Crimson Encounter (long novel)

(I)

After a long, tiring day, I finally had time to catch my breath. I sat on the floor, gazing at the fruits of my day's work. The apartment was decent enough; at least the location was convenient, and there were plenty of good restaurants nearby. But the most unexpected thing was that I would find my angel here.
My name is Mo Haojin, and I'm 27. I'm quite popular, have a good relationship with my family, and have everything I need, except for my luck with women. I guess I'm just too quiet, but I like to call it being down-to-earth. My only relationship was in high school, but unfortunately, it lasted only six months before she cheated on me. It seems it's all because I don't know how to interact with women. Girls always need to be coaxed, and I lack that kind of wisdom. Actually, I'm tall and strong, and not bad-looking. I always attract the attention of women on the street, but once you get closer, you realize that this guy is actually a total deadbeat. My friends all say that it's a waste of a face that's good at picking up girls.
After a quick shower, I went out to find something to eat; I hadn't eaten anything all day from all the physical labor.
Just as the elevator reached the lobby, my weary body suddenly felt refreshed. A red flight attendant uniform immediately caught my eye, followed by a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings beneath the skirt. Those beautiful legs stunned me, and I almost forgot to step out of the elevator. As we passed each other, I caught a whiff of her faint fragrance. She was about 175 centimeters tall, reaching my nose level – a perfect match for my figure. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her face clearly because she was using her phone, which obscured half her face. But she still gave me a friendly nod as I stepped out of the elevator. Truly befitting an employee of a prestigious airline, she maintained her friendly demeanor at all times. Do angels always have to wear white? It seems red can be just as captivating. Wow, this building has a beauty! I felt a surge of satisfaction, but I knew I'd soon forget it. For me, women are just something to look at and forget; getting to know them and interacting with them is a fatal flaw.
The second day was much the same as the first; I worked most of the day hungry. After a quick bite, I returned to my new apartment. Today, I should unpack the clutter from the cardboard boxes and put it away properly. Don't let my seemingly careless appearance fool you; I'm actually quite tidy. Suddenly, I felt an unusual light around me, but it couldn't be coming from inside the apartment. My neighbor probably turned on their light when they came back, I thought, and instinctively looked out the window.
A woman in a bright red flight attendant uniform came into view. I jumped up as if mesmerized, turned off the living room light, and went into the dark bedroom. I lay on the bed and peered into the next room. 175cm tall, with those incredibly long legs in black stockings—it was the same beauty from the elevator lobby yesterday! I couldn't believe we not only lived in the same building, but were even neighbors on the same floor! I was incredibly excited. And this time, I could clearly see her face. That oval face gazed out the window, and I, too, gazed at those clear, bright windows to her soul, that straight nose, and those cherry-like lips—she had already claimed the throne of angel and goddess in my heart. As I basked in the satisfaction of being so close to my goddess, who knew she would start removing her uniform piece by piece! A red coat, then she unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her two soft mounds of flesh. I froze, my jaw nearly dropping to the floor, a certain part of me stirring. This angel before me was now only wearing a black lace bra and panties, and those most alluring black stockings. I held my breath, as if suffocating, awaiting her next move. Unfortunately, she disappointed me. She didn't take off what I wanted her to take off before turning and walking into the bathroom…
“Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Awesome!!” After a few seconds of silence, my excitement exploded. I shouted like a child, tossing and turning in bed. I left the bedroom and went to the bathroom, repeatedly rinsing my hot face with cold water in front of the sink, then staring at my reflection in the mirror.
“Yes!! It’s not a dream!! Damn it!!! Hahahaha!!!!” I started rambling incoherently.
“Where the damn camera?! I’m definitely going to film it for endless masturbation later!!” In my extreme excitement, my actions were no different from a pervert's, but when I calmed down, I realized it was a crime, something I couldn't do.
“But isn't peeping a crime too?”
“Damn it! Who told her to be so open, without any precautions!” I was torn between these thoughts.
"Just look, don't touch. She's my goddess, look, don't touch..." I finally convinced myself to give up the idea of secretly taking pictures, and went back to my bedroom to wait obediently on the edge of the bed like a puppy for my "treat."
About half an hour later, she finally emerged from the steamy bathroom. It turned out her hair was past her shoulders, quite long, and she usually tied it up to wear a hat. Like most men, I like long-haired women, and her slightly messy hair, still damp from the shower, was even more alluring. She approached the window to look out, and I saw her pretty face up close again. Her face was flushed from the heat, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I could almost smell her intoxicating fragrance. She was wearing only a tight white t-shirt, and no bra, the two small round dots on her beautiful breasts were faintly visible; even more striking was her light blue sweatpants, the length of which barely covered her buttocks, her pair of snow-white, slender legs were completely exposed before my eyes. It was the first time I had seen her without stockings, and it created a different feeling. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow. It made my blood boil, and my little brother immediately became erect again. I raised my buttocks slightly to give my little brother, who was lying on the bed, enough room to get erect, and my hand naturally reached into my crotch...
