A beautiful pair of pink lace panties

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"Brother, the environment here is nice, but the place is a bit small."
The taxi took us back to our accommodation. Xiao Jun was clearly unprepared for where I was staying. There was no way around it; prices in Shangning City were high, and the rent for this one-bedroom apartment was outrageously expensive. Luckily, the company paid the rent.
At the company, having a place like this was probably better than most, but not the best either.
"Just make do, my dear lady. Being away from home is different from being at home."
From the moment we got off the plane until we got home, I helped Xiao Jun with her luggage like a chauffeur. It was the height of summer, and I was not only tired but also covered in sweat, but Xiao Jun didn't say thank you at all, which made me a little annoyed.
Xiao Jun looked around the unfamiliar little house, wiggled her little bottom a couple of times, and then wrinkled her nose and asked, "Where do I sleep?"
It seemed that the clean-loving Xiao Jun smelled something amiss. Although I'm also a clean man, no matter how clean a man is, he can't compare to a woman, especially a woman like Xiao Jun who is a germaphobe.
“You’re a princess, of course you’ll sleep in the big bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room. That’s fair, isn’t it? Of course, if you want to sleep on the sofa, I won’t force you.”
Seeing Xiaojun pinching her nose and frowning, I got a little annoyed. I put down my luggage, opened the refrigerator, gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold water, and then lay down on the sofa.
“Since I’m a princess, how can I sleep on the sofa? Of course, the guards sleep on the sofa.”
Xiaojun giggled, which reminded me of when my cousin played princess and prince games with the neighborhood kids when she was little. Unfortunately, I was often dragged into being a guard and never got to be a prince.
Years have passed, but this beautiful memory remains etched in my heart. I climbed up from the sofa, put my arm around Xiaojun's shoulder, and asked, "There are so many things from when we were little, do you remember them all?"
"You always bullied me when we were little, how could I forget?"
Xiaojun suddenly blushed, pouting her little lips, and recounted a whole bunch of stories about how I used to bully her. I was completely confused, not even sure if what she said was true. I certainly couldn't remember any of it, but listening to her rant made me feel guilty.
"Alright, it seems I need to make up for my past mistakes. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
My eyes were full of tenderness, as Xiaojun's coquettish words swept away all my displeasure. Thinking about it, she was just a simple girl; her likes and dislikes were written all over her face. She had no ulterior motives whatsoever. I, as her older brother, was being too petty. Seeing that it was getting late and she was hungry, I didn't want to neglect this princess I had just brought home.
Xiao Jun's eyes darted around, and she held up two sharp fingers: "Anything's fine, two chicken burgers, two bags of fries, uh, two fried chicken legs, two spicy chicken wings, two glasses of juice, uh, remember to get ketchup... And just hurry up, I'm hungry."
"With me here, you won't go hungry."
After leaving the house, I didn't immediately go to buy Xiao Jun dinner. Instead, I sneaked up to the sixth floor and stood in front of the door of apartment C, lost in thought. I didn't ring the doorbell because the beautiful woman living inside had suddenly vanished without a trace.
I couldn't help but lament the cruel tricks of fate. Just as I was filled with beautiful hopes for life, fate cruelly destroyed them. It was truly heartless and ruthless to the extreme.
*** *** *** ***
Half a month ago, on a sunny morning after a storm, the weather was bright and the sky was clear.
I stepped onto the balcony, bathed in the morning sunlight, ready to breathe in the fresh post-rain air. Suddenly, something pink caught my eye; it lay quietly on the balcony railing. I approached and saw it was a pair of women's underwear—a sexy pink lace panty.
My breath quickened, and blood rushed to my groin.
Frankly, I have a bit of a fetish; I'm particularly fond of women's lingerie. Every time I pass a shopping mall and see those dazzling arrays of women's underwear, I feel a restless urge, a strong sense of guilt. I used to be terrified, worried that my lewd fetish was a sign of an unhealthy mental illness. Fortunately, a close female friend comforted me, saying that men have an instinctive love for women's underwear, and that I shouldn't be afraid.
I finally felt at ease. Regrettably, despite my good looks, temperament, and figure, at over twenty-six, I've never truly owned a piece of women's underwear. Perhaps by divine intervention, a gust of wind delivered this sexy, alluring panty to me.
I carefully picked up the lace panties, cradling them in my palms like a precious treasure. The exquisite piping, the semi-transparent lace, the daring design—all exuded a strong sense of sensuality. I imagined its owner must be a young and beautiful woman with a stunning figure.
