The Man Inside the Wall

"La la...da la la..." A light, cheerful humming came from the bathroom.
I looked up at the clock on the wall; the hands were slowly moving past 9:45.
'It's time.' My breathing became heavy—even though I knew my other roommates wouldn't be back this weekend, what I was about to do wasn't exactly something respectable, and I was still nervously sweating.
"Splash splash splash..." The ordinary sound of the shower suddenly sounded more melodious than a live performance by the Berlin Philharmonic. Having settled into my position, I wiped my face, trying to be as quiet as possible, and slowly adjusted my gaze—the first thing that caught my eye was my junior's shapely back.
'Ugh~~' I instantly felt an inner climax. My junior truly lived up to her reputation as the most beautiful girl in the ballroom dancing club. Her long, slender legs were perfectly toned, with no excess fat, and the proportions were just right. Her firm, rounded buttocks were indeed as alluring and enticing as I had imagined, resembling a sweet, delicious peach from a TV commercial under the spray of water from the showerhead.
I subconsciously swallowed and moved on to a better spot.
Humans are just like that. I always complained that this cheap apartment rented to us poor students was too small, but now I only resented the landlord for making the bathroom too big and then installing this ridiculous shower curtain… Just as I was grumbling about the landlord, my junior suddenly tossed her wet hair behind her head and did a complete 180-degree turn—her gaze met mine squarely.
"My dear granddaughter." For that last instant, I saw my grandfather, who had passed away many years ago, waving lovingly at me.
"La la da la..." My junior simply reached into a small basket on the bathroom wall, took some shampoo, and rubbed it evenly into her long, black hair, then happily hummed a song.
"Damn...you scared me to death!" My heart nearly burst with fright, and I forgot that my junior couldn't possibly see me.
For today's operation, I had already secretly rehearsed countless times—the hiding place and the angle of my view were completely under my control.
I was the king of this four-square-meter bathroom!
I changed my angle so I could more comfortably enjoy the performance my junior was putting on—her small, cute breasts were fully displayed before me as she carefully rubbed her hair with her hands raised, swaying slightly with her movements, making me utterly captivated.
"Pink...pink..." I got hard. Although I've had several girlfriends with decent qualities, and none of them had breasts as impressive as my junior's, her small but firm breasts, along with her tender and adorable light pink nipples, were a completely new visual stimulus.
I greedily continued looking down from her chest, tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes.
I thought of my best friend in the research lab, Shuo De—
if it weren't for his parents' insistence on taking care of this little cousin, how could I possibly live on the same floor as this junior, the so-called flower of the ballroom dancing club, let alone have a glimpse of her youthful and beautiful body?
"Tap tap tap la la..." My junior, usually diligent in her dance practice and well-behaved, not only had a piercing around her navel, but when she turned around, a row of English letters was also tattooed on the side of her perfectly proportioned waist.
"Veronica"—thankfully, I recognized it in the steamy air as just my junior's English name. Worried she might be too naive and influenced by her friends, I decided to carefully check her for any other inappropriate accessories. But just then—"Hmm," she noticed a low stool in the corner of the bathroom.
"Ha! What's this?" Having just finished washing her hair, she plopped down happily, grabbing her favorite essential oil soap and bath sponge.
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" I mentally cheered! The folding stool, known as the king of the seven great weapons, has countless variations! And this low stool in the bathroom, of course, was specially prepared by me!
You ask why I made this
silly choice? So that my junior would plop down on it!
To save space, the bathrooms in this apartment building didn't have huge fixtures like bathtubs, and over time, everyone got used to washing their hair and showering standing up. If my junior were to shower standing up as usual, how would I see her alluring vulva?
Sitting on a small stool, she hummed a song as she skillfully lathered a bath sponge with soap and began massaging and gently caressing her soft, white skin. White foam slid over her slender fingers, over her beautiful breasts, and over the mysterious area that aroused my endless fantasies.
"Ah…" she parted her legs, gently pressing the bath sponge against her most sensitive spot. My breathing quickened involuntarily, rubbing my almost bursting penis.
I remembered my elementary school essay topic, "My Ambition"—My Ambition. My future ambition is to be a bath sponge.
But I'll be a very principled bath sponge!
Only pretty girls can use me to bathe.
Hehe. "Ughh ...
Panicked, I knew I had to quickly get away from the chemical reaction in front of me, but my legs, already trembling with
fear, refused to carry their owner away. "Cough cough cough cough cough..." I slumped to the ground, trembling, and accidentally inhaled some smoke, choking me until my nose and eyes watered. I quickly held my breath, trying to stand up and turn to escape the lab—but in my panic, I tripped over my own scattered research reports on the floor, falling heavily and cursing in pain.
"Cough cough cough..." Cursing only made me inhale more yellow-green smoke.
