The Night of the Central Army's Rape

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Zhongjun's Rape Night

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Zhongjun was an honest man, and because he was too honest, he had never had a girlfriend. He had pursued
others , but all his attempts failed. Who would like such an unromantic, not-so-bad man?

Zhongjun lived alone in N City, a city full of beautiful women, but none of them were his. At night, Zhongjun
was lonely and bored, so he went out for a stroll, and couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw couples arm in arm. Occasionally, Zhongjun would see some men touching
their girlfriends' buttocks, and he would fantasize about it. Zhongjun was already a 25-year-old man, and had never
been with a woman. His heart was empty.

However, he was an honest man, and this desire for women could only be suppressed in his heart. During the day, he was a dutiful and
hardworking good man. At night, he could only quench his thirst by going to pornographic websites. Zhongjun's heart was about to break;
he was honest, but he couldn't resist the evil thoughts of wanting women. So he went to see a psychologist.

The psychologist told him: Distract yourself!

Zhongjun felt that he liked reading, so he decided to go read.

So, whenever Zhongjun felt a longing for women, he would go to the library—sometimes at home, sometimes at
a bookstore , and sometimes at the library.

But he found that even in places like bookstores and libraries, he would inevitably encounter women he desired. Sometimes
he saw mature, voluptuous female librarians, sometimes young, beautiful female students…

In the library, Zhongjun sometimes couldn't concentrate on his books and would steal glances at the women around him, looking at their
buttocks. Later, Zhongjun went to the library not to read books, but to see women.

He discovered that many of the women in the library were single, and his desire intensified! So, he
sometimes spent entire weekends in the library. Zhongjun gradually became familiar with the library's schedule. He
noticed when the library closed at 9:30 pm, there were very few people, especially in the foreign language reading room on the 6th floor,
which was usually empty since it mainly contained foreign language texts. But Zhongjun liked to stay
there because the librarian was a woman around 30 years old, of average appearance and slender figure. Zhongjun
liked when she would come over at 9:30 to tell him it was closing time. Zhongjun had never known how to talk to
women, but this time she came to him herself. So, foolishly, Zhongjun went there
every to read until closing time. The two of them eventually became somewhat familiar with each other.

Yes, Zhongjun had absolutely no experience in flirting with women; he just knew how to do this, but
he didn't know how to take it further. He only knew that at night he could see the beautiful female librarian, see her buttocks,
hear her voice, and smell her scent, but she never spoke. As soon as Zhongjun heard the "
order , he would get up and leave.

Zhongjun was an honest man.

Helpless, Zhongjun had to suppress his desire for this woman, only able to see her at night to vent his
lust. This desire often accumulated, and finally…

Zhongjun really couldn't hold back anymore. That night, as he was about to leave, he
looked . The woman was tidying up the reading room. Zhongjun's heart raced, a surge of heat rising in his chest.

He was terrified, so he rushed downstairs. Reaching the fifth floor, he didn't go down but quickly circled
the area – no one! He rushed down to the fourth floor, circled again – still no one. Zhongjun continued rushing down, observing every
floor – still no one. Finally, he checked the basement – still no one. Zhongjun's blood boiled. He
immediately rushed up to the sixth floor, the top floor. He secretly observed that, indeed, there was no one else besides that woman. Zhongjun
suddenly felt melancholy. He knew there were security guards in the library. Perhaps they were outside; perhaps they would come in. But his
blood was still boiling! Zhongjun looked downstairs – no movement at all.

His blood surging, Zhongjun rushed towards the foreign language reading room.

The foreign language reading room was quiet. Zhongjun saw the woman reading. He turned and locked the door, glaring at
her . The woman was surprised: "What are you doing?" Zhongjun was speechless. He pounced on her.

The woman struggled desperately, but was still tackled to the ground. Zhongjun's mind was filled with scenes from violent movies;
he couldn't stop!

Zhongjun appeared honest, but deep down he harbored a desire to conquer women. He'd seen plenty of perverts online, learned all sorts of
techniques , but lacked practical experience. The two struggled briefly, Zhongjun clinging tightly to the woman, who
screamed "Help!" but no one seemed to answer! They grappled, slowly reaching a stalemate. Zhongjun
couldn't penetrate further, and the woman couldn't break free. The woman said, "I remember you. You have the guts
to kill me, or you're dead!" Zhongjun didn't answer; he only wanted to penetrate her G-spot, remembering
that spot that made women weak. So Zhongjun began searching for her. Coincidentally, the librarian's uniform was a shirt
and skirt. Penetration was incredibly easy for Zhongjun. He began exploring her buttocks, thighs, and lower abdomen.
The woman tried to defend that area with her hands. But it was too late. Zhongjun's right hand yanked off the woman's panties
, at least leaving her vagina. Then his right hand began to penetrate her deepest point. The woman's hands were still outside her body,
her body tightly enveloped by Zhongjun's left hand. Now that the city gates were open, the woman began to scream "No!"
She grabbed Zhongjun's right arm, trying to push his right hand away. However, Zhongjun had already touched her vulva, his middle and
index fingers inserted, then hooking back – a good way to find a woman's G-spot, a technique Zhongjun had learned on a pornographic
website . The woman's screams grew louder; this area
was something she might only touch during masturbation or sex with her husband. But now…

