My Neighbor Has a Beautiful Wife

My neighbor has a beautiful wife.
I live in a three-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor of a gray, four-arched building that's at least twenty years old. Since my parents moved back to their hometown in Huizhou, I've lived alone. Logically, a twenty-seven-year-old man should be considering finding a wife to spend the rest of his life with. I'm not in a hurry, because I feel life is just beginning. However, I'm often lonely. My love life is never quite fulfilling. Either I like someone, but someone else beats me to it, or someone likes me, but I just can't muster the interest. So I'm always single. The only consolation I can give myself is that there's always someone better waiting for me not far away. Am I being too picky? I'm not unattractive, and I have a small company I co-own with a friend. I'm financially secure. When, then, will that person come along?
My neighbors next door are a newlywed couple who are inseparable. They're always together, even when going up or down the stairs to take out the trash, they're always cuddling. It's really suffocating to see them like this. The main problem is that the young wife is so beautiful; her expressive eyes always make me think she's the one I've been waiting for. Because of this, I moved my bedroom from the inner room to the study, which is just a wall away from theirs. The soundproofing in this old-fashioned building isn't great, and lying in bed, I can hear very faint sounds coming from next door. I feel like I've become part of their lives. Sometimes I can hear the creaking of their not-so-sturdy old wooden bed, and then I can imagine what they're doing, imagine the young wife's milky white skin, her pert little bottom, her slender, supple waist, her strong legs, and her pigeon-toed feet (she's a ballet dancer in the city). What would she look like naked? I lay on the bed, my hand inside my underwear. My penis was already ready, warm and slightly burning. It felt uncomfortable pressing against the bed, so I turned slightly to the side and gently rubbed it with my hand, gradually increasing the pressure… Relying on my imagination and my hand, I could still ejaculate. The young man's name was Li Kaiyue, and his wife's name was Meng Fan—a perfect couple.
In the mornings, I loved to sit on the balcony and bask in the sun. I didn't have this habit before; I loved sleeping in. It started when the young couple moved in next door. The young wife would get up with the sun and stretch her legs on the balcony. I loved watching her stretch her legs; her whole body seemed boneless. Now it's summer, and the young wife wears very little. Her body is meant for me to see, at least that's what I think, because whether before or after, she always gives me that sweet smile when she sees me. That smile was so beautiful. Her hair, styled in a bun, made her forehead appear fuller. Her eyebrows were delicate and arched, her nose exquisite, her lips expressive, and her eyes seemed to speak volumes. Why would she smile at me if she wasn't interested? Every time this happened, I'd get an erection involuntarily, so I'd do push-ups to avoid embarrassment. The frustration of masturbation kept bothering me; I wanted to do it…
Why was there no movement from over there today? I waited until I was so sleepy that I finally fell asleep.
“…You filthy bitch!…You…” I was awakened by a burst of fierce cursing. I quickly pressed my ear against the wall, regretting not having made a hole in it as planned. It was Li Kaiyue's angry, but still somewhat restrained voice, along with Meng Fan's sobs… Something had happened! What had happened? Shouldn't a couple married for only six months be enjoying a blissful marriage? It seemed Li Kaiyue was blaming Meng Fan for having an affair with another man named Sima Guang behind his back. Sima Guang? That's a very famous person! That old man has insisted on having an affair with Meng Fan all this time?! Why doesn't she defend herself? The reason is obvious: that old man is powerless! They actually started fighting! It must be Li Kaiyue hitting Meng Fan. The refined Li Kaiyue would hit someone? You're an intellectual! I suppressed the urge to go and intervene. What would it look like if you went over to stop them?
The next day, Meng Fan didn't come out to stretch. After doing forty-five push-ups, I saw a refreshed Li Kaiyue. "Exercising?" he greeted me with a smile. It's strange, he seems like nothing happened. There's something else in his eyes. "Yeah," I replied casually. "The weather's nice today!" He stretched comfortably. "It is nice!" Something must have happened. He looked at me warily, but avoided my gaze. I have to find out.
