Piano Girl

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Everyone harbors a beast within, and reason is the shackle that restrains it. Once those shackles are broken, those who succumb to lust are often the most terrifying. A gentle evening breeze brushed my cheeks, and the sliver of night lifted in the wind seemed like the tender whispers of an angel, lingering in my ears.

I'm already twenty-eight, and I still haven't found someone I like. I don't know why, but since childhood I've had a special desire for beautiful women in long boots. For a time, I would follow women wearing long boots and secretly steal the boots they left unattended at their doorways. It wasn't that I didn't want to pursue this desire further; it's just that back then I was just a student, and I didn't have enough courage. This strange hobby stopped when I was in junior high school because my parents discovered my collection of beautiful women's boots, which I had kept for years. Naturally, I received a severe scolding and was forced to throw away all the boots I had collected. I was heartbroken, but I didn't dare disobey my parents; after all, they were the ones who gave me life and raised me. For their sake, I never stole beautiful women's boots again after high school. However, it was like a wild beast trapped in chains for years—it only grew more insatiable. Three days ago, my parents were walking down the street when they were hit and killed by an oncoming truck. The truck driver fled the scene. I was saddened by their deaths, but also felt a sense of relief. My feelings were conflicted, so I went to the university I graduated from years ago to clear my head. Actually, I had a premonition that the beast within me was about to be unleashed.

Not far away, a series of mixed piano sounds drifted from behind. The music hall and computer center faced each other across the lake. The first and second floors of the hall had no practice rooms, only practice rooms.

If it weren't for that glimpse of this girl, everything that followed would likely have been very different. Through the light streaming from the music hall, I had the luxury of observing her closely. Long, flowing hair cascaded over her rosy cheeks, framing her delicate, oval face. A pair of misty, clear eyes gently swept across the cold night sky. Her full lips radiated warmth. Elegant white high-heeled boots moved with measured steps under the dazzling starry sky. A dark, thick coat tightly concealed her slender figure. In her right hand, she carried a purple handbag and several sheet music books, her right wrist revealing a silver bracelet that reflected the starlight and sighed in the corner of the night. Around her neck was a delicate pink scarf—long and fine, its ends draped over her right shoulder, exuding a subtle softness.

I stood in the shadows, silently watching the girl enter the music hall.

After 7 PM, the school music hall had a rule for entry: students wishing to practice must leave their student ID and fill in their desired practice room number at the entrance. This was for security reasons, filtering out those entering the hall.

A small table sat behind the glass door, where a short-haired girl sat listlessly eating her boxed lunch; she was clearly the student on duty that night, responsible for controlling entry and exit.

The long-haired girl, her back to me, entered through the glass door, then turned slightly to the left to face the registration desk. She leaned forward, raised the hand facing me, and quickly wrote on the table for a moment before putting down her bag, taking out her wallet from her coat, handing over a piece of paper, and turning to walk into the building.

An impulse surged within me to follow her, but—but I'm never a reckless or foolish person; everything should proceed according to plan.

I waited at the entrance of the music hall. The long hours passed. She left at 9:15; it was Tuesday.

The night after I first met that girl, I arrived at the lake at 7:30, lingering in the shadows, but to my disappointment, I watched as the music hall doors closed at 9:30, my hope extinguished, as if the music itself had been shut out. Thursday night, I went again full of hope, but returned disappointed.

However, some things, if you persist, will eventually come to pass. That same Friday evening at eight o'clock, her beautiful figure appeared again, passing before me like a dream, and then leaving a few minutes after nine. For the next week, I conducted the same observation and came to a preliminary conclusion: she seemed to consistently practice at the music hall every Tuesday and Friday evening from eight to nine o'clock, a pattern that had lasted for at least two consecutive weeks. These four observations always gave me an urge to follow her to her practice room and make a move, but I continued to restrain myself until I was fully prepared. On

the third Tuesday evening, I leaned against a rock by the lake, pondering whether I should make a move when she appeared again. If I pretended to be going to practice as well, I could have a chance to find her practice room.

A familiar figure came into view, but this time she was sitting behind a girl on a bicycle. When the girl stopped, she jumped off, and it seemed

she had some difficulty with her right leg. I quickly moved closer, hiding behind a tree only ten meters away, to eavesdrop.

"Wenwen, I really can't believe you came to practice the piano with a twisted leg! Wearing those high heels up the stairs is so easy to twist your ankle. I've twisted my ankle wearing high heels before, and I told you, but you just wouldn't listen," the girl complained.

