Chapter 1.2 The opposite neighbor

Rain drops spattered into the room, resembling puppeteer threads that looked like jellyfish, controlling her limbs.

Her body was smothered underneath the covers until it became sweaty, hot and sticky. Her legs had been placed in some wanton position, as long as it was easy for her fingers to slip inside her panties.

Her eyes were glued to the man, completely surrendering herself to his rhythm. When he slowed, she moved slower; when he sped up, she thrust more hurriedly. When he stimulated his n*pples, she also lifted the edge of her skirt and began kneading her br**sts.

Pleasures rose upward rapidly like bubbles in a champagne. Li Muxing quickly became intoxicated. The covers were kicked awry, half of her disheveled body was exposed. Her thighs and slender waist that turned pale white because they were not always exposed to sunlight were currently boiling up like hot milk that was mixed with rose juice.

Her cold fingertips warmed up in her hole filled with thick love juices. Fear and every other emotion and rationality had been burned and melted away.

At the opposite, when his s*men spurted high up, Li Muxing also clamped her legs together, her whole palm becoming wet and sticky.

Before sinking into her dreams, she felt dazed with a hazy premonition.

That rain had ripened the seed within her body, causing it to grow wildly. She was unable to control herself. Even the grueling night shifts became less unbearable and was even something she looked forward to.

She felt like she had gone back to becoming a child again. That pure joy when class was ending soon and the thought that she could watch TV and play games once she returned home.

But now her pleasures were unsuitable for minors. She was spying on that man, kneeling in a dark, unlit room, her a*s propped upwards, her fingers stirring until her juices squ*rted everywhere, mast*rbating with him, cl*maxing together.

She was addicted to this type of release of desire, as if she was secretly doing something bad. She laid on the floor alone, wet and burning.

As long as the light opposite was still on, her attention would be attracted towards it.

Watching him work out, listen to music, water the plants on the balcony, autumn was approaching yet the lush green leaves on the balcony were still fresh and green, casting an otherworldly charm like their owner’s aura.

Seeing him fold his clothes and packing his luggage, Li Muxing felt a little disappointed.

Was he going to disappear for days again?

Then, she felt irritated by this disappointment.

Li Muxing felt that she was just too stressed out, it was also the same to relieve it with other men. If the program she wanted to watch had stopped airing, she could just change the channel.

She opened the hookup app on her phone that she hadn’t been using for a long time. She had one-night stands with different men.

She rode and bounced on top of a young, male college student, hearing him moan sl*ttier than any other girl, shouting ‘sister’, ‘momma’, ‘I’m gonna c*m’, ‘I’m gonna be drained dry’. The specially bought cond*ms with the same color as his pink c*ck were fully filled with s*men, all thrown onto his thin and tender abs, his pink n*pples were drenched in white turbidity.

A muscular firefighter hugged her up easily, sometimes slamming her against the door, or the floor-to-ceiling windows, or simply continued walking indoors while both her legs hung over his shoulders as he pounded her. The v*lgar man even said that this was the mast*rbation cup position, praising her that she was the best mast*rbation cup he’d ever used.

Under the arch of a bridge, she f*cked a sleazy lawyer in his Porsche, blindfolded by his tie as he did anything he wanted to her. She knelt like a dog as he entered her from behind, straddling his body as she moved on her own. He clutched her throat, calling her a sl*t, the more he called, the wilder she shook. She was so sl*tty until the man pinned her against the dashboard, thrusting wildly until the whole car shook.

But none of it worked.

Neither the young me*t pole that stayed hard the whole night, nor the firm and muscular body pinning her down, nor the dangerous s*x where her a*s was whipped red and swollen by a belt, all couldn’t really satisfy her.

She still wanted that man.

With one foot stepped on the glass window, half of Li Muxing’s a*s dangled at the edge of the chair. Her sl*t was crimson red and glistening, clamping a buzzing vibrator tightly. The pole vibrated and gradually slipped out, but she held its end and pushed it back in, until it hit the pit of her hole, vibrating until juices squ*rted and spit out. Only then did she let out a pleasurable cry.

Her hands that were holding the binoculars trembled even more. Her whole face was flushed red, feeling discontent and unable to control herself as she stared intently at the man in the opposite building.

