Midnight Pervert

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At nine o'clock in the evening, Mrs. Lin, thirty years old, went to take a shower. A man of about forty years old entered her room, turned off the main electrical switch, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Mrs. Lin, wrapped in a towel, groped her way to the switch. Suddenly, she smelled a strong odor. In her surprise, someone covered her face with a chloroform handkerchief, and she lost consciousness.

The lights came back on, and the unconscious Mrs. Lin collapsed onto the man. Her towel had fallen off during the struggle, revealing her snow-white skin and full figure.

The man picked her up. Seeing her delicate features and smooth skin, he couldn't resist kissing her face and lips, and immediately became aroused.

On the way to the bedroom, her full, rounded breasts swayed from side to side like waves of rice, instantly making his penis hard.

He tossed the young woman onto the bed, watching her fall as her long, thick hair flew through the air, covering her face and chest, making her appear mysterious and alluring. Especially captivating were her large breasts, which danced and leaped wildly until they came to a stop. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, when he parted them with his hands, revealed a mysterious opening, with pink nipples in the center.

Admiring her, he stripped off his clothes, knelt on the ground, caressed her thighs, and gently kissed her lips. He inserted his fingers into her mysterious opening, exploring for a while before withdrawing his damp fingers. He was already aroused and wanted to ejaculate, but he restrained himself. He then gently touched her nipples with his fingers, and the nipples miraculously hardened. He then grabbed her two large breasts with both hands; they were incredibly hot, and when he pushed them, they were both soft and hard.

He still gripped her breasts tightly, climbed on top of her, and his impatient penis automatically found its way into her warm, moist opening. He released her, as the opening wasn't moist enough, and his assault met with resistance. A slight pain appeared on her face; under the power of his drill, he had already penetrated a third of the way.

He pressed his hands on the bed, his body suspended in the air, and with the momentum of his downward thrust, he went straight for her, completely conquering her and planting the flag of victory.

In his boundless satisfaction, what excited him even more was her pair of large breasts, which bounced wildly a dozen times, as if she were awake, her face filled with panic, shyness, and excitement as she screamed, "You scared me to death! You're so naughty!" This was his imagination, yet it made her seem not like a mindless person, but rather as someone connected to him on a spiritual level.

He lifted her back with both hands, bringing her two large breasts even closer to him.

He thrust into her forcefully, watching her large breasts sway wildly within inches of him. Excited, he would occasionally suckle her breasts and kiss her lips passionately.

At the height of his frenzy, her large breasts bounced wildly, almost spilling out, and she seemed to moan softly. Unable to endure it any longer, he opened his blood-red mouth and bit the young woman's breasts, ejaculating upon her!

As he left her, he saw his teeth marks and bloodstains on one of her snow-white breasts, and his semen was flowing from her engorged pink vulva. After ransacking the house, he left, satisfied.

Two hours later, Mrs. Lin woke up, realizing she had been drugged and raped. Shocked and furious, she panicked. Before her husband returned, she hurriedly took a shower and tidied the messy room.

She hesitated, afraid to tell her husband, yet unwilling to accept the situation, so she hired a private investigator to investigate.

After being told about the incident, what she didn't understand was how the rapist could have entered the house since she had closed the door. The private investigator, Wang Zhicheng, thirty years old, pondered for a moment and concluded that she might have only closed the iron gate, leaving the wooden door slightly ajar. In that case, the rapist could have pushed open the wooden door, used a bent wire to pull the lock on the iron gate, entered the house, turned off the electricity, and then drugged her when she approached.

Mr. Wang and Mrs. Lin went inside to check and found a yellow cigarette butt under the bed in the bedroom. Upon learning that her husband didn't smoke, they assumed it was left by the thief and were very pleased.

Mrs. Lin also recalled something: the moment she was drugged near the electricity switch, although it was pitch black, she smelled the rapist's strong cigarette odor. Wang Zhicheng pondered, believing the thief must have been very familiar with her situation; otherwise, if her husband had been inside, he might have failed.

He first suspected Mrs. Lin's neighbors.

After several days of investigation, they found only four groups of people on the same floor, all young couples, and the men in three of these groups were all non-smokers.

Moreover, the incident occurred at 9 PM. One household hadn't returned home, and the other two were still awake. It was highly unlikely that a husband would dare to break into a neighbor's house and rape another woman while his wife was awake. Just as things seemed hopeless, two weeks later, at 1 AM, another incident of intrusion and assault against a female homeowner occurred in a unit on another floor of the same building.

The male homeowner, surnamed Zhou, was a 30-year-old real estate agent. That night was his wedding night, and he and his wife, Shufang, had a banquet at a restaurant, drinking heavily. Two relatives escorted the newlyweds home. The groom

fell asleep on the sofa after entering the house, while the 25-year-old bride lay on the bed, about 80-90% drunk.

