Rape of Yonghua

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In college, I met many different kinds of girls. Besides Xiao Yao, whom I dated for three years, the one who left the deepest impression on me was Ma Yonghua.

Yonghua was a girl in a different department from me in our college. Her height was my ideal height, 168cm (I'm not short myself), and her figure, while not perfect, was also ideal. Most importantly, Yonghua had a face that perfectly matched my aesthetic—big, watery eyes, fair skin, flowing long hair…and her smile was like an angel's. I liked her the moment I saw her.

Unfortunately, Yonghua and I had very little interaction, almost none. I'm rather lazy and rarely participate in club activities, so my social circle was quite narrow. Therefore, throughout college, although I had a deep impression of Yonghua, I never truly got to know her.

The only time we had some interaction was through Weibo, which was very popular at the time. There's no privacy on Weibo; everyone can see everything you post. Back then, in our university circle, everyone frequently shared Weibo posts, so I quickly found Yonghua's Weibo account and followed her. Yonghua followed me back shortly after, though it wasn't very useful since we didn't chat, but it was still a sort of "online friend."

Another time, in a computer class—a cross-department class—I happened to be in the same class as Yonghua. Luckily, she sat right next to me that day! The funny thing is, I only realized this after class; I hadn't even noticed my dream girl sitting next to me during class, missing a golden opportunity.

The most meaningful interaction was when I was having dinner with a friend who knew Yonghua. Somehow, we started talking about her. My friend mentioned she had recently broken up, and this was a great opportunity to get to know her. He also happened to have her WeChat and offered to introduce me. Although I was still dating Xiaoyao at the time, I certainly wouldn't let such a rare opportunity pass me by.

I sent Yonghua a friend request on WeChat, not really confident I'd get through, but luckily she did, and I finally got to truly meet my goddess. I briefly introduced myself and started chatting with Yonghua. Although Yonghua was a goddess-level beauty, she was genuinely warm and approachable, not at all aloof. While our conversation wasn't particularly heated, we seemed to have developed a mutual attraction. However, at that age, I was very loyal; I felt incredibly guilty for doing something to Xiaoyao. If I were still single, I would definitely have pursued Yonghua relentlessly. So, although we added each other on WeChat and chatted, nothing good came of it, and we eventually lost contact.

After graduating from university, Yonghua and I went our separate ways. She went to work for a large company, and her career seemed to be going well. As for myself, although I also got a good job after graduation, I resigned for personal reasons and was unemployed for almost a year. When

you're idle, you naturally start to overthink. During my unemployment, I kept thinking about Yonghua from university (Xiaoyao and I had already broken up by then), her goddess-like beauty, her perfect figure. The more I thought about it, the more likely I was to go astray. Ultimately, I made an evil decision.

I spent a day preparing, packing some clothes and necessary tools, and went to Yonghua's city.

Although I hadn't contacted Yonghua for a long time, I often saw her posting about work and life on her social media. After some simple deduction and research, I found Yonghua's workplace. Yonghua was indeed a career woman, and given that this was a big city, her workplace was much more upscale than others. I walked around the building twice, basically familiarizing myself with the locations of several entrances and exits. I chose the entrance that Yonghua was most likely to pass by and waited there. The

biggest problem now was that this approach might be ineffective: first, I might have chosen the wrong entrance, as Yonghua wouldn't even pass by there; second, I didn't know Yonghua's closing time, and she might be working overtime; third, the building has an underground parking garage, and Yingying might have driven herself (but this was the least likely, given how congested traffic is these days, most people would choose to take the subway); fourth, if there were too many people leaving work, I might not see her and miss her; finally, I might even have misjudged Yonghua's workplace. Thinking about these problems, the more I thought about it, the less confident I became, but since I had already made the decision, I wouldn't give up until I had given it my all.

On the first day of my stakeout, I went through several rush hours but still didn't see Yonghua. There was just too much information; I had to carefully observe everyone who passed by. My eyesight couldn't keep up, and during rush hour, I would inevitably miss some people. There was nothing I could do but make up for it with time, constantly trying. I couldn't possibly miss Yonghua every time.