I saw Li Kaiyue go to work, but Meng Fan didn't come out. As we walked down the stairs together, he casually told me that Meng Fan had gone back to her parents' house yesterday. Meng Fan was definitely still in the room; I was sure, because he woke me up at 2 AM yesterday. What had happened? Suppressing my curiosity, I drove Li Kaiyue to the institute's gate. After a friendly goodbye, I called my partner Zhou Zhou, parked the car at the Fuyuan Restaurant, which was far from the institute, and sneaked home. It felt like a spy operation—quite exciting, mainly because I wanted to see what was going on at their house. Climbing from the balcony to
the next room wasn't a problem for someone like me who trains in Taekwondo regularly, but getting from the balcony door into the room took considerable effort. What if Meng Fan was home? What if she thought I was breaking in? What if she screamed? Many thoughts raced through my mind as I opened the window, but luckily, there was no sound. Meng Fan wasn't there? Impossible! I jumped into the room through the window almost silently. Before coming, I had prepared myself, changing into soft sneakers. I had been to this cozy little house before. Being young, their nest didn't have much expensive furniture or appliances, but Meng Fan's careful arrangement made it romantic and warm, filled with sweetness and affection. The scene before me was messy; it seemed the battlefield hadn't been cleaned up yet. Broken cups lay on the floor, the bed was a mess, and there were torn women's clothes… The moans coming from the bathroom drew my attention. I went over, gently pushed open the door, and was stunned.
Meng Fan was curled up in the bathtub, completely naked. Her beautiful limbs were twisted and bound by rough ropes. Something was covering her head, blindfolding her. There were obvious bruises on her body, apparently from being pinched. Her pretty buttocks were sticking out, and I immediately felt nauseous. Her lower body was a bloody mess… Hearing voices, Meng Fan writhed violently and groaned, unable to scream, her mouth stuffed with something. My heart was pounding. Surprisingly, the brutal scene before me aroused me greatly. I felt that she had become even more alluring than before, and I involuntarily became erect… “Take me away.” Meng Fan leaned weakly against my chest. I was certain she didn’t know who I was. Her eyes were confused and desperate. What kind of harm had she suffered?
I inflated the inflatable mattress we had taken to the beach and then laid Meng Fan on it. I didn’t know what position to put her in. Her beautiful body was now covered in wounds. Li Kaiyue really had the heart to do that! I filled the bathtub with warm water. I needed to clean her body to prevent infection. “How did you come to save me?” Meng Fan recognized me. She smiled bitterly, a blush appearing on her pale face. After all, facing a man who wasn’t her husband while completely naked was a completely new experience for her. However, her body, tormented all night, was utterly exhausted. “Don’t move. Just lie there. I heard about what happened over there yesterday.” I gently wiped her face with a warm towel. "Don't touch me!" Meng Fan suddenly screamed hysterically... A nightmare reappeared before Meng Fan's eyes, lingering...
Why was he so angry? Was it because he had spoken a few words with Sima Guang (Sima Guang was Meng Fan's partner in a duet dance, a very handsome young man. Meng Fan knew she hadn't had any illicit affair with him; she didn't like men who were so pretty and girlish, even their speech and mannerisms were somewhat effeminate. Sima Guang was like that, so physical contact during the dance didn't evoke any feelings in Meng Fan) after work? Why did he distrust her so much? Meng Fan sat on the edge of the bed crying because she felt wronged. He called her a whore! How could he use such vulgar language? Wasn't her virginity verified on their wedding night? Besides you, I haven't slept with any other man!
How did this involve Liu Shang from next door? He said he went to the balcony in so little clothing to practice his martial arts that morning just to seduce Liu Shang—had they already slept together?! Meng Fan found it utterly incomprehensible. He'd gone mad. He was no longer the refined, scholarly gentleman she loved. He'd even hit her! A frenzied, indiscriminate beating. Meng Fan struggled desperately, but after several heavy blows to her abdomen and ribs, she was left only to lie on the bed and endure the beating. He kept hitting her, and the pain intensified. Meng Fan convulsed, feeling like she was going to be beaten to death. Her face was flushed red, her muscles contorted, her eyes blazing with fury—she was possessed by a demon. Meng Fan felt her clothes being ripped apart, and something being stuffed into her mouth. What was it? It was her vest, a huge chunk. Her mouth was so small; it couldn't possibly hold such a large thing. He had no regard for her, just shoving it in like that. Her lips felt like they were being stretched raw! Meng Fan tried to struggle, but her arms were violently twisted behind her back, and it hurt terribly! She couldn't scream; she could only cry out in her heart. Those sweet promises had turned into this? Meng Fan felt her heart shattered…
