Humiliating girlfriend

Living in the city, before marriage and owning your own place, it's incredibly difficult to have a romantic getaway with your girlfriend. Traveling can certainly solve this problem, allowing you to spend several nights alone together, chatting and making love, but travel can't be too frequent. During my school years, my limited allowance only allowed for one or two trips at most. Fellow lovers, do you have any recommendations for a way to save money while still having precious time alone with your girlfriend? Please don't suggest renting a love hotel; respectable girls would never go there. The cheapest option would be at home, but with my parents and sister there, waiting for them to be away is difficult. Even when they're not there, I'm always worried they might suddenly return. In short, it's not always carefree and enjoyable. Last year,

one Friday, my father suddenly had to go on a business trip. This trip was semi-touristy; he left on Friday and wouldn't return until Sunday, allowing him to bring a relative. My mother, of course, happily went along. (To be honest, they'd been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. At home, my sister and I are both grown up, and they don't dare make too much noise when they're making love in their room. I guess they share my unsatisfied feelings?) My sister said she didn't have class on Saturday, so after school on Friday, she would stay at a close female classmate's house for two nights and wouldn't return until Sunday. For me, this was fantastic news!

It meant I could spend a cozy and enjoyable weekend with my girlfriend. I met my girlfriend at the university on Friday, and after some persuasion, she agreed to come and "live with" me on Friday night. Of course, I was overjoyed, constantly planning how we would make love that night, preferably showering together, and then... hahaha, I think my expression at that moment was like Dr. IQ's lewd look when he thought of Professor Yamabuki, with drool practically dripping from his mouth.

However, the girl was thinking about romance. My girlfriend said, "Okay, then let's go to the market together after school to buy groceries, and I'll cook dinner for you, okay?" I didn't really want to go through all that trouble; the most important thing was to make love as soon as possible, but I couldn't just say that out loud. Besides, if my girlfriend cooked dinner, we'd really feel like a young married couple, and that kind of feeling would be nice.

When I saw her after school that afternoon, I was immediately struck by her appearance. She was wearing a light blue, sleeveless, short dress with a V-neck. The dress wasn't super short, but it only covered about two inches above her knees, revealing a bit of her thigh. Although it wasn't very sexy (she doesn't like things too sexy), I was already very happy because "a woman dresses up for the one she loves," which showed how much she valued me. It turned out that after class, she went to her dorm to change into some clothes I liked and also brought some "personal items" (pajamas, underwear, bra...).

Of course, I didn't deliberately ask her about it. When we arrived at the market near my house, I regretted my decision. It wasn't a large place, the aisles were narrow, and the vegetable, fish, and meat vendors were secretly encroaching on some of the space. There were so many people buying groceries that it was incredibly crowded. My girlfriend noticed my frown and asked, "Don't you usually come to the market to buy groceries?" I shook my head and said, "No, usually my mother does it." My girlfriend seemed to want to project an image of a virtuous wife and loving mother in my mind. She expertly squeezed into the market and said, "Then follow me like a child." I retorted, "Who's a child?" But I had no choice but to follow behind her.

Seeing the vegetable, fish, and meat vendors, I understood what "street vendors" meant. Some were shirtless, some had cigarettes dangling from their lips, shouting loudly, and a few were squeezing and pushing their goods around in the crowd. At first, I disliked it, but later I started to like it a little. There were quite a few women there, busy buying groceries. As they jostled around, I would occasionally bump into their round, large buttocks, and sometimes their breasts would unintentionally press against my back. Some of them were even young and beautiful women; they pressed their breasts against my back without even realizing it, causing my penis to bulge in my pants. Just as it did, I bumped into the buttocks of a woman in her thirties in front of me. I never knew the market could be so exciting! But my mother also comes here to buy groceries sometimes. Would she also encounter lecherous men like me?

If so, wouldn't she also be taken advantage of without realizing it? Just as I was thinking about my mother's question, a man in his thirties squeezed past my girlfriend and me. He glanced at my girlfriend out of the corner of his eye, then squeezed in, brushing against her, his hairy arm brushing against her exposed arm. There was also a bald man in his fifties, I think he must have grandchildren by now, and he was still lecherous. After squeezing past us, he seemed unsatisfied and came back to squeeze in again. I saw the back of his hand brush against my girlfriend's round, soft buttocks before he finally walked away, satisfied. Damn it, isn't this karma? I was just shoving other women, and now my girlfriend is being groped.

My girlfriend isn't even a married woman, so of course she's sensitive to these unwanted advances. She kept squirming, trying to get away, but she couldn't. Seeing her being groped, a feeling of humiliation and excitement welled up inside me, so I deliberately didn't care and just followed behind her, watching her being molested. My girlfriend turned around and pulled my hand, drawing me closer to her so that no one could sneak up behind her and touch her buttocks. After walking for a while, we went from holding one hand to holding both: I walked behind her, holding her left hand with my left hand and her left hand with my right hand. Oh, how romantic! But actually, I was holding both her hands, leaving her breasts vulnerable.

Just then, a man in his forties, who was also shopping with his wife, glanced at my girlfriend and, as his wife wasn't looking, casually touched her as he walked past us. I saw her breasts jiggle, and she had to pull back. I walked close behind her, pretending not to notice, and wouldn't let her pull back. As a result, her breasts were forcefully squeezed past him. My girlfriend tried to pull her hands away to protect her breasts, but I wouldn't let her. Of course, I was afraid she would realize I was intentionally humiliating her, so I said, "How about I tie you up like this tonight?" My girlfriend giggled and said, "No!"

I deliberately pinned her hands behind her back and said, "I'm going to tie you up!" She had seen some very erotic Japanese MVCDs with me before and knew I was just playing around, so she sweetly let me hold her hands behind her back. Unbeknownst to her, this posture actually made her chest appear even more prominent. Walking through the crowded market, she was quickly jostled several times, mostly by women buying groceries, but also by several men and vendors carrying goods. Instinctively, she tried to protect herself with her hands, but I grabbed them, leaving her no choice but to endure it. We arrived at a small fish stall. The fishmonger was calling out his wares; I forget how much a fish cost, but I remember it was very cheap. As a result, a large crowd was huddled together, selecting fish. The fishmonger was busy gutting and cleaning the fish, making it difficult for the crowd to disperse, and the crowd grew even larger.

I noticed a large, overweight man in the crowd choosing fish. The other women weren't too close to him, leaving a small empty space next to him. I pushed my girlfriend towards that space, and her chest bumped against the man's thick arm. The man, thinking someone dared to push him, turned around to glare at me, but upon seeing my girlfriend, he immediately turned back nonchalantly to continue choosing, only to find himself further and further squeezed in. My girlfriend's hands were still being held by me. Her left breast had already been touched by that man. She tried to pull away, but I deliberately pretended to be jostled by a crowd behind me, pushing towards my girlfriend. Her breasts were now pressed completely against that man's arm. My girlfriend hurriedly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The man turned around and smiled at her, saying, "It's okay!" What the hell? Of course it's okay! With two fresh breasts on her arm, who would care!

After saying that, the man deliberately pushed his arm back and rubbed it against her, making my girlfriend's breasts wobble. My girlfriend thought she was in the wrong and didn't dare say a word to him. The worst part was that after the man rubbed her arm against her, the first button on her V-neckline came undone. Her already unsexy clothes, now with one button undone, revealed a small patch of her bulging breasts. Seeing my girlfriend being humiliated like this, my penis was rock hard.

My girlfriend didn't want to continue squeezing through the crowd, so she said, "There are fewer people over there, I'll go over there!" She squeezed her way over, pulling her hand away from mine. I inwardly sighed, a little disappointed, thinking the humiliation of my girlfriend was over. Little did I know, the real show was yet to come. My girlfriend picked out fish from the side of the stall; sure enough, there were fewer people there, making it easier to get a good spot. She then proceeded, as if she were very experienced, slowly pulling open the fish's gills to check if they were red (she'd heard red meant fresher), and also to check if they were dyed (because some unscrupulous vendors would dye the gills red to make them look fresh). As she bent down to examine them closely, she was completely unaware that the buttons on her collar had been pushed open. When she bent over, it was easy to see her two round, white breasts through her collar, even her bra was visible. The fishmonger, though busy selling fish, gutting them, and collecting money, kept glancing at my girlfriend's exposed breasts.

Luckily, her breasts were quite large, so they held tightly against her bra, preventing even her nipples from being exposed. I walked behind my girlfriend and discovered that the side of her stall was actually next to a vegetable vendor's stall. The vegetables there were probably too expensive, so not many people came. The vegetable vendor, a man in his forties, wasn't selling vegetables at all; instead, he was sitting on the ground (that's how he sold vegetables), staring blankly at my girlfriend. It turned out she was standing next to him, and his gaze was fixed on her smooth thighs from above. My girlfriend, completely unaware, was still focused on buying fish.