Just as I was lost in my fantasy, she suddenly looked in my direction, and stared at me intently! I was so frightened that I stopped my "work" and didn't dare to move, meeting her eyes.
"My god, are your eyes that sharp..." The excitement just now vanished, replaced by the trembling of a condemned prisoner before execution. Oh no, now I'll have to live the rest of my life branded as a pervert...
But then she pulled out a tissue from the box next to her and started vigorously wiping the window. That's when I realized she wasn't seeing me, but the grime on the window.
"Damn it, don't scare me! My heart stopped!" I cursed inwardly, but also felt a secret thrill.
The goddess lingered for a while before turning off the light and going to sleep. I slowly, like a snake, slid to the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. I was glad I hadn't had a big reaction or surrendered, or I would have killed myself. Now I could only savor the image of the goddess's body, and soon my penis was hard again. That night I masturbated twice before my desire subsided a little. I couldn't help it, she was just too hot.
(II) Encounter
The day I got off work, I rushed home like a horse entering a sluice gate to wait. To avoid a scene like last night, I decided to hide under the covers and wait. But she disappointed me again, not returning all night. My hopes turned to disappointment, and I fell into a deep sleep, wasting the entire evening. I figured the flight attendant was probably already out of town, unlike me, idle and aimless.
I spent the next two days at home trying to catch her, but completely unsuccessful. After that, I gave up, finding it more fulfilling to have drinks and chat with a few close friends. So I say, women are best left alone; taking them seriously is a losing proposition. This thought persisted until the weekend.
I didn't have to work that weekend, so I went hiking with some colleagues, followed by a barbecue party at someone's house. I didn't get back to my apartment until after 11 pm, feeling incredibly tired, thinking I'd probably never wake up again. But as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, it was like being pricked by a needle—I was wide awake. The iron gate next door was open! My goddess was back! But why was the door open? Then I heard some banging sounds coming from behind the stairs. Instinctively, I pushed open the fire door…
“Wow! My God!” I almost blurted out what I saw.
A woman's body, bent over sorting through garbage bags, came into view. Her pink tank top was a full size too big; I could even glimpse her ultra-short white hot pants through the neckline. And without me even having to describe it, I could imagine how her full, beautiful breasts created a deep, seemingly bottomless cleavage, how they swayed rhythmically from side to side before my eyes, as if gushing milk. My weariness vanished instantly.
The other person looked up when I opened the door, and she really was my goddess! Of course, who else in this world could possess such a heavenly face and near-perfect figure? But now our eyes were truly locked.
"Uh...that..." And my damn mouth always seems to spasm at these crucial moments, unable to utter a single word, oh my god!
"You...you live here?" (Idiot! What am I saying! Does she live in the building across the street and come here specifically to take out the trash? What utterly useless nonsense!!)
"Yes! In apartment A on this floor." What a beautiful voice! I was almost intoxicated by it. Even better, she didn't mind my nonsense.
"Wow! What a coincidence! I live in apartment B!" (Actually, just collapsing headfirst against the wall and dying would save a lot of trouble.)
"Have we met before?" she said, that was supposed to be my damn line... "By the way, a few days ago in the elevator lobby, you looked quite unfamiliar to me." She noticed me, I was quite touched, even if it was because I was a stranger.
"Oh! You're that flight attendant. (Of course, I had to play dumb.) I just moved in the other day," I replied.
As I spoke, I saw her struggling to grab the plastic bag, trying to put it into the large trash can next to her. Her two soft breasts immediately bulged, and her tank top ripped open from the friction with the trash bag, revealing her slender waist and navel. This alluring scene made my little brother start to act up again.
Although I really wanted to take a second look, seeing her in such a disheveled state, I couldn't help but step in to help her hold the plastic bag. Luckily, my hands and feet were much more obedient than my mouth, and if I didn't show some manners at this moment, I would really be unworthy of being a man.
In the end, I was the one who stuffed that enormous thing into the trash can, and when I came to my senses, I saw the "reward." Those two snow-white long legs that I loved most, which had been hidden by the black plastic bag, were now right in front of me. She was wearing flip-flops, which allowed me to see her entire ankles. Her toes were also just as slender, and her toenails were neatly trimmed, a pale pink color, extremely beautiful. So I've always thought that a woman's most sexy and arousing part is her feet.
"Thank you, my name is Zhuo Ziyao, and yours is..." She introduced herself first, and her name was quite nice.
"Mo Haojin, just call me Ajin."
"Ajin, if I have anything heavy, can I borrow your arm again?" she said with a smile.
"Yes, definitely, definitely..." How lame of me! She was already taking the initiative, but my answer was just perfunctory. She seemed to sense it and turned to leave.
"Uh, Miss Zhuo..." I chased after her into the corridor; I couldn't let her go like that!
"Haha, just call me Zhuozi."
"Yes, hi... actually, you shouldn't have opened the iron gate, and it's so late. You could have taken out the trash tomorrow morning." I said.
"Yes, I'll be careful!" she said, pretending to be serious. "But I've been away for five days, just got back from the airport, and those things were left unprocessed before I left. I don't want to delay any longer." She really was traveling.
"Oh, is that so..."
"But thank you too, you're so thoughtful!" She said with a smile as she went back into the house, leaving me alone in front of the iron gate. My ex-girlfriend had never praised me like that before. My soul had already drifted off somewhere.

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