【No. 2, Lane 16, Yongyu Road, a Fallen City】(The End) 【Author: Xiaoqiu】

Author: Xiaoqiu
Word Count: 95,000

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【Fallen City】No. 2, Lane 16, Yongyu Road (Part 1)

Opening Remarks:

I've wanted to write a novel with "address" as its title for a long time. However, I haven't had a suitable subject, so
I haven't been able to put pen to paper. Recently, I saw an interesting comic, plus a serialized story by a famous author. Finally,
I was able to organize the fragments of my thoughts and construct this story.

This story will attempt to use a slow pace, cinematic camerawork, and my imagination to depict
a scene that is seven parts unreal and three parts real, allowing readers to achieve a fantasy effect through the combination of words.

In my second semester of graduate school, I left the student dormitory provided by the university and moved to a 15-year-old building

about a ten-minute drive away . The address was 　　No. 2, Lane 16, Yongyu Road. 　　I originally thought that a new life and a new beginning awaited me... 　　This was how it should have been. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter 1 The Tenant Next Door 　　There was a crack in the wall, which I discovered shortly after moving in. 　　At first, it was just an idea to rearrange the furniture in the room. Only after I started working on it did I discover that there was actually . Although inconspicuous, it was like a classic description in Eileen Chang's novel "Red Rose and White Rose": "Over time, it became a smear of mosquito blood on the wall." 　　Abrupt, and impossible to ignore. 　　The gap, only a few centimeters long and wide, deep and dark, somehow produced an inexplicable magic, as if it wanted to suck me in. The first thing I did when I saw the crack was not to ask the landlord to fill it up, but my curiosity swelled endlessly, and I unconsciously wanted to lean closer to "peek" at it. 　　For the first week, I managed to suppress the urge and restrain the distorted desires in my heart. This was because I adjusted the position of my computer desk so that I had my back to the crack and wouldn't notice it. But as time went on, the desire gradually accumulated, transforming into a ravenous beast, howling madly. It constantly assaulted the defenses I had built with my morality, eroding and devouring me bit by bit. 　　Then, I collapsed! 　　One day, my patience finally reached its limit. One second I was browsing the web, the next I frantically rushed to the wall, crouched down, and carefully positioned my eyes to peer into the unknown world behind it. 　　Unexpectedly, it was vastly different from what I had imagined—or rather, I knew it would be like this. On the other side of the crack was pitch blackness, a vast expanse of darkness above, below, left, and right, like a black hole in space, silent and empty, devoid of light. 　　It seemed to be just an ordinary crack. 　　From that day on, I would occasionally peek into the crack. Knowing it was a blocked hole, a nameless expectation lingered within me, as if telling myself that one day I would be able to glimpse the scene behind … 　　I remember it was a sweltering night; it was already November, yet the weather showed no signs of cooling. Frustrated I browsed the web, and for some reason, a sudden surge of lustful desire made me turn to peek through the crack. Needless to say, it was pitch black. 　　“Haha…” I chuckled dryly. Self-deprecatingly and regretfully, I said, “I’d better not daydream…” 　　I quickly rolled off the floor, turned back to my computer, and muttered to myself, “Tch, making myself look like a pervert.” 　　Although I hadn’t seen anything, my desire was burning fiercely; I couldn’t leave it undone. I clicked the mouse, opened the folder named “Pink Forbidden Zone” on my computer, selected a video for tonight’s release, put on my headphones, and executed the file. 　　The film opens with synthesized electronic music, followed by the main feature: 　　"Kneel down and lick my feet!" A seemingly innocent-looking actress sits on a desk, arms crossed, yelling. Her face and despicable behavior create a stark contrast. Several lewd male actors, all dressed in school uniforms and with "aged" faces, watch nearby. 　　"No!" another actress in a gray suit protests, dressed as a teacher. She is surrounded by the male actors, her figure appearing thin. 　　"Damn it! Do you think you can make that decision?" the female student snaps, suddenly standing up and slapping the teacher across the face . The teacher is knocked to her knees, her neat suit instantly disheveled. 　　"Lick it!" the female student says, then roughly kicks the teacher's mouth and nose with her toes. The camera then zooms in, revealing faint water stains on her black stockings, causing the teacher to instinctively gag, as if the strong smell of sweat on her feet is unbearable, making her face contort in disgust. 　　"Ugh..." The female teacher still unwillingly took the female student's toes into her mouth and began licking them. 　　"That's why I said, teacher, you're a masochist!" the female student said with a contemptuous laugh, then rubbed her face back and forth with her other foot, ordering the male actors watching nearby, "Tie the teacher up!" 　　The scene changed, and the female teacher was already bound, her hands and legs firmly tied to the four legs , lying helplessly face up in a bridge position. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the camera gave her a close-up of her face, the entire screen showing her pitiful appearance. 　　Although I felt sorry for her, my lower body objected. 　　"Teacher, taste the flavor I've accumulated all day!" The female student lifted her short skirt, slowly took off her black lace panties, and crumpled them into a ball in her hand. 　　Then, an angelic smile bloomed on her innocent face, but her hands moved with devilish cruelty. She forcefully pried open the female teacher's tightly closed lips and cruelly stuffed the wad of panties into the teacher's mouth , filling every gap. 　　Seeing this, especially seeing the female student pull down her black lace panties and forcefully shove them into the teacher's mouth, was almost unbearable.

As I prepared to mercilessly ravage her later, I sensed a primal desire quietly stirring within me.

Hurry... hurry... teach her a lesson...

I began to squeeze my engorged penis through her boxer shorts; it was burning hot. My fingers gripped it tightly,
stroking it . Then I felt the corpus cavernosum gradually enlarge, merging with pleasure. Sticky pre-ejaculate had seeped out,
carrying a faint, fishy smell in the air.

My breathing grew heavy, my throat dry, and I couldn't suppress my panting, accompanied by moans coming through the headphones.

I turned the volume up slightly, but dared not turn it any louder. I wanted to hear more clearly, but
I was afraid being discovered by the neighbors.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The female teacher on the screen moaned and struggled, while the female student seemed even more excited. The tightly bound ropes,
like pythons, bit into her white flesh, outlining sickly, purplish-red marks. The male actors slowly removed their trousers, revealing
white shirts and their tanned, naked lower bodies. The camera deliberately ignored their faces, focusing instead on their
abdomens and the various shapes of their penises, creating a perverse scene.

Next, the female student approached the female teacher, her legs slightly apart and her body leaning back. She lifted her skirt with both hands
and gently held it between her lips, her face suddenly flushing with shyness.

She didn't press her genitals directly against the teacher's face, instead keeping a few centimeters away. This unexpected
action filled the teacher with confusion.

The student's skirt didn't conceal her clothing; her only garment, a black lace panty, was stuffed into the teacher's mouth.

Sparse pubic hair covered her flat stomach, vaguely revealing her private pink area.
No one knew that she was about to utterly violate the teacher's dignity…

"Hehe. Huff… Ha…" The student's genitals began to contract, a relaxed and pleasurable
expression .

*Splash! Spray!

* Pale yellow urine gushed out, directly drenching the female teacher's face.

"...Ugh!" The female teacher, her mouth stuffed with her own underwear, couldn't speak, but her eyes widened in
terror . The urine poured down on her, and bound, she had no way to dodge, helplessly enduring the female student
's urine.

The pale yellow stream sprayed directly onto her face, from her chin, lips, and nose, down to her eyes,
then flowing over her forehead, soaking her hair. Finally, the stream gradually diminished and stopped.
As it ended, the female student shook her lower body, ensuring the remaining urine splashed onto the female teacher's face.

She maintained her innocent expression, but the female teacher below no longer resembled a teacher.
Soaked , she looked utterly pathetic.

"Drink! Drink...drink..." The male actors approached one by one, each grasping their penises and beginning to
stroke them. They made their semi-erect penises instantly swell into erect shapes.

Two of the male actors took a large step forward and stood on either side of the female student, each erecting their penises. The female
student without hesitation, knelt down and grasped their penises, beginning to stroke them, her delicate
tongue licking them from side to side.

She licked from the glans to the base, not even sparing the scrotum; occasionally, she would swallow the glans, making
sucking sounds, and extend her tongue to lick the urethral opening and the secretions, her face showing excited expressions as if
these penises were incredibly delicious.

Then, one of the male actors walked behind her, helped her up, lifted her buttocks, aimed
his penis at her vulva, adjusted his position, and thrust deeply.

