The Night of the Central Army's Rape

Zhongjun was an honest man, and because he was too honest, he had never had a girlfriend. He had pursued
others failed. Who would like such an unromantic, neither particularly good nor bad man?

Zhongjun lived alone in N city, a city full of beautiful women, but none of them were his. At night, Zhongjun
felt lonely and bored, so he would go out for a stroll, and seeing couples arm in arm, he couldn't help but feel jealous. Occasionally, Zhongjun would see men touching
their girlfriends' buttocks, and he would fantasize about it. Zhongjun was already a 25-year-old man, and he had never
been with a woman. He felt very empty inside.

However, he was an honest man, and this desire for women could only be suppressed deep inside. During the day, he was a dutiful and
hardworking good man. At night, he could only quench his thirst by going to pornographic websites. Zhongjun's heart was about to break;
he was honest, but he couldn't resist the evil thoughts of wanting women. So he went to see a psychologist.

The psychologist told him: Distract yourself!

Zhongjun felt that he liked reading, so he decided to go read.

So, whenever Zhongjun felt a longing for women, he would go to the library—sometimes at home, sometimes at
a bookstore , and sometimes at the library.

But he found that even in places like bookstores and libraries, he would inevitably encounter women he desired. Sometimes
he saw mature, voluptuous female librarians, sometimes young, beautiful female students…

In the library, Zhongjun sometimes couldn't concentrate on his books and would steal glances at the women around him, looking at their
buttocks. Later, Zhongjun went to the library not to read books—but to see women.

He discovered that many of the women in the library were single, and his desire intensified! So, he
sometimes spent entire weekends in the library. Zhongjun gradually became familiar with the library's schedule. He
noticed that when the library closed at 9:30 pm, there were very few people—especially in the foreign language reading room on the 6th floor,
which was usually empty since it only contained foreign language texts. But Zhongjun liked spending time
there because the librarian was a woman around 30 years old—average-looking, slender. Zhongjun
liked when she would come over at 9:30 to tell him it was closing time. Zhongjun had never known how to talk to
women, but this time she came to him herself. So, foolishly, Zhongjun went there
every to read until closing time. They even became somewhat familiar with each other.

However, Zhongjun had absolutely no experience in flirting with women; he just did it, but
he didn't know how to take it further. He only knew that at night he could see the beautiful female librarian, see her buttocks,
hear her voice, and smell her scent—but she never spoke. As soon as Zhongjun heard the "
order , he would get up and leave.

Zhongjun was an honest man.

Helpless, Zhongjun had to suppress his desire for this woman, only able to see her at night to vent
his lust. This desire tended to accumulate, and finally…

Zhongjun couldn't hold back any longer. That night, as he was about to leave, he
looked the foreign language reading room. The woman was tidying up the reading room. Zhongjun's heart raced, a surge of heat rising in his chest.

He was terrified, so he rushed downstairs. Reaching the fifth floor, he didn't go down but quickly circled
the floor —no one! He rushed down to the fourth floor and circled again—no one. Zhongjun continued rushing down, observing every
floor—no one. He even checked the basement, still no one. Zhongjun's blood boiled. He
immediately rushed up to the sixth floor—the top floor. He secretly observed that, indeed, there was no one else besides that woman. Zhongjun
suddenly felt melancholy. He knew there were security guards in the library. Maybe they were outside; maybe they would come in. But his
blood was still boiling! Zhongjun looked downstairs; there was no movement.

His blood surging, Zhongjun rushed towards the foreign language reading room.

The foreign language reading room was quiet. Zhongjun saw the woman reading. He turned and locked the door, glaring at
her . The woman was surprised: "What are you doing?" Zhongjun was speechless. He lunged at her.

The woman struggled desperately, but was still tackled to the ground. Zhongjun's mind was filled with scenes from violent movies;
he couldn't stop!