It was summer clothing, and I knew my girlfriend was only wearing a bra and panties under her dress. This loose dress, without a belt, allowed the vendor a complete view from below. My girlfriend certainly wouldn't be wearing stockings in this heat, so they could clearly see the flesh beneath her tight panties. I lightly brushed my hand across the back of her dress, seemingly showing concern, but actually, I subtly pulled the dress up. With her waist bending forward, the hem of the dress rose even higher, and the vendor's mouth was agape, practically drooling. So, my girlfriend and I continued squeezing through the market. Her round bottom was touched several times, intentionally or unintentionally. I wasn't worried about that; what worried me was whether her two large, round breasts would be flattened from all the jostling. We finally made it out, having only bought two kinds of vegetables, two fish, a piece of pork, and a block of tofu.

I also went to the small goods section to buy a bottle of champagne and a box (6 candles) of red candles. Tonight, we'd prepare a candlelight dinner—how romantic! When we got home, it was already past 6 pm, and the sky was getting dark. My girlfriend went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner. She often cooks at her house, so I didn't need to worry. I started setting the table, putting a tablecloth on it, lighting the candles, and drawing the curtains.

The reason I drew the curtains was because our building is over ten years old, and the exterior walls are starting to look old. So, all the owners pooled their money to hire renovation workers to repair the exterior walls and water pipes, and of course, do some painting. Now, bamboo sheds have been erected outside, and in some places, tarpaulins are even covering them. The view from the window is quite unsightly, so how can it be romantic? I had no choice but to draw the curtains to block it out.

My girlfriend brought out dishes of food she had prepared. She cooked quite well; they smelled delicious. After lighting the candles, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, ready to have a big meal. Suddenly, I thought I saw a figure flash past the bathroom window. I thought: That doesn't make sense. It's almost 7 o'clock now; the renovation workers should have left by 6 o'clock at the latest. Who could be outside? So I turned off the bathroom light. The bathroom was dark, which actually made it easier to see outside, while making it harder for people outside to see in. I slightly opened the frosted glass window of the bathroom (the opaque kind). There was no one outside, only a bamboo shed. I thought I was seeing things, but then I suddenly saw lights on in the bathrooms a few floors below. At that moment, a "hissing" sound came from somewhere, and two boys, around eighteen or nineteen years old, appeared out of nowhere and started peeping through the vent of that bathroom!

Oh no, it turns out there are some delinquent teenagers in our neighborhood who like to peep. My heart started pounding, and that strange urge to humiliate my girlfriend resurfaced… We had a romantic dinner, though only my girlfriend found it romantic. She sat beside me, serving me food, and resting her head on my shoulder. We drank a little champagne, and her face turned even redder. As for me, I kept thinking about those two delinquents outside the window, even hoping they wouldn't slip away, and plotting how they could spy on my girlfriend.

When my girlfriend was washing the dishes after dinner, I went back into the bathroom and saw the two shadowy figures still nearby. They were looking around, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

I thought to myself, when my girlfriend comes to shower later, they'll definitely peek through the air vent, but the vent is only a small crack, so they can only see a small part. So I simply opened the frosted glass window too, that way they could see in. After dinner, we cuddled on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Actually, my hand had already inappropriately slipped under her dress to touch her. She giggled and pushed me away, but I slipped it in again, pressing it against her crotch. Her underwear was soaked with moisture. My girlfriend said coquettishly, "No, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't showered yet, aren't you afraid of the smell?" I said, "I'm not afraid!" Then I tried to slip my fingers inside her underwear. She cried out, "No, wait a minute, let me shower first."

I hugged her and said, "Shall we shower together?" She blushed and said, "No, I'm not used to it." My bathroom isn't big, and it probably wouldn't be convenient for the two of us to shower together, so I let her shower by herself, but insisted she not close the bathroom door. She couldn't resist me and had to do as I said. She turned on the bathroom light. The bathroom was brighter than outside, and she was worried I might "attack" her from behind, so she didn't notice that the frosted glass window was just a small opening. I, however, noticed two dark figures quietly hiding behind the window, peering in through the frosted glass. My girlfriend had just taken off her dress, leaving her in only a bra and panties, her beautiful figure on full display. Not only could I see everything, but I imagine the two guys outside also saw everything!

My girlfriend reached behind her back to unhook her bra. I stood at the bathroom door, my heart pounding. Partly because her beautiful breasts were about to spill out, and partly because her breasts were about to be seen by the two boys outside. But then, seeing me staring at her lustfully, my girlfriend said, "Don't look at me like that!" and locked the bathroom door. I was greatly disappointed. A moment later, I could hear the sound of the shower running inside. I went back into the living room and opened the curtains I'd closed while eating. The window on the dining room side was parallel to the bathroom window. I turned off the living room light and peeked out the window again. I could see the two guys still peeking, but they could only take turns. To see together, they'd actually opened the window quite wide, which was normally only slightly ajar. What fucking stupid thieves! If my girlfriend finds out, they'll both be arrested! I went back to the bathroom door and gently unlocked it with a coin (our bathroom door doesn't use a regular lock; it's opened with a metal coin-like knob to prevent accidental lock-ups).

Through the small crack in the bathroom door, I saw the entire bathroom through the large mirror. My girlfriend was showering with the shower curtain drawn, which was semi-transparent, and the light was coming from inside. Her beautiful figure was still faintly visible, and four piercing eyes were peering in through the wide-open window. Damn! They were so openly peeping, while I was only peeking through a crack in the bathroom door, like I was the thief! I was waiting for the shower curtain to open, just like them. When it did, my girlfriend was already wrapped in a towel. I could feel their disappointment. My girlfriend noticed the door was ajar and knew I was watching her, so she deliberately and slowly unwrapped the towel, revealing her two round, large breasts. She gently wiped the water from her hands, shoulders, and breasts with the towel, making them jiggle and bounce, sometimes covered, sometimes exposed. I almost had a nosebleed. She

probably didn't know that besides me admiring her, two other peeping boys were also getting nosebleeds! I think they benefited the most from our house tonight. My girlfriend was probably deliberately trying to provoke me, so she wiped for a long time. When she got to her lower body, her two round buttocks were also revealed, so smooth and cute. Those two peeping boys must have had their fill of looking, right? When I touched her hairy private parts, my girlfriend got a little shy and wouldn't let me see. She turned her body around, turning her back to me so I couldn't see her private parts, but... but by turning around like that, she was facing the window. It's outrageous! Those two peeping boys must have seen through my girlfriend's two swaying breasts and the private parts I was wiping.

It wasn't over yet. My girlfriend casually straddled the edge of the bathtub, rubbing her thigh, but her legs were spread apart. I figured those two peeping boys wouldn't need to look at that not-so-realistic picture of female genitalia in their biology textbook anymore; they'd had their fill tonight! My girlfriend came out in her pajamas, smugly saying, "I knew you were watching me!"

I had nothing to say. What she didn't know was that two other unknown bad boys were also watching her. When it was my turn to shower, I certainly didn't want to be spied on, and besides, there's really nothing interesting about men showering. I saw the two dark figures outside the bathroom had disappeared, and I reached to close the frosted glass window. Suddenly, I yelled, "Damn it!" My hand touched the outside of the window and found a sticky mess. I recognized the smell as semen. Damn their mothers! They were watching my girlfriend shower and even masturbated, making a mess of my window!

My apartment is small, so my girlfriend and I went to my parents' house. My parents' room has a large window. When my girlfriend and I were kissing, she pushed me away and said, "Quick, close the curtains! It'll be bad if someone sees us!" I secretly wanted to be seen, but I said, "No need. There's construction outside anyway, and the tarpaulin covers it. The construction workers have already gone home, so no one will see us." My girlfriend said, "Then if we sleep in late tomorrow, the construction workers will see us when they come to work."

I didn't think I could convince her otherwise, so I closed the curtains, but left a crack in the middle. My girlfriend saw that the entire window was dark outside, but she didn't investigate further. We started kissing again. When my tongue went deep into her mouth, her breathing became rapid, and my hands caressed her breasts through her pajamas. She wasn't wearing a bra, so they felt incredibly soft. I slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, and they slipped off her shoulders, revealing her two round, large breasts in my hands. This wasn't the first time I'd possessed her body, but she was still so beautiful that I was captivated. I gently rubbed her breasts, and her whole body went limp. Her lips slowly slid down from mine, kissing my neck, my bare chest, and then down again.

I knew she was going to serve me, so I half-lay on the bed, letting her slowly kiss my abdomen, my navel, and the thick hair on my lower abdomen. I felt waves of warmth spreading throughout my body from where her lips touched. When my girlfriend pulled down my underwear and kissed my penis, I saw a dark shadow peeking through the gap in the curtains outside the window. My penis immediately and quickly hardened, and my girlfriend's delicate mouth took it into her mouth. I turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim yellow light shone on my girlfriend, making her even more alluring.

I said, "I love watching you suck my cock!" My girlfriend made a soft "hmm" in protest, but continued to suck my penis.