Through the shaky lens, the man had just finished showering. He hadn’t taken off the towel on his head as he eagerly activated the mast*rbation cup. Water droplets rolled down his hair, seeping into his thick and dark body hair. The silicone sheath that was pressed in front was being activated so hard it looked almost twisted.

Li Muxing felt so good that her bones went soft. The binoculars slipped from her hands and she slid off the chair. The light that came through the gap of the curtain fell on her body. If only the man opposite lowered his head and glanced towards her direction, he’d see her licentious state.

The thought that the man’s gaze would fall on her body made her skin heat up. The gap between her br**sts became sweaty. Li Muxing frantically pulled her bra off, her dark hair spread across the floor. Her toes were pressed down and she arched upwards, rolling on the floor like a fish. Her senses were completely lost in a quagmire of l*st.

She was screwed.

Li Muxing had a hunch, tears seeped out of the corners of her eyes and her watery hole was also flowing out. She kicked her legs, feeling restless yet unable to resist.

She wanted to be f*cked. She wanted that man to f*ck her so badly.

She forced herself to look at the man in the opposite building. He was also stretching his neck up, his glutes twitching violently. That thick, swollen and purplish-red thing was er*ct and thick with the color of l*st, almost bursting out from the translucent mast*rbation cup.

For a big c*ck that long with that color, it was such a waste to use it to f*ck a mast*rbation cup.

The vibrator was pressed hard as she drew circles, stirring her sensitive, wet and hot small hole. Her a*s also twisted together, the buzzing vibrations were covered by her l*wd water until it was sticky and couldn’t be heard clearly.

Come f*ck her. F*ck her hard. She was so much better than a mast*rbation cup.

Li Muxing’s eyes were wide open as she panted and moaned with big breaths, imagining that man pressing on her body. The hot air that was mixed with sweat and the pleasant smell of the shower gel enveloped her body. The mole beneath his eye looked like a black cherry that was so sweet that it turned red, dangling just at the tip of her nose, she could bite it easily.

A drop of sweet juice seeped out of her outer skin, falling onto the hollow of her neck, sending a sudden shiver through her nerves.

The nerve in Li Muxing’s mind snapped. Her soft waist bounced up, the wet vibrator was squeezed out along with her l*wd liquids, rolling across the floor.

It felt so good that she thought she might die.

Li Muxing suspected she’d stumbled into an urban myth.

She’d never met this man during the day or downstairs in the neighborhood. He would only appear behind the curtains late at night. She couldn’t even see his face, she only remembered the beauty spot beneath his eye.

Like the supernatural tales she’d read in middle school, she’d encountered a spirit lurking among humans.

The opposite apartment was actually unoccupied, it was the spirit’s lair. The man was transformed from a department store mannequin, just to seduce a single woman like her.

When she finally lost her senses and sought him out, he’d devour her whole, leaving not even a bone behind.

So when she saw him at the gallery, Li Muxing was stunned.

Her colleague’s sister had opened a new gallery and organized a photography exhibition. The invitation was sent to the hospital. She had no interest in art, she was only here to clear her mind.

Stepping into the inner room, a set of gold-footed, dark green velvet sofas was placed at the center. A group of glamorous and fashionable beauties sat around that area, the spotlight coming from the top was especially bright, making them look like they were submerged in golden champagne.

The man sitting at the center was surrounded by the beautiful group of young men and women. He had a beauty mark beneath his eye.

Li Muxing grabbed her colleague’s sister and directly asked:

“Who is that guy?”

“Oh, him? He’s the photographer we specially invited for this exhibition. Outsiders of the circle like you probably won’t recognize him, but he’s famous in our circle. The hallway where most people are walking through is where his work is displayed.”

Li Muxing recalled the promotional poster outside, she suspected it was the work of an intern who had taken a bad pill. The poster looked like they had sat in a high-speed centrifuge machine and were flung out to make four distorted human faces.

“…That poster was designed by my boss.”

Her colleague’s sister rolled her eyes with some resentment.

The only discernible thing on that poster was an English name.

“Yes, that’s him. He’s Leo.”