Half an hour later, someone opened the door and entered the house. After observing the groom for a while, he went into the room, looked at the beautiful bride for a moment, closed the door, and undressed.

He began to undress her, first removing her high heels, then her skirt and underwear.

He stroked the bride's genitals with his hand, then lightly licked them with his tongue. Although the bride's eyes were closed, she was still somewhat conscious. When her genitals were touched, her legs trembled slightly, and soon she became wet. Her heels lightly brushed against the bed, and her flushed face became even more alluring. She gently bit her lip, and her hands, which were lying flat, clenched into fists.

He began to unbutton her clothes, one button, two buttons, three buttons, four buttons, until all were undone, revealing two ripe peaches splitting open.

He impatiently unhooked her bra, pulling it off, and a pair of mature, large breasts emerged, swaying. He immediately pressed down on her, and she opened her legs to meet him, her gently bitten lips revealing an eager smile.

He had found his target, and with a forceful thrust, he possessed her.

She shuddered violently, her wicked smile closing again, her biting lip tightening, and a hint of pleasure showing on her face.

As he thrust a second time, her upper body swayed, and her firm breasts bounced two or three times. She reached out to him, her small mouth opening like a hungry chick's, but he didn't kiss her. He simply continued thrusting into her, the movements gradually increasing in speed, causing her breathing to become rapid and labored, accompanied by low moans and groans.

Her face, already as red as the sunset, flushed even more intensely, as if about to explode.

When her firm, ball-like breasts bounced wildly until her nipples were no longer visible, her whole body stirred, her neck and face swaying from side to side, desperately craving his wild kisses.

But she was disappointed, moaning, "Ouch...oh...uh...harder...squeeze me!" Her two large, round, huge, firm, and flushed breasts bounced wildly.

He reached out with both hands to grab her, but missed. Her agitation and slippery sweat made it impossible for one hand to grasp her; she was too firm to squeeze. Her lower body, driven by her waist, was rising at a rate of two or three times per second, allowing him to press down hard, intensifying the friction and mutual pleasure. Her heels

then rubbed against the bed at a rate of four, five, five, six times per second.

"Ah... I'm going to die!" she tried to scream, but she was already seven or eight tenths drunk, and the pleasure had left her weak, so her screams turned into endlessly wanton moans!

But he still didn't kiss her; instead, he bit her breast, causing her to scream like a pig being slaughtered. He then kissed her lips, and as their lips met, she sensed something was wrong: his scent wasn't her husband's; it also had a strong smell of smoke.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head in terror, but she was also at the peak of her climax, too weak to struggle, and afraid that if she exposed him, he would kill her.

As a result, the climax made her still passionately kiss him, and reason made her struggle, but it was too late. His hand gripped her breast tightly, and he ejaculated into her.

She was like being executed, too terrified to move, or like being shot and falling to the ground, filled with fear and pain!

But because she was drunk, and their faces were so close, Mrs. Zhou couldn't see his face clearly at all! When she tried to open her eyes, he slapped her hard and she fainted. When she woke up

the next day, Mrs. Zhou realized that it wasn't a dream, that someone had really broken into her house and assaulted her, so she told her husband.

The couple were afraid of being ridiculed, so they didn't dare to call the police. Just a few days earlier, they had received a business card from private investigator Wang Zhiwei, so they asked him to investigate.

After recounting what had happened, Wang Zhiwei was overjoyed to hear that the rapist smelled of cigarette smoke. He went into the house to search and indeed found a cigarette butt, but he was a little disappointed. He initially thought that this pervert was the same person who had assaulted Mrs. Lin half a month earlier.

What puzzled Wang Zhicheng most was the two men who escorted Mr. Zhou home. They firmly believed they had locked the wooden door and iron gate before leaving, so the rapist must have used a key to open the door, but where did he get the lock? One thing was certain: since the rapist dared to enter the house, he must have known the homeowners were drunk.

How would he know? It was Mr. and Mrs. Zhou's wedding night, and many relatives and friends saw them singing and drinking. Was the perpetrator one of their relatives or friends? But how did he have the key? The male relative who escorted them home left together.

However, he still suspected that the two home invasions and rapes were committed by the same person, both involving cigarette butts, but the cigarette butts were of two different types, suggesting it might have been two different people.

Another month passed, and the private investigator still had no clue. The two victims, Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Zhou, gradually forgot about the incident, but they both changed their locks.

Mrs. Lin's husband returned to the mainland for business as usual. She was bored at home alone at night, and sometimes drank beer, watched TV, and then went to bed.

One evening around nine o'clock, Mrs. Lin, thirty years old, opened the door and, as usual, put the trash on the back stairs.

