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Catching Adultery in Dormitory 

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#1 Memories of a Dormitory

Many people have experienced living in dormitories, and the many interesting stories that unfolded in such environments are well worth remembering.
To be honest, I didn't originally need to live in a dormitory. From elementary school, middle school, university, to my job, I'd always stayed in the same city. Before meeting my current girlfriend, I had never left my province, let alone lived in a dormitory. It was my girlfriend who made me fully appreciate the charm of dormitories.
My girlfriend was one of the many migrant workers heading south, but fortunately, she had a relatively high level of education and found an office job at my company. To retain talent from all over the country, our company rented some residential houses nearby, providing dormitories for single employees from other places. Although the conditions were simple, at least they had a place to stay. The dormitories were separated by floor for men and women, but it was also common for couples to live together. After establishing a relationship with my girlfriend, I moved into her dormitory for two reasons: first, to ensure my girlfriend's safety; second, so that we could live together legitimately. At first, the simple living conditions made me a little uncomfortable. Later, I gradually discovered the advantages beyond the two reasons mentioned above, and I finally settled down. I lived in her dormitory for more than two years with great interest, until we saved enough money to start paying off the mortgage.
Let me first describe the general environment of my girlfriend's dormitory. It was a three-story building with one bedroom and one living room. To accommodate more people, the company partitioned off another small room in the living room area with wooden boards. My girlfriend moved in first and naturally chose the original room, while a girl from Jiangxi who arrived a little later had to move into the wooden partitioned room. This girl from Jiangxi was named A-Ling, and she was only 22 years old at the time, two years younger than my girlfriend.
One day, my girlfriend suddenly said, "You know what? A-Ling's boyfriend, the one named A-Xiong, moved in these past few days. Last night, when I got back to the dormitory and went to the bathroom, I happened to see him coming out after showering. He wasn't wearing any clothes on, and I even heard A-Ling calling him from inside the bathroom. How embarrassing!"
How could this be?! How could he harass my girlfriend like that! Although it wasn't intentional, I was still very uneasy. After thinking about it, I realized that having my girlfriend move in with me didn't seem like a good idea, and I was worried about my parents' objections. So, I naturally suggested that I move in too, for the reasons I mentioned earlier. At that time, my girlfriend and I had been having sex for over six months, and we would occasionally meet and make love in her dorm room, leaving many of my belongings there, such as clothes. Moving in would be a piece of cake. My girlfriend thought about it and, to avoid unforeseen awkwardness, agreed to my suggestion.
I work in an extroverted department with very flexible working hours, quite different from my girlfriend's shift work, especially on weekends. Often, my girlfriend would be working all day, while I would spend the whole day alone in my dorm, sleeping, playing computer games, and killing time. And the interesting thing happened for the first time on a weekend!
That morning, around 11 a.m., I spent almost the entire morning on pornographic websites, watching top-tier movies while masturbating, when I heard the sound of the iron gate opening downstairs, and I thought I heard Ah Ling and her boyfriend talking. I quickly turned off the computer sound, afraid that the sounds of sex in the movie would be heard by others. A moment later, sure enough, I heard Ah Ling and her boyfriend's voices.
"Hey? Ah Ling, it seems like they (my girlfriend and I) aren't here today?" It was Ah Xiong—Ah Ling's boyfriend's voice.
"It seems so. Sigh, once we girls get boyfriends, it's hard to even see each other across the hall. It's all your fault, you men." Ah Ling's voice.
At this moment, I heard Ah Xiong walk towards our room and put his head close to the door to listen. I held my breath, not making a sound, my left hand still holding my penis, not daring to move.
After a while, I heard Ah Ling's soft voice again: "Hey, are you there?"
There was another silence.
"No!" Ah Xiong announced loudly.
At the same time, I felt amused: Haha, he can't even tell!
"I'm dying! I need to pee!" Ah Ling's voice sounded a little trembling. Soon, I heard the distinctive "shh" sound of a woman urinating from the bathroom. Although it was very soft, I could tell that she hadn't closed the door.
