Bastard Girl

In my senior year, I chose to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but unfortunately, for various reasons, I failed. However, I wasn't willing to give up and wanted to try again next year. Graduation was approaching, and the dorms were chaotic. Everyone had endless parties every day. Because I was determined to try again, I rented a room in a private house far from the school to avoid being disturbed. The place I rented was a three-story building. Actually, it was originally only two stories. The landlord saw that the nearby houses were in high demand and didn't want to demolish the original building, so he simply built two more stories on top. Such a house is inherently unsafe, but since housing was scarce nearby, I had no other choice. I chose a small room on the fourth floor, the one at the very back with a west-facing door, and moved in. All the other rooms faced south, except for mine, which faced west because it was in a corner. Of course, you couldn't expect a private bathroom in such a place. We shared one toilet across all three floors, with no gender separation. You just locked it from the inside. The landlord cleaned it quite well every day. Every day, I ate in the cafeteria and studied in the classroom, just like before. Days passed one by one.

My feelings were very complicated at this time. My classmates were either preparing to enroll in graduate programs at prestigious universities or had found good jobs. I studied Mechanical Design and Automation, so finding a job was relatively easy. But I wasn't satisfied and was determined to take the exam again next year. I didn't like eating and drinking with my classmates all the time. Their words were too empty. Except for some class gatherings and our dormmates' get-togethers, I rarely went. When I had free time, I liked to browse the DXY Community. This little brother of mine, no longer a virgin, couldn't suppress his loneliness and often needed to masturbate. I'd look at pictures on DXY Community, find some articles, and write down the content. Then I'd go back to my room, lie down, slowly recall the scenes, and slowly release myself.

I don't know when, but a couple moved into the apartment next to me. They seemed to be my classmates; the guy was quite handsome and tall, often wearing sportswear, and seemed to love sports. The woman was 1.65 meters tall, with a great figure, very voluptuous. She had permed hair, looking somewhat glamorous, but also very beautiful and extremely arrogant, as if she had never even glanced at me. Compared to her boyfriend, my height of just over 1.7 meters was, of course, insignificant. If this jerk of a woman hadn't messed with me one day, I might have actually been able to continue my graduate school entrance exam preparation.

Here's what happened: One day I had food poisoning and kept going to the toilet. While I was inside, I heard a woman outside shouting, "Hurry up!" and banging on the door. That was forgivable; if I could get food poisoning, others could too. Hearing it was a woman, I quickly wiped my butt and left. Opening the door, she said, "What are you doing in there, taking so long?" She was incredibly arrogant, as if I had shit in her toilet. Then she went in and said, "It stinks to hell!" Damn, does your shit smell good? I thought to myself, forget it, things haven't been going well lately, no need to get angry with a little girl. I had planned to go back inside and lie down immediately, but my stomach betrayed me; it started acting up again as soon as I stepped out. So I squatted outside the bathroom door to wait. A while later, she came out, saw me squatting there, and started yelling, "You pervert, you motherfucker!" I was so angry I almost fainted, being falsely accused of being a peeping tom by a woman. My stomach was hurting too much to argue with her, so I quickly went inside and locked the door. She cursed a few more times at the door and left. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I vowed revenge. I wanted to show her what was what, I wanted to rape her.

But I still had my senses; I knew perfect revenge required meticulous planning. That very day, I drilled a hole in my already damaged door. I observed that bitch's life. I wanted revenge, I swore I would. That night, I didn't sleep. After they turned off the lights, I squatted outside their wall and listened to their conversation. After listening for a while, the woman started talking about me, saying all sorts of irrelevant bad things about me, but she didn't mention the bathroom incident at all. She probably genuinely thought I'd seen her private things, so she didn't want to tell the man, just wanting to say something random to make him dislike me too. At this point, the man interrupted, saying, "That guy's a complete idiot. Seeing him carrying around graduate school entrance exam books every day, he must have failed the exam years ago and can't find a job, so he's still stuck here." I really wanted to kick the door open and kill that scumbag couple. But I still had my senses. I swore I would get revenge. A wicked smile crept onto my lips.

From then on, my life became much more interesting. I stopped going to study during the day and stayed in my little room. Whenever I heard a noise outside, I would look out through my doorway. Gradually, I gathered a lot of information. The woman was in the foreign languages department, and the man was in the physical education department. The man often went out to play soccer in the afternoons. The woman also frequently participated in various school activities. After a while, they moved a computer in and had the landlord connect them to the internet. I learned more and more about them. I also started preparing myself, moving to several different places and buying a lot of sleeping pills.

Summer arrived, the World Cup started, and I graduated, but was still preparing for graduate school. At that time, the school cafeteria broadcast the World Cup every night, all night long. That couple had a computer in their apartment, and the guy initially watched it all night. Later, I heard them arguing; it seemed the woman wanted to be online for the first half of the night and sleep for the second half. Of course, such a willful and proud woman wouldn't let the guy do that. The World Cup is a long tournament, and the guy loved football so much, he would definitely watch it in the school cafeteria, where the atmosphere was much better, with hundreds of people cheering. And the woman didn't close the door when she was online. Of course she didn't close the door; the summer heat made it unbearable to stay inside. I knew it was time for revenge.

