[Youth Campus] My Voyeurism

I don't know when I started having this voyeuristic habit, maybe it was influenced by a certain movie.

In junior high, every time it was my turn to do chores after school, I would quickly finish my own tasks to help the girl on duty with me. That girl sometimes wore very loose clothes, and of course, she didn't wear a bra. I would always secretly look at her chest when she bent over. A very small cleavage. Sometimes she noticed, but she wouldn't get up. Her face would turn red. I knew she had a crush on me because I was handsome and had good grades. Sweeping the floor was almost always what I looked forward to most back then. Later, this girl got involved with a thug. By the time I was in my third year of junior high, she was like a slut. She loved eating snacks all day. If you gave her snacks, she was willing to sleep with any boy.

I also wanted to lose my virginity with her. One day at noon, I told her to come to school early. She was supposed to come at 12 o'clock. She was dressed very tightly. It was already May, thin white pants, and the outline of her pink underwear was very clear. She was wearing a shirt on top. She sat down next to me. I didn't dare say a word, just stared at her. I started to touch her hair, and she was surprised. She took a step back, then stood up and hugged her, touching her butt. She breathed softly… "Oh no, my dad's here, you should go."

My dad came to the school to find me because I hadn't gone home for dinner. My good time ended just like that. I still think about it now… My first love also happened in my third year of junior high, almost June. After that failed attempt, I wanted to find a girl to vent my frustration on as soon as possible. One of my classmates looked a lot like Chen Songling, because she was in a drama at the time, and I instantly fell for that kind of girl. So I wrote her a love letter and put it in her drawer. After she found it, she said she liked me too. Because the high school entrance exam was approaching, we didn't go on many dates, and each time we just held hands, nothing more. But one time I went too far and put my hand inside her tank top, touching her hard nipples and breasts. She cried and ran away. She never let me touch her again. But my desire grew stronger and stronger. I wanted to spy on her!!

The school building had five floors, and behind it was a small hill, left over from when a river was dug. It was covered in all sorts of things. We did our morning reading there. The toilet window faced directly onto the hill. One day in late May, I bought a pair of binoculars from a street vendor. After class in the evening, I secretly ran up the hill and used it to peep into the girls' toilet. I saw her, but only her upper body. There were partitions between the stalls. I wasn't satisfied!! I thought of another way. I remembered there was another toilet on the playground, the kind without partitions. But the girls' toilet was right next to the wall, so I couldn't see through it. Later, I ran outside the wall and used an awl to poke away the dirt between the bricks. I created a crack, and my view was barely enough to see four stalls. I still remember witnessing her using the toilet that time.

I waited almost a week before I saw her. Because she usually didn't go to that toilet. That day, after morning exercises, she went straight there. I quickly jumped over the wall, ran to the small hole, and squatted down, quietly waiting for what was about to happen. She was wearing jeans, in a stall slightly to the right of center. Her white panties were pulled down to her ankles, revealing yellow pubic hair. Urine spurted from her pink vulva. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals. My penis instantly hardened. The girls next to her also looked, some younger, some older. The beautiful sight quickly passed. She pulled up her pants and got off the bus. I looked closely at her face. "I finally saw it!!" Because of this fetish, my grades dropped rapidly. I didn't do well on the high school entrance exam, and she didn't want to be with me anymore. I repeated a year, and the second year I got rid of this fetish and entered a national model high school, ranking second in the entire school.

High school cultivated many good habits in me because it was a devilish school, with military-style management and crazy problem-solving!

When I was bored in the dormitory, I would daydream about peeping, and thinking about it would give me the urge. Our boys' dormitory was next to the girls' dormitory. I was on the 5th floor. I could see the girls' dormitory corridor through the corridor window. Sometimes I would skip my afternoon nap and stand there watching. Several girls walked around in small triangles. Some were

boldly wearing bikinis. When they saw me, they quickly covered their chests with their hands and ran into their dormitories. After a few girls came out and giggled a few times, they became bolder at night, calling them out to talk and sing. But their good fortune didn't last long; the teachers found out, and the school covered the windows with frosted glass. The girls weren't allowed to open their windows. This didn't work, so at night I used binoculars to look through the windows of the teachers' dormitory across the way. I saw the English teacher changing clothes. She had her back to me, so I only saw her black bra… In my senior year of high school, two girls from Tibet transferred to our class. Our dormitory also moved to the A1 building across the way for easier studying. In the summer, we showered, and so did the girls across the way, because we could vaguely see them undressing and splashing water on themselves through the frosted glass. Occasionally, when they got close to the window, we could see two dark spots. We were lucky; our next-door neighbor was a girl from our class. The corridor was blocked by a sheet of metal, but we could hear everything clearly. When we returned to our dorms after evening self-study and turned off the lights to sleep, I would lie in bed and wonder who the girl next door was. I would take a teacup, turn it upside down against the wall, and listen to their conversations. I could hear her turning over in bed. Then I gently knocked on the wall, and she seemed to hear me, then knocked back a few times. I started kicking her, and they weren't going to back down.