Actually, I didn't just want to see her sucking my penis myself; I also wanted to show it to the two peeping teenagers outside. I gently lifted her hair, revealing her small mouth with my penis in it. I deliberately arched my back, poking my penis in and out of her mouth. If the two boys outside hadn't made love before, they would definitely have nosebleeds, especially seeing my girlfriend, so elegant and beautiful, now shirtless, her breasts swaying, and her mouth full of my penis! When we hugged each other, my girlfriend said, "Don't turn on the light, I'm so shy!"

I said, "Your breasts and ass are so beautiful, what's there to be shy about?" She had nothing to say. I had her sit on my body, and after a while, she slowly let my penis enter her vagina. Thankfully, my penis wasn't short. Lubricated by her vaginal fluids, it went straight into her cervix. Her whole body went limp, swaying weakly. I cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, making her very excited, moaning continuously. Soon I felt her vagina contract several times, squeezing my penis until it felt numb and tingly, almost making me ejaculate. Luckily, I managed to hold back, but she went limp in my arms. I could hear her heart pounding; she must have had an orgasm. I heard her panting, "I...I can't take it anymore, you take over..." As I took the initiative, I thought, "Those two guys outside, I'll give them a good look tonight!" I hugged my girlfriend from behind, sat her on the edge of the bed, and positioned her facing the window. I thrust my penis straight into her from behind, lifting her breasts with both hands, deliberately not covering her nipples, which looked even more beautiful in the dim light. I thought those two outside must be watching and getting aroused again; I hoped they wouldn't ejaculate into my parents' window again.

My girlfriend was exhausted from my fucking, her vagina producing more vaginal fluid, making my thrusts even more loud and rhythmic. But she was too weak; her body was about to collapse. I was originally quite strong, but later all my strength was concentrated on my penis, and I also began to lack the strength to support her. I gritted my teeth, a fierce determination forming in my heart. I picked up my girlfriend and placed her on the windowsill. That way, the two peeping boys outside would only be watching through a pane of glass, and they could see much more clearly. My girlfriend lay on the windowsill like a puppy, letting me penetrate her from behind. I thrust into her forty or fifty times, making her moan incessantly, her upper body bending lower and lower, pressing her breasts against the windowsill. I said, "I'm almost there, hurry up and lift your upper body!"

She tried to lift her upper body, but each time I thrust a few times, she would lean back down. Her hand reached up along the window frame, and when she touched it, she forcefully lifted her upper body, opening the curtains herself. Although she lifted her upper body, she lay limply against the window, her breasts pressed against the frame, sticking out of the open window. I thought those two peeping boys must be dumbfounded. If they had the guts, they could have touched my girlfriend's breasts too.

I couldn't resist any longer and ejaculated into my girlfriend's vagina with a "plop plop" sound... I was so excited and exhausted that I didn't get up until 9 a.m. the next day. The construction workers were already at work, making a clattering noise. My girlfriend came in and said gently, "Little sleepyhead, are you up yet? Your butt's already sunburnt!" She smelled wonderful; she must have showered again. She was wearing thin pajamas, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. My penis immediately became erect again, and I hugged her and started kneading her breasts. She gently scolded, "Stop playing around. I already let you play all over your body last night. Do you want to play again?" I had no choice but to stop messing around. With her half-pushing and half-pulling, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and ate the breakfast she cooked. Breakfast was worse than dinner; the eggs were overcooked, which I didn't like, but under her glare, I had no choice but to eat it obediently.

After breakfast, we started reading. I was in the room, and she was outside in the living room. We agreed not to disturb each other. This was fine, but the construction workers outside kept bothering us. They couldn't put small things in the bamboo shed outside, so they left plastic scraps and nails in our window, then kept calling out, "Hey! Buddy, can you help me with these nails?" I called them a few times, and my face darkened. They didn't dare call me anymore and instead called my girlfriend, saying, "Pretty little sister, can you give me these screws... thank you!"

I heard the construction worker call my girlfriend over ten times. I couldn't stand it anymore and went to tell my girlfriend to ignore them; it was their job, why were they constantly asking for help?! When I got to the living room, another construction worker called my girlfriend to get him some nails. My girlfriend, being a helpful person, didn't complain and gave him the nails from the window. The worker was perched on the edge of the window, and my girlfriend had to stretch her arm quite far to hand them to him. Her shoulder was sticking out of the window, and the window trim was right on her chest, unbuttoning her nightgown. She stretched out a little more, and the nightgown was pulled open, revealing a glimpse of white flesh. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made my heart race. It was easy for her to expose herself like that. No wonder the construction workers kept asking my girlfriend to help them get things.

Seeing this, I didn't stop my girlfriend from helping the construction workers, only telling her to be careful. They were climbing higher and higher, and my girlfriend had to stand on the windowsill to get things for them, and later she had to take a step out to hand them the items. My girlfriend is a little afraid of heights, so I thought she wouldn't be able to climb out. But I was wrong. A little while later, I heard my girlfriend cry out from inside the room. I rushed out to see what was happening, and it turned out that half of her body was outside the window. Her pajamas were caught on the window handle, and her pajama bottoms were caught on the bamboo awning near the window. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem; with a little pulling, the pajamas would tear, and she could get in. But she probably looked down and thought it was too high, so her legs went weak, and she couldn't move. The construction worker who kept asking her for help was now beside her, supporting her and saying, "Don't be afraid, little sister, don't move, I'll help you get inside."

I wanted to help her, but seeing the construction worker unhooking her breasts, I just watched and said, "Shaoxia, be careful, don't move, let the construction worker help you!" My girlfriend was gripping the window frame tightly, while the construction worker unhooked another button on her breast. One button was already off, now two were off, exposing most of one of her breasts. The construction worker was slowly pulling open her pajamas to free them from the hook. I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, it's just a small hook, why pull my girlfriend's pajamas so wide?" But the man continued pulling, until my girlfriend's entire nipple was visible before it was finally freed from the hook.

After my girlfriend saw the hook come loose, she tried to climb through the window, but the construction worker said, "No, you can't go in like that. There's still something hooked on your pajama bottoms. You have to let go of the window frame first!" My girlfriend let go of the window frame, even more frightened. I was inside, she was outside the window, with nowhere to grab onto, so she grabbed the construction worker's arm. The construction worker wrapped his arm around her, holding her upper body. Damn it!

My girlfriend's breasts were pressed against his chest. And that wasn't all; he roughly ripped, tearing a hole in her pajama bottoms and pulling them down, exposing her upper buttocks. He held her buttocks tightly and then slowly helped her through the window. My girlfriend, still shaken, only tugged at her pajama bottoms a little. I said to the construction worker, "Thank you, come in and have some tea."

Then I told my girlfriend to make tea. My girlfriend was grateful to the man, so she quickly went to make tea. When she brought the tea, she handed it to the construction worker, but the two buttons on her blouse weren't fastened yet, so they suddenly came undone, and her large breasts were once again fully exposed to him. The construction worker sat with us for about ten minutes, glancing at my girlfriend several times, before finally climbing out the window with satisfaction to continue working. He didn't ask my girlfriend to help him with anything again.

I was very excited by this unexpected turn of events, especially seeing my girlfriend's breasts seen by this strange man doing manual labor. It was incredibly exciting. I hugged my girlfriend, wanting to make love, but she pushed me away, saying, "We'll do it tonight, don't mess around!"

I placed all my expectations on tonight, Saturday night. I remembered the two peeping boys from last night, and how exciting it was to have my girlfriend on the windowsill last night, only letting her peep at the boys through the window—how exciting! Let's do it again tonight! We had another candlelight dinner, and my excitement grew as I secretly opened the bathroom window again. Hehehe, and I saw the shadowy figures of those two peeping boys reappear! Suddenly, the door opened—my sister was back! My girlfriend hurriedly invited her to dinner, of course canceling the candlelight dinner. It turned out my sister had gone to stay at her close female classmate's house, but they'd had a fight, and she'd come home upset. It's true what they say, "It's easy to meet, but hard to live together."

She was certainly in a bad mood, but my mood plummeted too: my sister was back, and my girlfriend and I couldn't be as wild as we were last night! But there was no other way, so we went ahead with dinner and brought out the champagne again. My sister, who had been in a bad mood, cheered up after a few glasses of champagne, and she and my girlfriend happily ate dinner, continuing to drink champagne. Aside from the sips my girlfriend and I had taken yesterday, the three of us finished the whole bottle. Champagne doesn't have a high alcohol content, but after drinking so much, their faces were flushed, and they were unsteady on their feet. I thought to myself, "Great, great, my sister's a little tipsy, so my girlfriend and I can continue our craziness from last night." Sure enough, not long after dinner, my sister started to get sleepy. She said, "I'm going to take a shower first. You two can continue your lovey-dovey, I won't bother you!" My girlfriend called my sister-in-law "sister-in-law," which made her a little embarrassed.

After my sister occupied the bathroom, I suddenly remembered that the bathroom window was still open! I had originally intended to expose my girlfriend, but I didn't want to expose my sister. I thought, "My sister is used to living here, she should know to close the window." But I was still worried, so I looked out the dining room window towards the bathroom. Sure enough, those two dark figures were squatting outside our bathroom again, with the window open. My sister was probably a little out of it from drinking champagne, so she didn't notice whether the window was open or not.

