An unexpected encounter at the stairwell

This is a twelve-story teaching building. I'm on the roof now. A few seconds ago, I wanted to leave this world, but now I have a new life goal, a goal that excites and terrifies me. I practically ran to the building. It's 8 PM on August 9th. School is on summer vacation, but for various reasons, some students don't have homes. I started checking each study room from one end of the building to the other, but there wasn't a soul in sight. 9th floor, 8th floor, 7th floor—nobody. I started to calm down, but also felt more desperate. All sorts of questions began to flood my mind: What if I get caught? Wouldn't that make me even more ashamed to live? Just as I was struggling internally and starting to have second thoughts, I suddenly noticed a light on in a classroom on the 6th floor. Like someone trapped in a cave for days suddenly seeing light, my heart started racing. I quickly walked to the classroom window. Looking inside, my excitement reached an unprecedented level. I saw a girl with long black hair, wearing a yellow t-shirt and a white skirt, sitting in the row by the window, writing something. I couldn't see her face and didn't know what she looked like, but for me at that moment, as long as she had a hole in her body, that was enough—first, to break this damn virginity. She was it. I looked around and saw a classroom ahead with its lights on. I went over and saw no one inside, so I turned off the light. These people were studying, and they didn't turn off the lights when they left. I went downstairs and saw no one on the fifth floor. On the fourth floor, there was a classroom with a couple studying on their laptops, and a few other classrooms with a few people studying. There were many people studying on the third floor, but I figured since no one was on the fifth floor, the noise from the sixth floor might not be heard below. So I boldly went upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief when I found the girl still studying. I started planning my glorious transformation from virgin to virgin. First plan B: Go over and ask her a question, then suddenly attack and knock her unconscious. But I didn't know if one blow would be enough to knock her unconscious. Plan: Turn off the light, then approach her and threaten her into submission (the light is at the classroom door; I can turn it off directly when the door opens). Plan D: Go directly to her and tell her that I'm going to die today, begging her to grant my wish. After careful consideration, I decided to go through with the plan, but I didn't have anything to threaten her with. Then I remembered my roommate had a fruit knife, which I could go get. I checked the time: 8:40, and the building would close in an hour, so I had plenty of time. I made a bet in my mind: if the girl wasn't there by the time I got the knife, I would abandon my plan. If she was still there, I would have sex with her without hesitation, no matter what it took. I quickly left the dormitory (which was very close to the teaching building) and started gathering my gear. I got the fruit knife, then loosened the laces of my sneakers to use as a rope. My phone still had over 9% battery, which should be enough, so I didn't need a flashlight (I didn't have one). Then I drank a few sips of my cheap red wine to bolster my courage (I bought two bottles for 4 yuan during a supermarket promotion, and drank one during the day). Upon reaching the classroom building, I took the elevator to the 6th floor and carefully walked to the classroom. She was still sitting there. I was overjoyed, yet also felt sorry for this girl's fate. I had held out for so long, hoping she would leave and not give me that chance. I checked my surroundings again to make sure everything was alright. I glanced at the time: 9:05. There were 5 minutes left before the building closed. I needed to subdue her within those 5 minutes, keep her inside, and then slowly play with her tonight. Since I bravely made that decision, I should never give up until the very end—a line from a novel. I took a few deep breaths, pushed open the classroom door, and turned off all the lights. Immediately, I heard her shout: "Ah, who is it? Stop messing around." I stood there without saying a word. After my eyes adjusted, I saw her walking towards me. I quickly went to meet her and pushed her hard, sending her crashing to the edge of the podium. She fell heavily to the ground. I pounced on her, pinning her down, ignoring her scratching and clawing at my arms. Because I was holding her down tightly, she managed to shout with difficulty, "You... what are you doing? Let me go...!" At that moment, I used my knee to hold down one of her hands, freeing my right hand, and then I brandished my fruit knife, holding it to her face and sternly saying, "Shut up, boy.""If you dare move again, I'll stab you to death!" At the same time, I tightened my grip with my left hand, holding the knife to her neck with my right. She was immediately terrified and froze. I took a deep breath and quickly thought of my next move. Years of experience with novels told me that I couldn't rush things. I had to calm her down first. If I forced myself on her, she would resist desperately, and we might both end up hurt. So I calmed myself down and said to her, "Do you have any money? Give me money and I'll let you go!" Hearing my words, her body visibly relaxed, and she whispered, "The money is in my bag. I'll give it all to you. Please let me go!" I said, "As long as you obey, I guarantee you'll be fine, but you have to cooperate with me, understand?" She nodded. This girl is so stupid, I thought to myself. Schools teach useless things all day long, but never how to protect themselves. That's why we see girls being harmed in the news every day. I said to her again, "Now I need you to turn around so your back is facing me. Then I'll help you up, and we'll go get the money together." She nodded, and I easily turned her over and pressed her onto the podium. Her protruding buttocks touched my already erect penis, almost causing me to ejaculate. I steadied myself, used my elbow to press her firmly against the podium, and pressed the knife against her back. Although it didn't pierce her clothes, the tip was almost piercing