Every time the guy went out to watch the World Cup at night, he would buy the girl a ton of snacks, fruit, and drinks. So every day I would turn on the light and squat in my room, waiting for that jerk to go to the bathroom. On the first night I waited, while she was in the bathroom, I quickly slipped into her room and checked the situation. Why wasn't she closing the door? I was surprised. Maybe she forgot to close it because she lived with her boyfriend every day. After checking the situation, I didn't do anything and didn't find anything unusual, so I slipped out to prepare for my next move. I crushed a sleeping pill into powder, licked it—not good, it had a strange taste. This is bad, that girl will find out. Right, she seems to be drinking orange juice, she shouldn't be able to find out, right? I made a detailed plan: I planned to put the sleeping pill in her orange juice while she was in the bathroom, and then, after she stopped making noise, go in and take my revenge.

The next afternoon, I stayed in my dorm, munching on my dry rations, waiting—waiting for that bitch to get her just desserts. Summer nights come late; it was seven o'clock and there wasn't even a hint of darkness. Night fell, and lights came on in every apartment. I knew all I had to do was wait, wait for that bitch to go to the bathroom. "Squeak..." The sound of a door opening interrupted my thoughts. I looked closely, and sure enough, it was the woman I hated. She was coming downstairs. I opened my door, quietly went out, and closed it behind me. I slipped back into her room.

I opened the packet of sleeping pills, unscrewed the bottle cap, and tried to pour the powder in. But my hands started trembling uncontrollably; I poured in a lot of powder, but spilled a lot too. I quickly screwed the cap back on and shook it. Just as I was about to clean up the spilled powder, I heard her footsteps. I thought, "Oh no, I'm done for." But then I calmed down, blew away the powder, and quickly crawled under the bed.

She came in, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss, and continued playing on her computer. When it quieted down a bit, I pulled back the sheet slightly to peek at what she was doing. I looked over and saw she was chatting on QQ. Suddenly, I noticed the webcam on the computer desk. Good heavens, was she video chatting with someone? God, did the person on the other end see me? My heart pounded, and I suddenly felt a pang of regret. Did I really have to get revenge? Where did I get such a deep grudge? Regret aside, I knew I had no way out. I could only wait and see what happened. A while passed, and there seemed to be no reaction. I suspected she wasn't video chatting with anyone, just chatting online. Then she took several large gulps of her drink, seemingly unaware of anything unusual. I felt much more relieved. I knew I could get my revenge; all I had to do was wait.

After a long while, she slowly slumped her head onto the computer desk. I knew the drug was starting to take effect. But looking at the remaining orange juice, I wondered if it would be enough to drug her, given how much I'd spilled and how little she'd drunk.

I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly crawled out and gently nudged her from behind. She didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly. At that moment, I made a ruthless decision and chopped hard on her neck. She let out a muffled groan. I pushed her hard, but she didn't react. I went out and locked my bedroom door. I hadn't had time to lock it earlier. Then I came back and locked her door.

I drew the curtains and carried her to bed. As I was about to turn off the computer, I suddenly realized her webcam was quite advanced, the kind that could record video, though the quality wasn't very clear. I suddenly had the urge to record my revenge on her that night. I went back to my apartment to get a USB drive. Luckily, modern USB drives have 1GB of capacity, which was more than enough. I adjusted the settings and angle, and began my revenge.

I collapsed beside her, looking down at her unconscious body, her face flushed red—she was fucking beautiful. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned her t-shirt and pulled down her pants. In just a few moments, I had almost stripped this bastard, yet beautiful woman, naked. I placed her t-shirt and pants on the bedside table. Then I unhooked her white bra, peeling it off her rounded shoulders, revealing her alluring upper body. Her mature, full, round, and white breasts were completely exposed. Two delicate, light pink nipples, like luscious dew, stood erect and beautiful. I couldn't wait to immediately reach up and touch them, one in each hand, wantonly kneading those wonderfully soft, white breasts. After a while, I also pulled down her pink panties. I buried my face in her shoulder. I caressed her shoulder with my tongue, then licked her cheeks, as if she were a delicious meal. Her entire snow-white skin was covered in saliva. My hand cupped her white, full breasts, kneading and squeezing them, my fingertips rubbing her nipples, which swayed wildly. Her breasts were incredibly elastic, reacting to my touch. I bit down hard, and she frowned slightly. I knew I'd gone too far.

