Rape of a pretty girl

Rape of a Beautiful Woman

Thanks to fate, although I was a poor student during my university years, I lived in the most upscale villa district in Taipei.
The five-story old house was just a typical birdcage-style rental for students, but surrounded by cherry
blossoms and the gentle mountain breeze all day long, I absolutely loved this cozy little nest that had been my home for four years.

Because I was afraid of losing it, I made two copies of the key, one large and one small. The large one was for the downstairs iron gate, and
the small one was for the room door. I linked them with my car keys and carried them with me all the way until I graduated from university
, never returning them to the landlord.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed since graduation. Like many fresh graduates, I
cut my long hair into a tailored style, swapped t-shirts and jeans for shirts and dress pants, shaved my beard, and lost my former roguish charm.
Every day I'm busy with the pointless things like job interviews and self-recommendations.

After working for almost half a month, I still haven't found a job. Am I being unrealistic and overconfident, or is the overall economic
downturn really that bad? Every day, weaving through traffic and crowds, I started to miss the
leisurely, carefree, and lucky days I had in my little apartment during my university years.

I always had the urge to go back to that apartment, especially after failing an interview and getting into an old, used car. The
scorching summer heat always reminded me of countless summer days when I would lie shirtless in that apartment, lazily
enjoying the cool mountain breeze.

Gradually, I started to think that my good fortune was left behind in that apartment, forgotten to be brought out with me.

Then, after another interview, I received the same "waiting for further notice" result. Frustrated, I drove through
Shilin and unknowingly returned to my apartment building. Thinking I should try my luck, I took out my key and
tried it. To my surprise, the familiar lock opened easily. I tiptoed back to my apartment, and luckily,
it was exactly as I had left it. The yellowed blanket on the bed was neatly rolled up, and two
cigarette butts remained on the floor.

I was glad the landlord hadn't rented it out yet, so I found a broom in the hallway and cleaned the dust off the floor
, and also found a towel to wipe the spring mattress. Finally, I went to a nearby 7-Eleven and bought a newspaper
and two cans of Taiwan beer. That afternoon, I showered, read the newspaper, drank beer, and enjoyed
the cool mountain breeze for over an hour.

There's a strange, interdependent relationship between people and their environment, like a peacock in full display. In a
zoo, it's always sickly and lifeless, but released back into the forest, it's vibrant and colorful. Or like a
tortoise, it always swims towards its ideal environment; if the environment is less favorable, it won't even dare to stick its head out.

And my little nest is my blessed place.

That day, I made two phone calls from the job section of the newspaper. The second call was to a large leasing company applying for a sales position
. When I clearly stated that I was a recent graduate with no work experience, he only asked me two questions
: Was I a business major? And could I drink alcohol? I was drinking beer at the time! The answer, of course
, was yes. Without another word, he told me to bring my resume and report to work the next day.

I felt as if I had washed away the bad luck in my little nest, and with a heart full of joy, I left my little nest to begin my busy
life as an office worker.

Because I worked in lending, I had to navigate the complexities of dealing with numerous small and medium-sized enterprise managers, gathering credit information
and understanding the operational status of client companies. Holding the power of life and death in lending decisions, they all went to great lengths to
flatter me, resorting to drugs and alcohol to the extreme. Within two weeks of joining the company, I was already trapped in
a cycle of drinking and revelry that began every noon.

Immersed in this distorted life of alcohol and money, I still yearned for inner peace. My small apartment became
a haven for stealing moments of respite from my busy schedule. During breaks from the tiring social engagements, whenever possible, I would drive to my
quiet apartment at the foot of the mountain, wash away the sweat and grime, drink a refreshing beer, and then lie on my spring mattress watching the smog-shrouded
city of Taipei.

I would always sneak over around two or three in the afternoon, taking advantage of the quiet of the street corner, unlocking the iron
gate, and then slipping inside like a cat. I knew most of the people living on the same floor were office workers and students. Around
lunchtime, they were either sweating it out in class on the mountain or enjoying the air conditioning in their offices, so I didn't worry about being
discovered.

I only encountered the landlady a few times in front of the apartment, but perhaps because my hair was shorter and I looked more presentable, she didn't recognize
me. I pretended to be a stranger and walked past her, then went straight to the 7-Eleven at the end of the street.