My fingers gently caressed the silky texture, as if I were touching a woman's body.
"It must be upstairs,"
I muttered, craning my neck and looking around the balcony, hoping to find another pair of underwear of the same color. If so, the panties would have found their owner. Unfortunately, I didn't find any. But I wasn't disappointed, because I had no intention of returning them.
Bathed in the bright sunlight, I held the panties to my nose and inhaled their fragrance. A faint, sweet scent filled my lungs, and at that moment, I became hard, incredibly hard. I remember that morning, inhaling the fragrance of the panties, I masturbated twice before going to work.
During the two years I've been working hard in Shangning City, my luck with women has been terrible. Forget about female lovers, even the mosquitoes in my room are all male. They say female mosquitoes are more likely to bite, but I haven't even had the chance to be bitten by a female mosquito. Whenever I can't sleep alone, I can only satisfy my physical needs through masturbation. But masturbation eventually becomes boring, because there aren't many women I fantasize about. After a while, even the women I fantasize about become tiresome.
The arrival of these pink panties was like the arrival of a sexy beauty. I've never felt such exhilarating pleasure from masturbation before.
The day I found the panties, I rushed home after work, took them out from under my pillow. The panties were small and light; the part covering the vulva was covered by pretty lace, while the part covering the buttocks was larger and smoother. I gently unfolded my panties, covering my already engorged penis, and then gently began to stroke it. The feeling was absolutely wonderful. I excitedly closed my eyes, my right hand trembling, fantasizing about the beautiful Daisy moaning and panting beneath me, exuding charm.
The fantasy became more and more vivid, more and more clear. Soon, intense pleasure surged through me, and my hand stroked faster and faster. The soft panties felt like a woman's vagina, and I gasped for breath.
Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence, disrupting my fantasy and interrupting my passionate strokes. My hand stopped abruptly.
Although extremely annoyed, I was helpless. Reluctantly, I stuffed the panties back under the pillow, looked towards the door, and exhaled deeply to calm my rapidly rising and falling breaths.
"Who is it?"
I hurriedly put on a pair of athletic shorts and went out of the living room, calling out as I opened the door. To my utter surprise, standing there was a woman so beautiful that it made my heart race.
Bright, expressive eyes, an oval face, a delicate nose, and snow-white skin. Her long, dark chestnut hair cascaded softly down her chest, the ends curling in waves for a stylish look. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, a dark knee-length skirt, black stockings, black mid-heeled shoes, and carried a blouse in her arms.
This was the standard white-collar attire, the kind of "OL" that men often talk about. Unfortunately, the binder obscured the crucial parts, so I couldn't judge whether the woman's breasts were as high as rumored. Even more regrettable was that although the woman was extremely beautiful, her expression was indifferent and aloof.
Of course, I recognized this woman; she was my dream girl. She had a beautiful name: Daisy.
"Hello, I live upstairs from you, on the sixth floor, unit C."
Daisy was not only beautiful but also spoke softly, like a stork chirping by a stream. Good heavens, Daisy spoke to me! She actually stood in front of me and spoke to me! I trembled with excitement.
"Oh, I know, I know… Is there something you need?"
I stammered. This wasn't my fault; any other man might have been drooling.
"I… my clothes fell on your balcony, I've come to get them."
Daisy seemed a little embarrassed.
"Ah? What clothes?"
I was so excited I almost jumped up, thinking, "Has the owner of my underwear come looking for me?"
Sure enough, Daisy smiled shyly, "It's...it's a pair of underwear."
Her coldness vanished, making me even more excited.
Few people in the company had ever seen Daisy smile. For that smile, I would give her the moon, let alone a pair of underwear. However, I absolutely couldn't return the underwear to her, because it was stained with semen—semen that had seeped from my glans. If I returned the underwear to Daisy now, who knows what might happen?
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see any of your clothes. Why don't you come in and take a look?"
I could only pretend I hadn't seen anything.
Daisy looked surprised. She didn't step into my room, but instead appeared very cautious. My house isn't big, and she stretched her arms to peer into it, then looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "How could it not be there?
I saw it this morning. I was in a rush to get to the company, and I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time, so... so I waited until after work to pick it up... I clearly saw it there... on the balcony railing, it was... it was pink, could you please check again?" "Really, it's not there."