although the woman's hands were tightly gripping Zhongjun's right hand, it was useless; it was as if she was directing Zhongjun to play with
her vulva. Zhongjun began to vigorously stimulate that G-spot. The woman began to react,
resisting this pleasure. She didn't want it; she wanted safety, didn't want her heart racing, didn't want her nipples erect – but
that was her G-spot! Zhongjun's stimulation was powerful but slow. He was observing the woman's reaction. She was
resisting , but barely had the strength to cry out "No!" She was starting to soften, but her expression told Zhongjun:
she didn't want it! The woman hoped her G-spot would stop sending those
signals . But first, her breasts betrayed her; she could feel them touching her G-spot.
The signals began to rise, and then the woman's lungs betrayed her, craving air to sustain the
pleasure. Finally, her vagina began to leak fluid. The woman was angry, crying out, "Why?! You need to react!!" Zhongjun
's left hand began to tear at the woman's clothes. Caught off guard, her top was ripped open, revealing her white bra.
Zhongjun tore it again! A pair of erect nipples popped out. At this moment, Zhongjun's desire intensified. His right hand began
to rub the woman's G-spot faster, and the woman's reactions intensified! The woman cried, "Breasts, why are you
so erect? Vagina, why are you leaking more fluid!" The woman's body began to
sway involuntarily from side to side, not to break free, but to cooperate with the pleasure emanating from her G-spot! Even the woman's throat began
to moan. But was the woman's mind clear? What use was it if she didn't want it? Her G-spot
emitted waves of stimulation, and her body was manipulated by it.

Zhongjun's left hand was kneading the woman's breasts, which became firm and unyielding, pressing tightly against
his hand. However, Zhongjun couldn't find the pleasure he'd found in masturbation, so he started thinking about penetration. Virgins always went straight for this when
doing this. Zhongjun's right hand left the woman's vagina. The woman finally had
a chance to catch her breath, but the impact had been too intense; her G-spot suddenly felt empty. Where was that pleasure?

The woman hoped her vagina would recover, but it felt unsatisfied, instead feeling empty. Her breasts
were still firm, and she couldn't control how to soften them.

Zhongjun started tearing at the woman's skirt; it was easily ripped off. The woman's legs,
however, were still obedient, and she took the opportunity to kick Zhongjun
fiercely. Although Zhongjun was honest, an honest man driven to desperation can be ruthless! Zhongjun dodged the woman's kicks, grabbed the panties still hanging on her buttocks from the side, and ripped them apart with a few pulls
. The woman's lower body was now unprotected. The woman was bewildered, wishing it were all a dream. But Zhongjun
pressed her down again.

She felt a hot rod pressing against her lower abdomen; Zhongjun had quickly pulled down his pants and erected
his penis. "No!" the woman pleaded, "No more, please, don't do this! Please!! Please!"

This was exactly the effect Zhongjun wanted! He became even more aroused. The woman's thighs were forcibly spread apart, Zhongjun's body
between them, his right hand beginning to rub her genitals. There wasn't much lubrication, but Zhongjun was just confirming
the position before starting his work.

The woman tried to lift herself up, but Zhongjun pressed her down again. She desperately tried to push him away, but at first it
was no use. Zhongjun began adjusting his penetration position, and the woman cried out loudly! No! No. But now her
genitals just obediently stayed there, slowly waiting for Zhongjun's entry, completely defenseless. The woman suddenly twitched
her lower body , attempting a final struggle. Zhongjun noticed, gripping her lower abdomen with his left hand and using his right arm to manipulate
her left leg, effectively immobilizing her lower body. After a brief struggle, she tried to push Zhongjun away with her hands
, but to no avail. Zhongjun quickly released his left hand from her lower abdomen, guiding his penis to the entrance of her
vagina. The woman screamed, she was going to give herself to him!