Having a private space seemed to moderately ease my tense nerves. In my little apartment, I
would turn off my phone, take off all my clothes, and then, naked, look down at the deafening metropolis . The wind blowing against me was cool and refreshing, completely different from
the distorted, twisted, gray-white modern urban jungle stretching out before me . 　　I'd successfully sneaked around like this several times, and just when I'd almost made it my secret hideout , one Friday I opened the door as usual, only to find the room crammed full of things, the air thick with a strong perfume scent. My little nest had a new owner, and a fragrant lady at that. 　　Fortunately, the new owner hadn't changed the locks. I strode in, searching through the new cabinets , furniture, and decorations, trying to glean clues about the new tenant and contemplate the possibility of a future together. Without a doubt, the new owner was a young woman; I could tell 　　from the fashionable high heels by the door and the vibrant colors of the furniture. Opening the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall, I found it filled with trendy, form-fitting clothing: crop tops, mesh tank tops, tight mini skirts, low-waisted skinny jeans, fitted suits, and some low-cut dresses. This further indicated that the new homeowner was a fashionable working professional. 　　Although I was an uninvited guest, I couldn't suppress my desire to see what the homeowner looked like. I wanted to find her photos, so I left the wardrobe and rummaged through her desk and drawers. 　　I easily found a large photo album with at least a hundred photos—taken in Yangmingshan, Kenting , Alishan, and even abroad, like Austria or Belgium. Every photo showed a woman...

They all had the same perfect figures, as beautiful as flowers, with shoulder-length hair cascading down their pink backs, and two small tiger teeth as bright as white jade.
My favorite photo was of her reclining on a lounge chair in a bikini, the azure pool water highlighting her crystal-
clear skin, exuding a perfect, languid charm. Of course, I didn't love the charm itself, but rather
the beautiful curves that seemed to burst

forth from behind the bikini. The swimsuit was a deadly pure white, shot from the toes, the small nylon fabric clinging to her triangle area seemingly
becoming one with her body, faithfully displaying the alluring texture of her private parts. Thankfully, it was a private pool,
otherwise, many men would surely have nosebleeds.

I felt like I'd struck gold; my blood rushed to my lower abdomen, the thrill of peeping into a woman's private parts making me extremely
excited. However, I was covered in sweat, so I took a shower first, and then continued searching for this beautiful woman's belongings.

I rummaged through the closet as thoroughly as I could, finally finding her underwear, lingerie, bras, stockings
, pajamas, and slips. The panties alone came in cotton, silk, Lycra, leather,
PVC, and mesh—the sheer quantity and variety were astounding. Seeing that it was only a little
past three in the afternoon, I carefully took about ten pieces of very minimally woven, provocative underwear and pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed.

Naked, I placed a photo of her in a bikini in front of my lap, imagining her alluring nakedness
while sniffing each of her garments in my hands. My other hand, without any restraint, began to masturbate.

What would it be like without the bikini? Would there be curly pubic hair covering
a budding, throbbing mound? Would it be steaming with heat and overflowing with desire? Would those
two clearly discernible pubic mounds twitch with each thrust? And when I was fully inside her, would the sensation be
ecstatic and unforgettable?

I wonder if other men would become a little perverted in situations like this? I was pounding my fists,
on the verge of collapse, and yet I actually put on her panties—a silver, shiny Lycra low-rise thong
, yes! A woman's panties! Wearing them, my penis bulged out from the crotch, the red, shiny
glans pointing high to the sky.

The feeling of the narrow crotch rubbing against my scrotum and anus, that incredibly erotic sensation, almost
made me faint. I dared not rub my penis, and slowly walked to the dressing mirror, carefully observing my perverted reflection
. Ha! I swear, that was the most perverted man I had ever seen, it was me! A 22-year-old man, thin and tall, wearing
only a silver women's thong
, his body bare except for the fabric clinging to his pubic hairy scrotum. The elastic material clung to his male genitalia.

The thought of that same thong once pressed tightly against another beautiful woman's labia and anus, stained with her
constant bodily fluids and vaginal discharge, overwhelmed me with excitement. I rushed back to the photograph and ejaculated onto her
white bikini.

That day, I put all my clothes back in their places, including that low-rise Lycra thong that still smelled of me
. I looked through her ID in her drawer and learned her name was Lin Mingli, and that she worked at an advertising company. Finally,
I drank a can of Coca-Cola from her refrigerator, lay on her bed for thirty minutes, and then
swaggered away with the bikini photograph.

From that day on, I began to lose interest in my girlfriend. To be honest, my girlfriend wasn't bad-looking; she had a petite
figure, fair skin, and rather large breasts. But I always felt she lacked something—femininity. Femininity
is that kind of allure that makes a man instantly aroused. You see a woman like that and you
immediately want to touch and squeeze her breasts; you see a woman like that and you immediately want to rub her
buttocks; you see a woman like that and you immediately want to spread her thighs; you see a woman like that and you might ejaculate without even realizing it. My girlfriend
wasn't that kind of woman, but Lin Mingli clearly was.

