Shared apartment with model teacher

That was when I had been working for two years. Anyone who's ventured out to Shanghai on their own will understand this deeply: in Shanghai, rent is the biggest expense every month. For me, with a monthly salary of around 4,000 yuan, rent alone amounted to 2,000 yuan – and that was a discounted price from a friend's referral. The apartment was alright, though, a two-bedroom, one-living room unit, fully furnished with all the appliances. I figured it was a waste for a single guy like me to live alone in such a place, so I posted an ad online looking for a roommate.

Anyone with renting experience knows that finding a roommate is also a matter of fate. If you get along well, everyone's fine, and you might even become friends and expand your network. Having rented before, I was very strict with my requirements in the ad; I was willing to pay more than put in the hassle.

For almost a month after posting, several people came forward, but either they weren't satisfied with the price, or they just didn't get along, and the apartment remained unrented. Just as I was about to give up, I received a call. A very pleasant female voice asked if the room was still available, so we arranged a time to view it.

At the appointed time, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, my eyes lit up – what a beautiful girl! She was about 165cm tall, with long legs, a slim waist, long flowing hair, and light makeup. She looked delicate and pretty, exactly my type, though she seemed a little arrogant.

After viewing the room, she expressed satisfaction. Next, we discussed the price. To be honest, I had a bit of an ulterior motive. The thought of sharing a room with such a beautiful girl was exciting, and more importantly, I'm still single. If I could develop a relationship with her, wouldn't that be wonderful? So I readily said, "If you're really interested, I'll give you my bottom line. Honestly, you won't find anywhere else like this in the area." The girl thought for a moment, probably because I seemed nice, and the room and price were good, and then agreed. So, as agreed, we signed the contract and exchanged ID numbers. After seeing her ID card, I knew her name was Li Li, born in 1986.

I helped her with the move, hoping to get closer to her, but all she said was a curt "thank you," and nothing more. Damn, what do I owe her? My plan backfired. I was hoping she'd treat me to a meal if I helped her more. Not for the meal, but because that's how relationships are built, right? My first impression was right; she was indeed very arrogant, almost to the point of being unapproachable.

The following days were rather uneventful. We rarely spoke, just exchanging greetings when we met. I only knew she worked at a modeling school, probably teaching girls aspiring to modeling, instructing them on posture and training. Because of her exceptional figure, she occasionally worked as a showgirl. Beyond that, I knew nothing. Fortunately, her lifestyle and routine were quite normal. She probably didn't even have many friends, and as for a boyfriend, I doubted she had one; at least I'd never seen her bring a man home. From a roommate's perspective, she was a model student, but I never had a chance to get close to her, and her cold gaze was enough to shut out anything you wanted to say to her. Oh well, let fate decide, I won't force it.

One day, I got sick with a bad cold, so I called the company to take a day off. I slept until ten o'clock, and when I was woken up by the glaring sunlight, I dragged my slippers to the bathroom to wash up. Suddenly, I remembered that Li Li had told me last night that the lock on her door was broken and asked me to change it for her when I had time. Having lived together for so long, I knew nothing about this beautiful girl next door. Now, with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enter her room, I was incredibly excited. After breakfast, I called her twice to make sure she wasn't in her room, and then locked the security door from the inside, so that if she came back, I would have enough time to leave. After making all the preparations, I opened her room. A girl's room is always clean and tidy, and everything is wonderful with a lovely fragrance. The room was decorated very warmly, with pink sheets, a large teddy bear, and her own artistic photos on the bedside table, confirming my guess that she was single. The walls and table were filled with cute little trinkets; you'd think you were in a little girl's room. It seems Li Li has a very young mindset.