They were peering so intently inside. Although I had no interest in incest, the thought of them peeping at my sister's naked body made my penis hard, and I muttered curses under my breath: "Fuck! Fuck!..." Suddenly, my girlfriend said behind me, "Fei, what are you looking at?" I was terrified, almost letting her discover my secret. I quickly said, "Nothing, I just drank too much champagne and feel a little nauseous, I want to throw up." She said, "You're bad, throwing up through the window, no manners at all!" Then she ignored me and continued watching TV on the sofa, and I breathed a sigh of relief. After

my sister finished showering, she went to her room to sleep, and then it was my girlfriend's turn to shower. The two peeping boys naturally got their fill of voyeurism again. However, this time my girlfriend wouldn't leave the door half-open for me, because my sister was home, and it wouldn't be good for her to see. Finally, it was my turn to shower. After I finished, my girlfriend was probably a little drunk and had actually fallen asleep. I touched her and rubbed her, and she said half-asleep, "Don't touch me, Fei, I'm so tired..." Her eyes were completely closed.

I was at my wit's end with her. I wanted to have another round with her, but she succumbed to sleepiness. I had no choice but to suppress my lust and fall asleep, clutching my throbbing, slightly aching penis. A little while later, I felt a strange commotion in my sleep. I half-opened my eyes and was startled to see two dark figures creeping in through the window. I remembered that I had left the window open again tonight, intending to expose my girlfriend's lovemaking to the peeping boys. But perhaps they waited and waited, and we didn't make love, and they were both asleep. I heard one of them say, "Aren't you afraid of waking them up?" The other replied, "No, didn't you see they've both been drinking tonight? My dad doesn't wake up until after midnight when he's drunk."

Damn it! Those two ungrateful kids. To be honest, it was a little scary to have people break into my house, but they seemed clumsy and didn't look like seasoned thieves. I was on the inside of the bed, and in the darkness, I could clearly see their movements, but they couldn't see me. So I continued to pretend to be asleep.

One of them hid under the bed, while the other reached out and shook my foot before quickly hiding again. I didn't move. The man then shook my girlfriend, but she didn't move either. He said, "I told you, they're all drunk!" They seemed very young, and like the saying goes, "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger," so they calmly stood up and pulled back the thin blanket covering my girlfriend. One of them slowly and gently placed his hands on my girlfriend's breasts, while the other seemed a little scared and retreated to watch.

Seeing that my girlfriend didn't react, the boy in front gently kneaded her breasts, saying, "She's really hot, she's not wearing a bra! I can even feel her nipples. Come on, let me touch this one." The other slowly reached out, about to touch her other breast, when my girlfriend murmured in her sleep, "Don't touch me, Afei..." Startled, they both withdrew their hands and squatted down.

My girlfriend turned her body away and didn't move anymore. After a long while, the two men stood up again. One said, "She's just having a nightmare, don't be afraid! I told you my dad won't sober up until after midnight, it's only 11 o'clock now, don't be scared!" The other nodded, and then they tiptoed in front of my girlfriend, doing something I didn't see, probably touching her breasts or unbuttoning her clothes. A little while later, my girlfriend said "Oh" again. This time they didn't squat down, but took a step back. My girlfriend turned over to face up, and that's when I saw that her pajamas were completely unbuttoned and pulled back to the sides, her two large breasts sticking out in the air, and I saw that her nipples were still erect.

My heart was pounding. The previous times I had humiliated my girlfriend, it was all deliberately arranged by myself. This time was different. I didn't know these two eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys. Letting my girlfriend be humiliated by these strangers in the house was incredibly exciting. The two men paused briefly, and seeing that my girlfriend still wasn't moving, they pulled down her loose pajama bottoms. One of them said, "Great, she's not wearing underwear!" My girlfriend's private parts were exposed to them again, but it was too dark in the room for them to see clearly, though they had already looked at her naked body repeatedly while she was showering. I saw one of them reach down and touch my girlfriend's private parts, moving further and further down. My girlfriend let out a soft "hmm" again, and he didn't move. After a while, seeing that my girlfriend still hadn't woken up, he started touching and rubbing again. My girlfriend let out another soft "hmm," and this time he didn't stop, making my girlfriend twist her waist a few times before he withdrew his hand. The man said, "Look, she's made me wet. Usually, when she's wet like this, it's time to go. My ex-girlfriend made me wet, and then I could go have sex with her." It seems this guy is an older brother, still teaching his apprentice!

Another one said, "No way, it'll be terrible if we wake her up!" The first one said, "No, look at me..." After saying that, he unzipped his pants and underwear, and asked the other one to hold them for him. In the darkness, I could see that his erect penis wasn't very big, but it seemed very excited, trembling in the air. He pulled my girlfriend's leg off the edge of the bed down, making her droop, so that her vagina would definitely be open. He brought his penis close, as if rubbing it against my girlfriend's vagina. Because it was so close, I could only see a dark shadow and couldn't see clearly. I could only guess what he was doing by the vibration of the bed.

I felt the bed vibrate twice, and my girlfriend suddenly made two "gurgling" sounds in her throat. The man was pressing down on her lower abdomen. My girlfriend said intermittently, "Afei... I told you not to... but you insisted... doing this..." It turned out that she hadn't opened her eyes and thought that I was the one riding on her. She even took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and bend her legs to wrap around his rather thick waist. The man was initially frightened by her embrace and didn't dare move much, but seeing that she was actually cooperating, he started thrusting.

My girlfriend must have been quite wet, because the thrusting was very loud. I was so close, watching my girlfriend being violated by this uninvited guest, and I felt a strange mix of heartache and pleasure. I didn't dare move, just let my penis grow bigger. The man thrust in and out of my girlfriend's vagina about twenty times, then stopped and ejaculated. It seemed this young man was all show and no substance, or maybe he was too stimulated and couldn't last long. My girlfriend went limp and continued to lie on her side. I thought the other one would come and have sex with my girlfriend too, but after the first one put on his pants, they climbed out the window together. I really don't know what those teenagers are thinking these days.

After they were all gone, I covered my girlfriend with the blanket. I didn't need to clean up, because she would think I was just having sex with her secretly at night. My girlfriend's breasts were pressed against my hands, and I relived the scene of those two boys climbing in through the window and assaulting her. My penis hardened instantly, and I spread her legs, thrusting into her warm little hole. Even in her sleep, she managed limited "mmm" and "oh" sounds. Perhaps because the stimulation had been too prolonged, I, like those men, ejaculated after only a few dozen thrusts. My poor girlfriend, covered in two men's semen, didn't reach orgasm either. Maybe it was the champagne, but she ignored me and went back to sleep. My penis was sticky, especially inside my girlfriend's vagina, which was covered in another man's semen—it felt a little disgusting. I got out of bed, dressed, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Passing by my sister's room, I heard a lot of noise coming from inside. I pressed my ear to the door, and heard a male voice inside: "You did the first one, now it's my turn." Another voice said, "Okay, but I want to do her on top." The first one said again, "I didn't expect to have so many successes these past few days; tonight I can kill two birds with one stone." Then I heard my sister

making "mmm" sounds. This was outrageous! It turned out that the two of them hadn't left; instead, they had climbed back in through the window of my sister's room. This was terrible! If my sister was raped, how could I explain it to my parents? I deliberately made footsteps outside, but there was no sound inside. I thought they would be scared away.

But after a while, a male voice inside said, "It's alright, just passing by." After that, there was another commotion, and my sister started panting again. I had no choice but to knock on the door and say, "Sister, are you alright?" There was silence again, and after a while, I heard the sounds of pushing open and climbing through the window. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I had to check on my sister, so I found the spare key in the drawer in the living room and gently opened her bedroom door. It was quiet inside, and she was well covered with the blanket. I turned on the light, and sure enough, they had climbed in through the window. My sister had been too careless; she hadn't locked the window frame properly. I saw that although she was covered with the blanket, there were her pajamas, underwear, and bra by her bedside. My heart pounded. My sister was probably completely naked under the blanket, but I still had to help her get dressed. Otherwise, things would get out of hand the next morning, and it might even expose me for assaulting my girlfriend. I didn't know where I, my girlfriend, my sister, or even my parents would put our faces. I gently lifted the blanket, and as I expected, she was completely naked. Her breasts were quite large, and her legs were open. Her vulva was red, indicating that she had indeed been violated by those two delinquents. Luckily, she had a boyfriend, so she wasn't a virgin anymore, which would prevent a major disaster.

She was still heavily intoxicated and hadn't woken up. When I dressed her, especially when putting on her underwear and bra, my fingers inevitably brushed against her round buttocks and firm breasts. I was terrified she'd wake up and think I was doing something inappropriate, which would escalate the situation. Luckily, everything went smoothly. After I finished, I turned off the lights and closed the door, pretending nothing had happened. The consequences of this act of humiliating my girlfriend were unexpected; I almost lost my sister too. So, fellow perverts, if you're going to humiliate your girlfriend, plan ahead. Don't do what I did and expose them to dangerous situations. If something serious happens, like your family being raped, it'll be a disaster.