Almost two days a week, I would go back to our apartment and masturbate, sometimes in Lin Mingli's bed, sometimes in
front of her dressing table. Sometimes I would wear her pajamas, sometimes I would smell her unwashed underwear, and once
I even wore a head full of her underwear and ejaculated into her drinking glass. I think I'm sick, and this sickness is a deadly
sexual perversion.
You're bound to run into a ghost if you walk the night road too often. I remember that day clearly; it was a Monday in early autumn. During
the morning business meeting, my boss gave me a dressing-down, asking if I'd been indulging in too much sex lately, saying I always felt dizzy and
lethargic. Damn that boss! Everyone knew he was
furious because two clients had recently gone bankrupt, leaving a huge amount of bad debt uncollected. But those weren't loans I'd made!

I was full of complaints, enduring the whole morning, and finally managed to sneak back to my apartment during a break from work in the afternoon.

As I whistled in the shower, I heard the bedroom door open. I immediately
fell silent, tightened the faucet, and listened intently to what was happening inside. Through the door, I heard the
sound of high heels stopping by the door. It must be Lin Mingli returning. She took off her shoes at the door, walked to the desk, and then let out a soft "eh
." She sat down at the desk, opened a drawer, and seemed to be anxiously searching for something.

I stood in the bathroom, holding my breath, and gradually, the wicked thought of raping her surfaced
in my mind. A battle raged within me between Satan and angel, until finally Satan plunged his sword into the angel's heart, and blood began to
rush to my head.

It's not surprising, really. After fantasizing about her in photos for so long, how could I
suppress the surging lust in my heart when she was right in front of me?

I first dried myself off, covering my face tightly with a cotton vest, leaving the rest of my body bare
to avoid the discomfort of undressing later. As for tools, I grabbed a few towels, hair ties, and a toilet
brush, just in case.

Hearing Lin Mingli rustling behind the door, I gently pushed it open and glimpsed a pretty figure sitting sideways at a desk
, her beautiful right cheek slightly turned towards me. With lightning speed, I pounced on her.

"Wow! You are..."

Her face turned pale instantly, and she cried out in alarm. Before she could finish, I grabbed her
upper body and desperately covered her mouth with my other hand.

"Hehe... Quiet! If you disturb others, I won't let you have an easy time." She struggled violently in my arms,
trying to kick my groin with her pink legs.

I clamped her pink legs between my thighs and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. Then, with great effort, I gagged her with
a towel, tied her hands to the bedposts, and bound her feet tightly together with the sheet.

By the time I was mostly done, I was panting heavily. It was my first time doing something like this, and I was a little apprehensive
. But since I'd already started, there was no turning back.

She was spread-eagled like Jesus on the cross, but while Jesus faced death calmly
, she had tears in her eyes, her delicate body throbbing and writhing like a shrimp.

I looked down at my prey closely. She was wearing a well-fitting gray suit—a tank top, a shirt, and a tight
skirt—clung tightly to her beautiful body. Her small face, with bright eyes and white teeth, and deep-set features, was even more
radiant and captivating than in the photos. As she struggled, her narrow skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing tiny
silver panties beneath her light gray stockings—the very same ones I'd used to masturbate the first time I entered her.

Seeing her firm, supple thighs and smelling the musky scent emanating from her, my penis immediately hardened
. At that moment, knowing what was about to happen to her, she stopped struggling and looked
at me with pleading eyes.

I was almost stunned. Damn it! How could there be such a captivating woman? She was beautiful whether she smiled or cried.
The more pitiful and helpless she appeared, the more it fueled the burning desire within me. I stared at her blankly for a long time, then a plan formed in my mind. I
said to her, "You should know what I'm going to do to you! But as long as you don't make a fuss and behave,
maybe I'll ejaculate before I even penetrate your little hole, then you'll escape this ordeal!"

"Mmm...uh..." she nodded repeatedly, her nose making muffled sounds.

"Now I'm taking the thing out of your mouth. If you scream, I'll shove it back in and immediately rape your cunt
. No matter how many holes you have, I'll fuck them all hard," I said decisively.

I pulled the towel out of her mouth, and sure enough, she didn't scream. She just whispered, "I won't scream. As long
as you don't rape me, I'll listen to you. I'm getting married next month. Please, let me save my virginity
for my husband, okay?" She looked at me earnestly.

"Pah! I don't believe you're still a virgin. I've already looked through all your things. Your underwear
is all sexy and provocative. How could you not have been penetrated by a man while wearing clothes like that?" I
replied incredulously.

