Rape of a pretty girl

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That old five-story building was just a typical birdcage-style rental for students, but nestled amidst blooming
cherry blossoms and the gentle mountain breezes all day long, I absolutely loved this cozy little haven that had been my home for four years.

Afraid of losing it, I made two copies of the key – one large for the downstairs gate and
one small for the room door. I linked them with my car keys and carried them with me all the way until after
graduation , never returning them to the landlord.

Now, more than a month after graduation, 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 my stubble, and lost my former roguish charm
. Every day I'm busy with the mundane tasks of job interviews and self-promotion.

After working for more than half a month, I still hadn't found a job. Was I being unrealistic and overconfident, or was the overall economic downturn really
that bad? Every day, weaving through traffic and crowds, I started to miss the leisurely, carefree, and lucky days I
had in .

I always had the urge to go back to that apartment, especially after failing an interview and getting into an old, used car. The
scorching summer heat always reminded me of countless summer days when I would lie shirtless in that apartment, lazily
enjoying the cool mountain breeze.

Gradually, I started to think that my good fortune was left behind in that apartment, forgotten to be brought out with me.

Then, after another interview, I received the same "waiting for further notice" 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'd left it. The yellowed blanket on the bed was perfectly rolled up, and two
cigarette butts on the floor hadn't been cleaned up.

I was glad the landlord hadn't rented it out yet, so I grabbed a broom in the hallway and
cleaned , and also found a towel to wipe the spring mattress. Finally, I went to the nearby 7-Eleven and bought a
newspaper and two cans of Taiwan beer. That afternoon, I showered, read the newspaper, drank beer, and enjoyed
the cool mountain breeze for over an hour in my apartment.

There must be a mysterious interplay between humans and their environment, like a peacock in full display. If you leave it in
a zoo 'll always be sickly and barely alive; but if you release it back into the mountains, it'll be 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 dare to stick its head out.

And my little nest is my blessed haven.

That day, I saw on the forum (http://24mybazar.com) that some netizens were discussing job postings in the newspaper. I made two phone calls. 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, they 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, they told me to bring my resume and report to work the next day.

I felt like I had washed away the bad luck in my small apartment. With a heart full of joy, I left my apartment and began my
busy .

Because I was in the lending business, I had to deal with many managers of small and medium-sized enterprises, collecting credit
information and understanding the operating conditions of client companies. Because I held the power of life and death in lending, they all
went to great lengths to flatter me, using all sorts of methods, from drinking to smoking. So, two weeks after joining the company, I had already
gotten rid of... I can no longer bear the days of revelry and drinking that begin every noon.

Immersed in a distorted life of alcohol and money, I still yearn for inner peace. So my little apartment becomes
a haven from my busy schedule. During breaks from tiring social engagements, whenever possible, I drive to this
quiet little place at the foot of the mountain, wash away the sweat and grime, drink a refreshing beer, and then lie on my spring mattress watching the smog-
shrouded Taipei City.

I always sneak over around two or three in the afternoon, taking advantage of the deserted street corner, and take out my key... I unlocked
the iron gate and slipped into the room like a cat. I knew that most of the people living on the same floor were office workers and students;
around lunchtime, 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.

I only encountered the landlady a few times in front of the house, but perhaps because my hair was shorter and I looked more presentable, 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

. This secluded space seemed to soothe my tense nerves. In my little apartment, 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 apartment crammed full of things, the air
thick with a strong perfume scent. My little apartment had a new owner, and a fragrant lady at that.

Fortunately, the new owner hadn't changed the locks. I swaggered in, searching through the newly arrived
cabinets , furniture, and decorations, trying to glean clues about the new tenant and contemplate
the possibility of coexisting.

Undoubtedly, the new owner was a young woman. I started browsing from the doorway... The stylish high heels and vibrant colors of
the furniture made it clear. Opening the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall revealed a plethora of trendy, form-fitting
clothing: cropped tops, mesh tank tops, tight mini skirts, low-rise skinny jeans, fitted
suits, and several low-cut dresses—further indicating that the new homeowner was a fashionable working professional.

Despite being an uninvited guest, I couldn't suppress my desire to see what the homeowner looked like; I wanted to find her
photo. Leaving the wardrobe, I rummaged through her desk and drawers.

I easily found a large photo album with at least a hundred pictures inside. Some were taken in Yangmingshan, Kenting
, Alishan, and others abroad, like Austria or Belgium. In every photo, the woman
had the same 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 was a photo of her in a bikini, reclining on a deck chair, the azure pool reflecting off her glistening shavings.
Her translucent skin exuded a perfect, languid aura. Of course, I didn't love the aura itself, but rather the alluring curves that seemed to burst forth from behind
the bikini .

The swimsuit was a deadly pure white, and the angle, shooting from her toes forward, made the small nylon fabric clinging to her triangle area appear as if
it had become part of her body, faithfully displaying the alluring texture of her private parts. Thankfully, the scene was a private pool,
otherwise, countless men would surely have nosebleeds.Excitement. However, I was covered in sweat and stench, so I took a shower first, then continued searching for this beautiful woman's belongings.