"Xiao Ai, it's all my fault. I'll listen to you next time. Could you please bring me to practice today? Otherwise, my foot would be killing me if I walked all this way alone," she said apologetically in her soft voice.

"Alright, alright, we're good friends, right? I'll come pick you up at 9 o'clock. I'll be waiting at the entrance then, see you there! Hurry up and go in," the girl said with a cheerful laugh. "

Thank you, I'm going in now. Goodbye, Xiao Ai," she said goodbye to her friend and turned into the music hall.

Wenwen, what a nice name, it suits her perfectly. I finally know her name; my plan can be put into action.

She left her student ID at the registration desk, wrote down the practice room number, and turned to leave. I walked into the music hall as if nothing had happened. The girl on duty glanced at me before lowering her head to continue reading her book. It seemed my disguise was quite effective and hadn't aroused suspicion. I took out my forged student ID and photo to register. Actually, this kind of check wasn't very strict; although the face in the photo didn't look much like me, the short-haired girl didn't notice at all. I randomly filled in a practice room number, my eyes scanning the paper for names. I found "Liu Wenwen's" private practice room, number 136. Perfect! The first half of the first floor of the music building was for non-music students, while the second half was reserved for music majors specializing in piano. That meant she was the only one practicing in that room.

I slowly walked to practice room 136, grasped the doorknob, turned it, and gently pushed the door. The door wasn't closed—she was so careless! I took a blue "Do Not Disturb" sign from my bag and hung it on the doorknob. This was a replica of the practice room's "Do Not Disturb" sign; it was indistinguishable from the real thing without close inspection.

I took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went in. Liu Wenwen was sitting on the stool in front of the piano, one of her legs, clad in tight trousers, straddling it, her hands massaging her bare ankles. An elegant black boot and a white sock lay on the carpet beside her. My intrusion startled her; she hurriedly grabbed the boot and put it on.

"Excuse me, student, the piano strings in room 136 are faulty. The music school teacher just called and asked me to come here to fix it," I said, reciting a prepared lie as I closed and locked the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Should I change rooms?" Liu Wenwen asked shyly, her head bowed.

"No need, I can fix it in a few minutes. Please sit down, I'll get it done right away," I said, walking to the piano and pretending to fiddle with it.

"Thank you so much," Liu Wenwen said, blushing, picking up the sock beside her, unsure whether to put it on.

"You often practice here, right? I see you here all the time."

"Yes, I practice here every Tuesday and Friday evening."

"Judging by your appearance, you must be at a professional level. Have you won any awards?"

"Just average, I've only placed in the rankings, nothing special. I'd like to participate in the city's piano competition in a month."

"Great! Are you a student at this school?"

"No, I'm from Xiangyang University. I'm just here to practice the piano."

"Oh, I see. You're so pretty, you must have many admirers, right? Do you have a boyfriend?" "Ah? I—no—." Her expression began to show panic, wondering why this stranger was asking her these questions.

"Excuse me, you've sprained your ankle, haven't you? Let me massage it for you. I've studied treating sprains and bruises."

Taking advantage of the situation, I suddenly bent down, grabbed Liu Wenwen's right foot, and easily removed her boot.

The boot had simply been slipped on her foot without being zipped up, and I easily pulled it off her delicate foot. Based on my years of experience collecting boots, I could tell at a glance that these were synthetic leather boots, known for their vibrant colors. This synthetic material is highly regarded for its color and softness; it's a superior combination. The downside is that some parts of the fabric aren't very breathable or durable.

I've always enjoyed touching beautiful women's boots, but at this moment, I was more interested in Liu Wenwen's slender, snow-white, adorable feet. Before she could even pull her little foot back, I had already grabbed her ankle. The delicate fragrance of a young girl's feet mixed with the scent of leather filled my nostrils, intoxicating me. Her little feet were arguably the most beautiful I had ever seen. Size 37, the skin was fair and delicate, almost translucent, perfectly proportioned. The slightly raised arch formed a smooth slope, and ten adorable toes of harmonious size were neatly arranged, their tips forming a smooth semi-circle. Her toenails, smooth as shattered jade, were unpainted, their natural beauty as pure and flawless as her appearance. The prominent, rounded ankle bone and strong, muscular Achilles tendon contrasted sharply with her slender ankle, creating a unique and charming effect. Her instep was full and rounded, and under the light, it made her perfectly proportioned foot even more beautiful and alluring, though her ankle was slightly red and swollen. A gentle caress felt like touching a piece of satin.