"You women have such a peculiar way of urinating!" Ah Xiong's voice carried from afar.
"You bastard! Get out, get out! What's so interesting about women urinating?!" Ah Ling scolded him. Suddenly, Ah Ling shouted, "Ugh! What are you doing! Don't touch me! There's pee! It's so dirty! You big pervert! You're so bad!"
"Haha... What a beautiful pussy!" Ah Xiong laughed shamelessly.
After a while, the two of them came out of the bathroom and went into the wooden shack. There was a loud "thump" as their bed hit the wooden wall, presumably Ah Xiong had pushed Ah Ling down onto the bed.
Ah Ling said, "Ugh, close the door!"
"No need. There's no one here!" Ah Xiong seemed a little out of breath.
"Ugh," you touched my genitals, and now you're touching my breasts. Did you wash your hands after getting your hands dirty with pee and...that water?"
"That water? What kind of water? Tell me."
"I won't tell! It's so embarrassing!" "
Tell me! I want to hear."
"It's...it's vaginal fluid!"
"It's vaginal fluid! Men have it too, just not as much as you women. Look, there's some on my dick. Come on, taste it."
"Ugh," I don't want to! It's so dirty."
"Suck it for me for a while, okay?"
Then I couldn't hear Ah Ling anymore. She couldn't resist her boyfriend, so she obediently took his penis in her mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it, and I couldn't even hear the sounds of oral sex; I could only imagine. A few minutes later, Ah Ling's voice rang out again: "Ugh! Your dick smells so bad, so salty!"
"That's a man's smell! Your genitals smell about the same." Ah Xiong was licking Ah Ling's genitals.
"Pah! You scoundrel, you didn't say that when you licked me several times! You said my pussy smelled good and was beautiful. Humph, it's all lies!"
"What I meant was that people's smells are all pretty much the same! It's just that I like your smell. I think your pussy smells good, I'm not lying to you!"
"You scoundrel!"
Then silence fell again, probably because the two were doing their so-called "foreplay." And with Ah Ling's loud "Ah!", the show officially began.
Ah Ling was really good at moaning! In sync with the rhythmic "Ah, ah, ah, ah" sounds as the bed hit the wall, and with Ah Xiong's different thrusts, she even created different pitches and intonations. She was much better than my girlfriend in this respect. I don't need to say more about what happened next, everyone will understand.

From then on, I discovered a new kind of fun in living in this dormitory. I didn't hide my eavesdropping from my girlfriend. Although she wasn't very interested in it, she didn't mind my behavior either. Sometimes we used it as a way to add some excitement. Because Ah Xiong's demands were quite high, he would often continue even knowing we were inside, only slightly lowering the volume. I suspect they weren't fully satisfied.
After a while, I gradually realized that I couldn't hear very clearly through the door; many details were missed. Moreover, when they knew we were inside, they would close the door before starting, which was equivalent to having two layers of wood in between. Combined with the significantly reduced volume, it was almost indistinct. While this allowed for more imagination, it always felt like something was missing.
So I had a further plan. My method consisted of two steps: first, to secretly obtain a copy of their room key; second, to install listening devices in their room, preferably wireless. The first step was crucial to the success of the entire plan and was very difficult. I racked my brains to come up with a discreet method, obtaining their room key with the "accidental" help of my girlfriend—I won't go into details here. Successfully completing the first step made me incredibly excited. Before officially implementing the second step, having obtained the key, I secretly broke into their room several times when they weren't there. I called this "infiltration operation," partly to spy on their living environment and partly to survey the layout in order to install the equipment.
