Elevator Creampie (Transformation Series Adult Novel)

As she walked into the elevator, I heard myself swallowing. The face is actually ordinary, but the big and clear eyes make up for the mediocrity of other parts, making people can't help but take a second look. Her chest is flat, and I estimate it to be the most typical 32A for Taiwanese girls, but her waist is very thin, and her legs are especially long. The feeling of a long-legged sister is different. I can't help but think of her with her legs raised high and open, with a seductive smile on her face.

She must not have thought that I was fantasizing about her like this, looking expressionless at the mirror in the elevator, and the reflections of her and me in the mirror opposite, and countless overlapping reflections of her and me. If I stopped the elevator immediately and took action against her, would she scream and resist according to the "traditional rules", or show a confused expression like Juliette Binoche, "Come on, you can do whatever you want", or even transform into Sharon Stone and respond like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep?

"Ding!" The elevator door opened and we took a step out at the same time. She stopped hesitantly, and I stopped too, then showed a LADYFIRST gentleman smile. However, she didn't appreciate it and still strode out with an expressionless face. What a bitch! It’s okay to just fake a smile! I secretly fucked her in my heart, but still showed my teeth as I saw her walk into the small suite next to mine, which had been empty for several months.

That suite hadn't been rented for a long time. It was said that it was originally occupied by a working lady who was broken into by one of the ten most wanted criminals in broad daylight, raped her several times and stayed in her room for two days and one night. Fortunately, he was kind enough not to kill her. When the police arrived like headless flies, the criminal had already escaped. The lady was so scared that she fled overnight without even bothering to pack her luggage. After the news spread, no one dared to rent this room anymore. This long-legged girl actually dared to live here. She must be either very brave or no one knew what had happened to her. Did she think that the criminal had been caught and was no longer in danger? I didn't ask around, but I found out that the person living next door is a real man. Through the thin wall, I imagined her entering the room, kicking off her high heels, taking off her dress, loosening her nonexistent bra, and wandering around the room in just a thin pair of panties. I seemed to hear the sound of running water in the bathroom, the sound of the toilet flushing, and then the sound of her turning up the music on the radio and dancing wildly. I couldn't help but moan, and hurriedly went to find the TV remote control to turn on the locked channel. The naked AV actress was looking at me with a confused expression, and her red lips gently called out to me, "Come on, come on"

She is not actually a young girl. Judging from the slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she should be close to or even over 30. However, she has the flavor of a mature woman. You feel that she should have done something with some men, so you can do something with her as well. Plus, you run into her at least a few times every day when you go in and out. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, and the one who is close to the water gets the moon first. It would be natural for us to do something if we had the chance.

Unfortunately, she always had that dead look on her face. At least she knew that I was her neighbor, and there were only three small suites on one floor, and the other one was an office of a shell company. So on every lonely and desolate night, I was the person closest to her, and our breathing and heartbeats were closely related. Damn it, she didn't even bother to look at me! Not to mention saying HELLO, let alone smiling, she completely ignored my existence and just swung her charming long legs! The firm, high, raised buttocks (a new discovery!) swayed back and forth in front of me.

It's too dangerous to do it in the elevator. After all, I am a law-abiding office worker in a small or medium-sized enterprise. Although there is no future for me, there is no need to joke with my job. And looking at her work and rest schedule, she doesn't seem like a working lady. She usually goes out around noon and comes back around eight or nine in the evening. She looks more like someone who works in an advertising company or a large media industry. Girls like this are probably more open-minded, right? Maybe if I'm a little more forceful, she'll be half-hearted, and maybe she'll have a more intense reaction.