The second, third, and fourth days of my stakeout... still no Yonghua. Although I had initially vowed to persevere until I succeeded, the passage of time and the torment of the unknown severely damaged my confidence, and I almost gave up. Until the fifth day, a familiar figure appeared, one I hadn't seen in a long time.

It was time to leave work, and several girls slowly walked out of the door. My eyes scanned them, and I spotted Yonghua immediately—Yonghua was so easy to recognize. She was taller than the average girl and had a special kind of charm. Now, Yonghua possessed a mature professional air, leaving a lasting impression on everyone. My heart immediately calmed down; my efforts over the past few days had finally paid off.

I followed Yonghua from a distance. Although Yonghua and I didn't really get to know each other during university, our social circles are relatively small, so the chances of bumping into each other were quite high, and there was still a small chance we'd recognize each other. Yonghua and a few colleagues walked towards the subway station, then parted ways at the entrance, leaving Yonghua alone on the subway.

"I hope she's going home now..." I thought to myself. I desperately needed to know where she lived so I could stake out her home instead of her workplace every day. Yonghua stood in front of the subway doors waiting for the train, and I was two carriages away from her, pretending to be on my phone, but actually watching her the whole time. The subway arrived, and thankfully it wasn't too crowded today, otherwise I would have easily lost her.

Ten minutes later, we finally arrived at a station, and Yonghua got off. I followed her off, maintaining a safe distance. After exiting the station, I saw that the surrounding area was full of residential buildings, so it must be a residential area, leading me to guess that Yonghua was going home. Yonghua walked alone along the sidewalk, and I followed behind. Looking at Yonghua's alluring figure, my penis was already starting to react. Finally, we arrived at a residential complex. Yonghua took out her access card to open the gate, and I panicked—how was I supposed to get in? If I was late, I'd fall behind Yonghua, but I didn't dare follow too closely. Luckily, I was fortunate; a few seconds later, someone else entered, and I immediately followed, "slipping through" the gate to get into the complex.

Using the trees and decorations in the complex as cover, I continued to follow Yonghua. When we reached building 13, Yonghua slowed down and headed towards the elevator—I knew she must live in this building. But here was the problem: how did I know which floor she lived on? Unless I went into the elevator with her, but that was too risky. Just as I was worrying, I saw Yonghua not go into the elevator, but instead walk to the fire escape, open the fire door, and head straight up. Was she going to take the stairs? That made sense; nowadays, girls like to be slim, and taking the stairs is a form of exercise. I immediately followed her and gently opened the door again.

Yonghua's high heels echoed throughout the stairwell, making it easy for me to determine which floor she was on. I followed her from about two floors away, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Around the sixth floor, I heard Yonghua open and close a door. I quickened my pace, confirming that she lived on the sixth floor; her delicate perfume lingered there. When I opened the door again, Yonghua was gone; she had entered her apartment. But I no longer needed to know exactly which apartment she lived in.

I returned to the fire escape, walked up and down, and observed the area—there were no security cameras, so I wouldn't be caught following Yonghua. The stairwell lights were the manual type, automatically turning off after a few seconds. I went back to the sixth floor and looked around again. I noticed a door in the stairwell that could be opened. Inside was a small tool room of only two or three square meters, containing some scattered cleaning tools. I thought to myself, could this be the place I'm trying to achieve my goal?

But there were still many things to confirm: Did Yonghua frequently use the fire escape? Did other people often use the stairs? How often did the cleaning lady go to the tool room? I had to verify each of these. To prevent Yonghua from suddenly entering the fire escape, I sat on the stairs between the sixth and a half and seventh floors, waiting quietly for three hours.

During those three hours, no one came in (after all, not everyone likes exercise), and there was no cleaning lady either; I was alone and bored for three hours, but the result of this boredom was good for me. Then I returned to the hotel.

The next morning, I came back early, entered the community using the same method, and waited outside Building 13. Several people came out of the elevator one after another, but I didn't see Yonghua. After waiting for half an hour, I finally saw her—she came out of the fire escape again. This basically confirmed that Yonghua used the stairs every day, which suited my intentions perfectly.

