Rape of a pretty girl

That old five-story building was just a typical birdcage-style rental for students, but nestled amidst blooming
cherry blossoms and the gentle mountain breezes all day long, I absolutely loved this cozy little haven that had been my home for four years.

Afraid of losing it, I made two copies of the key – one large for the downstairs gate and
one small for the room door. I linked them with my car keys and carried them with me all the way until after
graduation , never returning them to the landlord.

Now, more than a month after graduation, like many other fresh graduates, I've
cut my long, Kimura-esque hair into a tailored style, swapped t-shirts and jeans for shirts and dress pants, cleaned my stubble, and shed my former roguish charm.
Every day I'm busy with the mundane tasks of job interviews and self-promotion.

After working for more than half a month, I still hadn't found a job. Was I being unrealistic and overconfident, or was 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 .

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'd left it. The yellowed blanket on the bed was perfectly rolled up, and two
cigarette butts on the floor hadn't been cleaned up.

I was glad the landlord hadn't rented it out yet, so I grabbed a broom in the hallway and
cleaned , and also found a towel to wipe the spring mattress. Finally, I went to the 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 in my apartment.

There's a strange, interdependent relationship between people and their environment. Like a peacock in full display, it's always sickly and lifeless in
a zoo , but vibrant and colorful when released back into the forest. 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: Did I graduate with a business degree? 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 all the bad luck in my little nest. With a heart full of joy, I left my little nest and began my
busy .

Because I worked in lending, I had to navigate the complexities of relationships with numerous managers of small and medium-sized enterprises, gathering credit
information and understanding the operational status of their clients. Holding the power of life and death in lending decisions, they
went to great lengths to flatter me, using every means possible, from drug use to drinking parties. After two weeks at the company, I was already
hooked on a daily routine of drinking and revelry starting at noon.

Immersed in this distorted life of alcohol and money, I still yearned for peace of mind. My small apartment became
a haven for quiet moments amidst my busy schedule. Whenever possible, during breaks from the tiring social engagements, 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 Taipei City.

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

I only ran into 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, and gray modern urban jungle stretching out before me.

Having successfully sneaked around like this several times, I was almost considering it my secret hideout
when, one Friday, I opened the door as usual, only to find the room crammed full of things,
filled with a heavy, perfumed 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 newly arrived
cabinets , furniture, and decorations, trying to glean clues about the new tenant and contemplate
the possibility of a future coexisting harmoniously.

Undoubtedly, 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
clothes: crop tops, mesh tank tops, tight mini skirts, low-waisted skinny jeans, fitted
suits, and some low-cut dresses—further indicating that the new owner was a fashionable working woman.

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 closet and rummaged through her desk and drawers.

I easily found a large photo album with at least a hundred pictures inside. Some were taken in Yangmingshan, Kenting
, Alishan, and others abroad, like Austria or Belgium. In every photo, the woman
had the same perfect figure, was as beautiful as a flower, with shoulder-length hair cascading down her back, and two small, bright white teeth.
My favorite was a photo of her in a bikini, reclining on a deck chair, the azure pool water highlighting her flawless, shaved
skin, exuding a perfect, languid charm. Of course, I didn't love the charm itself, but rather the beautiful curves that seemed to peek out from behind
the bikini .

The swimsuit was a deadly pure white, and the angle, shooting from the toes forward, made the small nylon fabric clinging to her crotch seem to
melt into her body, faithfully displaying the alluring texture of her private parts. Thankfully, it was a private pool,
otherwise, countless men would surely have nosebleeds.

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

I rummaged through the closets as thoroughly as possible, 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. I checked the time; it was only a little
past three in the afternoon. I carefully took about ten pieces of minimally woven, provocatively styled underwear and pajamas and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Naked, I placed a photo of her in a bikini on my lap, imagining her alluring nakedness
while sniffing each piece of her clothing 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 swirling, blooming mound? Would the mound exhale steam and gush with desire?
Would those clearly visible labia twitch with each thrust? And when I penetrated her completely, would the sensation be
intoxicating?

I wondered if other men would become a little perverted in this situation. My masturbation was intense,
I was on the verge of collapse, and 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 skyward.

The tight crotch of my pants rubbed against my scrotum and anus, the erotic sensation almost
making me faint. I dared not rub my penis, and slowly walked to the dressing mirror to carefully observe my perverted
appearance . Ha! I swear, that was the most perverted man I had ever seen—it was me! A
22-year-old man wearing a tight women's thong, tall and thin, naked except for a silver women's panty tucked into his hairy scrotum
, the stretchy fabric clinging to his male genitalia.

