From voyeurism to conquest

I first saw Shanshan through the binoculars.
Actually, I'm not a voyeur; I had just bought a pair of binoculars that day, intending to use them at the horse farm the next day. When someone buys something new, they're naturally eager to try it out, and binoculars aren't for watching things at home, but for looking into the distance.
There's a large building across from my place, quite far away. With the naked eye, you can only see which apartments have lights on and which don't, and you can't tell if anyone is walking around. But with binoculars, you can see.
I sat in the living room looking through the binoculars, checking each window, and suddenly I saw Shanshan. At the time, I didn't know who she was, or even her name.
I just saw a petite, delicate, naked beauty jumping around.
She wasn't completely naked. She was only wearing a thin, pale yellow pair of panties. I immediately ran over and turned off the lights to prevent her from seeing me watching her. Actually, this was unnecessary, just an instinctive reaction.
But watching in the dark always gives you a greater sense of security.
I wondered why she was jumping around, and after watching for a while, I realized she was doing aerobics on the carpet.
Right, it's the most popular exercise these days.
Although I'd already seen a lot, it still wasn't enough, because she was wearing a pair of briefs. Although the briefs were semi-transparent, and I could even see only a small shadow of her skin, with such large movements, without that small piece of fabric covering her…
she clearly thought no one would be watching her, which is why she wasn't wearing any workout clothes.
But why was she still wearing briefs? Because she's a woman, and women wear even transparent briefs, because they often have some secretions, and it's very inconvenient without something to cover them.
In short, I was captivated by her at first sight. I desperately wanted to have this woman, but what could I do besides look?
I only knew she lived in that building, but the building was so big, I could only count which unit she lived in, which floor, but that unit was very difficult to spot from the outside, and I couldn't just barge in to visit her. I watched her until she finished.
My binoculars were excellent; I could even see the beads of sweat on her body.
After she finished, she went into the bedroom, whose window faced my side. I could see her take off her panties as soon as she entered the bedroom.
But I could only see her doing that because the living room is different from the bedroom. The living room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, while the bedroom has half a wall. Usually, looking from the same floor, you can only see the upper half of a body.
Looking at her now, I could only see her shoulders and above. There was also an air conditioner installed near the window, which was really ridiculous—it was installed in the middle, neither high nor low, and she was standing in front of it taking off her panties.
There was also an air conditioner in the living room, but it was installed higher up, and the living room was large enough not to obstruct the view.
I watched her bend over, pick up a towel (obviously from the bed) to dry herself, and then walk out. I believe she was going to take a shower.
I continued to monitor her, but unfortunately, the bathroom was on the other side of the room, out of my sight, so I could only wait.
Later, she returned to the room, already dressed in her pajamas; she was going to sleep. She then drew the curtains, so I couldn't see anything.
I believe she drew the curtains not to hide her sleeping, but to avoid the glare of the morning sun; I guess she wasn't the type to get up too early.
I put down the binoculars, only then realizing how tired my eyes were.
I sat in the dark, lost in thought. I didn't have a steady girlfriend, but finding women was easy for me. Buying was the simplest way, and I could afford it, but buying too much got boring because the sense of conquest wasn't strong; I only did it occasionally.
I also knew a few women, and I knew they were interested in me; a little flirting would be enough to win them over. But that was worse than buying, because buying meant you'd already paid the price, and after the transaction, you had no responsibility. But with other women, once you slept with them, it was hard to get out; there were so many problems. I didn't really like them, so I didn't bother with them.
In short, I'm a man with certain standards in love, and this is the first time I've met a woman I truly desire, yet she remains unattainable.
Where can I even begin to look? Should I spend my days loitering outside that building, hoping to bump into her and introduce myself?
But I was incredibly lucky; the next day, I ran into her at the horse farm. She was with a group of men and women, including two men I recognized.
The horse farm was like a big party, free to come and go, and acquaintances could immediately gather together.
They introduced her; her name was Shanshan.
Shanshan seemed rather indifferent towards me.
I quietly asked one of her acquaintances, Fran, if there was any hope.
Fran chuckled and said, "
What's wrong with me?" I asked. "
Perhaps I'm a bit of a playboy, but there are plenty of men more playboy than me, and besides, I don't have a wife. Men without wives are always more playboys, and they have the right to be!" "
You can try," Fran said. "I can tell you, she doesn't have a boyfriend!"
Such a lovely woman doesn't have a boyfriend? It seems men are all blind, but perhaps it's fate.