Living in the city, before marriage and owning your own place, it's incredibly difficult to have a romantic getaway with your girlfriend. Traveling can certainly solve this problem, allowing you to spend several nights alone together, talking and making love, but you can't travel too often. When I was a student, my limited allowance only allowed for one or two trips at most. Fellow lovers, do you have any recommendations for a way to spend precious time alone with your girlfriend that's both economical and allows you to enjoy some alone time together? Please don't suggest renting a love hotel; respectable girls would never go there. The cheapest option would be at home, but with my parents and sister there, it's difficult to wait until they're all out. Even when they're not there, I'm always worried they might suddenly come back, so it's not always a truly carefree and enjoyable experience.

Last year, one Friday, my dad suddenly had to go on a business trip. It was a semi-tourist trip; he left on Friday and wouldn't be back until Sunday, and he could bring a relative along. My mom was naturally happy to go too. (To be honest, they'd been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. At home, my sister and I are older now, and they don't dare to be too loud when they're making love in their room. I guess they share my feelings of unease?) My sister said she didn't have class on Saturday, so after school on Friday, she went to stay at a close female classmate's house for two nights, also returning on Sunday. For me, this was fantastic news!

It meant I could finally spend a warm and enjoyable weekend alone with my girlfriend. I saw my girlfriend at university on Friday during the day. After some persuasion, she finally agreed to come and "live with" me Friday night. I was overjoyed, of course, and my mind was already racing with plans for making love that night. Ideally, we'd shower together, and then... hahaha, I think my expression at that moment was like Dr. IQ's lewd look when he thought of Professor Yamabuki, with drool practically dripping from his mouth.

But the girl was thinking about romance. She said, "Okay, then let's go to the market together after school, and I'll cook dinner for you, okay?" I didn't really want to go through all that trouble; the most important thing was to make love as soon as possible. But I couldn't just say that out loud. Besides, if my girlfriend cooked dinner, we'd really feel like a young married couple, and that kind of feeling wouldn't be bad either.

When I saw her after school that afternoon, I was immediately struck by her appearance. She was wearing a light blue, sleeveless, short dress with a V-neck. The dress wasn't super short, but it only covered about two inches above her knees, revealing a bit of her thigh. Although it wasn't particularly sexy (she doesn't like things too sexy), I was already very happy, because "a woman dresses up for the one she loves," which showed how much she valued me. It turned out that after class, she went to her dorm to change into some clothes I liked and also to bring some "personal items" (pajamas, underwear, bra...).

Of course, I didn't deliberately ask her about it. When we arrived at the vegetable market near my house, I regretted my decision. The place wasn't big, and the aisles were narrow. The vegetable vendors, fishmongers, and butchers were also secretly encroaching on some of the aisle space. There were so many people buying vegetables that it was incredibly crowded. Seeing me frown, my girlfriend said, "Don't you usually come to the market to buy groceries?" I shook my head and said, "No, my mom usually does it." My girlfriend seemed to want to establish an image of a virtuous wife and loving mother in my mind, so she skillfully squeezed into the market and said, "Then follow me like a child." I said unhappily, "Who's a child?" But I had no choice but to follow behind her.

Seeing the vegetable vendors, fishmongers, and butchers, I understood what "street hustlers" meant. Some were shirtless, some had cigarettes dangling from their lips, shouting loudly, and a few were pushing and shoving through the crowd, moving their goods back and forth. At first, I disliked it, but later I started to like it a little because there were quite a few women there, busy buying groceries. As they jostled around, I would occasionally bump into their round, large buttocks, their breasts unintentionally pressing against my back. Some were even young and beautiful women; they pressed their breasts against my back without even realizing it, causing my penis to bulge in my pants. Just as it bulged, I would bump into the buttocks of a woman in her thirties in front of me. So this is what the market is like! But my mother also comes here to buy groceries sometimes. Will she also encounter lecherous men like me?

If so, won't she also be taken advantage of without even realizing it? Just as I was thinking about my mother's question, a man in his thirties squeezed past my girlfriend and me. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then squeezed right up to her, his hairy arm brushing against her exposed arm. Then there was a bald man in his fifties—I guess he must have grandchildren by now, and he was still lecherous. After squeezing past us, he seemed unsatisfied and squeezed in again. I saw the back of his hand brush against my girlfriend's round, soft buttocks before he finally left, satisfied. Damn it, isn't this karma? I just squeezed past other women, and now my girlfriend is being groped.

My girlfriend isn't married, so of course she's sensitive to these unwanted advances. She kept squirming, trying to get away, but couldn't. Seeing her being groped, a feeling of humiliation and excitement welled up inside me, so I deliberately ignored her, just following behind her, watching her being molested. My girlfriend turned around, grabbed my hand, and pulled me closer to her so that no one could sneak up behind her and touch her butt. We walked for a while, and what started as holding one hand eventually became holding both: I walked behind her, holding her left hand with my left hand and her left hand with my right hand. Oh, how romantic! But actually, I was holding both of her hands, leaving her breasts vulnerable. Just

then, a man in his forties, who was also shopping with his wife, glanced at my girlfriend and, when his wife wasn't looking, casually touched her breast as he walked past us. I saw her breasts bounce slightly, and she had to pull back. I walked close behind her, pretending not to notice, and stubbornly prevented her from pulling back. As a result, her breasts were forcefully squeezed by the man. My girlfriend tried to free her hands to protect her breasts, but I wouldn't let her. Of course, I was afraid she'd realize I was intentionally humiliating her, so I said, "How about I tie you up like this tonight?" My girlfriend giggled and said, "No!"

I deliberately pinned her hands behind her back and said, "I'm going to tie you up!" She had watched some very erotic Japanese MVCDs with me before, and knew I was just playing around, but she sweetly let me hold her hands behind her back. She didn't realize that this position actually made her breasts stand out even more. Walking through the crowded market, she was quickly jostled several times, mostly by women buying groceries, but also by several men and vendors carrying goods. She instinctively tried to protect herself with her hands, but I held them firmly, leaving her no choice but to endure it helplessly. We arrived at a small fish stall. The fishmonger was calling out his wares, and I forget how much a fish cost, but I remember it was very cheap. As a result, a large crowd was huddled together, selecting fish. The fishmonger was also busy gutting and cleaning the fish for the customers, so the crowd didn't easily disperse, and it just kept getting bigger and bigger.

I saw a large, fat man in the crowd choosing fish. The other women weren't too close to him, so there was a small empty space next to him. I pushed my girlfriend towards that space, and her chest bumped into the man's thick arm. The man thought someone dared to push him and turned around to glare at him, but when he saw my girlfriend, he immediately turned back nonchalantly to continue choosing fish, but he kept getting closer and closer to her. My girlfriend's hands were still being held by me. Her left breast had already been touched by the man. She tried to pull away, but I deliberately pretended to be jostled by a crowd behind me, pushing towards my girlfriend. Her breasts were now pressed completely against the man's arm. My girlfriend hurriedly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The man turned around and smiled at her, saying, "It's okay!" What the hell? Of course it's okay! With two fresh breasts on her arm, who would care!

After saying that, the man deliberately pushed his arm back, rubbing it against her breasts, making them wobble. My girlfriend thought she was in the wrong and didn't dare say a word to him. The worst part was that the first button on her V-neckline came undone from the man's rubbing. Her already unsexy clothes, now with one button undone, revealed a small patch of her breasts. Seeing my girlfriend being humiliated like this, my penis was rock hard. My girlfriend

didn't want to continue pushing and shoving, so she said, "There are fewer people over there, I'll go over there!" She pushed her way over, pulling her hands away from mine. I inwardly groaned, a little disappointed, thinking the humiliation of my girlfriend was over. Little did I know, the real show was yet to come. My girlfriend was selecting fish from the side of the stall; sure enough, there were fewer people there, making it easier to squeeze into a good spot. She then proceeded, as if she were an expert, slowly pulling open the fish's gills to check if they were red (she'd heard red meant fresher), and to see if they were dyed (because some unscrupulous vendors would dye the gills red to make them look fresh). As she bent down to examine them closely, she was completely unaware that the buttons on her collar had been pushed open. As she leaned forward, her two round, white breasts were easily visible through her collar, even her bra was visible. The fishmonger, though busy selling fish, gutting them, and collecting money, kept glancing at my girlfriend's exposed breasts.

Luckily, her breasts were quite large, so they clung tightly to her bra, preventing her nipples from being completely exposed. I walked behind my girlfriend and discovered that the side of her stall was actually next to a vegetable vendor's stall. The vegetables there were probably too expensive, so not many people came. The vegetable vendor, a man in his forties, wasn't selling vegetables at all; instead, he was sitting on the ground (that's how he sold vegetables), staring blankly at my girlfriend. It turned out she was standing next to him, and his gaze was fixed on her smooth thighs from above. My girlfriend, completely unaware, was still focused on buying fish.