I couldn't resist any longer; such perfect feet were in my hands, how could I let them go? Regardless of her objections, I pressed my nose against her foot and frantically sucked the sweat from its sole.

"You—what are you doing—let go—I'm going to call for help!" Liu Wenwen snapped out of her shock and began to warn me, trying desperately to pull her foot back. But I couldn't let her succeed; the soundproofing in these rooms was excellent, and even if she screamed her lungs out, no one would know what was happening.

The beast within me was swelling, the shackles becoming increasingly difficult to control, but I still tried my best to quell its primal instincts.

"Wenwen, be my girlfriend. You're the most beautiful and pure girl I've ever met. I'll bring you happiness." I held her delicate feet in my hands and rubbed them against my face. This was truly the happiest moment of my life.

"Get away!" With Liu Wenwen's sharp cry, a sharp pain in my chest brought me back to reality. Liu Wenwen kicked me hard in the chest with her left foot, clad in a long boot. Caught off guard, I was knocked to the ground.

"You pervert! My dad's a policeman! I'll have him arrest you and put you in jail!" The lovely girl was now furious, her face turning pale. Although she was naturally gentle, she had been pampered since childhood. Who dared to molest her feet like that? She picked up her boot, stepped over me, and rushed towards the door.

It was over. Liu Wenwen didn't know that with that merciless kick, she had completely broken the cage that imprisoned the wild beast. At that moment, I was no longer myself; I was the beast, a beast imprisoned for twenty-eight years, freed.

Liu Wenwen felt a sudden tightness in her left ankle and fell forward, her large breasts slamming heavily against the ground with a loud thud.

Before she could react, I was already sitting on her back, grabbing her left knee with one hand and her left foot, clad in a boot, with the other, and twisting it forcefully.

"Ouch—it hurts—stop—" Liu Wenwen screamed in agony, as if her left leg had been broken. Anyone would feel sorry for her, but at that moment I was a beast without humanity. I pulled hard several times but still couldn't pull off her boot. I felt the zipper next to the boot shaft and realized I'd been out of my mind. How could I get the boot off without unzipping it and screaming? I gripped the zipper and pulled hard, then yanked it off, pulling down Liu Wenwen's left boot. Then her lovely white socks were stripped from her delicate feet, leaving them completely in my grasp. I stood up and dragged her by her feet to the piano. Although she struggled desperately, the pain in her left leg quickly robbed her of the strength to resist, leaving her helpless.

With a "thud," I slammed her entire body onto the piano. Liu Wenwen opened her mouth wide but couldn't utter a sound, clearly in extreme pain. I moved her buttocks onto the piano keys, and a series of strange piano notes filled the music room.

She struggled desperately, but I immediately retaliated with two slaps. She gave up resisting, crying and begging me not to kill her. I nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Before she could react, I lunged forward and strangled her with my arm. Because of the pressure on her neck, she could only let out soft screams, and then she couldn't help but sob as she pulled her shirt open, revealing her bra.

I pulled her scarf off—I ripped the scarf off her collar, and then began to strip off her shirt.

It seemed the loose, comfortable shirt concealed Liu Wenwen's true bust size; as she resisted, I could see the white lace bra barely supporting her breasts—the shirt was off, and then I ripped the bra off in one go. Liu Wenwen screamed and tried to escape, but I grabbed her tight pants and pulled them down, causing her to trip. Her

white cotton panties were also pulled down, revealing black, silky pubic hair.

I leaned closer to Liu Wenwen, pressing down on her with one hand and loosening my pants with the other. I forcefully spread Liu Wenwen's legs and squeezed myself between them—Mingmei, sitting nearby, could glimpse my long, hard member—and when I suddenly pounced on Liu Wenwen, she screamed. As she twisted and tried to get away, I repeatedly thrust into her. Her bare legs kicked in the air—at this moment, her completely naked body was fully revealed before me. It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight. The curves of her delicate body were exquisitely beautiful, leaving one in awe. Her skin was as smooth as cream, white and flawless. Her breasts were as white as jade, full and firm, seemingly about to burst with a touch. Beneath the tender skin, one could almost see the tiny blue veins. The beautiful spheres of her breasts shimmered alluringly under the light, and two pink, perky nipples playfully protruded from their tender white tips, with pale pink areolas neatly surrounding them. This accentuated the infinite sensual allure of her breasts. Her smooth back was as fine as silk, her slender waist delicate, her round and full buttocks rounded and full, and her pair of mouthwatering white and tender thighs.