Zhongjun appeared honest, but deep down he had a desire to conquer women. He'd seen plenty of sex online, learned all sorts of
techniques , but hadn't put them into practice. They struggled for a while, Zhongjun clinging tightly to the woman, who
screamed "Help!"—but no one seemed to be there! They grappled, slowly reaching a stalemate. Zhongjun
couldn't penetrate further, and the woman couldn't break free. The woman said, "I remember you. You have the guts
to kill me, or you're dead!" Zhongjun didn't answer; he only wanted to penetrate—the G-spot, he remembered
this spot that made women weak. So Zhongjun began searching for her. Coincidentally, the librarian's uniform was a shirt
and skirt. Penetration was incredibly easy for Zhongjun. Zhongjun began to explore—buttocks—thighs—lower abdomen.
The woman's hands began to defend that area. But it was too late; Zhongjun's right hand yanked off the woman's panties
—at least leaving her vagina. Then his right hand began to penetrate deep inside her. The woman's hands were still outside her body,
her body still tightly enveloped by Zhongjun's left hand. Now that the gates were open, the woman began to scream "No!"
while grabbing Zhongjun's right arm, trying to push his right hand away. However, Zhongjun had already touched her vulva, his middle and
index fingers probing inside, then hooking back—a good way to find a woman's G-spot, a technique Zhongjun had learned on a pornographic
website . The woman's screams grew louder; this area
was something she might only touch during masturbation or sex with her husband. But now…

although the woman's hands were tightly gripping Zhongjun's right hand, it was useless; it was as if she was directing Zhongjun to play with
her vulva. Zhongjun began to vigorously stimulate that spot—the G-spot. The woman began to react—she was
resisting this pleasure; she didn't want it, she wanted safety, she didn't want her heart racing, she didn't want her nipples erect—but
that was her G-spot! Zhongjun's stimulation was powerful but slow. He was observing the woman's reaction—she was
resisting , but barely had the strength to cry out "No!" She was starting to soften, but her expression told Zhongjun:
she didn't want it! The woman hoped her G-spot would stop sending those signals, that her body would stop reacting to
them . But first, her breasts betrayed her—she could feel them
arching in response to the G-spot signal. Then her lungs betrayed her too—she needed air to sustain this.
The pleasure intensified, and finally, her vagina began to leak fluid. The woman was angry, crying out, "Why?! You have to react!!" Zhongjun
's left hand began to tear at the woman's clothes. Caught off guard, her top was ripped open, revealing her white bra.
Zhongjun tore it again! A pair of erect nipples popped out. At this moment, Zhongjun's desire grew even stronger. His right hand began
to rub the woman's G-spot more quickly—the woman's reactions intensified! The woman cried out, "Breasts, why are you
so erect? Vagina, why are you leaking so much fluid!" The woman's body began
to sway involuntarily from side to side, not to break free, but to cooperate with the pleasure emanating from her G-spot! Even the woman's throat began
to . But the woman's mind was clear—no, she didn't want it! But what was the use? Her G-spot
emitted waves of stimulation, and her body was manipulated by it.

Zhongjun's left hand was kneading the woman's breasts—the breasts hardened, defiant, and pressed tightly against
Zhongjun's left hand. But Zhongjun didn't find the pleasure of masturbation, so he started thinking about penetration—virgins always go straight for this when
they do it . Zhongjun's right hand left the woman's vagina. The woman finally had
a chance to catch her breath—but the impact had been so intense that her G-spot suddenly felt empty—where was that pleasure?

The woman hoped her vagina would recover, but it still felt empty, not quite satisfied. Her breasts
were still hard, and she couldn't control how to make them soften.

Zhongjun started tearing at the woman's skirt, but it was too fragile and came off easily. The woman's legs,
however obedient, and she took the opportunity to kick Zhongjun fiercely. Although Zhongjun was honest, an honest man can be ruthless when cornered!
Zhongjun dodged the woman's kicks, grabbed the panties still hanging on the woman's buttocks from the side, and pulled hard—it
tore in a few seconds. The woman's lower body was now unprotected. The woman was bewildered, wishing it were all a dream. But Zhongjun
pressed her down again.

She felt a hot rod pressing against her lower abdomen; Zhongjun had quickly pulled down his pants and erected
his penis. "No!" the woman pleaded, "No more, please, don't do this! Please!! Please!"

This was exactly the effect Zhongjun wanted! He became even more aroused. The woman's thighs were forcibly spread apart, Zhongjun's body
between them, his right hand beginning to rub her genitals. There wasn't much lubrication, but Zhongjun was just confirming
the position before starting his work.

The woman tried to lift herself up, but Zhongjun pressed her down again. She desperately tried to push him away, but at first it
was no use. Zhongjun began adjusting his penetration position, and the woman cried out loudly! No! No. But now her
genitals just obediently stayed there, slowly waiting for Zhongjun's entry, completely defenseless. The woman suddenly thrashed
her lower body , attempting a final struggle. Zhongjun noticed, gripping her lower abdomen with his left hand and twisting
her left leg open with his right arm, effectively immobilizing her lower body. After a brief struggle, the woman tried to push Zhongjun away with her hands
, but to no avail. Zhongjun quickly released his left hand from her lower abdomen, guiding his penis to the entrance of her vagina
. The woman screamed, she was going to give herself to him!