Thinking that this same panty had once clung tightly to another beautiful woman's labia and anus, stained with
her constant secretions and love juices, I couldn't contain my excitement and rushed back to the photo, ejaculating all over her
white bikini.

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

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 immediately want to touch and squeeze
her breasts that and immediately want to lift her buttocks; you see a woman like that
and 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.

About two days a week, I would go back to our apartment and masturbate, maybe on Lin Mingli's bed, maybe in
front of her dressing table. Sometimes I wore her pajamas, sometimes I smelled her unwashed underwear, and once
I even wore her panties all over my head and ejaculated into her drinking glass. I think I'm sick, and this sickness is a deadly
sexual perversion.
You'll eventually 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, the boss berated me, asking if I'd been indulging in too much sex lately, saying I always felt dizzy and lethargic
. Damn the boss! Everyone knows 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 little 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 at the doorway. It must be Lin Mingli returning. She took off her shoes at the door, walked to the desk, and then, with
a soft and opened a drawer, 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 pierced the angel's heart, and blood rushed to my head . 　　It's understandable, really. After fantasizing about her in photos for so long, now that she was alive and well before me, how could I suppress the surging lust within 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 constantly changing clothes later. As for tools, I grabbed a few towels, a hair tie, and a toilet brush, just in case. 　　Hearing Lin Mingli's rustling sounds behind the door, I gently pushed it open and glimpsed a petite figure sitting sideways at the desk , her beautiful right cheek slightly turned towards me. With lightning speed, I pounced on her. 　　"Wow! You are…" 　　Her face paled 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 it easy." She struggled violently in my arms, her pink legs trying to kick my groin. 　　I clamped her legs between mine and forcefully pushed her onto the bed, then with great effort, gagged her with a towel, tied her hands to the bedposts, and bound her legs tightly together with the sheet. 　　After I was mostly done, I was panting heavily. It was the first time in my life I'd done something like this, and I was a little apprehensive , but since I'd already started, there was no turning back. 　　She was like Jesus on the cross, her whole body spread out in a cross shape, but Jesus died calmly.

Yes, her eyes were filled with tears, and her delicate body writhed and jumped like a shrimp.

I looked down to examine my prey closely. She was wearing a well-fitting gray suit: a tank top, a shirt, and a tight
skirt ,
clinging to her beautiful body. Her small face had bright eyes and white teeth, and her features were deep-set, making her even more stunning than in the photos. As she struggled, the tight skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing a small
silver panty under her light gray stockings—the very same one I had used to masturbate the first time I entered her.

Seeing her firm thighs and smelling the musky scent emanating from her, my penis immediately
became erect. At that moment, she knew what was about to happen to her, stopped struggling, and
looked at .

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 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 stuff 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.

Pulling the towel out of her mouth, she didn't scream loudly, only whispering, "I won't scream.
As long as you don't rape me, I'll definitely 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 gone 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 stammered, "It's...
it's true!"

"Then you must have seen a man's penis, right?" I asked, 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 hadn't. I would never believe a beautiful woman in her 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 . She instinctively flinched a few times, probably knowing there was no escape, but finally obediently let me remove her clothes.

"You said that as long as I behaved and let you ejaculate... you wouldn't... penetrate me."
She squeezed her legs together, reminding me with suspicion.

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

I rubbed her full breasts a few times, and she looked helplessly to the side, tears sliding down her cheeks, her pearly teeth biting
her cherry lips, her delicate body trembling. I was furious and snorted, "What! Would it
kill you to let me touch you? What kind of virgin act are you putting on!" I kneaded her hot 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 sinking into her labia minora, her two thick labia majora
turning outwards, tightly wedged into the narrow strip of fabric, the pubic hair neatly trimmed on the dark lips, leaving only
short hair roots.

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

I didn't let her dodge, pressing down on her legs, I brought my head close to her vulva, using the tip of my tongue to part the strip of fabric deep in the middle
, revealing a plump and tender little hole to me. And the moment my tongue brushed against her labia,
her whole body trembled, her legs were gripped tightly in my hands, 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, my only desire to revel
in her beauty.

The vulva before me was young and alluring, its color slightly deep yet 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 when my tongue explored it.

I frantically savored her genitals, not missing an inch of skin, not overlooking any crevice, while
her moans never ceased, until my tongue was numb and my penis was tingling. Only then did I stop, straddling her...

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