After that, I immediately launched my offensive, pestering Shanshan, talking to her, and showering her with attention.
Chasing girls requires both shamelessness and eloquence, both of which I could handle.
Shanshan didn't dislike me, so I was able to get her phone number and address, and even arranged to have lunch with her the next day. I had originally planned to have dinner with her, but she said she preferred to go earlier so she could wander around.
That wasn't a bad idea.
Right, I've been around so many nightlife women that I almost forgot daytime is also a good time to meet.
I also told her where I lived; she knew it was very close to her house, but she didn't know it was practically opposite—I could even see her through binoculars.
After we had lunch, I understood why she wanted to go earlier. She wanted to explore the bustling city. If we had dinner, it would have been too late by the time we finished, since most large companies close around 9:30 pm; lunch, on the other hand, left her plenty of time to wander around.
Honestly, shopping in a bustling market with women is a real ordeal. They seem to have endless energy in such places, wandering around, picking and choosing, comparing this and that.
It's tolerable when you like a woman, but once you've won her over and the passion fades, is it still bearable?
However, Shanshan was someone I found almost unbearable on the very first day. She bought a ton of things, and I paid for them. She bought a huge amount, and I ended up paying a lot.
She acted as if it were her right, buying whatever she wanted and expecting me to pay.
Only prostitutes act like that, but she's not a prostitute! Besides, she's not my girlfriend or wife, so this is like treating me like a sucker, which makes me incredibly resentful.
However, I couldn't bear to give up. Perhaps she was just too naive and willful, or poorly educated, or perhaps poor—but none of these seemed to
apply. Her manner of speaking was charming, and she wasn't actually that poor. I knew from friends that she came from a good family and had a well-paying, respectable job, which only confused me more.
After we had dinner together, she said she needed to go home early to sleep because she had to work the next day, but we could still have dinner together the following day.
That evening, I saw her doing aerobics at home, just like the night before.
My feelings were hard to describe. I was very interested in this woman. We had only just begun to develop our relationship, yet I could already see her body so clearly.
The next day, we had dinner together again, and she still had the opportunity to take me to the bustling city center because she had asked me to pick her up from work.
She bought a lot of things, which I paid for. After putting the items in my car, she finally came to dinner with me.
We went back and forth like this for four days, and my advances seemed to have made no progress, but she didn't seem to be tired of me.
On the fifth night, I witnessed a shocking secret through my binoculars.
She was doing aerobics that night, but there was an audience member in her home—a trendy young woman. This woman was just watching, and I immediately sensed something was off about her demeanor.
After Shan Shan finished her aerobics, this woman solicitously brought her a towel to wipe her sweat, and affectionately put her arm around her waist.
They clearly went to shower together.
Later, they returned, not only embracing but also kissing. The air conditioner obscured the view, making it difficult to see clearly, but I could make out the general movements.
They lay down on the bed, and at this point, I couldn't see anything.
Then, I saw the woman sit up, and she was doing a horse-riding motion. If she were a man, this action would be very obvious; it would be clear at a glance that they were having sex.
Perhaps it was symbolic? Perhaps they were using a substitute.
I hoped they were just symbolically having sex and weren't using a substitute.
But what did it matter? In short, they were doing something disgusting, perhaps not as disgusting as men doing men, but still quite unpleasant.
However, I still had a date with Shanshan the next day. If I decided to give up on her, I could easily skip the date.
But I went anyway.
We bought things, ate, and then had drinks and listened to music at the lounge.
She was still cheerful and talkative, sometimes leaning close to me or touching my hand.
I really didn't understand. Even if she was interested in me, she might only be able to share me with another woman in the future—what was so good about that? Why should I continue seeing her?
But perhaps sharing with a woman is still better than sharing with another man! And I also had a conquering mentality: to win her over and make her understand that men can give her greater enjoyment.
Whether I could achieve this, I wasn't sure, but I really wanted to win.
Another week passed, and I saw her meeting that woman twice more.
I thought it was my turn.
That night, after dinner, we went to a disco. I held her and kissed her. You don't necessarily have to dance wildly in a place like that; you can just stand there in the dark.
I held her, gently kissed her forehead, then her ear. She flinched and gently pushed me away.
But the music was so loud, and she wanted to speak, so she brought her mouth close to my ear again. "
What do you want?" she asked.
I said, "I want you!"
Since I was already speaking into her ear, I took the opportunity to kiss it lightly.
She flinched again, gripped my sleeve tightly, and said, "Don't do this! We can't be together."