Hearing the words "penetrated by a man," her face flushed, and she murmured, "It's...
it's true!"

"Then you must have seen a man's penis, right?" I asked her, holding my penis in front of her.

She avoided looking at the enormous thing in front of her and nodded shyly.

"I didn't hear you! Have you seen it or not?" I pressed, pretending not to understand.

"I...I have!" Her voice was barely audible.

I was satisfied with her answer; at least she didn't lie and say she'd never seen one.
I simply couldn't believe a beautiful woman in her early twenties had never seen a man's genitals.

I loosened the bindings on her feet, removed her stockings and skirt, and unfastened her vest, shirt,
and bra from the front. She only instinctively flinched a few times, probably knowing she couldn't escape, before finally obediently letting me remove her clothes.

"You said that as long as I behaved and let you ejaculate... you wouldn't... penetrate me,"
she reminded me suspiciously, squeezing her legs together.

"Ha! You're really confident, knowing I'll ejaculate early. Do you always help your boyfriend finish like this
? Hehe... no wonder you've kept your virginity." She was almost completely naked now, her two luminous white
breasts dangling from her open bodice, trembling gently, flawless and white.

I rubbed her full breasts a few times. Her eyes looked helplessly to the side, tears streaming down her face. She bit her
cherry lips tightly, her delicate body trembling. I was angry and snorted, "What! Would it
kill you to let me touch you? What kind of virgin act are you putting on!" My hands kneaded her warm breasts even harder.

She simply closed her eyes and tightly shut her legs.

"Hmph!" I reached out and forcefully pulled up her panties. The silver panties sank into her labia minora, her thick
labia majora turned outwards, tightly gripping the narrow strip of fabric. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed on the dark lips, leaving only
short roots.

"Ah…it hurts!" she cried out softly, her pink legs trying to dodge to the side.

I didn't let her escape. Holding her legs down, I brought my head close to her vulva, using the tip of my tongue to part the strip of fabric deep inside
. A plump, tender little hole was now exposed before me. The moment my tongue brushed against her labia,
she shuddered, her legs buckling under my grip, unable to break free, and she began to sob softly.

The sudden, tangy scent of her vulva sent my blood rushing to my groin, my head spinning, wanting only to indulge in unrestrained
pleasure.

The vulva before me was young and alluring, its color slightly dark but not dull, its texture firm yet not sagging, its fullness
just right, its fragrance surpassing even the finest delicacies. Two tightly pressed labia densely concealed the entrance, only
revealing its hidden wonders under the exploration of my tongue.

I frantically savored her genitals, not missing an inch of skin, not overlooking any crevice, while
her sobs never ceased, until my tongue grew tired and my penis went numb. Only then did I stop, straddling her
chest.

"Come on! Open your mouth, little beauty, if you don't blow me out, I'm going to fuck you!" I commanded
, kneeling on either side of her neck, my hand gripping my penis.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes brimming with tears, filled with endless disgust.

"What? Still thinking about it? My cock can't wait! If you don't open your mouth, I'm going to shove it
into your hole!" I lewdly grinned.

A blush swept across her face, and she opened her cherry lips with difficulty, tears streaming down her face. My penis didn't
hesitate at all, instantly plunging into her small mouth, the glans touching her warm tongue, soaking in the moist and sticky fluid, making her
feel incredibly comfortable.

"Hehehe! If you don't work harder to make me come, do you want to give me your virginity?" I
smiled sinisterly, reminding her to work harder to serve me.

Remembering what I had just said, she was suddenly startled, her previously tightly closed mouth began to move, sucking on my penis.
The penis was constantly sucked and manipulated, occasionally teased with the tip of the tongue at the urethral opening, or violently slid into the glans.

"Mmm...oh...so good...I didn't expect you to be such a blowjob expert, it's a pity you didn't become a prostitute with such a skill
!" Feeling the warm tongue tracing every sensitive spot, bringing unparalleled pleasure, I exclaimed in a hoarse voice
.

Her eyes were teary, but her cheeks were slightly flushed with shame. She probably felt the penis in her mouth hard to the bone
and began to throb. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed and sucked wildly, each time almost reaching her throat, then
she held the penis tightly and pulled it out.

In less than three minutes, she almost sucked out my semen. On the verge of another climax, I pulled out
my penis in time, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the surging tide of anger. I didn't intend to let her go; I wanted to take
her even further.

"Ugh... How could you do this... You promised you'd let me go once you came, how could you stop at the last minute
..." she complained, still unwilling to accept it.

"Heh! You still want to eat my cock?" I asked her with ill intent.