Zhongjun began to thrust! Her vagina was stretched open, and his penis triumphantly entered! The woman closed her eyes tightly, beginning to endure the intrusion of
this foreign object, but the emptiness she felt earlier was gone, replaced by
fullness and pleasure! Zhongjun began with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, knowing this was the most unbearable technique for women. The woman fell silent
; perhaps she understood that screaming was useless, and she just wanted to end this humiliation quickly.

Zhongjun discovered that this method gave the woman some pleasure, but what about the intense orgasms seen in pornographic films? Men
all crave orgasms, especially a man about to have sex. So Zhongjun abandoned the "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one"
method and began to thrust wildly! The woman had initially intended to simply endure the insertion of the foreign object, perhaps by
closing . However, Zhongjun's vigorous thrusting made it impossible for her to escape her fate, even with her eyes closed! After a series of intense thrusts, her vagina
was already overflowing with lustful fluids, emitting waves of pleasure. The woman's breasts began to bounce, enjoying the continuous waves of pleasure
.
Naturally, the woman couldn't help but let out soft moans of "Ah...ya...ah...ya." With each thrust, their bodies began to move in sync, and the woman stopped trying to push Zhongjun away. Zhongjun thrust more and more vigorously, and the woman's moans grew louder and louder, eventually
evolving into the typical mature woman's cries of "Ah...yo...mm...ah...yo..."

The woman didn't want to moan, but her nature compelled her to react this way.

Their intercourse became increasingly intense. Zhongjun found himself unable to control himself any longer, wishing only
to become one with the woman, his thrusts becoming stronger and faster. The woman also began to cooperate with Zhongjun's
thrusts, at least fully opening her lower body, hoping for full contact between their genitals. The woman still had some
awareness , but she couldn't escape the clutches of her instincts.

The climax began to descend. Zhongjun knew he was about to ejaculate, but he couldn't control himself; his movements continued
. The woman felt her vagina accumulating energy, triggering an orgasm. She began to moan, "Ah...ah..."—a cry of
her will, a cry to suppress the wicked thought: how could she have an orgasm while being raped? But her
vagina continued to rub against Zhongjun's penis, and due to the increased blood flow, it began to swell, becoming even more
intimately connected to the penis. The energy of her vagina began to explode!

No!

The woman's will was making a final, futile resistance! Her vagina began to erupt with
the explosive force ! The power exploded from her vagina, first reaching her thighs, which convulsed, then reaching her calves, which immediately
stiffened! Another wave of orgasmic power surged to her lower abdomen, from which this power traveled up to her breasts, instantly
transforming them into two firm, unyielding peaks! The woman's arms twitched in response, and then the force of the orgasm surged towards
her head. She had been conscious all along, but now, as the power of the orgasm surged forth, her
consciousness began to desperately resist! No! She couldn't accept this power's conquest!!

It was no use!

The force of the orgasm flashed and reached the top of her head! The woman began to float! What a beautiful feeling! Another
wave ! I want more! The woman succumbed! Of course, the woman's orgasm wasn't a single wave; she began to enjoy it! Her
whole body throbbed with ecstasy, her vaginal fluids gushed out, her breasts stood erect, her body trembled slightly, her consciousness
enjoying the bliss of floating to the heavens. Rape? So good!

Zhongjun's penis ejaculated several mouthfuls of semen into the woman's vagina, then withdrew. The woman's vagina
retaliated : it ejaculated several mouthfuls of fluid, like a prostitute enticing Zhongjun's penis. "Why did you pull out? Continue!"

Zhongjun ejaculated the remaining semen onto the woman's lower abdomen. The woman? Still lost in the throes of orgasm, hadn't
recovered .

Zhongjun ejaculated [the entire text], a wave of guilt washing over him. He had to leave immediately! Leave this city! Escape! He
had broken the law!

Zhongjun quickly got up, put on his pants, and rushed downstairs!

Behind him, the woman's genitals were still trembling slightly, her breasts firm. The woman began secretly rubbing
her breasts with one hand while inserting the other into her vagina, continuing her endless journey.

This article is a mess. Is this even possible? Is Zhongjun a person's name or part of the military? It doesn't seem to be clearly explained. It gives the impression of a laborer who's never seen a woman before. It's quite realistic; many otaku are like that—thinking too much leads to this kind of thing. I thought it was a military story, but it's just about ordinary people. I initially mistook "Zhongjun" for "military," and the writing is somewhat disjointed…
I thought it referred to the Zhongjun in the central command tent… What a wonderful novel! Although it's not long, the psychological descriptions and detailed descriptions are realistic and delicate—a rare gem! Very good, OP, keep it up, post more great stuff! Sending you a heart, keep up the good work and post more! I thought it was a military-themed erotica novel, but I didn't expect this one to be so good.

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