Revenge on female college students

One day I had food poisoning and kept going to the toilet. While I was inside, I heard a woman outside yelling, "Hurry up!" and banging on the door. That was forgivable; if I could get food poisoning, so could anyone. Hearing it was a woman, I quickly wiped myself and left. Opening the door, she said, "What are you doing in there? Taking so long!" She was incredibly arrogant, as if I'd taken a dump in her toilet. After I went inside, she added, "It stinks to hell! Damn, does your poop smell good?" I thought, "Forget it, things have been going badly lately, no need to get angry with a little girl." I planned to go back inside and lie down, but my stomach betrayed me; it started acting up again as soon as I stepped outside. So I squatted by the toilet door and waited. A while later, she came out, saw me squatting there, and started cursing, "You pervert! Looking at your mother's vagina!" I was so angry I almost fainted, being falsely accused of being a peeping tom. My stomach was hurting too much to argue with her, so I quickly went back 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 swore I would get revenge. I wanted to show her what Grandpa was capable of, and 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, observing that bitch's life. I wanted revenge, I swore I would. That night, I didn't sleep. After they turned off the lights, I crouched outside their wall and listened to their conversation. After 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. She probably genuinely thought I had seen her private parts, so she didn't want to tell the man, just wanted to say something casual to make him hate 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 for years and can't find a job, so he's still stuck here." At that moment, I really wanted to kick the door open and kill that despicable couple. But I still had my senses, and I swore I would take revenge. A wicked smile crept across my lips.
My life became much richer after that. I stopped going out 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 learned a lot of information. The girl was from the Foreign Languages Department, and the boy was from the Physical Education Department. The boy often went out to play soccer in the afternoons. The girl also frequently participated in various school activities. After a while, they moved a computer into their room 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. After some time, summer arrived, the World Cup started, and I graduated, but I was still working hard to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam. At that time, the school cafeteria broadcast the World Cup every night, and it was broadcast all night long. That couple had a computer in their room, and at first, the boy watched it all night long. Later, I heard them arguing. It seemed that the woman wanted to go online in the first half of the night and go to sleep in the second half. Of course, such a willful and proud woman wouldn't let the boy do that. The World Cup is a long tournament, and that guy loves football so much, he'll definitely watch it in the school cafeteria; the atmosphere there is much better, with hundreds of people cheering. Besides, that girl never closes the door when she's online. Of course she doesn't close it; it's unbearably hot inside in the summer. I know it's 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 took a quick look around. I was surprised she hadn't closed the door. Maybe she'd forgotten to close it since she lived with her boyfriend every day. After checking everything, I didn't touch 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, I would 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. Then I slipped back into her room.
I opened the paper packet of sleeping pills, unscrewed the bottle cap, and tried to pour the powder in. But my hands started shaking uncontrollably, and while I poured in a fair amount of powder, a lot spilled out. I quickly screwed the cap back on and shook the bottle. Just as I was about to clean up the spilled powder, I heard her footsteps. I thought, "Oh no, this is bad."
But at that moment I calmed down, blew the powder away with my mouth, and quickly crawled under the bed.
She came in, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss in the house, and continued using her computer. When things 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 without any 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 large amount of orange juice left, I wondered if it would be enough to drug her, given how much had been spilled and how little she had 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 own door. I hadn't had time to lock it earlier. Then I came back and locked her door from the inside.
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 can record video, though the picture 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; thankfully, 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 flushed face, she was damn beautiful. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned her t-shirt and pulled down her pants. In just a few moments, I had almost stripped this bastard and 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, a pair of mature, full, round, and white breasts completely exposed. Two light pink, delicate, and luscious nipples stood tall 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 it 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, shaking them wildly. Her breasts were incredibly elastic, and they began to react in my hand. I bit down hard, and I saw her brow furrow. I knew I'd gone too far.
I shifted my gaze to her lower body, looking at her thighs below the waist and her erogenous zones. I gently caressed them with my hands. I boldly touched her most private parts. Her body couldn't withstand such teasing from a man; 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 suddenly became excited, putting my head between her legs and sucking hard. The more juices I sucked, the more I couldn't keep up. I knew the time had come, so I quickly stripped naked and pounced on her. She let out another muffled groan as she was pressed down. 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 felt very comfortable to touch. The color of her labia wasn'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 very 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 used to doubt my ability. But today, I rode on her for half a day without showing any signs of exhaustion. I think it might be because I was there for revenge, and didn't have much feeling for her, so I could last longer. Soon she climaxed beneath me, and finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and 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 to rest 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 this, my penis got even harder. I pulled her head off the edge of the bed so 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 shoved my erect penis into her mouth; her mouth automatically closed tightly, almost unbearably pleasurable. 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. Then my penis began to roam in her mouth, and my hand, holding the banana, roamed inside her vagina. I cursed: "You think you're so great? You think you're so arrogant? You're still just my manhood." Her mouth was so incredibly pleasurable; 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 a banana into her mouth 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 swallowed a lot of my semen. But she still didn't wake up. I looked at the banana; only a little bit of the stem was inside. I pulled the banana out, peeled off the peel (which was still wet with her juice, my semen, and a little blood), crumbled the banana, placed it on her chest, and she licked it off bit by bit. I felt my revenge was successful; I had run out of tricks, and the drug was almost taking effect. I quickly left. But then a thought suddenly occurred to me: I was going to take a risk. I didn't intend to only 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 checked it; the result 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, basically telling her not to tell anyone, or her sexual abuse video would be circulated. Thinking of this, 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 effects of 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 very shocked. Seeing the footage playing on the computer, she almost fainted. I was so happy outside that I almost fainted too. Then she read my message on the computer. I think she was almost going crazy. She deleted everything on the computer, shut it down, sat on the edge of the bed and cried for a while. She washed herself, got dressed, and then started cleaning up the mess in the room.
I went back to sleep peacefully, knowing she couldn't escape. She would become my long-term sexual object. I was sound asleep when I was woken 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 arrogant woman bowed her head forever before me. My graduate school entrance exam preparation was no longer monotonous. Later, she really did get pregnant, and I used everything I had learned on the DXY community on her. Her boyfriend, confused, accompanied her to have an abortion. I gave her the video, had one last satisfying time with her, and then let her go.
By this time, my outlook on life had changed. I no longer wanted to take the postgraduate 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. Everyone, stay tuned.

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