"Wow!" both the female student and the female teacher cried out simultaneously.

The former felt pleasure, the latter relief.

"It stinks..." one of the male actors said, pinching his nose and squatting next to the female teacher, expressing disgust. He pulled away
the lace panties soaked with saliva and urine, letting the female teacher gasp in relief. He then
waved the wet panties in front of her, mockingly saying, "Hehehe, teacher, you're really perverted, you can even
drink ."

"..." The female teacher was powerless to refute.

"Teacher, suck my big cock!" It was a tone that brooked no argument. The male actor's penis was aimed at
the female teacher's mouth. "Ah! Teacher's mouth is wet and warm, so comfortable."

"Your upper mouth is full. Next, it's time for your lower mouth." Another male actor
lewdly slapped the female teacher's pink vulva, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Ah!" The female teacher's remaining defenses were torn apart, her tattered panties floating in mid-air.

"Hey."

"Ugh... Ugh!" Before the female teacher could even utter a painful cry, the male actor
thrust his penis in without any mercy...

The male actors' heavy breathing and the female actors' dizzying low moans filled the air.
The sexual scene of the female teacher and her students being raped was unfolding...

"Hiss... Huff... Hiss... Huff..." I stroked my penis,
breathing .

Strangely, even though I was wearing headphones, I seemed to hear a discordant sound:

"Huff... Ugh... Huff... Ugh..."

Even more inexplicable, I should be the only one in the room, but I vaguely sensed the presence of others.

And they were watching me.

How could this be!

My lust was instantly extinguished. I stopped and looked around. I was still alone, and the feeling of being stared at was still
there . There was no hostility or unease, but it made me very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I turned around and looked at that narrow slit.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but it seemed like a faint light was seeping through the crack...

Someone was spying on me! No way?

I remember just looking, and I couldn't see anything.

Without thinking, I got up from my seat and leaned down to look at the crack.

And then, something amazing happened. The unknown realm shrouded in darkness on the other side of the crack unveiled its mystery.

The dark mist was dispelled, revealing its true form.

A beautiful girl.

Wearing a pink silk lingerie nightgown, she was kneeling. The nightgown
revealed : her pink neck connecting to her white collarbone, and then her right breast protruding, exposed to the air.

Among them, her tender nipples were engorged and erect, making me want to taste them.

With one hand, she rubbed her left breast through her clothes, while the other hand traced her chest and lower abdomen, reaching under her pajamas
; the position of her hand indicated she was fiddling with her private parts.

She tilted her head back, tossing aside her bangs, her light-colored wavy hair dancing in the wind. A vibrant blush and a few beads of sweat
graced . Her willow-leaf eyebrows, her half-hidden eyes, and her long eyelashes
trembled slightly with her breath.

But what followed was even more astonishing: she bit down on a purple gag, the kind of lewd prop used in adult films to make women drool
, stretching her small mouth wide open. Crystalline saliva overflowed from the gag's holes, dripping onto
her chest.

This appearance, though pitiful and moving, didn't feel out of place; it was as if the gag was a
part , releasing her beauty. For a moment, I was mesmerized.

If I added ropes to bind her, I wondered what an alluring sight she would look like?

My mind was filled with these terrible thoughts as I stared speechlessly at the scene before me. Suddenly, I remembered a
scene from the pornographic film I had just watched. The actress playing the teacher and the woman before me seemed to merge into one, and an unconscious sigh escaped my throat : 　　"Ah..." 　　Whether intentionally or out of ecstasy, she actually struck an exposed pose in front of the slit. It was a rather difficult yoga pose. She remained in a kneeling position, slowly arching her back and supporting herself with her left hand. 　　The view beneath her pajamas appeared before my eyes: a thong of the same color, tied with ropes. The small piece of fabric couldn't cover her pubic hair, and her soft vulva, half-exposed, made my blood boil even more. 　　She squinted her eyes, focusing intently on exploring her sensitive genitals with her fingertips. 　　Slowly, the color of the bottom of her thong began to deepen, changing from pink to light red. Noticing this, I unconsciously reached into my boxer shorts at the same time as her, grasped my penis, and rhythmically began to stroke it back and forth. 　　We masturbated together… 　　After a while, her breathing became heavier, and her hand movements became larger and faster. 　　Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, soaking her entire chest. Finally, her left hand, which had begun to weaken, could no longer support her full weight, so she simply lay down on the ground, raised her buttocks, spread her legs into an M shape, and supported her body with her shoulders. 　　Her left hand, which had been supporting her, quickly untied the thong and tossed it aside. 　　Ah! Her pink, engorged labia contracted and released repeatedly, the glistening, lubricating fluid making her vulva tender, juicy, and tempting. And her right hand, throughout the entire process, rubbed her clitoris back and forth, never leaving it. The pink, engorged clitoris gave her even more intense pleasure. 　　The beautiful gasps and moans grew louder, especially with the gag in between, transforming the sounds into a sadistic melody. I felt increasingly excited, my hands , feeling sticky and wet. 　　Between her legs, one hand rubbed her rosy clitoris, while the other, like a spoon, probed the entrance. The glistening fluid on her fingertips, the squelching sounds, and her wanton, obscene appearance were all a treat for me on the other side of the crevice. 　　"Huff...ha...huff...ha..." I gasped. 　　"Ugh...uh...ugh..." she moaned. 　　Although the wall between us was a slight disappointment, it didn't affect my physical response— I gritted my teeth, enduring the intense pleasure emanating from the tip of my penis. 　　"Ugh!" With a scream, she trembled, spurting a silvery arc . 　　Orgasmic incontinence? 　　No, it was squirting! 　　A gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her open vagina, splashing onto the walls and floor. Although the amount of fluid she sprayed was only a silvery arc, the pheromone scent wafting from the opening only fueled my lust. 　　"Ugh..." At the same time, I reached my limit, my penis trembled, and I ejaculated . 　　The cloudy semen splashed onto the floor. 　　The force of the ejaculation far exceeded my usual amount, leaving me feeling completely drained. 　　I panted, noticing that she was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. She sat up, the purple gag still in place, her hazy eyes fixed on the opening, blinking slightly, full of a smile. 　　In that instant, our eyes met. At the same time, I understood the message she was trying to convey— 　　I know you're watching me. 　　Shock! 　　I sprang up from the floor, then immediately slumped back down. The smell of semen in the air told me that the passionate scene I had just witnessed wasn't a fantasy, her smile wasn't fake , and the meaning in her eyes was 　　genuine—real. 　　She knew I was spying on her, and she even let me watch. More importantly, she had masturbated to orgasm . 　　What a joke! 　　Suddenly, an unknown anger raged in my chest, along with a feeling of being mocked. I abruptly stood up and stormed outside. Then, I went to the door next door and pounded on her door. 　　Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! 　　After knocking, the blood rushing to my head receded like a tide, and my suppressed reason quickly regained control . I immediately regretted it. 　　By knocking on her door, I had indirectly admitted that I had been spying on her. What if she confronted me as soon as she opened the door ? How was I supposed to answer? 　　Should I say, "I only discovered that hole today"? 　　No one would believe that... 　　Or should I say, "I didn't know that hole could see into the other room"? 　　That would clearly make it seem like I'd been spying on her several times! 　　Cold sweat poured down my back, and I frantically tried to escape back to my room. Just then, her door quietly opened... not through the peephole, but open directly without any warning. 　　I turned my head slightly, and our eyes met. 　　Whoa!

This face-to-face contact was completely different from seeing her through the gap. Or rather,
the impression I had of her just now was that of a beautiful woman suited for masochism; but seeing her in person, I realized my
interpretation was far too disrespectful.

She possessed a perfectly masochistic physique bestowed upon her by heaven!

Just seeing her, my mind would unconsciously conjure up images of her bound, whether it was front-hand binding,
back-hand binding, turtle shell binding, or various other forms of bondage, all of which would showcase that masochistic beauty. Not to mention the addition of
other restraints, such as a gag, tape, clips, a blindfold, a nose hook, etc., which would make her appear
pitiful and tormented in the midst of masochism.

Why did I immediately associate this image with her? Was it because I saw her wearing a gag?

Instantly, I felt my blood rush to my lower body, and my recently limp penis became
erect .

Click!

I saw her pick up her phone, an untimely sound rang out, followed by a bright white light that assaulted my
retina.