Zhongjun began to thrust! Her vagina was stretched open, and his penis triumphantly entered! The woman closed her eyes tightly, beginning to endure the intrusion of
this foreign object—but the feeling in her vagina was—the emptiness from before was gone, replaced by
fullness and comfort! Zhongjun began with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; he knew this was the movement women found most unbearable. The woman fell silent
; perhaps she understood that screaming was useless, and she just wanted to end this humiliation quickly.

Zhongjun found that this method of penetration gave the woman some pleasure, but what about the intense climaxes seen in pornographic films? Men
all crave climaxes, especially a man about to have sex? So Zhongjun abandoned the "nine shallow, one deep"
method and began thrusting wildly! The woman had initially only endured the insertion of this foreign object, at most closing her eyes to get
through it. But Zhongjun's vigorous thrusting meant that even with her eyes closed, she couldn't escape her fate! After a series of thrusts, her vagina
was already overflowing with lustful fluids, emitting waves of pleasure. The woman's breasts began to bounce, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure.
The
woman couldn't help but moan softly, "Ah~ ya~ ah~ ya." With each thrust, their bodies began to move in sync, and the woman stopped trying to push Zhongjun away. Zhongjun thrust more and more vigorously, and the woman's moans grew louder and louder, eventually
evolving into the typical mature woman's moans, "Ah... yo... um... ah... yo..."

The woman didn't want to moan, but her nature compelled her to react this way.

Their intercourse became increasingly intense. Zhongjun found himself unable to control himself any longer, wishing he could
become one with the woman, his thrusts becoming stronger and faster. The woman began to cooperate with Zhongjun's
thrusting, at least her lower body was fully open, hoping for full contact between their genitals. The woman was still somewhat
conscious , but she couldn't escape the bondage of instinct.

The climax began to descend. Zhongjun knew he was about to ejaculate, but he couldn't control himself; his movements continued
. The woman felt her vagina accumulating energy, triggering an orgasm. She began to moan, "Ah...ah..."
This was her will calling out; she wanted to suppress this evil thought—how could she have an orgasm while being raped? But her
vagina continued to rub against Zhongjun's penis, and due to the engorgement, it began to swell, becoming even more
intimately connected to the penis. The energy of her vagina began to explode!

No!

The woman's will was making a final stand! But it was useless! Her vagina began to explode with nuclear-weapon-like
force ! The power exploded from her vagina, first reaching her thighs, which convulsed, then reaching her calves, which immediately
stiffened! Another wave of orgasmic power surged to her lower abdomen, and this power began to travel up her abdomen, reaching her breasts, which instantly
became two firm peaks, standing tall and unyielding! The woman's arms twitched in response, then the force of the orgasm surged towards
her head—a part that had remained conscious until now, as the power of the orgasm crashed down, her
consciousness began to desperately resist! No! She couldn't accept this power's conquest!!

It was no use!

The force of the orgasm flashed and reached the top of her head! The woman began to float! What a beautiful feeling! Another
wave ! I want more! The woman succumbed! Of course, the woman's orgasm wasn't a single wave; she began to savor it! Her
whole body throbbed with ecstasy, her vaginal fluids gushed out, her breasts stood erect, her body trembled slightly, her consciousness
enjoying the bliss that seemed to float to the heavens. Rape? So good!

Zhongjun's penis sprayed a few mouthfuls of semen into the woman's vagina, then withdrew, and the woman's vagina
retaliated : it sprayed out a few mouthfuls of vaginal fluid, enticing Zhongjun's penis like a prostitute—Why did you pull out? Continue~

Zhongjun ejaculated the remaining semen onto the woman's lower abdomen. The woman? Still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, hadn't
recovered .

After ejaculating, a wave of guilt washed over Zhongjun—he had to leave immediately! Leave this city! Escape! He
had broken the law!

Zhongjun quickly got up, pulled on his pants, and rushed downstairs!

Behind him, the woman's genitals were still trembling slightly, her breasts firm. She began secretly rubbing
her breasts with one hand while inserting the other into her vagina, continuing her endless journey.

[The End]

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