While she was out, the door was only slightly ajar, and the pervert had already entered the house, poured a packet of powder into a beer glass, and then hid. Mrs. Lin returned home, locked the security lock, and sat on the sofa, drinking beer and watching TV, completely at ease.

However, soon after, her whole body began to burn, her face flushed as if she were drunk, and she began to hallucinate, thinking her husband was standing in front of her. Smiling, she stood up, took off her underwear from under her robe, and lunged at her husband, but fell to the ground. She got up, lay on the sofa, closed her eyes, and began to caress her private parts with her fingers, grasping her breasts.

Her husband was standing in front of her again, smiling. Everything seemed both real and unreal! She felt

like she was about to explode with heat, violently shaking her upper body, her long hair flying in the air, her eyes shining like a female ghost bursting from a coffin, her lips curling into a smile.

Her two large breasts swayed like leaves swept by a whirlwind, spectacular and seductive!

A naked man stood before her, his penis thick and long, resembling her husband yet not quite, but she was convinced it was him, yet a strange fear gripped her.

Mrs. Lin couldn't bear it any longer; she stood up, violently tearing her nightgown, her naked body emerging like a worm hatching from its shell. Her large breasts danced, swaying left and right, her buttocks swaying in an "S" shape as she lunged at the naked man.

She could no longer endure it. In the instant she embraced him, her two large breasts were thrown at him, caught by his hands, gripped tightly. She laughed painfully, saying, "Husband, fuck me!" He kissed her passionately, Mrs. Lin like a wild beast, groping him wildly, her delicate hands grasping his burning rod, her lower body rubbing vigorously, her lips emitting heavy breaths from his kisses.

When he held her buttocks and thrust into her, Mrs. Lin froze.

The moment his penis entered her vagina, her whole body went limp and she slid down, her buttocks supported by him. Her upper body went limp and she bent backward, shaking violently as if dancing, her large breasts thrusting upward.

She spun wildly, screaming with excitement.

He sat back on the sofa, while Mrs. Lin sat on his lap, laughing, screaming, and crying, her eyes closed as she wildly shook her large breasts, grinding them against his penis with each thrust. Her breasts, swaying from side to side and rising and falling, were occasionally gently sucked and bitten by his mouth, and squeezed and pinched by one of his hands.

When he gripped one of her breasts tightly, she moaned and screamed.

His mouth sucked on her other breast, causing her vagina to contract strongly. Her eyes opened wide, emitting a captivating light, and tears welled up—no, they were tears of lust!

At this moment, she was drenched in sweat, yet she continued to move wildly as if dancing a vigorous dance, her breasts slapping against each other as she bounced, the upper part of her breasts covered in glistening drops of juice!

Mrs. Lin suddenly screamed, falling backward with her hands pressed against the ground. He thrust in with all his might, her lower body pressing against his penis again and again, her large breasts erupting like volcanoes, lava flowing everywhere.

He ejaculated into her, and Mrs. Lin stopped moving.

As he finished, she suddenly went limp, collapsing to the ground, her labia trembling, her eyes closed, panting heavily.

She woke up in the middle of the night to find herself lying naked on the floor, with discharge from her lower body, and was shocked.

She got up and searched everywhere, but there was no sign of her husband. She only remembered having sex with a man, but she thought it was her husband!

The security lock on the door wasn't engaged; it must have been that pervert who broke in while she was taking out the trash.

But she had no recollection of his face!

Mrs. Lin found a yellow cigarette butt on the floor and called a private investigator the next day.

When he arrived, he compared the cigarette butt to the one from when she was first drugged and raped; it was the same brand, and he was overjoyed.

But Mrs. Lin accused him of incompetence!

He said he had narrowed down the scope of the investigation and asked Mrs. Lin how long she had been renting the apartment and which real estate company had introduced her to it.

She said she had rented it for three months and gave the real estate company's address, but added, "It was introduced by a female agent!

Both agents at the real estate company are women!" The private investigator went to the real estate company. A woman was sitting there, and there was a pack of menthol cigarettes on the table. He was overjoyed and pretended to look at the apartment, asking her for a cigarette and lighting it, but then pulled out another menthol cigarette and gave it to her.

The female employee said she didn't smoke. He asked whose pack of cigarettes it was. She said it was for male customers. The private investigator sat there for more than an hour, but still couldn't get anywhere, so he had to leave.

That night, he went to another floor to wait, which was the residence of another victim, Mrs. Zhou. He believed that the pervert's next target would be Mrs. Zhou, because he had assaulted Mrs. Lin for the second time.

Unfortunately, he waited for three nights without any luck and had to leave.

A week later, the pervert indeed struck again and successfully assaulted Mrs. Zhou.