Realizing that if I didn't escape soon, I'd probably die, I scrambled out of the lab, looking utterly pathetic.
"Ugh... ugh..." I turned on the faucet in the men's restroom and dug deep into the sink, trying to expel the smoke I'd just inhaled.
I don't know how much time passed, but after vomiting until I was dizzy and weak, I sat down on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat. The cold, hard touch of the tiles against my back calmed me down a little.
"Damn it—" I closed my eyes, cursing myself for being so careless, stumbling and breaking several test tubes containing an unknown liquid on the lab table. I had absolutely no idea what would happen if I inhaled that smoke. But judging from the color of the smoke… "Damn it—" I cursed again. Yellowish-green! Even an idiot could see this stuff was poisonous! Ah, I must be poisoned, I'm doomed, I'm going to turn into a zombie, no wonder I feel so cold… Suddenly, I noticed something strange.
"Damn it! Where are my clothes?" I looked around frantically, but apart from a puddle of urine and a few wads of toilet paper left by someone, there was nothing else on the bathroom floor.
"Damn it—" This was probably the day I swore the most this month! No wonder I felt so cold! Because it's the fucking December, and I'm completely naked, not even wearing shoelaces, with my balls lying directly on the cold toilet floor—it's no wonder I'm freezing!
"Ugh..." I almost threw up again.
But having emptied my stomach, I couldn't vomit anything. What on
earth happened? What on earth happened? Even if I racked my brains, I couldn't remember when my clothes were stripped off.
Leaning against the toilet door, I struggled to my feet, trembling as I slowly walked towards the research lab. Despite my reluctance, despite being completely naked, I had left my bag and motorcycle keys in the lab, and the research report due next week was absolutely necessary to get them back.
*Bang!* I covered my mouth and nose with a damp rag I'd grabbed from the bathroom (it didn't smell as bad as I'd imagined) and forcefully pushed open the heavy lab door—but when I saw what lay before me, I almost dropped my jaw in shock.
Before even returning to the lab, I'd made all sorts of assumptions. Even if I opened the door to find the entire lab melted away like a horrific wax museum, and the police came in, handcuffing me while saying, "You did it, didn't you?" I probably wouldn't be scared.
But I was still scared.
*Damn it—* After a long pause, I exhaled a long, drawn-out "damn it."
The eerie yellowish-green smoke had vanished without a trace, and the lab was as calm as if nothing had happened—except for the fragments of the test tubes I'd accidentally broken in the corner, and the research reports scattered on the floor that I'd stepped on.
Everything I'd left in the lab was there, nothing was missing.
Including the pile of my clothes lying on the lab floor.
"Ah...mmm..." Each trembling moan stimulated my groin like a thousand horses galloping. The junior seemed shy, closing her eyes slightly and leaning her petite body against the bathroom wall. Her restless fingers gently slid into her vagina, moving rhythmically.
"Ugh...ah...mmm..." I cried. Why am I crying? This folding chair is truly amazing. Under its deadly touch, the sweet and lovely junior generously opened her legs before me, wantonly playing with her most private parts.
She put a finger in her mouth to lubricate it slightly, then pressed it against her clitoris—as her finger rubbed faster, I quickened my own movements—her rapid breathing, her hazy, unfocused eyes, and the two red clouds rising on her cute face all indicated that she was close to orgasm.
"Ahhhhh..." A groan tinged with a sob escaped her lips; the junior had climaxed.
My junior's body convulsed violently several times, her legs kicking wildly as if out of control, while the fingers inserted into her vagina tightened their grip, refusing to let go.
Witnessing a woman reach orgasm through masturbation for the first time, I could no longer suppress the urge that erupted within me—the gushing white semen, after carrying me to heaven, silently landed on the soapy floor.
Aside from my first successful sexual encounter with my girlfriend, I had never ejaculated so intensely…so intensely!
"Hoo…" I murmured, momentarily forgetting that there was no running water in the bathroom to cover my breath.
"Who! Who is it?" My junior was startled by my sigh, quickly standing up from the low stool and shouting.
I, however, held my breath, continuing to watch.
Fortunately, the junior didn't recognize my voice from that sigh.
After glancing around to check, she continued showering with peace of mind.
"Splash!" Watching my semen disappear through the drain on the floor, a wave of perfect, illicit pleasure welled up inside me. Having already feasted my eyes on her beautiful figure, I tiptoed past her behind the wall and rushed into my room.
I slammed the door shut, my body still trembling slightly with excitement—
"I did it! I really did it!" The junior, usually pursued by countless admirers and seemingly unattainable, was now shamelessly masturbating in front of me! Recalling the scene in the bathroom, a warm sense of conquest lifted me to the heavens.
I couldn't resist turning on the bedside stereo, putting in the loudest heavy metal album, turning the volume up to deafening levels, and shouting with all my might.

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