"Ah! What are you doing?" I asked in a panic, "Why are you taking pictures of me with your phone?"

She didn't answer, and suddenly tried to close the door.

I quickly took a step forward, wedging my foot between the door and the wall so she couldn't close it. Then, I grabbed the door
with one hand , pulled it open wide enough for me to get in, and approached her.

"Give me the phone!" I threatened her fiercely, "or else..."

To be honest, I had no idea why I was doing these things, nor did I know what her phone had captured
, and I had no intention of threatening her... it was just instinct that drove me to do these things.

She tried to resist, saying, "I'm going to scream..."

"No!" Hearing this, I tensed up, and my body instinctively squeezed through the crack in the door, bursting into her house.

I grabbed her hand holding the phone with my left hand, and quickly covered her mouth with my right, using the momentum to push her
down onto the entryway.

Thump!

We both fell to the floor in a very ambiguous position. An unsuspecting observer would
have mistaken us for a long-lost couple, passionately indulging in a strange yet familiar feeling.

Suddenly, it dawned on me why she was filming me with her phone.

Wearing only boxer shorts, with a large tent in my pants, and eyes gleaming with lust, I'd come next door and knock on a woman's door—
anyone would think I was a pervert, right? What's worse, I'd barged into her house uninvited, pushed her
down, covered her mouth to prevent her from making a sound, and my engorged penis was pressed against her snow-white
thigh. I was truly beyond redemption.

I looked at her awkwardly.

She looked at me mischievously.

Her eyes were milky white, without any cloudiness, with dark brown pupils in the center. Reflected in her pupils
was a contradictory expression I couldn't describe.

"Don't...don't scream, okay?" I released my right hand and cautiously asked her in a questioning tone. Then,
I frantically tried to get up, but this position offered no support.

"Huh? Not continuing?" Her tone sounded somewhat disappointed, then she joked, "I
thought you were going to rape me..."

My emotions had calmed down, and I quickly apologized, "Sorry... I, I acted impulsively."

She ignored my apology and asked, "You saw it just now, didn't you?"

"Huh?"

"My most authentic self..." She leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "...I deliberately let you see
..."

"..." I froze.

My mind was blank; I didn't understand. Her eyes met mine, her warm body pressed against mine, so
close I could even smell the fragrance emanating from her body. My heart pounded, I licked my dry
lips, and stammered,

"How, how did you know I was spying on you?" My words betrayed my true feelings.

"No reason... I've been observing you since the day you discovered the crack..."
A mischievous smile played on her lips, her face still flushed from the lingering effects of her orgasm. "...I didn't expect your
reaction to be so different from most people's. Instead of trying to fill the crack or just covering it up with something, you
turned your back and pretended you didn't see it?"

I didn't answer. Should I tell her that I also wanted to spy on her?

"...I silently watched you, your normal life in the room..." Her expression was a little smug. "...
Especially when you're watching porn and masturbating, I'd masturbate with you in the room... just like what you
saw today."

"...So I didn't know when you were spying on me, but I wanted you to spy on me anyway."

She casually dropped a bombshell. "Every time you masturbate, I masturbate with you."

"What..." I was so surprised I couldn't speak.

"And I also know you love watching those SM videos. All the videos you've watched are this type...
I

like this kind of thing, just like you. Do you like my look today? Wearing a gag.
" She teased my lips with her finger. "Ever since I found out, I've deliberately worn
a gag when I masturbate, hoping you'll peep on me..."

Her explosive declaration aroused me, like ants crawling up my spine, an indescribable
tingling sensation. Although I couldn't see my face, I knew my features were distorted, and I wanted to say something but
couldn't make a sound.

"If you like, I can let you 'peep' on me every day..." Her finger
rubbed back and forth on my lips, as if inviting me, "...wearing whatever props you like to satisfy your desires."

Peep?

She kept emphasizing that word.

After hearing this, for some reason, my sense of morality exploded, and thinking about my masturbation while peeping
, I felt a wave of nausea. I pushed her away and stood up, yelling,

"Stop joking!"

"But..." she immediately punctured my hypocritical moral facade, "...you watched me ejaculate, didn't
you?"

"I..."

"Don't deny it," she pressed her advantage, continuing to attack me. "You seem to enjoy watching, and I feel
happy watching you. The heat in your eyes made me climax... Don't tell me you didn't see it."

"Shut up!" I yelled. I turned around, intending to storm out and rush back to my room.

At that moment, she calmly added insult to injury, saying,

"Look at your lower body. That's the best proof."

She completely shattered my defenses.

A strange thought quietly arose within me; I felt like prey caught in a spider's web, having fallen into
her trap from the very beginning. I thought I could break free and escape, but little did I know I was already firmly bound, at her mercy, slowly
savoring and enjoying myself.

"Want to 'peep at each other'?" She stood up from the floor, a seductive smile on her face.
"From today onwards, I won't cover the crack anymore. So, as long as I'm home, you can see my most
authentic self all day long..." She abruptly changed

the subject, "...but in return, I want to observe your true self. Naturally, you
ca cover the crack either, okay? It's an agreement, isn't it? Otherwise, you know..."

She shook her phone.

It was less of a mutual agreement that required my consent and more of a direct
order . My obscene photos on her phone had become her leverage. Honestly, I didn't know where she got
the confidence to think I would agree to her "peeping at each other" request.

I didn't hear her next words and rushed back to my room without looking back.

Then, I saw the crack in the wall again.

I hesitated, wanting to find something to completely cover it up. But before that thought could
materialize , it vanished. The crack seemed to emanate an invisible hand, beckoning me incessantly:

"Come on. Come and see. I know you really want to see..."

I couldn't resist peeking.

As she said, I could no longer see that deep darkness, but rather the appearance of her room. In front of me
was a small whiteboard with the words:

"If you see this word, the agreement is in effect.

" "Whoa!"

I cried out...

[Fallen City] No. 2, Lane 16, Yongyu Road (Part 2)

"Yu Luo, you don't seem to be in a good mood today."

"Huh...?" In a daze, it seemed like someone was calling my name.

"Hey! Wake up!" The owner of the voice gently patted my shoulder and said with concern, "You didn't sleep last night?"

I blinked, and the voice brought me back to reality. A desk with notebooks and pens,
a whiteboard covered with flowing writing, and a middle-aged man waving in front of me with a suspicious look. He was my classmate in
graduate school , which meant—

I was in school.

"Tsk tsk...did you go to a hotel room?" Hearing his signature joking greeting, "No wonder
you look like you're completely exhausted. Looks like the girl you were with last night really suited your taste. Tell me,
how many times did you ejaculate last night?"

Hearing the word "girl," I suddenly shuddered, snapping out of my daze.

My classmate hadn't guessed the answer correctly, but some parts were quite accurate. I didn't go to a hotel room last night, but I did meet
a beautiful girl who really suited my taste, but...that girl gave me such a strong shock that I couldn't
process it .

"No, that's not it," I retorted. "I just didn't sleep well last night. You know, I just moved to a new
place and I'm not used to sleeping there yet."

"Oh," he replied indifferently, then continued, "The teacher dismissed class early, are you leaving?"

"You go ahead," I said, tidying up my stationery and materials on the table. "I'm going to the library to borrow some books
to prepare for next week's homework. I'll go back after I'm done."

"So serious, why don't you do mine too?"

"I'll do my own homework."

"Haha. I'll go now." He shrugged and turned to leave, but turned back at the classroom door and said to me,
"Don't forget to do my homework!" "

Screw you."

My classmate's departure made me feel unreal.
The scene in that woman's room last night, and the strange agreement she made with me without my consent, still lingered in my mind. Even after a whole night,
I couldn't calm .

At this point, I had to mention what happened to me this morning.

As usual, I always wake up an hour and a half before class. Half an hour was spent washing up and getting dressed
; the rest of the time was for breakfast and the drive. But before leaving in the morning, I suddenly remembered
what she had told me last night:

"From today onwards, I won't cover the crack anymore. So, as long as I'm home, you can see
my most authentic self all day long..."

As a result, almost under my own influence, I couldn't resist peeking through the crack again.

Just as she had promised, the other side of the crack was no longer covered. Without the little whiteboard from last night, I could
see clearly. Especially her bed, which was perfectly aligned with this angle. Although I couldn't see the entire bed
, the side of the bed was within my view.

Due to the size of the gap, my field of vision was limited. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could see
part delicate body, lying on her side in a very natural and languid posture.