It was summer clothing, and I knew my girlfriend was only wearing a bra and panties under her dress. This loose dress, without a belt, allowed the vendor a complete view from below. My girlfriend certainly wouldn't be wearing stockings in this heat, so they could clearly see the flesh beneath her tight panties. I lightly brushed my hand across the back of her dress, seemingly showing concern, but actually, I subtly pulled the dress up. With her waist bending forward, the hem of the dress rose even higher, and the vendor's mouth was agape, practically drooling. So, my girlfriend and I continued squeezing through the market. Her round bottom was touched several times, intentionally or unintentionally. I wasn't worried about that; what worried me was whether her two large, round breasts would be flattened from all the jostling. We finally made it out, having only bought two kinds of vegetables, two fish, a piece of pork, and a block of tofu.

I also went to the small goods section to buy a bottle of champagne and a box (6 candles) of red candles. Tonight, we'd prepare a candlelight dinner—how romantic! When we got home, it was already past 6 pm, and the sky was getting dark. My girlfriend went into the kitchen to start cooking dinner. She often cooks at her house, so I didn't need to worry. I started setting the table, putting a tablecloth on it, lighting the candles, and drawing the curtains.

The reason I drew the curtains was because our building is over ten years old, and the exterior walls are starting to look old. So, all the owners pooled their money to hire renovation workers to repair the exterior walls and water pipes, and of course, do some painting. Now, bamboo sheds have been erected outside, and in some places, tarpaulins are even covering them. The view from the window is quite unsightly, so how can it be romantic? I had no choice but to draw the curtains to block it out.

My girlfriend brought out dishes of food she had prepared. She cooked quite well; they smelled delicious. After lighting the candles, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, ready to have a big meal. Suddenly, I thought I saw a figure flash past the bathroom window. I thought: That doesn't make sense. It's almost 7 o'clock now; the renovation workers should have left by 6 o'clock at the latest. Who could be outside? So I turned off the bathroom light. The bathroom was dark, which actually made it easier to see outside, while making it harder for people outside to see in. I slightly opened the frosted glass window of the bathroom (the opaque kind). There was no one outside, only a bamboo shed. I thought I was seeing things, but then I suddenly saw someone turn on the lights in the bathrooms on the floors below. At that moment, there was a "hissing" sound, and two boys who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old appeared out of nowhere and hid on the ventilation window of that bathroom to peek!

This is terrible. It turns out there are some delinquent teenagers in our neighborhood who like to peep. My heart pounded unconsciously, and that strange urge to humiliate my girlfriend resurfaced… We had a romantic dinner, though only my girlfriend found it romantic. She sat beside me, serving me food, and resting her head on my shoulder. We drank a little champagne, and her face flushed even more. As for me, my mind was preoccupied with those two delinquents outside the window. I even hoped they wouldn't slip away, and I was plotting how to get them to spy on my girlfriend.

When my girlfriend was washing the dishes after dinner, I went back into the bathroom and noticed the two shadowy figures were still nearby. They were looking around, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

I thought that when my girlfriend came to shower, they would definitely peek through the skylight, but the skylight was only a small crack, so they could only see a small part. So I simply opened the frosted glass window as well, so they could see right in. After dinner, we cuddled on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Actually, my hand had already slipped under her dress and started touching her. She giggled and pushed me away, but I went back in and touched her again, pressing against her crotch. Her underwear was soaked with moisture. My girlfriend said coquettishly, "No, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't showered yet, aren't you afraid of the smell?" I said, "I'm not afraid!" Then I tried to slip my fingers inside her underwear. She cried out, "No, wait a minute, let me shower first."

I hugged her and said, "Shall we shower together?" She blushed and said, "No, I'm not used to it." My bathroom isn't big, and it probably wouldn't be convenient for us to shower together, so I let her shower by herself, but insisted she not close the bathroom door. She couldn't resist my insistence and did as I said. She turned on the bathroom light; the bathroom was brighter than outside. Worried I might "attack" her from behind, she didn't notice the frosted glass window was open, revealing a small space. I noticed two dark figures lurking behind the window, peering through the frosted glass. Just then, my girlfriend took off her dress, leaving her in only a bra and panties, her beautiful figure on full display. Not only could I see it, but I imagine the two boys outside also saw it!

My girlfriend reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Standing at the bathroom door, my heart pounded. Partly because her beautiful breasts were about to spill out, and partly because her breasts were about to be seen by the two boys outside. But when my girlfriend saw me staring at her lustfully, she said, "Don't look at me like that!" Then she locked the bathroom door. I was greatly disappointed; a moment later, I could hear the sound of the shower running inside. I went back into the living room and opened the curtains I'd closed while eating. The window on the dining room side was parallel to the bathroom window. I turned off the living room light and peeked out the window again. I could see the two guys still peeking, but they could only take turns. To see together, they'd actually opened the window quite wide, which was normally only slightly ajar. What fucking stupid thieves! If my girlfriend finds out, they'll both be arrested! I went back to the bathroom door and gently unlocked it with a coin (our bathroom door doesn't use a regular lock; it's opened with a metal coin-like knob to prevent accidental lock-ups).

Through the small crack in the bathroom door, I saw the entire bathroom through the large mirror. My girlfriend was showering with the shower curtain drawn, which was semi-transparent, and the light was coming from inside. Her beautiful figure was still faintly visible, and four piercing eyes were peering in through the wide-open window. Damn! They were so openly peeping, while I was only peeking through a crack in the bathroom door, like I was the thief! I was waiting for the shower curtain to open, just like them. When it did, my girlfriend was already wrapped in a towel. I could feel their disappointment. My girlfriend noticed the door was ajar and knew I was watching her, so she deliberately and slowly unwrapped the towel, revealing her two round, large breasts. She gently wiped the water from her hands, shoulders, and breasts with the towel, making them jiggle and bounce, sometimes covered, sometimes exposed. I almost had a nosebleed. She

probably didn't know that besides me admiring her, two other peeping boys were also getting nosebleeds! I think they benefited the most from our house tonight. My girlfriend was probably deliberately trying to provoke me, so she wiped for a long time. When she got to her lower body, her two round buttocks were also revealed, so smooth and cute. Those two peeping boys must have had their fill of looking, right? When I touched her hairy private parts, my girlfriend got a little shy and wouldn't let me see. She turned her body, turning her back to me so I couldn't see her private parts, but... but that turn meant she was facing the window. It was outrageous! Those two peeping boys must have seen everything—her swaying breasts and the private parts she was wiping. And

that wasn't all. My girlfriend also casually straddled the edge of the bathtub, wiping her thigh, but her posture left her legs apart. I figured those two peeping boys wouldn't need to look at that not-so-realistic illustration of female genitalia in their biology textbooks anymore; they'd have their fill tonight! My girlfriend came out in her pajamas, smugly saying, "I knew you were peeping!"

I had nothing to say. What she didn't know was that two other unknown bad boys were also peeping at her. When it was my turn to shower, I certainly didn't want to be spied on, and besides, there's really nothing interesting about men showering. I saw that the two dark figures outside the bathroom had disappeared. I reached out to close the frosted glass window, and suddenly I yelled, "Damn it!" My hand touched the outside of the window and found a sticky mess. I could tell it was semen. Damn their mothers! They were watching my girlfriend shower and got masturbating, and they even messed up my window like this!

My apartment is small, so my girlfriend and I went to my parents' house. My parents' room has a big window. When my girlfriend and I were kissing, she pushed me away and said, "Quickly close the curtains, it's not good if someone sees us!" I actually wanted to be seen, but I said, "No need, there's construction outside anyway, and the tarpaulin covers it. The construction workers have already gone home, no one will see us." My girlfriend said, "Then if we sleep in late tomorrow, the construction workers will see us when they come to work."

I didn't think I could convince her, so I closed the curtains, but left a gap in the middle. My girlfriend saw that the whole window was dark outside, but she didn't check whether it was closed properly. We kissed again. As my tongue penetrated her mouth, her breathing quickened, and my hands caressed her breasts through her pajamas. She wasn't wearing a bra, so they felt incredibly soft. I slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, pulling them down from her shoulders, revealing her two round, large breasts in my hands. This wasn't the first time I'd possessed her body, but she was still so beautiful, captivating me completely. I gently rubbed her breasts, and her whole body went limp. Her lips slid slowly down my body, kissing my neck, my bare chest, and then down again.

I knew she wanted to serve me, so I half-reclined on the bed, letting her slowly kiss my abdomen, my navel, and the thick hair on my lower abdomen. I felt waves of warmth spreading throughout my body from where her lips touched. When my girlfriend pulled down my underwear and kissed my penis, I saw a dark shadow peeking through the gap in the curtains outside the window. My penis immediately hardened, and my girlfriend's small mouth took it into her mouth. I turned on the bedside lamp, its dim light casting a warm glow on my girlfriend, making her even more alluring.

I said, "I love watching you suck my cock!" My girlfriend gave a soft "hmm" in protest, but continued sucking my penis.