Her face flushed red as she thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and nodded, saying, "Yes! I still want to eat yours... eat
yours..." As for what she wanted to eat, she couldn't finish the sentence.

Even knowing she was forced into it and only wanted me to ejaculate quickly, I still couldn't resist the urge
to lick my ass. I gasped, "Hehe! Now I don't want you to suck my cock, I want you to lick my asshole...
Ha! The feeling of a beautiful woman licking my asshole must be amazing, I'll never forget it."

Her face paled again, and she almost screamed. She trembled and said, "Ah! No... no, I can't,
that... that... that's so dirty... I think I'll just give you a blowjob... I like... I like your
... your cock." She deliberately softened her tone when she said "dirty," as if afraid of angering me.

"It's not up to you. Luckily I just showered, so my asshole isn't too smelly. If you're too scared to lick it, I think
I might as well just rape you!" Turning around, I still pressed her legs tightly, my buttocks raised in front of her pink face
.

After a long silence, I grew impatient and threatened, "I'll count to three. If you still
don't feel anything in your anus, then I'll know you like being raped."

"One!" I counted to three, and she began to sob.

"Two!" Still no response.

"Three!" As soon as the words left my lips, a warm, wet sensation came from my anus, like a supreme decree delivered
to every cell, opening up my meridians, causing my seminal vesicles to open, and a surge of desire to flow. The thought of this beautiful girl
licking my anus with her lipstick made me unable to control myself; a jet of semen shot out onto her breasts.

Her tongue had barely moved twice when she noticed I was trembling. Knowing I had paid the bill, she withdrew her lipstick and
whispered, "Um! Is this okay? Let me go, I promise I won't call the police."

I collapsed between her breasts, remaining at the peak of pleasure for a long time before I could catch my breath. I inhaled
the virginal fragrance emanating from her skin a few times, then silently sat up, grabbed a towel, and forcefully tied her left leg to the left front bedpost
and her right leg to the right front bedpost. Her slender, voluptuous body was spread wide open in a figure-eight shape, her vulva and anus
brazenly facing the ceiling.

Even a virgin's tightly closed vulva was forced open under such deformed bindings.

"Ah! What are you doing... You broke your promise... You... You'll regret this... Help!"
Throughout the entire process, she struggled hysterically. I didn't have time to gag her, and her pitiful cries echoed through the mountains
.

"Hey! Regret? I'd regret not fucking your cunt properly! You're so stupid, trying to keep your word with a bad guy
is like playing with fire, and you actually believed it!" I quickly covered her mouth, and from a foot away, I sneered coldly
, looking at the bright red polyps protruding from her vagina and the throbbing, wheel-shaped anus. I slowly rubbed my penis
until it hardened again.

"Ugh...ugh...mmm..." She struggled desperately, letting out muffled moans.

I kissed her delicate body again, licking her calves, the inside of her thighs, her trembling labia, and her tight
anus. Even though her body was covered in my semen, I didn't miss her perky breasts and bright red nipples. I even cupped
her pale face and kissed her eye sockets, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, and the glistening tears.

Under my wolfish kisses, the panic on her face vanished, replaced by
a gaze filled with resentment and malice, like a sharp blade piercing my exposed face.

"What? Hate me? Want to kill me? Hehe… but you won't have the chance. Now all you can do
is enjoy the taste of your first time, savor it! You only get one chance in your life." I rubbed
her saliva-covered labia, my penis already poised to strike.

A virgin's first time was indeed incredibly tight. I verified her chastity amidst her silent protests, bringing forth patches
of blood. Blood mixed with bodily fluids made the intercourse sticky and awkward. Although I was incredibly excited,
the sensation wasn't exactly pleasant.

Under her hateful gaze, I ejaculated again, my thin semen filling her large, upturned uterus
.

After raping Mingli, my intimate relationship with Xiaowo came to an end. Although
the thrill and sweetness of that brief encounter haunted my dreams, I dared not repeat the offense.

Besides the lingering memories, anxiety and unease followed. I worried that Mingli would report me to the police, and I didn't know
when a large group of officers would storm into my office and arrest me. Only hardened
criminals are fearless, and how could I not be afraid, having committed this for the first time?

Every night, when all was quiet, I would repeatedly relive the events of that day. I was certain I hadn't let her recognize my
face, nor had I left any witnesses or physical evidence, except for fingerprints and semen.

Having no prior criminal record, I was quite confident that fingerprints and semen wouldn't lead to any connection, and that
most women wouldn't report me for fear of damaging their reputation. So, I continued my daily routine of going to and from work with a heavy heart.

But now that I'm far from my little home, I've lost my good fortune.

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