I rummaged through the closets as thoroughly as possible, finally finding her underwear, lingerie,
bras , pajamas, and slips. The panties alone came in cotton, silk, Lycra, leather,
PVC, and mesh—the sheer quantity and variety were astounding. I checked the time; it was only a little
past three in the afternoon. I carefully took about ten pieces of very minimally woven and provocatively styled underwear and pajamas and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Naked, I placed a photo of her in a bikini in front of my lap, imagining her alluring naked body
while sniffing each of her garments in my hands. My other hand, without any restraint, began to masturbate.

What would it be like without the bikini? Would there be curly pubic hair covering
a swollen, blooming mound of heat? Was there a gentle breeze blowing from her mons pubis, gushing forth waves of lustful desire?
Would those two clearly visible pubic mounds twitch with each thrust? And when I penetrated her completely, would the sensation be
intoxicating and unforgettable?

I wonder if other men would become a little perverted in this situation? 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 skyward.

The narrow crotch rubbing against my scrotum and anus, that intimately erotic sensation almost
made me faint. I dared not rub my penis, and slowly walked to the dressing mirror, carefully observing my perverted
appearance . Ha! I swear, that was the most perverted man I had ever seen—it was me! A
22-year-old man, thin and tall, wearing only a small woman's thong, was naked except for a silver woman's panty
tucked into his pubic area, the stretchy fabric clinging to his male genitalia.

The thought of this same panty clung tightly to another beautiful woman's labia and anus, stained with
her constant secretions and vaginal fluids, overwhelmed me with excitement. I rushed back to the photo and ejaculated onto her
white bikini.

That day, I put all my clothes back in their places, including hers.
I clamped her legs between mine 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 together with the sheet.

After I was mostly done, I was panting heavily. It was my first time doing something like this, and I was a little
apprehensive . But since I had already started, there was no turning back.

She was like Jesus on the cross, her body outstretched in a cross shape. But while Jesus faced death with composure
, she was tearful, her delicate body throbbing and writhing like a shrimp.

I looked down at my prey closely. She wore a well-fitting gray suit: a tank top, a shirt, and a tight
skirt , clinging to her beautiful body. Her small face was striking, with bright eyes and white teeth,
her features deep-set, even more radiant and captivating than in the photograph. As she struggled, the skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing a small
silver panty under her light gray stockings—the very same one I'd used to masturbate the first time I entered her.

Seeing her firm thighs and smelling the musky scent emanating from her, my penis immediately hardened
. At that moment, she knew what was about to happen to her. She stopped struggling and
looked at .

I was almost stunned. Damn it! How could there be such a captivating woman? She was beautiful whether she smiled or cried.
The more pitiful and helpless she appeared, 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 said to her, "You should know what I'm going to do to you! But as long as 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 all hard." I said decisively.

Pulling the towel out of her mouth, she didn't scream loudly, only whispering, "I won't scream.
As long as you don't rape me, I'll definitely 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 gone 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.

Hearing the words "penetrated by a man," her face flushed, and she stammered, "It's...
it's true!"

"Then you must have seen a man's penis, right?" I asked, holding my penis in front of her.

She avoided looking at the enormous thing in front of her and nodded shyly.

"I didn't hear you! Have you seen it or not?" I pressed, pretending not to understand.

"I...I have!" Her voice was barely audible.

I was satisfied with her answer; at least she didn't lie and say she hadn't. I would never believe a beautiful woman in her twenties
had never seen a man's genitals.

I loosened the bindings on her feet, removed her stockings and pencil skirt, and unfastened her vest, shirt
, and . She only instinctively flinched a few times, probably knowing there was no escape, before finally obediently letting 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've kept your virginity." She was almost completely naked now, her two luminous
white breasts dangling from her open bodice, trembling gently, flawless and white.
She simply closed her eyes, her legs tightly shut.

"Hmph!" I reached out and forcefully pulled up her panties, the silver panties sinking into her labia minora, her two thick
labia majora turning outwards, tightly gripping the narrow strip of fabric. The pubic hair on the dark lips was neatly trimmed, leaving only
short roots.

"Ah...it hurts!" she whimpered, her pink legs trying to dodge to the side.

I didn't let her dodge, pressing 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
, revealing a plump and tender little hole to me. The moment my tongue brushed against her labia,
her whole body trembled, her legs gripped tightly in my hands, unable to break free, she began to sob softly.

The sudden smell of the sour scent of her vagina sent almost all my blood rushing to my groin, my head spinning, wanting only to indulge in wanton
pleasure.

The vulva before me was young and alluring, its color slightly deep yet not dull, its texture firm yet not sagging, its
fullness just right, its fragrance surpassing even the finest delicacies. Two tightly pressed labia densely concealed the flower path, only
revealing its hidden paradise under the exploration of my tongue.

I frantically tasted her genitals, not missing an inch of skin, not overlooking any crevice, while
her sobs never ceased, until my tongue was numb and my penis was numbed, only then did I stop, straddling her...

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