"Why can't we be together?" I asked.
"I buy you things every day, haven't I scared you away yet?" she asked suspiciously. "
You buy things just to scare me away?" I feigned disbelief.
She shrugged lightly and said, "Maybe you have money, you don't care, maybe the women you know are used to this."
I said confidently, "I know you're not that kind of woman."
She said, "Maybe I should try another way to scare you away!"
I suggested, "Maybe you should try my method."
She said, "What method?"
Looking at her intently, I asked, "Do you really think women are better than men?"
She said, "What do you mean?"
I said, "You know what I mean, so why play such an abnormal game?"
She suddenly turned sharply, went back to the table, picked up her glass of light wine, drank it in one gulp, and then walked towards the door.
I followed her out.
These places require tickets; you can leave anytime. Once
we were outside, I said, "If you want to go home, I'll drive you!"
She said, "No need, don't worry about me, I'll just take a walk around the neighborhood!"
I stayed by her side, and she didn't object.
Later, she said, "How did you know?"
This was something I couldn't reveal the truth to her. I just said, "You can't hide the truth forever. You might be able to keep a secret, but your girlfriend might not be so!"
This was a scheming tactic, but it's hard to prove I was lying. Love is like a battlefield, and I felt I had the right to use an abnormal method when dealing with a female opponent.
She sighed, "Since you know what kind of person I am, why are you still chasing after me?"
I said, "You don't really care about what I buy you. Don't try to scare me away with this. If you don't want to associate with me, just don't agree to my dates in the first place. The fact that you're willing to go out with me clearly shows you have some feelings for me, right?"
She took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
I gently put my arm around her waist and said, "We can be friends. You can't discuss this with anyone else, but now that you know, you can discuss it with me. How about we go back to the car and talk?"
We went back to the car, which was parked in the parking lot, and sat inside.
She kept crying.
She started sobbing.
I gently hugged her and let her cry. It's best to wait until a woman has finished crying before talking to her.
I said, "If you know this is wrong, then you should try to change."
Later, she wiped away her tears. I said, "How could you fall in love with someone like this? I believe you're not like this at all."
She said, "I'm lonely! A girlfriend came to comfort me, which I welcomed, but gradually it developed into this."
I said, "You shouldn't be lonely!" You must have a lot of men pursuing you!
Shanshan said: "Back then, after I broke up with my boyfriend, I was in a bad mood. Later, I met her, and we became very good friends, but she wouldn't let me have any other boyfriends...
She didn't say anything, just nestled against me, which was obviously a sign of acceptance.
My hands started moving over her body. It's very likely that she used the same method with that other woman, because there's not much difference in how it's done. This initial contact should be the same for both men and women, only the final step is different.
But her feelings must have been different. First, she knew I was a man, and second, she had a different kind of feeling for me, because she's never been interested in men, yet she's willing to do this for me.
The car wasn't a good environment, but I couldn't give up this opportunity.
Taking her home would be better, of course, but once we got home, she might change her mind. I had to touch her most important part.
I kissed her very gently, gently caressing her through her clothes first, and then I started to put my hands inside."
There was no need to unbutton anything, because her top was a pullover with loose, long hems, making it easy to slip my hand inside. I just needed to reach in and unhook her bra.
I unhooked it, and my hand was already there.
As soon as I touched her, she trembled and then moaned.
I don't know if my hand could beat that rival's, but I'm sure I'm pretty good.
I then moved my hand under her skirt.
I wanted to touch the two most important places as quickly as possible.
First, I touched her panties. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, which was good; otherwise, it would be a huge obstacle.
Although the panties were very form-fitting, the edges were elastic, so I could pull them open and slip my hand inside. I quickly slipped my hand in because I felt it was already very wet.
I touched the most important spot, and since it was wet, it was very slippery.
She trembled and let out a soft moan.
I said, "Are you still...?"
Of course I am, she said. "Be careful with your hand!"
She told me to be careful with my hands, not because she was afraid of hurting me, but because she was afraid of cutting me.
This worry about hurting me wasn't hard for me to solve.
As she said, if you don't stick your fingers out, you won't hurt.
I believed her rival had tried to do that before, hence her warning; as long as I didn't insist on barging in, there wouldn't be a problem.
I'm sure I did just as well as my rival, because her reaction was very intense.
She kept moaning, pressed close to me, sometimes pinching me, sometimes tugging at my clothes, finally shuddering and letting out a long sigh.