She must still be fast asleep...

Sunlight streamed through the window, like a thin layer of pale yellow silk, covering her body and creating
an artistic scene that I couldn't help but be mesmerized.

Perhaps it was the sun beginning to radiate its heat, or perhaps it was casting a blinding white light, but she unconsciously
shifted in bed, trying to find a position to shield herself from the sun. Before long, she succumbed to the sun
's power, reluctantly getting out of bed and disappearing from my sight.

A few seconds later, I heard thumping footsteps, then she suddenly reappeared before me. Head slightly raised,
back straight, chest out, arms outstretched to the sides, as if to let me admire her beauty—her

naked, alluring body.

"Wow!" How could I possibly handle such a stimulating sight first thing in the morning?

My nose was throbbing, the blood surging uncontrollably as if it were about to burst through my lungs for
fresh air.

No!

My reason kicked in with the highest warning: retreat was the best option. I absolutely couldn't
let the woman's alluring charm lead me astray. With that thought, I
scrambled and strategically fled my room at lightning speed.

This recollection is the main reason for my unusual absent-mindedness in class today. Of course, I couldn't possibly tell
anyone me about this erotic scene, like something
out of a novel—they'd think I was crazy! These days, such things don't happen that often. But social problems like polygamy and mistresses
are rampant, and everyone's used to them.

So what's impossible?

I wonder if it's because no one around me has ever had a similar experience that I
still can't accept it?

Since there's no precedent, I can only deal with it as it comes. After leaving the classroom, I didn't go to the library, but
instead wandered aimlessly down the corridor. Going to the library was just an excuse; the real reason was that I didn't want
to go back to where I lived.

Who knows if she was home? If she was, wouldn't going back mean she'd see everything?

Becoming food for her sexual desires. Even if she didn't peep, could I resist the urge to
spy on her?

To be honest, I couldn't guarantee it.

I knew perfectly well I couldn't. I knew I absolutely couldn't bring myself to completely block the gap; I would
definitely go and peep. But I didn't want her to know I was going to spy—a classic case of a petty person. Not to mention,
what if I went to spy and happened to run into her spying on me too? I didn't want that awkward situation to happen.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of self-loathing…

Oh right, and the photos on her phone… Forget it, that's not the point.
Whether the photos are there or not is irrelevant.

Since that's the case, the final conclusion is that from today onwards, I'll leave early and return late, treating the room like a hotel, only going back when I need to
sleep . Firstly, this will prevent her from spying on my daily life; secondly, without
the room, I can't peep, completely suppressing my hidden urges. Conversely, perhaps after a while,
she might give up the idea of spying. Thirdly, if she really stops covering the crack as she says,
it means the initiative is in my hands, and I can spy whenever I want.

In the end, I think I'm a pretty selfish man. So what? Everyone looks out for themselves.

A series of benefits kept swirling in my mind, and I secretly felt proud of my brilliant decision.

"Hehe..."

"Hey, classmate, the bell has rung, why aren't you in the classroom yet?" A voice rudely
interrupted my lewd thoughts, "Could it be... you're planning to skip my class?"

I ignored it. The voice continued its incessant tirade: "As a teacher, I have to properly
tell you that attending class is a student's duty. If you can't even attend the most basic class, then you don't need to waste
money on university; you'd be better off working. When you suddenly have an epiphany and
want to go back to school, no matter how old you are, it's not too late. After all, today's society promotes
the concept of lifelong learning..."

What the hell?

I was just wandering around the corridor, and I was mistaken for a student about to skip class
! This is utterly humiliating! If I really wanted to skip class, I wouldn't be standing outside the classroom;
I'd just stay home and sleep.

Besides, I graduated from university, served in the military, and even worked for a while. Now, I've
finally gotten into graduate school and am back to studying seriously. I never imagined I'd be mistaken for a student skipping class.

Is it because I look "young"? Or is it because my clothes look like a university student's
?

"...If you've listened to me, hurry up and get into the classroom. I need to prepare for class." With that,
the voice entered the classroom.

"Oh...okay." Since a misunderstanding has already occurred, I might as well play along. I didn't want to
go back I'll just use this class to kill some time.

It was then that I noticed the teacher who had just reprimanded me was a young and beautiful female professor. I followed her
into the classroom, and just from her back, I could clearly tell a few things:

First, she was from a wealthy family. To be a university lecturer at such a young age, she must be extremely wealthy
and influential, undoubtedly having studied abroad. That pride of a modern woman emanated
from her very being; it was obvious just by looking at her.

Second, her expertise was either literature, art, or both. Simply put, she exuded
a noble and artistic aura, clearly cultivated through a high-quality education from a young age.

Third, she had very high standards for herself. She's the kind of person who can accomplish things independently and also expects others to do the same,
a quality characteristic of a leader. Her blood type is likely A, and her zodiac sign is probably Virgo.

Fourth, she might not be very good at recognizing people. That's why she mistook me for her student. Or perhaps her class
had so many students that she simply couldn't remember what they looked like.

I must admit, since starting graduate school, I've subconsciously started judging and
analyzing , and combined with past work experience, I'm usually about 70% accurate.

I randomly found a seat in the back row against the wall. It wasn't until the female professor started the class that I realized her lecture content
perfectly matched my deductions—

"Eileen Chang's Literature."

The class wasn't large; after all, it was a relatively niche literature course, and on a Monday morning, enrollment
was naturally even smaller. No wonder she valued student attendance so much. Therefore, it also proves that all four hypotheses I just
deduced could be true.

Today's lesson was film appreciation, continuing from last week's content. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what classes I had
last ! However, the film chosen for this film analysis is titled "Lust, Caution." (This is from Taiwan.)
The renowned international director Ang Lee reinterpreted and filmed the novel of the same name. Even if I hadn't taken the previous course,
I would still know some of the details, so I wouldn't be completely clueless if the teacher asked questions at the end of the course.

Of course, "Lust, Caution" is one of the few works by Eileen Chang that I have
a strong impression of. This is all thanks to our great director Ang Lee, who filmed the
passionate love . Especially the scene where Tony Leung and Tang Wei were in a sadomasochistic relationship, with Tony Leung tearing Tang Wei's cheongsam and sexually abusing her on the bed, is
unforgettable.

I remember when I watched it in the cinema, this scene made me instantly aroused, and I wished I could become
the male protagonist and satisfy my sadistic desires.

Now, in the dimly lit classroom, preparing to watch this classic scene again, suddenly,
something inexplicably hit me.

"Uh..." At first, I thought it was just some trash someone had carelessly thrown away, and I reached out to throw it
back. But the feeling of it made me feel strange. Warm and soft, the
fabric …

This style… could it be underwear?

I turned my head, immediately regretting it. The face that met my eyes was none other than last night's neighbor.
I was completely stunned. She was sitting with her legs crossed, staring at me with a wicked grin, and
slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt with her right hand, until her snow-white, round buttocks were exposed,
as if to prove to me that the underwear in my hand belonged to her.

Her left index finger was held up and lightly pressed between her lips, signaling me not to make a sound.

I stared dumbfounded at her next move. Her wicked grin turned into a seductive expression as she
picked up a ballpoint pen from the table, slowly inserted it between her legs, twisted it left and right, and then pulled it out.
Then she stuck out her tongue and deftly flicked it back and forth along the pen barrel, making a tasting expression, as if
it tasted quite good.

Once wasn't enough, so she repeated her actions. This time, however, she didn't use it herself;
instead, she offered me the pen, generously sharing it with me.

My attention had shifted from the movie to her, and it was a situation I couldn't help but pay attention to. The
pen was still in front of me, odorless, but I didn't dare reach out to take it, let alone imitate her and
taste it . I was still holding her panties, and we remained locked in this awkward standoff.

Damn it! How come since meeting her, I've been in such a passive and irresistible situation?

I knew this wasn't right; I absolutely had to take the initiative, but how?

That's it!

I waved the panties in my hand at her, stood up, giving her a "come with me" gesture, and then
stealthily left the classroom.

Sure enough, she followed me right after I stepped out. Now that the opportunity had arisen, I couldn't
let it go to waste; it was my turn to seize the initiative.

I made a silent decision:

"I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

The corridor, quieter during class time, provided added secrecy for my actions. I led
her to the restroom on the fourth floor of the teaching building. The reason for choosing this location was simple: this floor mainly consisted of professors'
private research labs, making it quieter and more secluded compared to other floors.
This gave me a geographical advantage as the battleground for my upcoming negotiations with her.