There was an important administrative meeting in the morning, and as the administrative secretary, Daisy naturally had to go early to prepare. Perhaps due to the time pressure, she hadn't had time to knock on my door, but she was certain her panties had fallen onto my balcony. I couldn't help but inwardly groan. There was nothing I could do; I had already denied it, so I had to stick to my story.
"How could this be? Oh dear, it's brand new..."
Daisy seemed very distressed about the panties. She stamped her foot, unable to resist the urge to investigate any longer, and stepped into my room, heading straight for the balcony.
My balcony isn't very big, and with so little clutter, you can see everything clearly at a glance.
"Maybe it was blown away by the wind again. Sigh, I should have knocked on your door this morning. Oh well, sorry to bother you."
Dai Xinni sighed regretfully.
"Yeah, that's a pity."
Of course, I wouldn't miss the chance to get to know my goddess: "Your name is Dai Xinni, right? Since we live upstairs and downstairs, please take care of me from now on."
I was momentarily speechless, unsure what to say.
"Yes, you seem to be from the planning department, right?"
Dai Xinni gave a faint smile. This was the second time I'd seen her smile, and although it was a little unnatural, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Yes, yes, yes, Secretary Dai remembers me. That's great, that's great, hehe, my name is Li..."
I started stammering again. Seeing Dai Xinni about to leave the room, I felt extremely disappointed, desperately hoping that heaven would help me keep this woman.
"Li Zhonghan, right?"
Dai Xinni said my full name, and she actually stopped in her tracks.
I was overjoyed! This meant Daisy remembered me. Heavens, how merciful!
But my gratitude lasted only five seconds before I suddenly felt like crying—not from gratitude, but from agony. I noticed a small pink thing peeking out from under the pillow.
The pillow was blue, the sheets were blue, and the pink panties stood out starkly against the blue backdrop. Not only did I see that small pink thing, but Daisy saw it too. Her eyes widened.
The air seemed to freeze, as if time had stopped. Daisy's smile vanished, replaced by a cold indifference. Before I could react, she rushed to my bedside, pinched the pink panties between the tips of her two delicate white fingers, and slowly pulled them out from under the pillow.
I noticed how beautiful Daisy's fingers were—white and slender, like two tender scallions—but I had no time to admire them. I was terrified by what I was seeing. I thought, "I'm going to die a horrible death."
"How did my underwear end up under your...your pillow?"
The underwear dangled in the air. Dai Xinni's face was icy cold as she demanded my forgiveness.
"I'm sorry...I...I..."
I stammered, my face flushed, unable to utter a coherent sentence. I could only look at Dai Xinni, my eyes filled with shame and pleading. I could only beg this woman for forgiveness.
"Li Zhonghan, you pervert!"
Dai Xinni suddenly noticed the sticky stains on the underwear. She was both ashamed and angry, seemingly considering the underwear filthy. She cursed and threw the underwear to the ground before dashing out of my room like a whirlwind.
"Damn it, this is truly embarrassing."
I was utterly dejected, lamenting that my luck was a million times worse than dog shit. I scratched my dizzy head, then blankly picked up the underwear from the ground, dusted it off, and carefully put it in my pocket.
Surprisingly, just as I was about to close the door, footsteps approached, and the aggressive Daisy suddenly returned. What was she going to do? I stared at Daisy in surprise, thinking: "Won't she hit me?"
To be honest, if Daisy really wanted to hit me, I would gladly accept it. Sigh! I could only sigh.
Daisy didn't slap me, or even look at me. She went straight to my room, lifted the pillow on the bed, searched around, and then asked sharply, "Where are your pants?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want them?"
I had recovered from my initial shame and unease, but I hadn't expected Daisy to return for this attack again because of those underwear.
"I don't want them, and I'd rather tear them up and throw them in the trash than let you, you pervert, ruin them."
Daisy continued to insult me while her eyes searched around.
It was only then that I noticed clearly that Daisy's breasts were full and firm. The white shirt hugged them a little too tightly, and perhaps due to extreme anger, her chest heaved constantly. I was genuinely worried that the buttons on her shirt would suddenly snap off. "I threw it downstairs,"
I said after thinking for a long time, uttering a lie that even I didn't believe.
"Are you going to bring it back or not?"
Daisy, as expected, didn't believe my lie. She put her hands on her hips and yelled at me, looking like she wouldn't give up until she got her panties back.
"I threw it away."
I gritted my teeth.
"You're not going to give it to me? I'll smash it if you don't!"