Here's what happened: Around 1 a.m., someone rang the Zhou family's doorbell. Mr. Zhou, still half-asleep, opened the door,

but no one was there. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Mr. Zhou went outside and was immediately drugged from behind with chloroform, pulled inside, and the door was closed. Then someone turned off the main electrical panel and entered the room in the

dark. He heard Mrs. Zhou's mumbling and immediately asked, "Husband, who's knocking?" No one answered, but her underwear was pulled down, and someone pressed down on her, spreading her legs. Mrs. Zhou initially thought it was her husband, and still not fully conscious, the newlywed woman immediately became aroused when the penis moved inside her.

But Mrs. Zhou was suspicious and was about to speak when the penis forcefully penetrated her vagina.

The man pressed his hands against her full breasts, squeezing them hard. The force was excruciating. Mrs. Zhou, amidst the pain, was startled awake by the strong smell of smoke. Terrified, she asked, "Who are you?" Before she could finish speaking, her underwear was ripped off, and two strange hands gripped her breasts, causing her excruciating pain!

Mrs. Zhou struggled frantically, screaming for help, her voice shrill and vengeful like a female ghost!
But her lower body was pinned down, and her large breasts were being gripped tightly, rendering her immobile. She could only thrash her fists against his back, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the lecherous man ejaculated into her. She frantically scratched his back with her nails, and amidst his screams, Mr. Zhou was knocked unconscious.

When Mrs. Zhou awoke, she found herself bound hand and foot to the four corners of the bed. The light was on, and a man stood before her, wearing a black mask that only revealed his eyes, mouth, and nose. He was completely naked, and his ugly, thick, long penis resembled an anti-aircraft gun!

She recalled the scene from a few months ago, drunk on her wedding night, when she was assaulted by a lecherous man. Her beautiful eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in terror as she trembled and asked, "Who are you?" The man didn't answer, but leaned closer to her high, firm breasts. She became even more frightened, and her breasts rose even higher and fuller, pulsating with life.

He gently placed his hands on her breasts, and she struggled, her large breasts shaking and rubbing against his rough palms, which

he gripped tightly. Mrs. Zhou screamed for help, but he punched her in the chest, causing her to howl in pain and stop crying out. Her two large breasts, though heavy, bounced wildly under the impact of his fist, like two lively and playful brothers!

He sucked on Mrs. Zhou's breasts, and with each forceful suck, she trembled two or three times.

One of his hands was kneading the other breast, pinching, pressing, grabbing, and squeezing in various ways, the force gradually increasing, making her whole body agitated!

Her other hand moved near her vulva, causing countless caterpillars to crawl in and out of every pore on her body.

Mrs. Zhou's face burned with shame and anger. "Please hurry up and do it! Don't humiliate me!" she cried again. Yes, her juices flowed freely. As he lay on top of her, his penis easily penetrated her vagina. Mrs. Zhou trembled, her pupils dilated. Her breasts were gripped tightly, her mouth was kissed passionately, and she gasped and cried out in pain, her body trembling slightly.

He ejaculated. Mrs. Zhou stood motionless, tears streaming down her face, her large breasts heaving rapidly, her legs thrashing nervously.

The lecherous man blindfolded her before leaving.

When her husband woke up and untied her ropes, Mrs. Zhou wanted to kill him and then commit suicide! But she didn't have the courage, crying uncontrollably.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou reported the incident to a private investigator, offering a large sum of money to solve the case.

The investigator found a stick of white menthol cigarette under the bed and fell into deep thought.

The man who assaulted Mrs. Lin twice left behind two cigarette butts of the same brand, while the rapist who raped Mrs. Zhou twice left behind two menthol cigarettes of a different brand. Why? The methods used on the two victims were quite similar, suggesting they were committed by the same person.

However, the fact that he used two different brands of cigarettes proved he was deliberately creating a diversion.

But he already had a target for his investigation, because Mrs. Zhou had scratched the rapist's back.

A few days later, the private investigator asked Mr. and Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Lin to wait outside the real estate company. He went in alone to find the manager, saying he wanted to rent an apartment. During their conversation, he asked for cigarettes, and the manager took out a menthol cigarette.

He put it in his pocket, saying it was too menthol.

The manager then took out another cigarette with a yellow filter, which he also put down.

The detective called in three men, who seized the manager, stripped him of his shirt, and sure enough, there were claw marks on his back!

The detective said, "You all rent apartments from this real estate company. The manager has your keys and is familiar with your situation, which makes it easier for him to commit the crime.

His habit of smoking two different types of cigarettes simultaneously presents a challenge to the investigation, but ultimately becomes crucial evidence! Whether you report it to the police or not is up to you!"

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