I didn't continue to follow Yonghua on her way to work; instead, I went to the stairs, went up to the sixth floor, and entered the tool room again. I took out my phone, opened a music app, randomly selected a song, turned the volume up to the maximum, then put the phone down, went outside, and closed the tool shed door. The music immediately became much quieter. I walked downstairs, and after just one floor, I couldn't hear the music at all. I think almost everyone understands the purpose of doing this. I stayed in the stairwell for another two hours, and still no one came in, so I returned to the hotel.

I was about to carry out the final operation. Based on Yonghua's work schedule yesterday, I returned to the apartment complex early and waited quietly in the tool shed on the fire escape staircase. An hour later, I heard that familiar sound of a door opening and the sound of high heels. My heart started pounding. The sound of high heels on the stairs grew closer and louder, and my heart beat faster and faster.

"This is it." I hid behind the tool shed door. Hearing the footsteps approach, I lunged forward, covered Yonghua's mouth with my left hand, grabbed her neck with my right, and with all my might, pulled her into the tool shed. I slammed my body against the door, closing it shut, and we both fell to the ground.

Yonghua let out a loud "Ah!" and struggled continuously, grabbing my right hand with both hands and kicking her legs wildly in the air. Because the tool room was small, she kept kicking the cleaning tools, making a lot of noise. My right hand was still tightly gripping Yonghua's neck, leaving her only a little room to breathe, and I pressed my legs down on top of hers to reduce her struggle. But girls have such a strong will to survive in this situation. Even when I felt tired, Yonghua was still struggling and screaming. At this point, I took out my trump card, pulled out the knife I had prepared, and held the blade to Yonghua's face, letting her feel the merciless coldness: "If you move again, I'll cut your face with this knife!"

These words seemed to hit Yonghua's sore spot immediately, and she stopped kicking after a couple more times. As long as Yonghua stopped struggling, everything would be fine. I threatened Yonghua, "Remember, I have a knife. If you move or scream again, your face will be gone, and I might even kill you." Then I took out a rope I'd prepared and tied Yonghua's hands. I also took out some cloth and stuffed it into her mouth to stop her from screaming. I switched hands, using my left hand to hold her neck and my right hand to touch her breasts, gently kneading them through her bra. Yonghua made a soft "hmm" sound and moved slightly in resistance, but remembering what I'd just said, she stopped.

I slipped my hand inside Yonghua's clothes, directly into her bra, and touched her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, probably a B cup, but they felt very soft and had a wonderful texture. Her nipples weren't large either, and although they were being violated, they still hardened after a little stimulation. I really didn't want to let go of those breasts. After kneading them for about five minutes, I took off Yonghua's bra and started kneading them with both hands. Combined with the light scent of her perfume, the feeling was heavenly.

I guessed Yonghua probably hoped it would end there, but that was impossible. I freed one hand and began to touch Yonghua's thigh; she wasn't wearing stockings today. I moved my hand up her thigh, but before I reached her crotch, Yonghua violently resisted again, crying out for help. I had no choice but to pick up the knife again and hold it to her face, this time deliberately scraping it a few times, threatening, "Don't move! Have you forgotten the knife? I'll kill you!" Yonghua stopped moving, followed by sobs—she knew resistance was futile; the reality was she was about to be raped.

Completely giving up resistance, Yonghua allowed my hand to touch her most precious place. A goddess is indeed a goddess; even her underwear was exceptional. Through her underwear, I touched the place I had always dreamed of, then reached inside to touch her private parts. Yonghua's private parts were soft; although there was no vaginal fluid, I could still feel a dampness emanating from them. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled down Yonghua's skirt. She still struggled a little, but she had no strength left.

Then I took off Yonghua's panties and my own pants and underwear, my penis already eager. I pressed the head of my penis against Yonghua's vaginal opening. Yonghua sobbed and made some sounds as if she was speaking.

I asked, "Do you have something to say?" She nodded.

"Then remember I have a knife, don't scream!" She nodded again.

I took the cloth out of Yonghua's mouth, and saw that her face was full of tears, but this only fueled my animalistic desires. Yonghua cried and said, "Put...put on a condom...please..." I hadn't prepared any condoms for this operation. I not only wanted no condoms, but also to ejaculate inside her, to get Yingying pregnant with my child. Besides, I knew that Yonghua was no longer a virgin; she had dated several boyfriends during college and was essentially a slut; it was impossible for her not to have sex even once.