Later I found out the girl next to me was our class's entertainment committee member, and she had huge breasts. When I was standing on the balcony looking in the mirror, I heard people talking on the next balcony. I used the mirror to observe what they were doing. Turns out they were hanging clothes to dry—wow, bras, white ones, and pink panties. The girl with the huge breasts was wearing pajamas. I looked closely at her breasts; they were so close, I could even see the outline of her nipples. But because of the reflection, she noticed me, luckily she didn't know who was watching her. Next to our washroom was the girls' washroom, but the wall between them was completely seamless. Coincidentally, there was only one window between the two washrooms, and there was a fist-width gap at the window. Even if you leaned in, you could only see half of the window. I thought, "If only that window were a mirror!" A mirror?! I quickly found a mirror and tried it out. The further I leaned in, the wider I could see! I was so excited! I arrived at the washroom early in the evening because the boys only showered after evening self-study, while the girls showered in the evening. I placed a mirror on the windowsill and observed carefully. One girl came closer and closer, glancing at the mirror but not paying attention. Then she started taking off her clothes. Her white bra was easily pulled off. Wow!! Ugly breasts, with brown nipples. Her red panties came off, revealing not much black pubic hair. She started squatting there to wash, and more and more people joined in. Two girls from Tibet also came. One had large, dark areolas. The other had small, passable nipples. The entertainment committee member also came. Wow! She was really beautiful, with pink nipples, round like steamed buns. She trembled, talking and laughing. Her pubic hair was delicate and neatly arranged. Foam swayed on her smooth body. I wished I were that foam! To prevent people outside from seeing, I covered the window with newspaper. That way I felt safe.

Also, during astronomy class, I used a telescope to look into the girls' restroom in the teaching building. It was so clear; I could see the girls pulling up their pants.

During the summer vacation after the college entrance exam, I would sneak into other people's houses at night to peep at beautiful girls taking a bath. I would climb up her ladder and look down into the bathroom. There were a few other places in the countryside. One house couldn't afford to paint its exterior walls, and the gaps in the scaffolding weren't sealed.

I would hide outside her room at night and see her masturbating in the bathtub through the gaps; it was very lewd. Once, she came to my house to borrow something, and she leaned over the table to talk to me. I boldly looked at her breasts inside her collar, and she noticed. Her breasts were very beautiful, similar to Matsushima's. I often went to her small hair salon for haircuts. Her hands were very soft, and as I cut her hair, I became bolder. She told me to bend down, and she leaned against me. I observed her buttocks and breasts. Then, I intentionally moved my hand towards her legs. She didn't notice. At this time, she needed to go to the toilet. There was a dilapidated latrine nearby that hadn't been repaired for a long time. I followed her and saw her urinating through a small hole. She was wearing lace panties and white sanitary napkins. Her genitals were very beautiful. Her eyes were looking at what she was urinating. I crept closer to her, watching her pulsating vulva from the doorway. The moment she looked up, I flinched, as if I'd noticed someone watching her. I called out. I quickly ran into the barbershop and waited for her. I noticed her reaction; her eyes were a little wet. Then she continued cutting my hair. I looked down there; there were clearly traces of urine.

Even after going to university in Tianjin, I couldn't shake my voyeuristic habit.

The toilets in Tianjin are different from those in my hometown. They don't have automatic flushing systems. Back home, the toilets were perfect for peeping. I remember when I went to Yangzhou University, I always chose the innermost stall, the one closest to the girl next to me. I always brought a small mirror and peered down, always getting a clear view of her urinating. She wouldn't even see herself. Sometimes I'd take pictures. Also, at the Nanjing Normal University guesthouse, some girls, trying to save money, would shower in the guesthouse's bathroom. Every summer when I went, I'd lock the men's bathroom door at night and hold a mirror out the window to reflect the view from next door. The whole showering process!!!

The toilets in Tianjin have wooden railings, some with a 15cm gap at the bottom. You just need to squat down near the women's bathroom entrance and peek in to see a girl's buttocks. I've seen it countless times, especially on weekends when there are fewer people on campus. I would wait in the library, pretending to read, watching to see if any pretty girls went to the restroom. If they were ugly, I wouldn't go; if they were pretty, I'd follow them, making sure to wear sneakers so I wouldn't make a sound. When she went into the restroom, I'd quietly approach her when no one was around. Hearing the "swish, swish" sound of her urinating, I'd quickly press my head to the ground to see. Pretty girls are pretty; the shape of their urine was always beautiful, some without any pubic hair. Some with pubic hair would make their entire labia covered in tiny droplets. Most pretty girls had nice vaginas. Their underwear was also nice. But I never saw a thong. Once, a girl was so beautiful that I slowly approached her, lay down in the stall next to her, and used a mirror to look behind her. You can imagine how clear it was, and she was reading a comic book, completely unaware. That was my most enjoyable time, lasting about five minutes, including urination. Her vaginal fluid dripped down like a spider's death, a long stream. Her buttocks were incredibly white. I had difficulty breathing. A few times I was discovered, but they didn't cry out. I remember once, after a pretty girl discovered me, I told her I liked her.

She smiled because I was handsome, and then I treated her to dinner. She said she already had a boyfriend. We greeted each other whenever we saw each other. But I still occasionally peeked at her while she urinated.

University life is crazy. By the end of May, after 10 pm, people would have sex in secluded corners of the campus. I saw it a lot, even in classrooms. Especially in the top-floor classrooms, in the dark, I would bring a chair and stand on it to look inside. I've also been to the women's bathroom. At night, I would sneak in quickly when the guards weren't looking and hide behind a locker. Not many people showered at night, so I didn't spot many beautiful girls. I figured out how to buy a pinhole camera from Cyber for 400 yuan and install it in the bathroom. When I got tired of it, I took it down and installed it in the women's restroom. But it's best to cover the innermost wall with newspaper, because most of the time you're discovered, it's the girls who see you peeping through the reflection in the tiled wall.

Now I'm tired of it, unless I encounter an exceptionally beautiful girl and follow her until she goes to the restroom, I mean on campus. I wouldn't dare in public.

Binoculars and mirrors are essential weapons for peeping. In university dormitories, girls take off their clothes as soon as they enter the room.

In summer, they're practically naked. So, choosing a high vantage point and a decent telescope is all you need.

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