Actually, I didn't just want to see her sucking my penis myself; I wanted to show it to the two peeping teenagers outside. I gently lifted her hair, revealing her small mouth sucking my penis. I deliberately thrust my hips forward, poking my penis in and out of her mouth. If those two teenagers hadn't had sex before, they'd definitely have nosebleeds, especially seeing my girlfriend, so elegant and beautiful, now shirtless, her breasts swaying, and a penis in her mouth! When we hugged each other, my girlfriend said, "Don't turn on the light, I'm so shy!"

I said, "Your breasts and ass are so beautiful, what's there to be shy about?" She had nothing to say. I had her sit on my body, and after a while, she slowly let my penis enter her vagina. Sure enough, my penis wasn't short. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, it went straight into her cervix. Her whole body went limp, swaying weakly. I cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, making her very excited, and she moaned continuously. Soon I felt her vagina contract several times, squeezing my penis until it felt numb and tingly, almost making me ejaculate. Luckily, I managed to hold back, but she went limp in my arms. I could hear her heart pounding; she must have had an orgasm. I heard her panting, "I...I can't take it anymore, you take over..." As I took the initiative, I thought, "Those two guys outside, I'll give them a good look tonight!" I hugged my girlfriend from behind, sat her on the edge of the bed, and positioned her facing the window. I thrust my penis straight into her from behind, lifting her breasts with both hands, deliberately not covering her nipples, which looked even more beautiful in the dim light. I thought those two outside must be watching and getting aroused again; I hoped they wouldn't ejaculate into my parents' window again.

My girlfriend was exhausted from my fucking, her vagina producing more vaginal fluid, making my thrusts even more loud and rhythmic. But she was too weak; her body was about to collapse. I was originally quite strong, but later all my strength was concentrated on my penis, and I also began to lack the strength to support her. I gritted my teeth, a fierce determination forming in my heart. I picked up my girlfriend and placed her on the windowsill. That way, the two peeping boys outside would only be watching through a pane of glass, and they could see much more clearly. My girlfriend lay on the windowsill like a puppy, letting me penetrate her from behind. I thrust into her forty or fifty times, making her moan incessantly, her upper body bending lower and lower, pressing her breasts against the windowsill. I said, "I'm almost there, hurry up and lift your upper body!"

She tried to lift her upper body, but each time I thrust a few times, she would lean back down. Her hand reached up along the window frame, and when she touched it, she forcefully lifted her upper body, opening the curtains herself. Although she lifted her upper body, she lay limply against the window, her breasts pressed against the frame, sticking out of the open window. I thought those two peeping boys must be dumbfounded. If they had the guts, they could have touched my girlfriend's breasts too.

I couldn't resist any longer and ejaculated into my girlfriend's vagina with a "plop plop" sound... I was so excited and exhausted that I didn't get up until 9 a.m. the next day. The construction workers were already at work, making a clattering noise. My girlfriend came in and said gently, "Little sleepyhead, are you up yet? Your butt's already sunburnt!" She smelled wonderful; she must have showered again. She was wearing thin pajamas, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. My penis immediately became erect again, and I hugged her and started kneading her breasts. She gently scolded, "Stop playing around. I already let you play all over your body last night. Do you want to play again?" I had no choice but to stop messing around. With her half-pushing and half-pulling, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and ate the breakfast she cooked. Breakfast was worse than dinner; the eggs were overcooked, which I didn't like, but under her glare, I had no choice but to eat it obediently.

After breakfast, we started reading. I was in the room, and she was outside in the living room. We agreed not to disturb each other. This was fine, but the construction workers outside kept bothering us. They couldn't put small things in the bamboo shed outside, so they left plastic scraps and nails in our window, then kept calling out, "Hey! Buddy, can you help me with these nails?" I called them a few times, and my face darkened. They didn't dare call me anymore and instead called my girlfriend, saying, "Pretty little sister, can you give me these screws... thank you!"

I heard the construction worker call my girlfriend over ten times. I couldn't stand it anymore and went to tell my girlfriend to ignore them; it was their job, why were they constantly asking for help?! When I got to the living room, another construction worker called my girlfriend to get him some nails. My girlfriend, being a helpful person, didn't complain and gave him the nails from the window. The worker was perched on the edge of the window, and my girlfriend had to stretch her arm quite far to hand them to him. Her shoulder was sticking out of the window, and the window trim was right on her chest, unbuttoning her nightgown. She stretched out a little more, and the nightgown was pulled open, revealing a glimpse of white flesh. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made my heart race. It was easy for her to expose herself like that. No wonder the construction workers kept asking my girlfriend to help them get things.

Seeing this, I didn't stop my girlfriend from helping the construction workers, only telling her to be careful. They were climbing higher and higher, and my girlfriend had to stand on the windowsill to get things for them, and later she had to take a step out to hand them the items. My girlfriend is a little afraid of heights, so I thought she wouldn't be able to climb out. But I was wrong. A little while later, I heard my girlfriend cry out from inside the room. I rushed out to see, and it turned out that half of her body was outside the window. Her pajamas were caught on the window handle, and her pajama bottoms were caught on the bamboo awning near the window. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem; with a little pulling, the pajamas would tear, and she could get back in. But she probably looked down and thought it was too high, so her legs went weak, and she couldn't move. The construction worker who kept asking her for help had come to her side and was supporting her, saying, "Don't be afraid, little sister, don't move, I'll help you get inside."

I wanted to help her too, but when I saw the construction worker's hands unhooking something on her chest, I just watched and said, "Shaoxia, be careful, don't move, let the construction worker help you!" My girlfriend was gripping the window frame tightly with both hands, while the construction worker's hands were unhooking another button on her chest. One button was already off, now two were off, and most of one of my girlfriend's breasts was exposed. The construction worker was still slowly pulling open her nightgown to get it off the hook. I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, it's just a small hook, do you have to pull my girlfriend's nightgown so wide?" But the man continued to pull, and in the end, my girlfriend's entire nipple was visible before it was finally off the hook.

After my girlfriend saw the hook come loose, she tried to climb through the window, but the construction worker said, "No, you can't go in like that. There's still something hooked on your pajama bottoms. You have to let go of the window frame first!" My girlfriend let go of the window frame, even more frightened. I was inside, she was outside the window, with nowhere to grab onto, so she grabbed the construction worker's arm. The construction worker wrapped his arm around her, holding her upper body. Damn it!

My girlfriend's breasts were pressed against his chest. And that wasn't all; he roughly ripped, tearing a hole in her pajama bottoms and pulling them down, exposing her upper buttocks. He held her buttocks tightly and then slowly helped her through the window. My girlfriend, still shaken, only tugged at her pajama bottoms a little. I said to the construction worker, "Thank you, come in and have some tea."

Then I told my girlfriend to make tea. My girlfriend was grateful to the man, so she quickly went to make tea. When she brought the tea, she handed it to the construction worker, but the two buttons on her blouse weren't fastened yet, so they suddenly came undone, and her large breasts were once again fully exposed to him. The construction worker sat with us for about ten minutes, glancing at my girlfriend several times, before finally climbing out the window with satisfaction to continue working. He didn't ask my girlfriend to help him with anything again.

I was very excited by this unexpected turn of events, especially seeing my girlfriend's breasts seen by this strange man doing manual labor. It was incredibly exciting. I hugged my girlfriend, wanting to make love, but she pushed me away, saying, "We'll do it tonight, don't mess around!"

I placed all my expectations on tonight, Saturday night. I remembered the two peeping boys from last night, and how exciting it was to have my girlfriend on the windowsill last night, only letting her peep at the boys through the window—how exciting! Let's do it again tonight! We had another candlelight dinner, and my excitement grew as I secretly opened the bathroom window again. Hehehe, and I saw the shadowy figures of those two peeping boys reappear! Suddenly, the door opened—my sister was back! My girlfriend was busy inviting her to dinner, so of course the candlelight dinner was canceled. It turned out that my sister had gone to stay at the house of her close female classmate and they had a fight. She was in a bad mood and went home. It's true what they say, "It's easy to meet, but hard to live together."

She was clearly in a bad mood, but my mood plummeted as well: my sister was back, meaning my girlfriend and I couldn't be as wild as we were last night! But there was no other way, so we had to continue with dinner and bring out the champagne again. My sister, who had been in a bad mood, cheered up after a few glasses of champagne, and she and my girlfriend happily ate dinner, continuing to drink champagne. Aside from the sips my girlfriend and I had taken the night before, the three of us finished the entire bottle. Champagne doesn't have a high alcohol content, but after drinking so much, their faces were flushed, and they were unsteady on their feet. I thought to myself, "Great, great, my sister's a little tipsy, so my girlfriend and I can continue our wild night." Sure enough, not long after dinner, my sister started to get sleepy. She said, "I'm going to take a shower first. Brother and sister-in-law, you two can continue your lovey-dovey talk. I won't bother you!" My girlfriend called my sister-in-law "sister-in-law," which made her a little embarrassed.

After my sister had occupied the bathroom, I suddenly remembered that the bathroom window was still open for me! I originally intended for my girlfriend to be exposed, but I didn't intend for my sister to be. I thought, "My sister is used to living here, she should know to close the window." But I was still worried, so I looked out the dining room window towards the bathroom. Sure enough, those two dark figures were squatting outside our bathroom again, with the window open. My sister was probably a little out of it from drinking champagne, so she didn't notice the window was open.