"I don't have a condom, and I won't be using one today. Accept reality."

"No...no...please..."

After saying that, Yonghua cried, but not loudly, and she didn't resist anymore. She knew that her resistance couldn't change the fact that was about to happen. I spat on my penis as lubricant and pressed it against Yonghua's vaginal opening again. Because she was being raped, Yonghua's vagina was dry, and even with the help of saliva, my penis could barely penetrate. I had to rub it around outside a few times before slowly entering.

Although I was raping Yonghua, considering she was no longer resisting, I tried to be considerate of her feelings and didn't penetrate her too quickly and hurt her. My penis moved along the opening little by little, pulling out and then going in again. After a few times, Yonghua seemed to have produced some lubrication, and it seemed much easier. Finally, I inserted my entire penis into Yonghua's vagina, the glans pressing against her cervix, and Yonghua cried out.

Although Yonghua may have been with several men before, her vagina was still quite tight, and my penis felt a suction force pulling it inward. The goddess of my dreams was now beneath me, suffering the greatest humiliation of her life. Hearing Yonghua's cries, I felt a pang of heartache, yet it only fueled my desire. My penis grew harder inside her vagina. I began small, rhythmic thrusts, and Yonghua cried out again, her voice trembling with sobs.

After only a short while, I could clearly feel the vaginal fluids flowing from her. The friction between our genitals was becoming increasingly smooth and slippery. Yonghua was still crying, and perhaps that was indeed the case; a woman's psychological resistance couldn't mask her physical reaction to stimulation. I continued my release, gradually increasing the amplitude and intensity, until there was virtually no resistance.

In this tense and stimulating environment, I soon felt the urge to ejaculate, breathing heavily as I thrust.

Yonghua, being an experienced woman, knew what was going on as soon as she heard that sound. She immediately cried and begged, "No... pull it out... don't ejaculate inside... please..." But I wouldn't listen. Instead, her pleas sped me up. In less than ten seconds, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I let out a powerful "Ah!" as I ejaculated all the semen I'd accumulated over the past two weeks into Yonghua's uterus. It lasted for over ten seconds, filling her entire uterus. That feeling is something a man can never forget; even normal intercourse with internal ejaculation can't give you that sensation.

Yonghua knew I had mercilessly ejaculated inside her, and her face contorted as she cried loudly. Afraid of being heard, I covered her mouth with my hand, telling her to be quiet. My penis remained hard for several minutes after ejaculating, not withdrawing from Yonghua's vagina, continuing to savor the warmth inside. Finally, it softened and slipped out on its own. I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped dozens of photos of Yonghua's genitals, from the large amount of semen flowing from her vaginal opening to the ground spreading outwards. Now I could truly see Yonghua's private parts clearly; even after being penetrated, they were still very pink and tender—no wonder they were so tight.

Then I stood up; Yonghua was still lying on the ground crying. After pulling up my pants, I continued taking photos of Yonghua's entire body, capturing her appearance after my violation as a souvenir. Not only that, but this also had another purpose.

“The facts are clear. I have photos of you being raped, I know where you work, and I even know where you live. I've arranged everything. You can call the police anytime. In the end, your nude photos will be seen by everyone, everyone will know you were raped, or something will happen to your family. Don't blame me.”

Yonghua then let out a desperate cry, not loud, but enough to make me understand that her words were effective. My goal had been achieved, and I shouldn't linger here. Before leaving, I took Yonghua's underwear as a souvenir. After leaving the tool shed, I tidied myself up and left like a normal person.

For a long time afterward, no police contacted me, and I knew that Yonghua had finally listened to me. I reflected on this experience; though arduous, it had been rewarding. Almost every day, I would take out the photos of Yonghua after she was ejaculated inside me, hold her used underwear, stained with her vaginal secretions from the day, and masturbate while reminiscing about it. I masturbated at least twenty times in total.

I tested it, and Yonghua hasn't deleted me from her WeChat account, which means she doesn't know that the person who raped her was her WeChat friend. However, Yonghua hasn't updated her WeChat Moments since then, so I don't know how she's doing. Maybe she's even pregnant with my child. I'll try to find out more about her later.

[The End]

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