To be on the safe side, I chose the men's restroom over the women's.

After all, I was at a disadvantage compared to her. Since meeting her, I still couldn't fully understand her.

In fact, it was precisely because she was completely unpretentious, showing me her most authentic self, that my
analytical useless.

With her completely authentic self, what was the point of my analysis?

Therefore, I could only focus on the location, striving for the best possible terms to reduce the power gap between us
and no longer be limited by her passivity.

The remaining factor was the interpersonal relationship. Whoever had superior communication skills would be the key to this negotiation. I thought
I had a slight edge over her in this aspect. No matter what, I'm confident I'm more experienced than her, both in age and life experience.

Therefore, this negotiation will be the prelude to my rebellion.

"Senior Yu Luo, why did you call me here?"

To my surprise, her first words completely shattered my plans.

"You..." I took a deep breath to calm myself and stammered, "...How do you know my name?"

I was certain I had never told her my name, let alone know hers
; I still didn't know it.

"As long as you're a student at this school..." she began, her tone laced with disdain, "...
there's a way to find out your name."

She then took a large step closer to me, teasingly adding, "Senior Yu Luo, you brought your underwear to meet me, is it
to confirm if I'm really not wearing anything under my skirt?"

"...If that's what you want, I'd be happy to show you..." She suddenly blushed, her cheeks flushing , "...and you even brought me to this secluded men's restroom, is it to imitate that porn
you watched the other night ?" 　　The porn she mentioned had a very cliché plot: a guy uses secretly taken photos to lure a girl to a park restroom, forces her to take off her underwear, put it in his mouth, and then masturbate . After she climaxes, the guy takes out a rope to tie her up, forces her to give him oral sex, then penetrates her from behind, and finally takes photos of her being violated before leaving—a scene of outdoor coercion. 　　Quite fitting for our current situation. The only difference is that in porn, guys use secretly taken photos to hook up with girls, while I used her underwear to do it. To be honest, I never expected it to develop into such a bizarre situation. 　　"I..." For a moment, my brain completely shut down, unable to react. 　　She turned her head away, reluctantly pulling up her skirt, and asked me in a soft, cautious voice , "Senior Yu Luo... is this okay?" 　　Damn it! She really wasn't wearing underwear. 　　Her skirt was already rolled up to her waist, and she squeezed her thighs together, but it still couldn't hide her exposed skin. Two delicate, snow-white...

Her thighs met, and wisps of dark pubic hair peeked through the crevice. Her body trembled slightly, whether from shyness or excitement, I
couldn't tell .

"Senior... I've already done as you wished, proving that the panties in your hand are mine..." she said in a coquettish
tone , "...aren't you going to give them back to me?"

I only then realized that I was tightly holding her panties in my hand, and quickly handed them to her. But she didn't
reach for them. Instead, she looked at me pitifully and said plaintively, "Senior, you really want to
gag ? You're so mean..."

Why did I feel like I was falling into her seductive trap again?

She already knew my every move. She used my reactions to set up her
trap in advance, making it impossible for me to defend myself. Just like now, she knew I would have a stunned reaction, instead of
suddenly exploding with anger like last night when she teased me.

"Senior, you're hard..." Her hand suddenly attacked my sensitive area, gently caressing it as she asked, "...
Seeing me like this makes you really want to, right?"

I couldn't deny it.

Blood rushed to my lower body, all my nerves seemed to be concentrated on my penis. It was engorged and swollen,
already erect and strong, becoming even harder in her hand.

"Hoo..." I exhaled a deep breath, using my remaining sanity to resist her invasion.

She gave my reaction a teasing smile, easily pushing my hand away. She knelt down,
then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper.

"What are you doing?"

I said, sounding like an idiot.

She didn't comment, directly pulling out my penis, opening her cherry-like sexy mouth as
wide as possible, carefully avoiding the glans with her white teeth, then taking my penis into her mouth.

I didn't move, letting her do as she pleased.

Her movements were so gentle, as if she were afraid of hurting me, slowly taking my
penis into her mouth, bit by bit, from the glans, shaft, and base.

My God! She was giving me oral sex.

Although it wasn't the first time a woman had given me oral sex, it was definitely the first time I'd experienced it outdoors, and it felt
strangely indescribable. The wetness and warmth in her mouth created a tingling pleasure, like lightning, shaking
my soul.

Her small mouth, like a goldfish, opened and closed.
My penis immediately felt a suction from her mouth, making it throb and tremble. "Pop pop" sounds came from her mouth, sounding incredibly
lewd . And her little tongue joined the fray, darting left and right like a guerrilla fighter, constantly
attacking my glans.

"Hoo..."

Such skillful service, she completely understood my preferences. She shifted to a kneeling position, cupping my
scrotum in her hands, gazing up at me with moist eyes. As she swallowed, she deliberately smeared saliva all over my penis,
her unusually passionate service seeming as if she were thanking me for my favor.

Compared to other oral sex positions, this action ignited a deep-seated sadomasochistic desire within me,
only lacking the ropes and blindfold. I felt like an ancient emperor, possessing supreme power, with
the woman relentlessly devoted, her sole purpose being to please me.

She didn't use much force, nor was her swallowing speed particularly fast, yet my glans immediately felt tingly and itchy,
secreting a sticky fluid. Especially when her tongue traced the tip of my urethra, it was an indescribable, pleasurable
sensation .

In addition, her hands cupped my scrotum, her ten fingers gently
massaging me like a musical instrument.

I took a deep breath, my abdominal muscles trembling involuntarily. She looked at me, as if seeking my opinion.

I looked down at her, my expression revealing a sense of pleasure. Her eyes suddenly shifted to a seductive,
yearning look, as if anticipating something…

Then, she released my penis, panting slightly, and like a puppy, extended her tongue, placing it
on top of my shaft. She then slid her tongue down the shaft, forming a spoon shape at the base, before returning along the same path.

Next, she reached out her right hand and grasped my entire penis, rhythmically contracting and relaxing it.

Simultaneously, she added a back-and-forth motion. Of course, her tongue continued its work,
licking my scrotum incessantly.

With each contraction and relaxation, I could clearly feel the blood flowing through my veins. My heartbeat and breathing quickened,
each beat faster than the last. My corpora cavernosa thirstily wanted to devour all the blood; my penis felt like it
was about to explode.

Even more stimulating, she secretly reached her left hand to my anus. Her fingernails teased and scraped along the outer edge, and I
even felt a strange anticipation of being penetrated.

"Ugh..." I let out a sound of pleasure, my breathing quickening.

Her fingers slipped into my anus, her fingertips gently probing the intestinal wall. An unusual sensation
instantly surged to my glans, like a proportional fermentation, amplifying my pleasure without limit. I hadn't
expected her to be so skilled in prostate massage techniques. In just a moment, I felt my ejaculation overwhelm me, almost
surrendering , and I hurriedly said to her, "Stop...stop for a second, I'm going to...I'm going to ejaculate..."

"...Senior, you can't hold back anymore?" she said smugly.

I nodded.

She smiled immediately, a very radiant smile.

"Oral sex?" she paused slightly, asking me with a seductive air, "...or facial ejaculation?"

"Uh..." I really didn't know how to answer her question, as long as I could ejaculate. I stammered
, "I...I don't know. Either way is fine..."

She looked confused, as if hoping to hear a definite answer from me. Her left hand continued to probe inside my anus
, while her right hand moved from stroking to massaging my testicles. Then, she opened her mouth and suddenly
swallowed my entire penis into her mouth.

"I can't take it anymore..." In an instant, I felt the head of my penis pressing against the soft flesh of her vagina. She even knew the deep-throating
technique. My testicles contracted and expanded, and my abdomen convulsed—signs of impending ejaculation.

In a flash, she spat my penis out with lightning speed, opened her mouth wide, and let my white semen
spurt out. The white fluid that gushed from the opening of my glans not only entered her mouth but also splashed onto her face.
Up.

The supreme, wondrous pleasure appeared and vanished in those few short seconds.

A man's ejaculation can never compare to a woman's orgasm. The former only grasps a moment of pleasure, while the latter
possesses boundless joy.

My penis, covered in her saliva and the remaining semen, glistened under the fluorescent light. She wiped the semen from her cheeks
with her hand , then spat out the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth, drop by drop, onto her
palm.