I stopped too. I was glad she was the type to enjoy this kind of service, otherwise I would have had trouble.
As she clung to me affectionately, I whispered in her ear: "Let's not continue here, let's go back to my place, okay?"
She said softly: "At my place, I still need to exercise."
"What exercise?" "
I do rhythmic gymnastics every night." She seemed to intentionally boast about her full, curvaceous body, swaying her hips.
Impatiently, I immediately drove straight to our home.
Back home, she removed all her burdens as usual. Perhaps I wasn't as familiar to her as that other woman; she seemed a little shy, and I deliberately avoided her awkward and uneasy emotions.
A short while later, she walked towards me wearing a pink, sheer gauze nightgown—of course, underneath she was still only wearing a short pair of panties.
Reaching my side, she smiled sweetly.
She said, "Am I beautiful?"
She was no longer so shy, becoming lively, perhaps because in her own home, she was already quite experienced in this matter, only her previous opponent wasn't a man.
I sat up and carefully admired her under the light. Areas invisible through binoculars were now visible; not too dense, because of her youth, and the center was a light and even color, giving an exceptionally clean feeling.
My hands were also busy, and she reacted again. She closed her eyes, the intense sensation causing her hands to roam over my body, eventually reaching the place my rival hadn't touched.
She pulled her hand away immediately; she touched me because I had also removed my towel.
She opened her eyes and looked, saying, "This...this is terrifying!"
That was because I was already in a state of high excitement.
Although I wasn't particularly large, it was still quite shocking to a woman who had never had any experience.
I reassured her that everyone does this, and everyone can enjoy it, and that elasticity can accommodate it.
She understood.
My hand finally brought her to another climax, and then I truly possessed her.
I finally reached my climax, stopped, and asked her how she felt.
She said it felt very full, but she also had a sense of fulfillment she had never felt before. Before, she always felt something was lacking because of the emptiness inside.
Her friend insisted on using her fingers, but she refused; that woman had even suggested bringing a substitute, but she still refused.
Now she felt fulfilled.
I slowly withdrew, then went in again, and after that, it went smoothly.
After all, people are elastic; being small isn't such a big problem.
I could also feel that she was enjoying it, and she had also reached orgasm.
Later, I couldn't hold back any longer.
When I couldn't hold back, my heart would pound wildly as usual—a natural, involuntary muscle response that I couldn't control.
This might have been painful for her, but she held me tightly, so she didn't seem to be in so much pain, and she knew it was the most wonderful moment.
After that, I calmed down, like a tightly drawn bowstring relaxing. Once relaxed, I naturally shrunk and then slipped away.
I finally left her, but she raised a question first. She said, "I'm afraid…
I won't be as enjoyable as those experienced women!"
She was competitive, but not arrogant; perhaps she wouldn't have said that to that other woman.
I told her that these things are hard to compare; when you like someone, you don't care so much about that.
But she was very particular.
She told me that if there was anything I could improve, I should teach her.
That was wonderful; clearly, she absolutely hoped for a next time.
I didn't disappoint her. I showed her how to do it this way and that, but if she wasn't used to it yet, it might affect her enjoyment, so she shouldn't force herself.
She said, "I'm comfortable now, come on, let's try again!"
I explained to her with a wry smile that we needed to rest for a while before trying again, as men generally can't do it continuously so quickly.
After resting for a while, we tried again, but she found it difficult to accept. In fact, it was quite difficult, as she was just starting out and wasn't used to doing it continuously. She said I made her feel a bit hot.
We finished quickly this time.
It seems she is a rather upright person after all.
She told me that men are still better; with men, at least she wouldn't commit a crime.
But how to get rid of that woman?
I said: Does she have any special power to control you?
She said no, that woman just begged her, and she even suggested breaking up, but then softened and continued.
I said: It's easy, just tell her you're already with another man, and she won't be interested anymore!
This method worked, but the inside story was more complicated than Shanshan knew. I personally went to find out who this woman was, and I had already taken photos of her at Shanshan's house with a telescope and camera.
She was a wealthy girl who cared a lot about her image. I told her that if she didn't give up on Shanshan, I would send her photos to her father, and then she would have no choice but to submit.
After that, I could have Shanshan all to myself. Later, I married Shanshan. People laughed at me, saying that this playboy had been conquered by Shanshan. Maybe it was true; she had never been touched by another man, and I had pioneered and guided her. I could only feel at ease marrying a woman like that.
In fact, Shanshan's character was also very good.

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