter? I took out my flashlight and shone it down. Below was a pile of frozen feces and white urine, along with sheets of toilet paper and two neatly arranged, tall piles of excrement. I gritted my teeth, gripped the cracks in the bricks beside me, and slowly descended into the cesspool. I held onto the edge of the step and cautiously stepped on the excrement below. The cold winter had frozen it solid, easily supporting my weight. After I reached the bottom of the cesspool, I stood still for a while, and after confirming that I was safe, I turned on my flashlight and looked around: This was truly a world of solidified excrement and urine! Everywhere were solid and liquid human waste in various shapes and sizes. There were puddles like large pancakes; there were thick, long strips that had fallen from a height but remained undeformed; there were also splattered thin soups and large patches of urine frozen like rice porridge. The most amazing thing was the two rows of tall cesspools, completely built of layers of frozen excrement, tapering at the top and wide at the bottom, arranged in a staggered pattern, no less impressive than the Egyptian pyramids. Some of their tops were almost reaching the rectangular opening of the cesspool, taller than me. The neatly arranged towers were quite spectacular, resembling stalactites in a karst cave. The toilet paper scattered on the ground looked like snow lotuses blooming on an iceberg, and the red and yellow stains on the toilet paper resembled the stamens of the snow lotuses. Although the cesspool was frozen solid, the stench was still overwhelming, so I quickly put on a mask to protect it from the smell. I took a small cotton pad from my bag and laid it in a corner of the women's cesspool. It was dimly lit there, and a tall cesspool provided some cover, making it relatively safe. I took out my video camera and turned it on. Because of the cold, it took a while for the camera to start. I held the camera up and filmed, partly to check its operation and partly to practice my movements. Once everything was working properly, I sat down on the pad to catch my breath, took off my leather hat, and felt the steam rising from my head. I realized that the tension and busyness had left me drenched in sweat. Resting, I felt the biting cold. Because I was wearing thin cotton gloves (for ease of operation), my fingers soon became numb. I quickly put one hand inside my coat to warm it, and with the other hand, I took out a small flask and, surrounded by the stench, ate and drank with the sausages and braised meat I had brought. It was so cold that I wrapped myself tightly in my cotton coat and paced back and forth. I stubbornly remained hidden there, waiting for the "extras" to arrive.

Dawn slowly broke, and I checked my watch: 6:40. I knew someone would be coming soon, and my nerves tightened again. I put away my cotton pad, draped a rain tarp over myself from head to toe, chose a concealed filming spot, and adjusted the camera angle. "Crunch, crunch," came the sound of footsteps on the snow in the distance. I quickly squatted under a latrine, pointed the camera lens through a pre-cut hole in the tarp at the numerous latrine openings above, and prepared to film! The camera made a slight hissing sound, and my heart was pounding in my chest! A short while later, the floor of the men's restroom creaked loudly from someone's footsteps. Damn it! A male! I turned off the camera and looked towards the men's latrine. That idiot was urinating, the yellowish urine gushing from one opening, making me nauseous! A short while later, the man left, the crunching sound of his footsteps fading into the distance. I cursed, tore off the tarpaulin, and continued waiting for the arrival of the beautiful cunt.

Finally, they came, and there were two of them! Two high school girls, chatting and laughing as they entered the restroom. Their pure, sweet laughter, usually so intoxicating, made my heart pound and my blood pressure spike! I quickly covered myself with the tarpaulin, not daring to move, and turned on the camera, peering upwards through the pre-cut hole. The girl's feet were probably cold; she stomped them hard, making the floorboards creak. Then, the light above the two rectangular openings dimmed, right above me at an angle! Two girls stood there, legs apart, one in light blue jeans, the other in navy blue school uniform pants. They squatted down one after the other, their snow-white buttocks and arousing vulvas displayed without reservation above my head! Before I could even swallow the drool that had been welling up in my mouth, the two "abalone" characters started firing almost simultaneously, and a torrential downpour was pouring down on my head! Two streams of urine cascaded down in graceful arcs, splashing onto the cesspool and creating beautiful sprays. Luckily, I was wearing a raincoat, or I would have been soaked. The smooth, round buttocks, the girl's plump and unique abalone, and the fluffy pubic hair were perfectly presented on the camera screen. I was afraid of missing a single detail, so I tried my best to control my trembling hands and frantically filmed... The two girls stopped urinating one after the other, shook their buttocks up and down vigorously, pulled up their pants, and left.

Hiding in the cesspool, I could no longer smell the pungent stench. I was so excited that I felt like I was hallucinating: Was I dreaming? To be able to admire a beautiful abalone urinating from such an angle! The girl's "generous" exposure of her genitals was something I could admire! To have such a great harvest on my first mission was truly a blessing from heaven! This achievement is the best reward for my years of relentless spying.

Before I could even finish my exclamation, more girls came in, their chatter and laughter filling the air. Almost every stall was full, and I was overjoyed! If the downpour before was a "torrential rain," this was a flash flood! Countless streams of urine danced before my eyes, and droppings of excrement rained down like bombs, some landing mercilessly on my head and body. The sounds of water and feces hitting the ground filled the air! A fresh, pungent stench assaulted my nostrils, and I frantically filmed with my camera! Because I was wearing a yellow tarp, I was well concealed, and the lighting was dim, so no one noticed me. "Ring..." Suddenly, the bell rang, and the girls quickly pulled up their pants and left the toilet. The huge toilet suddenly became eerily quiet. I suddenly felt like a trapped ghost, a chill running through my entire body.

Time to leave! I slowly stood up, only then realizing my legs were numb. I rested for a bit, gathered my gear, and, stepping through the still-warm urine, listened carefully near the latrine opening above the middle of the latrine to make sure there were no footsteps outside. Then, gripping the frame of the opening, I laboriously climbed up. I poked my head out, made sure no one was around, and with all my might, leaped out and ran to my car.

Once inside, my heart finally settled, and I realized how cold I was: I was soaked in sweat. My clothes were still covered in feces and urine, and the car reeked of a strong, pungent stench. I struggled to rip off all my clothes, rolled them into a ball, threw them onto the back seat, started the car, and sped away like an arrow.

Back home, I took a long shower. Sitting down, I turned on the camera and admired my victory—it felt incredibly satisfying. I hurriedly connected the camera to the computer and transferred the footage. On the computer screen, an even more arousing scene unfolded before me: swaying buttocks, gushing urine, and chattering female voices…

After dealing with the rest of the equipment in the car, I took it to a car wash and walked to work. Having not slept all night, I slumped into my office chair and fell asleep, exhausted.

In the days that followed, I sneaked into the No. 2 Middle School toilet several more times, filming even more videos. Besides storing them on my home computer, I also saved them on my office computer so I could watch them anytime.

Finally, one winter morning, I was discovered in the latrine of the No. 2 Middle School by a female teacher using the toilet. She screamed hysterically, and then many people rushed in. I was caught red-handed… I was taken to the police station, but I was on good terms with many people in the county public security bureau, and I was quickly released. But my "deeds" had already spread throughout the county, and I could no longer stay in KD County. Through my own efforts and my buddies' mediation, I was transferred to another place, still working at the vehicle management office, and still living a happy life...

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