Furious, Daisy walked up to my small bookshelf, grabbed a glass bottle
, and held it high. It was a beautiful crystal bottle with many cross-sections. If you put a bunch of colorful pebbles inside, they would refract light from each section, creating a dazzling, dreamlike effect. It was a gift from a girl who had a crush on me for a long time in college. Although the girl wasn't exactly beautiful, this crystal bottle had been with me through countless days and nights.
"She really threw it downstairs."
Even though I was heartbroken about the bottle, I didn't believe Daisy would dare smash my things. I sneered inwardly: Who are you trying to scare?
"Bang—crash…"
The bottle shattered, glass shards flying everywhere. I stared in disbelief.
"If you don't bring it back, I'll smash your computer."
Daisy walked to my computer desk and grabbed the screen.
"No! Stop it! Let's talk this out!"
I was horrified. It seemed I'd misjudged her. I knew Daisy was strong-willed at work, but I hadn't expected her to be so hot-tempered. To think that I'd made such a mess of things over a pair of underwear—had I lost my mind? To avoid the neighbors hearing, I quickly closed the door.
"Give it to me."
Daisy's hands on her hips made her look like a shrew.
I surrendered, reluctantly pulling the underwear from my pocket and handing it over.
Daisy yelled, "You think I'm easy to bully? You're so cheap!"
"You say the underwear is yours? What proof do you have?"
As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I was already planning to surrender, but this word "cheap" enraged me. My hand, only halfway out, was pulled back. I decided to teach this beautiful but fiercely shrewish Daisy a lesson.
"What? Evidence? Do you think I'd come knocking on someone else's door asking for a pair of worn underwear? You're a pervert, fine, but don't drag others down with you."
Perhaps worried that the loud noise of smashing the crystal bottle would attract attention, Daisy lowered her voice considerably, but her words were still sharp and sarcastic.
My anger grew little by little.
"Hard to say, men all like such pretty underwear, and you're a woman, so it's even more likely you'd be tempted. Hey, you're not taking this underwear back without proof."
I started to retort sharply to Daisy. "Fine, Li Zhonghan, I'll bring you underwear of the same color, and I'll leave you speechless."
Daisy, furious that I was picking a fight, stormed out of my room again as soon as she finished speaking.
Seeing Daisy's angry expression, I felt a sense of smug satisfaction, but seeing the broken glass all over the floor reignited my anger. My mind raced, and a plan formed in my head.
"Tap, tap, tap," Daisy's mid-heeled shoes clattered haphazardly on the floor. Soon, she came rushing down the stairs to my room, carrying a pink object.
"See? It's a set of lingerie."
Daisy unfolded the pink item. It was indeed a thin lace bra, equally sexy and alluring. My eyes lit up with desire; a strong urge to possess it drove me to snatch the beautiful lingerie.
"I see,"
I said coldly.
"Give it to me."
Daisy glared at me fiercely.
"Have you studied law?"
I didn't return the underwear to Daisy, nor did I respond to her question. I closed the door as I retorted.
"What's with the nonsense? What does getting my things back have to do with my law studies? Don't waste my time; I don't want to stand here for another second."
Daisy was very impatient.
"According to Article 146 of the Civil Code, insulting a citizen constitutes a violation of human rights. Society emphasizes human rights now, you know that? Since you entered my home, you've called me a pervert three times and a slut once. This constitutes a very serious violation of my right to reputation and privacy. According to the law, you will be fined and detained with a warning for up to seven days."
Closing the door, I began my revenge very seriously. As a financial investment planner, I'm quite familiar with national laws; it's part of my education. I believed that Dai Xinni, an administrative secretary, wouldn't know much about the law.
"Don't try to intimidate me with the law. Because you are slut, therefore a pervert. I'm stating the facts."
Dai Xinni was still as arrogant as ever, but her focused answers made me feel like I'd taken the bait, and I secretly rejoiced.
"Excuse me, how am I a pervert? How am I cheap? Miss Dai Xinni, please watch your words. This is the fourth time you've called me a pervert, and the second time you've called me cheap. I've already started recording our conversation on my phone."
Tired of standing, I plopped down on the sofa and placed my phone on the coffee table. Although I wasn't entirely confident I could fool Dai Xinni, my serious expression and formal language would definitely put pressure on her. "Recording...recording what? Humph, did I say something wrong? What are you doing with my underwear?"