her flesh. I took out my shoelaces and tried to tie her hands (I had previously made them into tight loops). As I started tying them, she realized something was wrong and began to struggle desperately. At that moment, I accidentally used too much force, and the knife pierced her clothes, the tip already embedded in her flesh. I could clearly feel it in my right hand. She cried out in pain, "Ah, it hurts! Stop!" My heart skipped a beat; I didn't want to kill her. Looking closely, thankfully, the puncture wasn't deep; it shouldn't be a serious problem. I said, "If you move again, I'll stab you all the way in," and applied a little more pressure with my right hand. She cried out, "Ah...it hurts...stop...I promise you, I won't do it anymore, it hurts so much, boohoo." Seeing that she had gone limp, I quickly tied her hands together, then led her to the bench below, made her lie face down with her back to me, and then sat directly on her back, immobilizing her. I took out a few more shoelaces and tied her legs to the chair legs. Once everything was ready, I checked the time on my phone: 9:25. After struggling for a while, I was covered in sweat. I planned to rest for ten minutes until the teaching building closed before starting. Sitting on this girl felt very comfortable; her soft body was pressing down on me, causing her to breathe heavily and make soft moaning sounds. My previously limp penis began to harden again; my desire had been aroused by her. Without further ado, I was going to start raping her. I reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She, who had just calmed down, started screaming and began violently shaking her body, kicking her legs in resistance. But she was a weak woman, and being pressed down on me, she was already struggling to breathe under my weight. Now, with her hands and feet bound, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. It was already 9:35, and the building was deserted. No matter how loudly she screamed, no one would come. I remained calm, sitting on top of her, enjoying her screams, her despair, her helplessness. After struggling for a while, she ran out of strength. I felt she was ready to accept her fate. So I reached out and started touching her vulva. Although I was a virgin, I had watched quite a few pornographic videos, so I had some theoretical knowledge. When I touched her labia and then further inside, I found it was wet. I didn't know if she had wet herself out of fear or if she was actually aroused, but either way, it excited me greatly. I teased, "Hey girl, even though you're saying no, your body is quite honest. Look how wet you are." At this moment, she, who had been verbally resisting, suddenly fell silent. I brought my mouth close to her face and said, "Tell me honestly, don't you want it too? Haha." She blushed at my words, her voice softened, and even carried a hint of ambiguity. "You pervert, you scum, let me go, or I'll... I'll..." She hesitated to even say the word "call the police." It was worse than being raped; everyone around you knew, especially for a college student whose studies were more important than anything else. "Call the police? You know you won't do that, don't you? Why let everyone know, right?" She fell silent. "Since resisting is useless, just enjoy it. I promise I'll make you feel good, hehe," I continued to tease her. She remained silent. Well, she's pretty smart. She's not good enough for me to lose interest, but I won't let go of my prey once I've got it. I started touching her vulva in various ways. Because of her position, my hands were being held by her buttocks while I touched her vulva, which felt especially good. I reached my other hand under her shirt and touched her breasts, and started kissing her. She kept quiet and didn't make a sound. I tried to lick her vulva but couldn't reach it. I smelled her anus and it didn't smell bad. Although I really wanted to lick her anus like in those Western movies, I held back. After some teasing, the girl started moaning. After touching her for a while, I felt like I was almost there. I got up and took off my pants. The girl was still immersed in the pleasure. I was thinking about how to fuck her in this position (she was lying on the bench with her hands and feet tied). Doggy style? No, it's hard to get her to stick her butt out because she's tied up. Then I remembered a Western BV I had seen before, where a man sat on a woman's buttocks and fucked her. Yes, that's it. I glanced at my penis (no exaggeration, mine is quite long, although not very thick). Okay, I can do it. I strutted onto her lap, spat on my hand, smeared it on my genitals, then spat again and smeared it on her vulva. She realized I was about to have sex with her and started struggling and moaning, but it was useless; it only increased my pleasure. I moved forward, sitting on her buttocks, and began to rub my penis against her anus and vulva. The soft, warm feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I rubbed my glans against her vulva and began to insert it. I rubbed it a few more times, preparing to penetrate. I lay on top of her, kissing her neck, and said, "I'm going to insert it now." She moaned, "No...no...um." I said, "Do you want it or not? If you don't, I won't do it." (Playing hard to get) The girl said, "No, please let me go, please (lol)." I thought to myself, "Damn, why isn't she following the script?!" I rubbed for a while longer, until I felt I'd ejaculate if I kept going, so I slowly inserted myself. Even though I'd done plenty of foreplay, it was still incredibly tight, but there was no sign of a hymen blocking it. So I figured she might not be a virgin, and in a fit of rage, I thrust in hard. "Ah...ah...it hurts...pull it out, it hurts so much!" the girl, who had been silently enduring it, started screaming. I said, "Stop pretending, you're not a virgin, you're just a slut, I'm going to fuck you to death!" I started thrusting, completely ignoring her cries. Her vagina was incredibly tight, unlike the warmth of the outside. It was hot, tight, and sticky inside—too stimulating for a virgin like me. It squeezed so tightly I ejaculated in less than three thrusts. I continued to rest on top of her, though I was very unwilling, my penis started to soften. After