"Quite a lot..." Her hand, shaped like a bowl, held a pool of thick semen and said, "...Are you satisfied,

Yu Luo?" "

Isn't that a bit much?"

I swallowed, quite puzzled by the sexual act that had just occurred, and asked in bewilderment, "

Why...why did you do that?"

"Don't men all like this?" she answered matter-of-factly. "Isn't facial ejaculation or blowjob an
essential part of oral sex?"

I couldn't deny her answer. Since the indoctrination of Japanese adult film culture, oral sex is no longer considered perverted
, clearly distinct from enemas and coprophagia. It has become the elegant opening line of every adult film.

However, what I want to ask is, why did she do this?

Giving oral sex to a complete stranger she'd only met once—what kind of act was she trying to pull?

She poured the semen in her hand into the urinal next to her, then slowly stood up, tidying her
clothes and appearance, transforming from lewd to her original beauty.

I don't know if she was trying to answer my question or confessing her feelings, but she said to me, her lower body disheveled, "
If I fell in love with you at first sight, would you be willing to accept me?"

"You…" I slowly pointed at her with my index finger, then pointed back at myself, "...Me?" "

Yes. And you'd be hopelessly in love…" She nodded vigorously, "...So, I'm
willing to show you my most authentic self…"

I couldn't speak; my entire brain went blank. I'd heard of love at first sight before, but I couldn't believe
it would happen to me. I knew perfectly well I wasn't handsome; I was just average-looking. I never imagined
a beautiful girl like her would fall for me.

"I don't quite understand..."

"...Don't understand why I'm attracted to you?" She hit the nail on the head.

"Yes..."

"I don't know..." She shrugged, "...I just fell for you."

"..." "

It's okay. Maybe we'll find out after we get to know each other better?" She
smiled and introduced herself, "My name is Bei Ying. Bei as in bud, Ying as in cherry blossom. See you tonight, Yu
Luo."

With that, she turned and walked away briskly.

"Wait!" I reached out, wanting to call her back. My mind was full of confusion, and I wanted an answer from her
.

She turned her head, revealing a sly smile again, and said, "Yu Luo, you can keep those panties as
a souvenir . You don't need to return them."

My outstretched hand was still tightly gripping... her panties.

Oh my god!

Chapter Three: Two Women in a Triple Flight, I Was Spying

The situation inexplicably developed to this point, a series of sudden changes that I couldn't accept. There's a saying: "For a man to pursue
a woman, it's like climbing a mountain; for a woman to pursue a man, it's like piercing a thin veil." How could I possibly imagine a lecherous thief poking a hole in a paper window, inserting a small bamboo tube, and
spraying out a puff of white powder smoke, causing the woman inside to unconsciously faint, and then
... well, you know...

But when the woman regained consciousness, she discovered she was no longer a virgin, and that damned lecherous thief was lying
beside her, naked and smugly saying: "Hehe, little girl. You're mine now. Don't worry, from today onwards I'll treat you

well ..." 　　The lecherous thief was her, Bei Ying; and I, naturally, was the woman who had been drugged and defiled. 　　This was a stark contrast to the usual development of a story. 　　To be honest, I initially thought she was trying to set me up. The definition of a "honey trap" is: a woman seduces a male victim, lures him to a pre-arranged location, and just as they are about to "consummate the act," the accomplice breaks in and extorts money from the victim under the pretext of "catching them in the act. " 　　However, my situation with her was not like that. I wasn't lured to a pre-arranged location, nor were there any other accomplices to "catch" me in the act and threaten me. On the contrary, I gained a trophy— 　　her worn panties, still warm with her scent. 　　How do I know? I must admit, such "fresh" underwear is simply irresistible; one would subconsciously smell it and savor its fragrance. 　　It's perverted, I know. 　　So, after careful consideration, I decided to return the panties to her. Naturally, my first goal was to get back to my place. 　　Surprisingly, she wasn't home! 　　I politely knocked on her door and waited outside for several minutes, but she didn't come out to answer. To confirm she wasn't really home, I ran back to my room and peeked through the crack. She was indeed gone. 　　Thinking about it later, it made sense. These days, college students don't usually go home early. They're usually out until late at night, dragging their tired bodies home, especially since it was only noon. I thought I was young and had the "capital," but I didn't realize everyone's "capital" is different. Just like height and weight, some are tall , some are short, some are fat, some are thin; naturally, the "capital" one possesses varies from person to person. 　　With nothing else to do, I played online games to kill time while waiting for him to come home. Of course, after what happened last night, I temporarily sealed away my porn folder. Who knows what might happen again Better safe than sorry. To put it another way, last night's events definitely left a shadow in my heart. 　　Thankfully, I confirmed I didn't develop erectile dysfunction. 　　This morning, I surrendered to her superb oral sex skills, immediately dispelling that doubt. Recalling that lewd scene, I felt a stirring in my lower body again, a sign of revival. 　　But this was not the time for fantasies. With my account logged into the system, I entered the online world and began to dominate.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the sunlight outside the window seemed to be setting. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door,
approaching from afar , accompanied by some chaotic conversation. It seemed there was more than one person. I forgot to mention, currently
only she and I live on this floor. If she were returning, there shouldn't be any other footsteps.

Could it be that someone came back with her?

Thinking of this, I, who was about to return her underwear, froze in mid-air.

I decided to observe the situation and act accordingly.

Sure enough, she returned with someone. The conversation coming from outside seemed to be only between her and another person. Moreover,
the two seemed to be arguing. I didn't know whether to be sad or happy. The soundproofing on the whole floor wasn't very good,
so if you spoke loudly, the neighbors could hear you clearly.

I unlocked the door, entered the room, and immediately heard the other person besides Beiying speak:

"Didn't you say you had something to talk about when you got home? Now that you're home, shouldn't you explain everything
clearly ?"

Her tone didn't sound angry, but rather a bit... coquettish. Yes, it was that mournful and resentful
tone . What intrigued me was that I felt I'd heard that voice before; it sounded familiar, but I
couldn't recall anyone who fit the description.

"Explain what?" Beiying replied lazily and indifferently, "...Why do you smell like a man?"

"Yes! Why?"

"I went to school today..." she said nonchalantly, "...How could I not
smell like a man?"

"Don't lie to me." The voice was full of resentment, "That's a man's body odor. Do you think it's that easy to pick up
?"

Whether Beiying did it unintentionally or intentionally, she knocked on the wall.

Thump!

Her tone remained indifferent as she replied, "So?"

"During my class this morning, didn't you walk out with a male classmate in the middle?" The voice
sounded like it was gritting its teeth, fiercely questioning, "Did something happen between you and him?"

Hearing this, I suddenly realized. Combining their conversation with
what , a woman's image instantly flashed into my mind, merging with the voice from behind the wall, becoming
the lecturer of that "Eileen Chang Literature" class.

The female professor who made such a strong impression on me?!

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

"I wouldn't."

The female professor and I shared the same answer. The masculine scent on Beiying must have come from when she gave me oral sex
, right? I never expected her to be so brazen, pretending nothing had happened. However, her
relationship with the female professor was what concerned me more at this moment.

"Since you don't believe me… how about I check you out, okay?" Her counter-offensive
was quite clever. "...From now until tomorrow morning, you can 'do whatever you want with me,' okay?"

This sentence was full of strong sexual innuendo. Especially the emphasis on the word "do whatever you want" coming from her
mouth , which conjured up many lewd and sadistic images in my mind.

"Really, do whatever you want with me?" The female professor's voice was filled with uncertainty. What she initially thought were unequivocal
conclusions seemed to be convinced after Beiying's words.

"Sure! Whether you want to discipline, coerce, or torture me..." Beiying agreed without hesitation, "...
as long as you don't break my hymen, you can do whatever you want."

Wow! She's so bold!

Judging from the tone of the first sentence, the female professor and she really had an intimate relationship that went beyond teacher and student, even reaching the physical
stage . But the second sentence shocked me.

She was still a virgin! Yet, she possessed rich sexual knowledge and skillful techniques.

Suddenly, I heard Beiying knocking on the wall again.

Thump!

Obviously, this time it was intentional. Was she trying to express something?

The crack faced my puzzled expression. Suddenly, I seemed to understand her thoughts...did she want me to spy on her?

I was torn, constantly trying to figure out her meaning. Unexpectedly, the knocking sound came again.

Thump!