She had no strength left to resist. Was the brutal beating finally over? She lay naked on the bed, trembling, pain and humiliation tormenting her already exhausted body. Meng Fan was terrified; her bladder was about to burst. Her once blissful little room was now hell! The pain was excruciating! She had been dragged by her hair to the floor, then pulled to the bathroom. Meng Fan reached out to twist Li Kaiyue's hand, trying to ease the pain. It hurt so much; her scalp felt like it was being ripped off. Her thoughts were consumed by pain and fear. What was he going to do? …
She would soon find out. When Meng Fan, slumped on the cold tiles, saw Li Kaiyue again, she saw the rope in his hand…
She wanted to beg him to be gentler. Had all the pity she once felt gone? Indeed, they were all gone. Her wrists ached from the rough hemp rope, the skin was definitely broken, and she could feel the sharp pain of the hemp penetrating her skin. He relentlessly wrapped the rope tightly around his body. It passed under her armpits, split into two strands, wrapped around her breasts, and coiled behind her back. She felt herself being constricted, so tight it felt like the air in her lungs was being squeezed out! Her not-so-ample breasts swelled and became engorged with blood under the rope's binding. Due to the tension, her delicate nipples contracted, becoming slightly sunken. Then came her ankles, equally tightly bound, with no room to move, and it hurt. All she could do was plead with her eyes, but it seemed to have no effect…
Li Kaiyue seemed satisfied. He smiled, a smile so unfamiliar, so full of evil cruelty. Was this the man she loved? Meng Fan watched helplessly as Li Kaiyue's hand reached for her chest. The feeling was vaguely familiar; he was arousing her desire. Her breasts gradually felt comfortable, a tingling itch mixed with the humiliation of being violated rising within her, slowly spreading throughout her body. Despite the pain, pleasure still arose. It was unusual; his technique was very skillful. He must have had many women before marriage, or perhaps he wasn't so faithful now. Meng Fan felt her breathing becoming increasingly labored, her heart pounding with the manipulation of his fingers. Her nipples slowly relaxed, became engorged with blood, and began to swell… Meng Fan twisted violently, the pleasure instantly shattered by a sharp, burning pain. Starting from the lower edge of her breasts, the sharp pain quickly caused her to convulse. Li Kaiyue's facial muscles contorted. He didn't utter a sound, but he was indeed grinning maliciously, seemingly intoxicated by the burnt smell of the cigarette butt on his tender skin. His expression relaxed, like a drug addict who had been thirsty for a long time and finally got heroin. He wasn't satisfied yet; he pressed the still-burning cigarette butt against his areola... Meng Fan was placed on the edge of the bathtub, his upper body dangling in the tub, his lower abdomen resting on the edge, his buttocks completely exposed to Li Kaiyue. This position wasn't unfamiliar; after all, he was her husband, and he wouldn't refuse any request in bed. But now...!
Meng Fan wanted to escape. He had a premonition that he was going to torture himself completely; only his desire for anal sex hadn't been satisfied. He didn't violate his anus, although he had prepared himself for all resistance, determined not to let him succeed. But his body was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He was meticulously playing with his genitals, parting his labia, carefully adjusting them, and teasing his already aroused clitoris. Meng Fan began to hate her own body. Why, amidst such pain and humiliation, did she still fawn over the man torturing her?! She could clearly feel the contractions of her vagina—was this what he wanted? It was starting to secrete fluids; it must be lustrous and moist now, waiting to be violated. Then came another burning pain… All thoughts vanished. Meng Fan didn't cry, nor did she groan; she only endured. The pain seemed to disappear as well. She felt like a piece of flesh, enduring his wanton actions. Several places on her labia were already burned; the excruciating pain from his penetration seemed insignificant. Her body was sweating and trembling.
Do whatever you want, he didn't care about the piercing pain of his fingers being inserted into her anus. He wanted it this way; she had no power to resist, or death might be a better option. He even burned her buttocks with cigarette butts. Wasn't the tightness of her anus enough to satisfy her? Did he have to make her use every muscle to bring him pleasure?! Strangely, despite such brutality, his body still experienced an orgasm, an unprecedented one… His hair was pulled again, forcing him to face him, seeing the engorged penis, bright red from engorgement, throbbing, its veins dilated, the glans stained with blood from his anus, the urethra throbbing restlessly, his hand still stroking. Meng Fan quickly closed his eyes, then hot, sticky fluid sprayed onto his face… The torture wasn't over yet; he remained enthusiastic, smoking, continuing with cigarette butts or his fingernails. When would it end? …“You bitch, I'll deal with you when I get back.” Li Kaiyue's underwear was over his head, his eyes blindfolded, so he couldn't see Li Kaiyue's expression, but he could imagine the cold, cruel smile. After doing such a thing, would he still go to work as if nothing had happened? Of course he would.
Meng Fan gasped; the warm towel revitalized his stagnant blood, his skin regained its sensitivity, the pain and humiliation returned, almost unbearable. "How are you? Does it hurt a lot?" I quickly took the towel back. Should I take her to the hospital? Meng Fan suddenly hugged me and cried bitterly.

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