They were looking so intently inside. Although I had no interest in incest, the thought of them peeping at my sister's naked body made my penis hard, and I muttered curses under my breath: "Fuck! Fuck!..." Suddenly, my girlfriend said behind me, "Fei, what are you looking at?" I was startled, almost letting her discover my secret. I quickly said, "Nothing, I just drank too much champagne and feel a little nauseous, I want to throw up." She said, "You're bad, throwing up through the window, you have no public decency!" Then she ignored me and continued watching TV on the sofa. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My sister went to bed after showering, and then it was my girlfriend's turn to shower. The two peeping boys naturally got another look. This time, however, my girlfriend wouldn't leave the door half-open because my sister was home, and it wouldn't be good for her to see. Finally, it was my turn to shower. When I finished, my girlfriend, probably a little drunk, had fallen asleep. I touched and rubbed her, and she said, half-asleep, "Don't do that to me, Fei, I'm so tired..." Her eyes were completely closed. I was at my wit's end

with her. I wanted to have another round with her, but she couldn't resist sleep. So, I could only clutch my slightly aching penis and force myself to sleep, suppressing my desire. Soon, I felt a strange commotion in my sleep. I half-opened my eyes and was shocked to see two dark figures creeping in through the window. I remembered that I had left the window open again tonight, intending to expose my girlfriend's lovemaking to the peeping boys again. But perhaps they waited and waited, and we didn't make love, and we were both asleep. I heard one of them say, "Aren't you afraid of waking them up?" The other said, "No, didn't you see they've both been drinking tonight? My dad doesn't wake up until after midnight when he's drunk."

Damn! Those two ungrateful kids. To be honest, it was a little scary to have people break into my house, but they seemed clumsy and didn't look like seasoned thieves. I was sleeping on the inside of the bed, and in the darkness, I could clearly see their movements, but they couldn't see me, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.

One of them hid under the bed, while the other reached out and shook my foot before quickly hiding again. I didn't move. The man then shook my girlfriend, but she didn't move either. He said, "I told you, they're all drunk!" They seemed very young, and like the saying goes, "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger," so they calmly stood up and pulled back the thin blanket covering my girlfriend. One of them slowly and gently placed his hands on my girlfriend's breasts, while the other seemed a little scared and retreated to watch.

Seeing that my girlfriend didn't react, the boy in front gently kneaded her breasts, saying, "She's really hot, she's not wearing a bra! I can even feel her nipples. Come on, let me touch this one." The other slowly reached out, about to touch her other breast, when my girlfriend murmured in her sleep, "Don't touch me, Afei..." Startled, they both withdrew their hands and squatted down.

My girlfriend turned her body away and didn't move anymore. After a long while, the two men stood up again. One said, "She's just having a nightmare, don't be afraid! I told you my dad won't sober up until after midnight, it's only 11 o'clock now, don't be scared!" The other nodded, and then they tiptoed in front of my girlfriend, doing something I didn't see, probably touching her breasts or unbuttoning her clothes. A little while later, my girlfriend said "Oh" again. This time they didn't squat down, but took a step back. My girlfriend turned over to face up, and that's when I saw that her pajamas were completely unbuttoned and pulled back to the sides, her two large breasts sticking out in the air, and I saw that her nipples were still erect.

My heart was pounding. The previous times I had humiliated my girlfriend, it was all deliberately arranged by myself. This time was different. I didn't know these two eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys. Letting my girlfriend be humiliated by these strangers in the house was incredibly exciting. The two men paused briefly, and seeing that my girlfriend still wasn't moving, they pulled down her loose pajama bottoms. One of them said, "Great, she's not wearing underwear!" My girlfriend's private parts were exposed to them again, but it was too dark in the room for them to see clearly, though they had already looked at her naked body repeatedly while she was showering. I saw one of them reach down and touch my girlfriend's private parts, moving further and further down. My girlfriend let out a soft "hmm" again, and he didn't move. After a while, seeing that my girlfriend still hadn't woken up, he started touching and rubbing again. My girlfriend let out another soft "hmm," and this time he didn't stop, making my girlfriend twist her waist a few times before he withdrew his hand. The man said, "Look, she's made me wet. Usually, when she's wet like this, it's time to go. My ex-girlfriend made me wet, and then I could go have sex with her." It seems this guy is an older brother, still teaching his apprentice!

Another one said, "No way, it'll be terrible if we wake her up!" The first one said, "No, look at me..." After saying that, he unzipped his pants and underwear, and asked the other one to hold them for him. In the darkness, I could see that his erect penis wasn't very big, but it seemed very excited, trembling in the air. He pulled my girlfriend's leg off the edge of the bed down, making her droop, so that her vagina would definitely be open. He brought his penis close, as if rubbing it against my girlfriend's vagina. Because it was so close, I could only see a dark shadow and couldn't see clearly. I could only guess what he was doing by the vibration of the bed.

I felt the bed vibrate twice, and my girlfriend suddenly made two "gurgling" sounds in her throat. The man was pressing down on her lower abdomen. My girlfriend said intermittently, "Afei... I told you not to... but you insisted... doing this..." It turned out that she hadn't opened her eyes and thought that I was the one riding on her. She even took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and bend her legs to wrap around his rather thick waist. The man was initially frightened by her embrace and didn't dare move much, but seeing that she was actually cooperating, he started thrusting.

My girlfriend must have been quite wet, because the thrusting was very loud. Being so close, watching my girlfriend being violated by this uninvited guest, I felt a strange mix of heartache and pleasure. I didn't dare move, just let my penis swell. The man thrust in and out of my girlfriend's vagina about twenty times, then stopped, ejaculating with a sizzling sound. It seemed this young man was all show and no substance; perhaps he was too aroused and couldn't last long. My girlfriend went limp and continued to lie on her side. I thought another one would come and have sex with my girlfriend, but after the first one put his pants back on, they climbed out the window together. I really don't know what those teenagers are thinking these days?

After they all left, I covered my girlfriend with the blanket. There was no need to clean up; she'd just think I'd been secretly having sex with her during the night. Her breasts were pressed against my hands, and I relived the scene of those two boys climbing in through the window and assaulting her. My penis hardened, and I spread her legs, thrusting into her warm little hole. Even in her sleep, she managed limited "mmm" and "oh" sounds. Perhaps because of the prolonged stimulation, I, like those two men, ejaculated after only a few dozen thrusts. My poor girlfriend, covered in two men's semen, didn't reach orgasm. Maybe it was the champagne, but she ignored me and went back to sleep. My penis was sticky, especially inside her vagina, which was covered in another man's semen—it felt a little disgusting. I got out of bed, dressed, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Passing my sister's room, I heard a lot of noise coming from inside. I pressed my ear to the door, and heard a male voice inside: "You did the first one, now it's my turn." Another voice said, "Okay, but I want to do her on top." The first one said again, "I didn't expect to have so many successes these past few days; tonight I can kill two birds with one stone." Then I heard my sister

making "mmm" sounds. This was outrageous! It turned out that the two of them hadn't left; instead, they had climbed back in through the window of my sister's room. This was terrible! If my sister was raped, how could I explain it to my parents? I deliberately made footsteps outside, but there was no sound inside. I thought they would be scared away.

But after a while, a male voice inside said, "It's alright, just passing by." After that, there was another commotion, and my sister started panting again. I had no choice but to knock on the door and say, "Sister, are you alright?" There was silence again, and after a while, I heard the sounds of pushing open and climbing through the window. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I had to check on my sister, so I found the spare key in the drawer in the living room and gently opened her bedroom door. It was quiet inside, and she was well covered with the blanket. I turned on the light, and sure enough, they had climbed in through the window. My sister had been too careless; she hadn't locked the window frame properly. I saw that although she was covered with the blanket, there were her pajamas, underwear, and bra by her bedside. My heart pounded. My sister was probably completely naked under the blanket, but I still had to help her get dressed. Otherwise, things would get out of hand the next morning, and it might even expose me for assaulting my girlfriend. I didn't know where I, my girlfriend, my sister, or even my parents would put our faces. I gently lifted the blanket, and as I expected, she was completely naked. Her breasts were quite large, and her legs were open. Her vulva was red, indicating that she had indeed been violated by those two delinquents. Luckily, she had a boyfriend, so she wasn't a virgin anymore, which would prevent a major disaster.

She was still heavily intoxicated and hadn't woken up. When I dressed her, especially when putting on her underwear and bra, my fingers inevitably brushed against her round buttocks and firm breasts. I was terrified she'd wake up and think I was doing something inappropriate, which would escalate the situation. Luckily, everything went smoothly. After I finished, I turned off the lights and closed the door, pretending nothing had happened. The consequences of this act of humiliating my girlfriend were unexpected; I almost lost my virginity too. So, fellow perverts, if you're going to humiliate your girlfriend, plan ahead. Never do what I did and expose them to dangerous situations. If something serious happens, like your family being raped, things will get really bad.

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