This was the third time. At this time, I also noticed that the location and sound of her knocking were slightly
different . The first sound was crisp and high, probably from a hand; the second was duller
and lower, likely from an elbow; the third, needless to say, was from a foot striking
the crack.

She really wanted me to peek!

Hesitating for a moment, my impulsive desire immediately overwhelmed my moral reason. I swallowed hard, slowly crouching
before the crack, peeking into her room…

The female professor had already embraced Beiying, passionately kissing her. Their lips and tongues intertwined, creating
a lewd melody dominated by saliva. The scene was pleasing to the eye, surpassing even the most ordinary kiss between a man and a woman. It's said that women's
kissing skills are generally better than men's, because as women themselves, they fully understand their own body's
needs and know which spots to touch to arouse their desire.

Slowly and deliberately, while passionately kissing, they also undressed each other. Then, the female professor easily pushed Beiying
down onto the bed, kissing her face lightly, tossing her clothes aside, and then
kissing her earlobe, her fingers wandering everywhere.

"...Little pervert, you didn't wear underwear today?" the female professor teased, stroking Beiying's collarbone.

"What do you think?" Beiying half-closed her eyes, enjoying the female professor's wonderful kisses, and said, "...Maybe I
deliberately didn't wear underwear so you could have a chance to punish me properly..."

Uh... another lie. Underwear was clearly the key
prop .

"Tsk tsk... want to try a different experience today?" the female professor continued to explore her ear, "This is a little different from your
usual self."

"Nothing's different, umm..." Beiying let out a soft moan, "Oh... you know that besides
liking to bully others, I don't mind being bullied. Especially like you..."

"I didn't realize you had such a strange interest. But... I still prefer it the way it is usually."
"You've bullied and disciplined me." The female professor playfully pinched Beiying's nose and complained, then excitedly asked
, "...But bullying you in return seems quite fun too. I've never tried it before... So
how do you want to play?"

"Oh... tonight I'll let you do whatever you want with me..." Beiying replied weakly and obediently, "...The initiative is
in your hands, I'll be a good girl... um..."

"Really, you'll be a good girl?" the female teacher asked again, confirming. Judging from her tone, she seemed to have thought of some wicked
idea.

Beiying's expression was quite excited, and she said confidently, "Of course."

"Then... I want you to tie me up as usual, and stuff both my holes with toys to torture me."

The female professor first pleaded coquettishly, then her tone changed, and she said commandingly, "Then, I want you to strip yourself
naked, tie yourself up, put a gag on you, and you're only allowed to watch me climax, but you're not allowed to use anything to
comfort yourself..."

"This, this... is so difficult..." After hearing this, Beiying said with a wronged look, "It's really...

too cruel..."

"Because, I just don't want you to experience the pleasure of being bullied. I want you to know that the feeling of seeing but
not is the only way to have a punishment effect..." The female teacher lifted Beiying's chin and said sarcastically, "...
Master, please give your slave pleasure."

I, who was secretly watching, couldn't help but want to clap and cheer. Especially the last sentence, Beiying's helpless and
frustrated expression made me feel very happy.

"Damn it..." Beiying said sullenly.

"Master, please tie me up..." the female professor pleaded. Her hands were behind her back,
presenting herself to Bei Ying as if she were at Bei Ying's mercy. "...Please don't be gentle with me..."

The professor's weak plea was like a command to Bei Ying. Left with no choice, she could only obey the
professor 's orders, binding her upper body tightly, with extra binding around her breasts at Bei Ying's request to enhance
the masochistic pleasure. Finally, bound by the ropes, she was woven into a beautiful, sculpted figure, lying uncontrollably on
the bed.

In addition, her nipples were equipped with wireless vibrators, one on each side clamping her pink nipples;

a thick, black dildo was inserted into her vulva, with a forked end specifically for massaging her sensitive
clitoris ;

her anus was also equipped with an electric beaded vibrator, with small and large round balls inserted completely into her rectum, each operating
independently , allowing the professor to enjoy the pleasure of being masochistic.

The female professor, with a lewd expression, groaned and instructed, "Oh...uh...now it's your turn, Master
."

Poor Beiying, addressed as Master yet forced to obey her slave's commands. Torn, she reluctantly
removed her bra, staring at the gag in her hand for a moment before finally opening her mouth wide in humiliation,
slowly inserting the sound-blocking gag into her mouth, then pulling the belt behind her head to secure it completely.

Next, the clothes rack, usually used for hanging clothes, was emptied of unnecessary items, leaving only the
bare iron bar, which instantly became her instrument of torture. Silently, she took out handcuffs, intending to
cuff her hands to the iron bar in a Y-shape.

She knew that the moment the handcuffs were on, not only would she be deprived of her freedom, but she would also be unable to masturbate, only able to see the female
professor groaning with pleasure on her bed. She should have been the one lying on the bed. But her cleverness backfired
, and now she was reaping the consequences.

The female professor then added wickedly, "Remember to give me the remote control for the vibrator. I
'll need you to give me an orgasm later."

"Ugh!" Bei Ying protested muffledly.

"Oh...it feels so good. I really want to enjoy it with you, Master." The female professor turned her head away,
her eyes seductive and her face flushed, immersing herself in the sadomasochistic experience, savoring the pleasure. "...The vibrator in my vagina is so
full, it's even touching my cervix, and it rubs against my G-spot every time it moves. My little bean is also very
happy , it's tingling and numb, and it makes me orgasm very easily. And the beads in my anus, the irregular vibration feels
so indescribably pleasurable."

She boasted lewdly.

Bei Ying bit her gag and didn't say a word, but the rise and fall of her chest betrayed her emotions. Words, sometimes
, have a powerful aphrodisiac effect. Her tightly furrowed eyebrows trembled slightly, and a soft, resentful groan escaped her throat.
Saliva, constantly secreted, gradually moistened her lips, slowly dribbling uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth.

The female professor changed her position, turning over face down and raising her buttocks, exposing her vulva and buttocks to Bei
Ying's eyes, wanting her to admire herself.

The shameful posture, in my eyes, was a scene of obscene yet alluring beauty!

Two vibrating dildos, their beads constantly vibrating, caused the anus to contract
and relax, the round balls inside seemingly trying to be expelled through the sphincter muscles, yet resisting the friction; while the dildo below rotated
clockwise , each circle squeezing out the vaginal fluids secreted, wetting the clitoris
and flowing down the thighs.

The alluring female professor's skin was flushed, revealing a shy, rosy hue. I think even
a woman with whom one shares an intimate relationship would feel intensely shy upon exposing her genitals in front of her.

Her soft, full breasts were bound by ropes, and the pressure of the bed made blood flow somewhat sluggish,
giving them a pale purple hue. Her nipples, stimulated by the vibrating egg, were swollen, hard, and large; it was uncertain whether milk would leak out.

Her erect breasts outlined her graceful, elegant figure, her alluring body posing in a wanton posture. Her refined
artistic temperament instantly transformed into a pinkish hue of desire, radiating captivating charm on Beiying's bed.

Unable to release her pent-up desire, Beiying's eyes widened, her breath seemingly halting, yet
something , causing her to involuntarily arch her chest, as if to find some relief. Besides
the saliva secreted from her mouth, her lower body was also secreting vaginal fluid; with the contraction of her labia, her lust gradually intensified, the accumulated
fluid almost bursting forth.

"Oh...oh my god..." The female professor cried out ecstatically, glancing back at Bei Ying
with a smile that couldn't help but spread across her face as she continued to moan enthusiastically, "...So good...oh...it's so wonderful
...ah..."

Then, the female professor took a deep breath, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Suddenly, she
shifted her position, wanting to expose herself more fully and enjoy Bei Ying's burning gaze. She returned to a face-up position,
her legs spread wide in an M-shape, reminding me of how Bei Ying had orgasmed in front of me last night. The same action, yet the two
conveyed different charms.

To use a metaphor, Bei Ying was like a lotus, her every movement creating a deep, masochistic beauty,
evoking different feelings in different people; while the female professor was like a peony, delicate and luxurious, with two erotic
vibrators providing intense sensory stimulation.

Compared to Bei Ying, whose body was bound and suspended, she appeared petite and delicate. Whether it was the curves of her figure,
the shape of her breasts, the pertness of her nipples, or the fullness of her hips and waist, she was far less voluptuous than the female professor. But her innate
masochistic aura, combined with her delicate expression and pitiful face, far surpassed the female professor's,
arousing even more lust in men.