releasing, a sense of guilt welled up inside me. I started to worry, afraid I'd done something stupid. I started to pity this girl. I'd hurt her; what would become of her? What if she committed suicide? All sorts of thoughts swirled in my mind. I had completely lost all desire. Holding this beautiful body, this little lamb at my mercy, I had absolutely no idea what to do with her. Suddenly, the girl said, "Useless trash, is that all you've got?!" She sneered. I was stunned, speechless for a long time. A surge of anger slowly rose within me. Just moments ago I was pitying this girl; now I only wanted to fuck her to death, to fuck her raw. I vigorously rubbed her pitifully small breasts, touched her vagina, and slowly my penis began to regain its strength. I said to the girl, "Heh, you dare mock me? My last shred of self-respect won't allow you to trample on it! Watch how I fuck you!" The girl, gripped tightly by my grip, struggled to say, "You're just a piece of trash, garbage, scum, go to hell!" I climbed on top of her again and thrust into her hard, yelling as I pumped, "I'm going to fuck you to death!" Maybe I was too rough; the girl screamed especially loudly, but I couldn't hear her anymore. For three years in college, I'd been ridiculed as a loser. The distorted faces of my classmates, the bitterness of the past—the more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the harder I fucked her. When all those miserable experiences from my college years flashed through my mind, I found the girl lying there motionless. My heart skipped a beat. Had I really fucked her to death? I quickly checked her breathing; thankfully, she was still alive, but she was definitely unconscious. Could it be... could this be what they call being fucked unconscious?! This ordeal had left my penis throbbing with pain. I pulled out, sat down on the chair next to me, and checked the time. 3. In other words, I fucked her for almost half an hour. Maybe because of anger, I didn't even realize it. I turned on the classroom light (there's no school behind the teaching building, so it's fine to leave the 6th floor on while waiting) to check on the girl. She was lying there, and from behind, I could see her vagina was turned inside out. I could see her pink opening slightly open, and her labia were all red from my fucking.My own penis was a little red at the glans, and it was still throbbing slightly. But I didn't find any blood on my penis or her vagina, which meant the girl wasn't a virgin. Seeing the bruises on her bound hands and feet, I felt sorry for her, so I untied her and laid her flat on the table. Only then did I have a chance to observe her closely. She was very pretty, with an oval face, fair skin, small but beautiful breasts, round buttocks, and a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth. I successfully lost my virginity, but I wasn't happy. Maybe the alcohol had worn off (I'd drunk a lot during the day). I started thinking about my family and realized I couldn't die, I couldn't be caught, I had to live. Thinking this, I found the girl's phone. Like me, she used a 5s, but annoyingly, it was locked. I tried all my usual passwords one by one: wrong, 234 wrong, 22 unlocked. Maybe it was just luck, but I easily cracked her phone's lock screen password. I casually looked through her phone and found unread messages on QQ, one from a girl and one from a guy. The girl was from her roommate asking where she was. From the profile picture and nickname, I knew the other person was her boyfriend (they used matching profile pictures). Looking through the chat history, I learned they were indeed a couple. He was studying at a university in another city, and the guy would leave early for summer vacation to visit our city and see the girls. Heh, as a long-time single guy, I finally got my revenge and avenged my fellow countrymen. I took off the girl's top and bra, lifted her skirt, and started taking pictures of her. I even had her take a picture with my penis. Afterwards, I noted down the QQ numbers of a few people from her boyfriend, family, and friends, and started composing emails. While I was composing the emails, the girl woke up. She looked at me, then at her surroundings, understood her situation, sat up, and started getting dressed. She seemed quite calm. During her dressing time, my plan was complete. I cleared my throat and said to her, "Listen to me before you make any decisions." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain, which was very unpleasant. I snorted and continued, "You've been...slept with by me...twice..." I deliberately paused, "That's an indisputable fact." She looked up and glared at me, then lowered her head and ignored me. I continued, "I took pictures of you, more than one. I edited the photos into an email and was going to send it to your boyfriend." She looked up again, glaring at me, and said, "You're a real scumbag!" I ignored her and continued, "I've already scheduled to send it to several other people at 9 AM tomorrow. I'm using an overseas email address; no one knows the password except me. Only I can stop this from happening at 9 AM tomorrow. That is, if I'm still alive and willing to do it. Do you understand? You can't do anything about it!" I said, "What do you want to do? You've done everything you could. What else do you want?!" She persisted. "It's simple. You can't call the police, you can't commit suicide, or tell anyone else. In short, no one can know about this. I'm not asking you to forget it." As I spoke, I walked up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. "I hope you can accept it. What's done is done! I'm not asking you to forgive me, but at least don't torture yourself!" She stood up, hitting me with her hands and crying, "Why me! Tell me, why!" Seeing her tear-streaked face, my initial teasing mood vanished instantly. I'm completely powerless against such a cute girl. I picked her up, sat her down in a chair, and waited for her to calm down. I told her the whole story, and after I finished, she calmed down. We talked on and off for a long time afterward. She told me her name was Li Wenting, that she would be a junior in college next year, and that this was her first time.

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