I casually picked up the photo album on the bedside table and flipped through it. One look, and my blood rushed to my head. Li Li was already breathtakingly beautiful in her everyday clothes, but these photos were all her artistic portraits and pictures from her time as a showgirl—miniskirts, swimsuits, lingerie—the clothes and poses perfectly highlighting her figure. My penis instantly became hard, and my mouth went dry. I've seen many pictures of beautiful women online, but they're not real; you never know what they look like in person. After seeing so many similar pictures, you become numb. But these photos of Li Li awakened my most primal desires. By the end, my penis was rock hard, like a little iron rod, and a wicked thought popped into my head: "Teacher Li Li, since I can't have you directly, I can only have you indirectly. Don't blame me for being so filthy; blame yourself for being so arrogant, not letting anyone get close."

I put down the photo album and went straight to the wardrobe. It didn't take long before I found where Li Li kept her underwear. Li Li had a lot of underwear, stored in a separate drawer. It wasn't as varied as I'd imagined; instead, it was all pure cotton, the girly type, mostly white and nude-colored. I randomly picked one up and looked at the brand: Triumph. I've always believed that only girls who are particular about their underwear truly have taste, even if they're plain-looking. Clearly, Li Li was the kind who excelled both inside and out. I picked out a pink pair of panties, smelled them—a delicate fragrance, but definitely not the scent of laundry detergent. It was different from the smell of my freshly washed clothes, indescribable. Perhaps it was the scent emanating from that part of a girl's body—very alluring. My little brother was already erect like a venomous snake, sitting on the bed. I first found a pair of black pantyhose and wrapped them around the inside of my penis to prevent premature ejaculation. I put Li Li's panties over my painfully swollen penis. I didn't rush to move it up and down, but instead rubbed it slowly. Everyone knows the quality of Triumph underwear; the feel is amazing. The feeling of wearing it on my penis was even more comfortable. I flipped through the photo album and found one of Li Li's sexiest pictures, recalling her slender waist, pert buttocks, and proud yet delicate face. The silky soft panties rubbed against my glans, feeling as comfortable as if I were inside Li Li's vagina. Combined with the stimulation of the photo, I quickly lost control. I ejaculated my pent-up semen, which had been building up for almost a month, onto Li Li's pink panties in spurts. After about ten ejaculations, my mind went blank, my eyes fixed on a sexy picture of Li Li, fantasizing that I was ejaculating inside her vagina. I opened the pantyhose and looked inside. Many were covered, and some semen had dripped through the gaps and onto the pantyhose. Next, I took out all of Li Li's underwear, about six pairs in total, and laid them all out on the bed. I carefully smeared the semen on the bottom of all the panties covering her vulva and the inside of her bras. I looked at the pink pantyhose; it had so much semen on it, twice as much as I usually get when I masturbate. It would be a waste to just wash it off, so I carefully scraped the remaining semen into one of Li Li's bottles of toner with a small piece of paper. Watching the semen slowly dilute and dissolve in the bottle, I excitedly thought, "Now you use toner every time you wash your face, which means you're applying my semen to your face every day, haha." I washed the pink pantyhose with water (deliberately not thoroughly) and dried it with a hairdryer. Soon, the semen on all the underwear dried. I picked them up and looked at them; they were a bit stiff, but usually, cotton underwear worn by girls will harden in that area after a few wears, so Li Li probably wouldn't notice. I put all the underwear back in their original places, trying to arrange them exactly as they were before, and left her room.

This experience gave me immense psychological satisfaction, so much so that I later bought Li Li a new lock for her room and changed it for her. Of course, I made a detour on the way, passing by a key duplication shop. From then on, every now and then, I would find an excuse to take a day off and sneak into Li Li's room to repeat the same trick. Of course, I became more and more varied. To ensure a sufficient amount of semen each time, I only went about once a month, and I always ejaculated inside a condom to avoid wasting most of the semen on my underwear. I would usually smear the semen on these places: underwear, bras, stockings, inside cosmetic bottles, lipstick, panty liners, and sanitary napkins (of course, I would carefully wrap them up no matter how I opened them). After that, whenever I saw Li Li, I would be very excited. Looking at her beautiful face and slender figure, I couldn't help but think, "No matter how arrogant you are, it's useless. Your whole body—face, breasts, and genitals—is covered in my semen every day. I've already indirectly possessed you."

[The End]

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