I think if it were a female professor, I could probably climax on her two or three times without a problem; but if it were
Beiying, I'd want to torture her all day long. Not just penetration, but also using my hands, my tongue,
every part of my body and every tool I use, to explore every inch of her body before I'm satisfied.

"Mmm... Oh... Huff..." the female professor continued to moan.

She didn't realize that as Beiying was forced to watch her pleasure, her eyes became even more hazy, her nose
was slightly sweaty, her cheeks were flushed, and even her lips, which were still biting the gag, were a glistening
crimson.

A slight tremor, a soft moan escaping her nose—that was her delicate groan, a signal of her arousal. Even
without any aids, the visual pleasure alone was enough to elicit a response from her.

Her lower body was wet, and the rich, sweet fragrance of desire wafted through the air. On the floor
below , a small puddle of water had appeared—probably her saliva? Her hands, forced to hang high
, clenched into fists, her two reddened thighs intertwined, rubbing and stimulating the sensitive area between her genitals.

"Give it to me... umm... God! So good... umm..." the professor cried out incoherently,
"Faster... Master! I, I'm almost... orgasm..."

Suddenly, the vibrator inside the professor's vagina accelerated, and her buttocks jerked upwards.
At the same time , her clitoris, stimulated by the forked dildo, became engorged and erect, exposed to the air. The activity in her anus was even more
intense, the beaded vibrator being slowly ejected with each contraction, glistening with intestinal fluid.

Bathed in Bei Ying's hungry gaze, the professor trembled all over. Her two small nipples, or rather, her large nipples,
were also being wantonly played with by the vibrating egg. She seemed to have forgotten to think, her small mouth half-open, her tongue slightly protruding, her eyes unfocused, her eyes
rolling back as if she was about to faint.

Her moans grew more and more rapid, and more and more pleasurable. The sphincter muscles unconsciously expanded, finally
spitting out the beaded massage stick used for anal torture. The anus, unable to close properly, ejected the massage stick into the air, landing it on
Beiying's bed.

At that moment, along with the complete release of pressure on one point of her body, the rest of the professor's body also released
pleasure. Intense pleasure surged from all parts of her body, flooding her brain and giving her the most primal

, natural instinct—

orgasm.

"Ah...oh! God...I, I can't take it anymore!!!"

Before the professor could even let out a satisfied moan, the dildo in her vagina was almost squeezed out, and her clitoris
broke free the moment it parted, forcefully sending her to a second orgasm. Waves of pleasure
overwhelmed the female professor, who cried out incoherently,

"Ah... Little Dou Dou! It feels so good... um... no, how... oh... how come it's coming again! Ah!

Ah!"

The professor's head was thrown back high, her body swaying violently. The black dildo seemed to be on stimulants,
twisting wildly. The final climax arrived at this moment. The dildo was squeezed out by the pressure, and
the vaginal opening and anus opened and closed joyfully; the clitoris and two nipples also
released the pent-up pressure in one go.

"Ah! Ah! Ah... no! It's... it's going to heaven again!"

The ropes creaked and tightened, leaving purplish marks all over the professor's skin. The tight restraints
suppressed the explosive release of her orgasm, all of it rebounding back onto her delicate body, impacting the nerves beneath her skin. Countless
ecstatic sadomasochistic sensations, leading her to the pinnacle of pleasure, reverberated between the ropes and her skin, surging and churning violently within her
body .

"Ahhh... the orgasms just won't stop!... Ugh! Oh... I can't take it anymore..."

The professor's breasts, squeezed tightly by the rope rings, exploded and stood erect under the intense climax, appearing full and
firm. She twisted her body uncontrollably, forcefully pulling her upper body back and thrusting forward, the ropes tightening around
her breasts , allowing her to feel the sadistic pleasure surging wildly deep within her soul.

The professor's intense climax unexpectedly became the final straw that broke Beiying's back.

Suddenly, Beiying felt as if she had been electrocuted, her eyes widening as if she had witnessed something unbelievable.
She groaned softly, and the rubbing of her legs together ceased abruptly.

Suddenly, her legs were freed, slamming open to the sides, revealing her already soaking wet
mons pubis . Her engorged clitoris pushed aside the foreskin, and her two bright red labia parted and closed slightly.

"Ugh!...Ugh!...Oh...Ah!"

Bei Ying let out a muffled "Ah," as if trying to forcefully spit out a saliva-covered gag
. Her abdomen contracted violently, and her lower body arched forward, as if she had reached her limit. Suddenly, her upper body
leaned back, her swollen vulva protruding forward, and a stream of fluid spurted from her vagina.

"Ugh...Ugh!"

Her expression was as if she was about to cry, or perhaps she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. Uncontrollably, the flow of her vaginal fluid
paused briefly , then gushed out again.

It was almost a spectacle. Without any external intervention, she could still ejaculate. And the number of times
surprised me.

Another stream gushed out; this was the third time she had ejaculated. After spraying, she gradually calmed down.

Her entire body was limp, and she only managed to stay upright thanks to the support of the iron bar.

The lewd play wasn't over yet, and a new round of abuse was about to begin. The female professor, having recovered from her orgasm,
climbed off the bed and knelt before Beiying, timidly licking her lips and saying,

"Amazing... you can even orgasm like that..."

This action terrified Beiying; she knew what was coming.

"Ugh! Ugh..." Beiying's cheeks flushed crimson, saliva dripping from her mouth. The sounds she made were pleading
moans.

"Now it's my turn to satisfy you, Master..." The female professor extended her tongue, poised to strike.

Beiying tightened her vaginal muscles, her face showing a desperate attempt to endure, but she couldn't stop the professor's tongue from invading
. A slight feeling of being stretched open spread through her vagina, wet and sticky. She shifted her hips in distress, hoping to
offer some resistance to the professor's intrusion. Unexpectedly, the tongue's intrusion was just a feint; it immediately turned into a licking and sliding motion. It licked and slid

rapidly from bottom to top , impossible to defend against. 　　Pleasure from all directions—clitoris, urethra, vagina, perineum, anus—spread like electric currents throughout Beiying's body. 　　The irresistible pleasure gradually robbed her of her last vestige of control over her body. Her face was an expression of utter ecstasy, tears welling in her eyes, her mouth emitting broken, delicate cries. 　　The female professor, bound by rope, diligently licked Beiying, whose freedom was controlled by the iron bars. Both were masochistic women, engaging in a passionate erotic play—a peculiar experience beyond words. 　　Struggling in this hell of pleasure, Beiying's previous climax hadn't subsided when the next wave of stimulation quickly robbed her of all reason, leaving only instinctive resistance. This resistance, however, seemed more like a veiled welcome. Gradually, Beiying's reactions intensified, her vaginal contractions becoming increasingly rapid. 　　She exhaled repeatedly through her nose, her moan suddenly rising in pitch: 　　"Ugh... Ugh!" 　　Another climax struck, the accumulated vaginal fluid gushing out again, soaking the female professor's face, one streak, two streaks, before finally subsiding... 　　I didn't continue peeping at the rest of the scene, but quickly ran to the bathroom, closed my eyes , and masturbated, ejaculating through the indelible image in my mind. 　　I don't know how much time passed, until I heard the female professor leave, and the restlessness in my heart finally subsided completely. 　　I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. 　　Thump! 　　Thump! Thump! 　　The sound of knocking came from the wall. 　　"Senior Yu Luo, are you there?" It was her exhausted voice, penetrating the wall and reaching my ears. 　　I didn't reply, but instead got up and looked at the crack. 　　"...Can we talk?" 　　I didn't expect her to ask me that... I thought she would ask me something like whether I enjoyed watching . 　　Her words suddenly flashed through my mind: 　　"If I fell in love with you at first sight, would you accept me?" 　　I suddenly remembered what she said... So, that's why she specifically wanted to talk to me, is that it ? My lips twitched slightly, and I said, "Um... I'm here." 　　My voice was faint, but I believed she could hear me. 　　"Can...can I talk to you?" she asked again. 　　"I don't know." 　　"Really?" Her voice wasn't sad, nor was it angry. 　　I got off the bed, walked to the wall, and placed my hand against it. I had a feeling that she was standing in front of the wall now. 　　"I..." I hesitated. 　　"It's better with the wall between us..." she interrupted me, "...If you want to say something, just say it; if you don't want to say something, just listen to me ..."

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