Their room didn't seem much different from ours: a basic layout of a bed, a wooden wardrobe, a desk, and two chairs—the standard layout provided by the company. However, due to space constraints, the bed was pressed against the wooden wall, which is why they made so much noise when they had sex. There was also a trash can in one corner of the room. I specifically mentioned this trash can because, besides everyday household garbage, its contents were often extremely obscene. There were used condoms (stains of Ah Ling's vaginal fluid, containing Ah Xiong's semen), tissues used to wipe away vaginal fluid, sometimes with faint red stains, presumably from when they had sex shortly after Ah Ling's period ended. Sometimes there were also one or two used sanitary napkins. Personally, I'm not only uninterested in this, but also somewhat disgusted, so I won't describe it further. In another corner of the room was a plastic bucket and a washbasin. The bucket contained their clothes to be washed. Like the trash can, the underwear inside often had Ah Ling's vaginal discharge or traces of their lovemaking on it. It's worth mentioning that the smell of Ah Ling's vaginal fluid was quite different from my girlfriend's. Perhaps I'm more used to my girlfriend's scent, so Ah Ling's smelled more unpleasant; she seemed a bit smellier and more pungent than my girlfriend. Like us, they also frequently didn't make their beds. Almost every time I sneaked in, their sheets were in disarray, often still smelling of gunpowder from a fierce battle.
The wardrobe and drawers were two other important places I frequently checked. Both were actually locked, but once I was inside, finding the keys to the other places wasn't difficult. Their wardrobe contained their clothes, the most eye-catching of which was a set of sexy lingerie belonging to Ah Ling. Her panties had an open crotch and her bra had an opening, made of semi-transparent pink fabric—it looked extremely lewd, and even more so when she wore it, though I couldn't see it. I was amazed they had the audacity to buy such an outfit. I had examined Ah Ling's panties one by one, carefully looking at the crotch area. Like my girlfriend's, the panties had been used for some time, and the area where they touched her vulva was mostly stained a yellowish-white by vaginal discharge. The drawers were also quite interesting. In one drawer, there were sanitary napkins, condoms, "Jieeryin" feminine wash, and other adult products, with a small brocade box at the very back. Opening the brocade box, I found a wad of tissues inside. Gently removing it, I unfolded it and saw large patches of dried brown blood, along with traces of dried, gelatinous liquid, and several curly hairs clinging to it. Why would they treasure this bloodstained tissue so carefully? After a moment, I realized it was probably Ah Ling's virginity. These two perverts had even smeared their pubic hairs with semen and vaginal fluids on it as a souvenir.
During the subsequent intrusion, I brought a digital camera and photographed all of their "evidence." The biggest challenge I faced was keeping everything largely in place throughout the intrusion, without leaving any obvious traces. If this were discovered, the consequences would be extremely serious! For this reason, I even bought several pairs of thin plastic gloves, hehe!
But none of that was my main concern. I needed to find a place to place a listening device—one that could clearly pick up sound while remaining well-hidden and difficult to detect. Actually, while scouting the terrain, I had already bought a wireless listening device, quite expensive, costing me over 800 yuan. It was a small black device, slightly larger than an adult male's thumb, powered by a single button battery, using the FM band, with a receiving radius of 7 or 8 meters.
After comprehensive analysis, I decided to install the listening device under their wardrobe. This had two advantages: first, it was well-concealed; no one would frequently check the bottom of their wardrobe unless they were a secret agent; second, sound is generally clearer closer to the ground, basically guaranteeing good reception. Soon, everything was installed. I used a Sony Walkman with radio and recording functions to test it during normal times (i.e., when they weren't having sex), and the effect was excellent, like having my ear in their room. I also bought several 90-minute cassette tapes, intending to record them during their sex. Of course, eavesdropping and recording other people's private affairs is both illegal and morally wrong, so I didn't dare tell my girlfriend about these last two steps. Ah Ling and the others seemed completely unaware of my actions. Sometimes when we bumped into each other, we'd greet each other and chat as usual. The four of us even went out to eat together. Looking at them, especially Ah Xiong's refined manners, I couldn't help but feel a strange urge in my eyes. Humans are, after all, animals!
Actually, what I heard later was roughly the same as before, only easier to record, with much better clarity and added details like sounds of physical impact. Looking back now, just for those few years in the dorm, I feel that my two years there weren't wasted!

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