Dai Xinni's eyes darted around, and I knew she was starting to feel guilty.
"What a joke! I didn't steal, I didn't rob. I just found a pair of underwear in my private area, and that offends you? Excuse me, how am I a pervert? How am I cheap?" I sneered, secretly pleased by Dai Xinni's timidity.
"Then why won't you give me my underwear back? That's why I cursed you."
Dai Xinni's eyes were fixed on the phone on the coffee table, seemingly hesitant, and her voice wasn't as loud as before.
“There’s no name on the underwear, how was I supposed to know it was yours? I only found out when you showed me the same underwear. If you had shown me the underwear from the beginning, and I had refused to give it back, then I would have been in the wrong. Right?”
I lowered my voice, making it deep and powerful, a voice that has a penetrating effect on a woman’s hearing, especially since I was making a valid point.
“Hmph, now that you know the underwear is mine, just give it back to me. Why are you babbling on and on?”
Daisy not only showed her weakness but also started to argue.
I was secretly delighted.
“Daisy, you may not understand the seriousness of the matter. Your insults are a minor matter, only a matter of civil law. But you broke my bottle, that’s a different matter. According to Article 72, Paragraph 3 of the National Criminal Law, you intentionally damaged a citizen’s property and endangered a citizen’s personal safety. You will be subject to criminal prosecution. According to the criminal law, you will be sentenced to three years and seven years in prison respectively, which adds up to ten years.”
I told Daisy slowly and deliberately, word by word.
Actually, my memory of those legal provisions is hazy. As for how many articles or clauses there are, I'm just making things up. Besides, my phone's recording function wasn't even turned on. Even if it were, it wouldn't have mattered because I was too far away from Dai Xini to record anything. I could only make a show of it to scare her.
Of course, Daisy didn't know I was just bluffing. After hearing my explanation, her expression gradually turned serious, though she still wouldn't back down: "Nonsense, you're talking nonsense! I admit I broke your bottle, but I didn't hurt you."
"Heh heh, just look at my foot."
I deliberately chuckled coldly, pointing to a small cut on my ankle.
It turned out I had a small cut on my foot from broken glass. Although it was small, blood was already seeping out. I hadn't noticed it at first, but as I relaxed, I suddenly felt a sharp pain and realized my ankle had been cut by the glass.
"Are you even a man? You call this a 'hurt'?"
Now it was Daisy's turn to feel wronged.
“Yes, this injury is nothing, but your act of breaking and entering and damaging property is egregious! However, considering that you are a first-time offender and a woman, the judge will likely reduce your sentence by half, to about five years. If your parents and lawyer plead for leniency, it could be as low as two years. If you behave well in prison, you can be released after a maximum of one year. It's only a year, don't worry, it will pass quickly.”
“You… don't scare me. At most, I'll compensate you for the bottle and your medical expenses.”
Dai Xinni’s face turned pale. She nervously twisted the lace bra in her hands. In her opinion, she would never want to serve even a second in prison, let alone a year.
"Pay up? I won't even mention the medical expenses, just look at that bottle, do you know? This bottle was... a gift from my first love. She... she had leukemia and passed away long ago. This bottle was... the only keepsake she left me, and you... you broke it... can you afford to pay for it?"
I sobbed, my pained expression instantly casting a somber mood over Dai Xinni. I deliberately turned my head away, like a Casanova in a movie, but I was only doing it to hide my forced laughter. In my mind, I was apologizing repeatedly to the girl who gave me the crystal bottle: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was just joking. You don't have leukemia, and you're not dead.
A moment of silence followed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dai Xinni slumped weakly in the chair in front of my computer.
"What do you want? I... I..."
Dai Xinni looked at me nervously, her voice soft and pitiful.
"Fine, I don't want to make things difficult for you. It seems you didn't do it on purpose. Let's just... let's call the police and let them handle
it." I decided to deliver a fatal blow to Dai Xinni's ego. I picked up my phone, pretending to make a call.
"Hey, hey, don't do this, Li Zhonghan, we're colleagues... please don't do this."
Dai Xinni jumped up from her chair and rushed towards me, snatching my phone away.
"You even grabbed my phone?"
I exclaimed, my eyes widening dramatically.
"No, no, please, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I've just been unhappy at work lately, so I've been in a bad mood. Please don't be angry anymore, or I'll compensate you, okay? I didn't know this bottle was so important to you. I'll try to find the same bottle. Please don't call anymore, I beg you...

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