I shifted my gaze to her lower body, looking down her thighs and erogenous zones, gently caressing them. I boldly touched her most private parts. Her body couldn't withstand such teasing; even in her drowsy state, she unconsciously let out intermittent moans. I licked her flushed cheeks, my tongue reaching for her sensitive ears. My hands weren't idle either; my fingers gently parted her vulva, kneading and rubbing the flesh. Soon, her lower body reacted, and juices began to flow. I became excited, putting my head between her legs and sucking hard. The more I sucked, the more juices appeared; I could barely keep up. I knew the time had come, so I quickly stripped naked. I pounced on her, and she groaned again from the pressure. I bit her breasts a couple more times and kneaded them a few times. Then I brought my already erect penis close to her vulva. Her vulva was beautiful, with lots of hair, and it felt wonderful to touch. Her labia weren't very dark, suggesting she didn't have sex with that man often. I rubbed my penis against her vulva for a while. After a while, she started breathing softly. Then I lifted my penis and thrust it hard into her wet vagina. I didn't hold back and gave her the deepest penetration, inserting my entire penis inside her. It was still tight inside, and my penis hurt for a moment. She gasped but didn't wake up. Then I rested on her for a while, and then kept moving inside her, thrusting again and again. I remember that when I was with other women, I could only last a little over five minutes. I even doubted whether I was impotent back then. But today, after riding her for half a day, I showed no sign of giving up. I think it's probably because I'm here for revenge, and I don't have much feeling for her, so I can last longer. Soon she came beneath me, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore, so I ejaculated a large amount of semen into her body. I want to get her pregnant and then make her have an abortion, otherwise how can I get my revenge on her?

I lay down next to her for a while, and my penis started to get hard again. Who wouldn't get hard in front of such a beautiful, naked woman? Then I turned my gaze to her sexy lips. I thought this arrogant woman probably wouldn't give her boyfriend oral sex. Thinking of this, my penis got even harder. I pulled her head off the edge of the bed so that I could insert it later. Suddenly, I noticed a very long banana among the fruit her boyfriend had bought for her, and I chuckled. I took the banana. I put my erect penis into her mouth, and her mouth automatically closed very tightly, making me almost unable to bear the pleasure. I took a deep breath and climbed on top of her for a while. The pleasure wasn't as intense as before, so I used my fingers to spread her vulva and slowly inserted the banana. She was still very wet, so it didn't take much effort to insert a large portion. At this point, my penis began to move in her mouth, while my hand, holding the banana, moved inside her vagina. I yelled, "You think you're so great? You think you're so arrogant? You're still just my manhood!" Her mouth was so pleasurable that in no time, I ejaculated a large amount of semen into her mouth. I pulled out my penis. I wanted her to swallow my semen, but she was unconscious. I tried to force-feed her orange juice, but that didn't work either. I got angry and shoved the banana in hard with my hand, causing her to grunt. I used this opportunity to force-feed her the orange juice. This time she drank a lot of orange juice, and of course, swallowed a lot of my semen as well. But she still didn't wake up. I looked at the banana; only a tiny bit was inside. I pulled the banana out, peeled off the peel—which was still wet with her juice, my semen, and a little blood—crushed the banana, placed it on her chest, and licked it off bit by bit. I felt my revenge was successful; I didn't have any more tricks up my sleeve, and the drug was almost worn off. I quickly left. But then a thought struck me: I was going to take a risk. I didn't intend to just have this beautiful woman once; I wanted to turn her into my plaything.

I got dressed, went to the computer, and edited the video I had recorded. I looked at it; the effect was pretty good. I copied the video and put it on my desktop, playing it on a loop. I also left a few lines of text, roughly telling her not to tell anyone, or her sadomasochistic video would be circulated. With that in mind, I tidied up the scene a little, opened the curtains slightly, and went outside. It was already past 2 a.m. I stood outside her window, waiting for the drug to wear off and for her to wake up in pain. After a while, she woke up, rubbed her neck, and looked at herself, appearing quite shocked. Seeing the scene playing on the computer, she almost fainted. I was so happy outside that I almost fainted too. Then she saw my messages on the computer. I could tell she was about to go crazy. She deleted everything on the computer. She shut it down, sat on the edge of the bed and cried for a while. She washed herself, got dressed, and started cleaning up the mess in the room.

I went back to sleep peacefully. I knew she couldn't escape. She would become my long-term sexual object. I was sound asleep when I was woken up by an argument. I listened, and it was them. The woman wanted to move, but the man disagreed, saying, "Why move when everything's fine?" He didn't realize I had already planted my seed in her.

Afterwards, I secretly found the woman, showed her the video I still had, and threatened her by saying I had slept with her several times without a condom. I also forbade her to take birth control pills. I promised her that if she got pregnant once and had an abortion, I would give her the video. That proud woman bowed her head forever before me. This made my graduate school entrance exam preparation life anything but monotonous. Later, she really got pregnant, and I used everything I'd learned on the DXY community forum on her. Her boyfriend, confused, went with her to have an abortion. I gave her the video, had one last, satisfying session with her, and then let her go.
By this time, my outlook on life had changed; I no longer wanted to take the graduate school entrance exam, so I went south to find a job. Luckily, my major wouldn't leave me starving. I knew my good life was just beginning. Stay tuned!

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