This sent my mind into a state of near-madness. I slammed her down onto the piano, my hands tightly enveloping hers. I bit down on her beautiful breast, my tongue teasing her nipple, and my teeth tearing at her tender flesh.

"No—" she screamed in agony, her eyes rolling back in her head. My penis met an obstacle but quickly broke through, a thin line of blood trickling down her bare thigh.

Her fingernails scratched my back, the pain revealing countless bloody welts.

Her seductive moans, mingling with the distorted sounds of her hips rolling on the keys, were like celestial music to my ears. I don't know how long I fucked her, constantly changing our positions. With a shout, I ejaculated a large amount of thick semen, the hot fluid bursting through her cervix. I let out a satisfied sigh. Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman lying lifeless on the piano, a powerful urge to destroy surged within me.

At this moment, I reached out and lifted her long, slender, fair legs, pulling her beautiful feet close to my eyes, admiring them carefully. They were so beautiful. I couldn't help but gently kiss and lick their tender white skin with my tongue, sucking on their adorable toes, while carefully playing with the beautiful feet of this stunning beauty.

“Confess—confess—you—you can’t escape—the law’s punishment—I won’t be your—girlfriend!” Liu Wenwen, already awake, struggled to sit up.

As I moved my hand, which was holding her pink scarf, to her neck, she continued to twist and push herself away from me. She screamed again and tried even harder to break free, but I held her down so I could wrap the scarf around her neck—and then I started to tighten it.

Her screams immediately stopped—or rather, turned into weak moans. As I pulled the scarf hard, it dug deep into her neck, and Liu Wenwen desperately shook her head back and forth, her shiny black hair flying in the air.

As Liu Wenwen’s body was pulled forward, she opened her mouth wide, trying to inhale—she struggled and kicked with tears streaming down her face, which had some effect at first—but as she fell into a state of oxygen deprivation, her movements became unconscious and erratic. She arched her back and punched me. Her heartbeat became erratic, pounding irregularly in pain and agony. Then everything in her body began to crumble as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her, her body making one last desperate attempt to break free from an intense spasm. All her muscles tensed and convulsed once more—she vaguely realized I was letting out an animalistic cry. Her bladder completely relaxed, and a warm, pale yellow stream of urine flowed between her legs, landing on the piano, down the keys, and onto the carpet.

Her arms flared aimlessly for a moment, then collapsed onto the piano. A gleaming silver bracelet fell from her arm. Her chin closed slightly, and I saw Liu Wenwen's swollen tongue protruding between her teeth. Her legs stopped kicking and bent on the piano as I continued to pull her forward—her lips clamped around her protruding tongue. Then, a series of intense spasms swept through her body, gradually weakening—until all the spasms stopped at once. I cried out as I collapsed onto her—frantically sucking on Liu Wenwen's breasts, then switching sides.

She stared blankly ahead, her eyes bulging. Her arms were dangling at her sides, her legs bent, knees spread wide, soles almost touching. A swollen, dark tongue protruded from between her lips, and drops of urine from her incontinence before death still dripped from the piano.

I glanced at my watch; it was 8:57. I calmed myself, quickly tidied up, picked up Liu Wenwen's underwear, bra, silver bracelet, and those sexy white boots and cute white socks, and put them in my handbag. The boots were too cramped; I had to fold them up. I glanced one last time at the beautiful woman's lifeless body lying on the piano, then closed the door and left.

The short-haired female student at the door was still looking down at her book, completely unaware of my departure. After walking out the door, I saw Liu Wenwen's classmate waiting there; she had come to take her home. Unfortunately, when I saw her again, she was already a corpse.

I sat on the soft grass, leaning against a large, square rock, my gaze fixed on the lake reflecting the twinkling stars.

The lake's reflection, stirred by the evening breeze, mingled with countless ripples, creating a warm, trembling image. The white buildings reflected in the water resembled a woman in a thin white dress, shivering in the winter chill, her delicate form evading the biting wind with the most alluring posture. Gazing at the woman's swaying body, my gaze began to wander, then, like the stirring of ripples in love, a hazy veil descended before my eyes.

I wiped the coldness from the corner of my eye. Farewell, my goddess. This is the only way I can ensure you will never abandon me.

The beast has been unleashed; even the city's most beautiful woman in boots has experienced a terrible nightmare.

[The End]

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