I have seen many examples of rape in newspapers or on TV. It is not difficult to break into a house. I saw her enter the house once, and she didn't add triple locks or safety chains. She was really bold or careless (maybe she subconsciously wanted someone to get in!). After getting in, I would ask for sex, and maybe she would agree. If she didn't agree, I would just force myself on her. Isn't that what they all play in the movies: at first she resists to the death, then she gives in half-heartedly, and finally she becomes passionate. In my opinion, a woman with her experience should be very manly. Maybe she has been looking forward to what I would do to her. As long as I don't hurt her, she may not call the police to embarrass herself. Then I can have a spring night with her every night in the future? Maybe if I don't go looking for her, she will come to me on her own, isn't that what an expert says? Every woman has a subconscious desire to be raped, but she doesn't admit it or doesn't even know it.

Then I will fulfill her wish. Maybe it's because the economy is bad recently, I'm too idle at work, rarely work overtime, and even have fewer social activities. When I lie in my room watching TV at night, I always have wild thoughts. Maybe I can break into her room when she is out and secretly install a pinhole camera, so that I can satisfy myself while watching her sleeping and taking a bath. But that's just talk! Why don't you just go in and rape her one night! I can find a locksmith to open her door when she is not around and pretend that it is my room. Anyway, people nowadays don’t care about so many things as long as they can make money!

She was completely motionless in despair. I held the utility knife in my right hand and lifted up her Snoopy sweatshirt with my left hand, but it was difficult to take off her pants. She didn't resist but didn't cooperate either. She just lay there and refused to raise her buttocks. I became impatient and moved the utility knife to her lower abdomen. She looked scared and her body began to tremble, but I only tried to cut her panties and was very careful not to hurt her skin.

Then I lay on her, holding a knife in one hand and supporting the bed with the other. It was not a very comfortable position, but the fear and panic on her face excited me. I thought that she cherished her life and would not dare to resist at all. She could let me do whatever I wanted and would definitely cooperate with my various needs. Compared with those difficult girls I had dated before, this was simply heaven. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I thrust hard and saw a smile on her face, a rare smile that I had never seen before. She was indeed a woman who wanted to be raped all day long! I rode faster and faster. She remained silent, but the smile on her face became more and more intense. "Ah~~~" Just before I was about to reach orgasm, she suddenly sat up, stretched out her hand and took off the hood on my face. She saw me!

"Bang!" My head hit the cabinet beside the bed. I rubbed my head and opened my eyes wide. In front of me was my own room. There was no girl next door who was raped by me, and no hood was taken off my head. I just had an erotic dream without a beginning or an end. The only sound around me was the boring moans coming from the TV.

After a few days, my desire to rape her became stronger and stronger, especially one night when she went downstairs to the 7-11 to buy something. She was obviously not wearing any underwear under her white T-shirt, and the small protrusions made me erect on the spot in the elevator. I deliberately stared at her breasts, but she still had her usual expressionless face, and was too lazy to even glare at me. She only flicked her hair on my face when she got out of the elevator first, making my whole body itchy. I deliberately followed her slowly and watched her open the door casually (she didn't even lock it when she went downstairs!), and kicked the door shut with one foot, and I didn't hear the sound of it locking. Maybe all this was a hint, telling me that under her cold and stern appearance, she actually had a hot heart, waiting for me to light myself. After lighting myself, I fell asleep like an over-burned candle with the remaining candle wax. Suddenly I heard the sound of the door opening! It’s from next door, no, someone is opening my door, is there another criminal? I really wanted to yell that you have come to the wrong place. I have neither money nor sex, so why not go to the next door? But the door was already open, and a slender figure stood with his back to the light. It turned out to be her! Sure enough, it came to my door! I swallowed excitedly and my body trembled slightly involuntarily. The door closed immediately and I heard the first, second and third locks were locked and the door chain was fastened. This meant that she had no intention of going back tonight and was completely in my cage. The surroundings fell into darkness again, with only the flashing traffic lights outside the window occasionally peeking in through the blinds.

I was about to stand up to greet her, but she quickly and silently came to the side. I suddenly felt something cold in my throat. It was a knife! I don't know if it was a utility knife or a fruit knife, but it was small but extremely sharp. Could she be here to rob me? "Don't move, don't make any sound, I won't hurt you." These were similar to the lines I imagined her speaking when she was raped, except that she didn't deliberately lower her voice - in fact, she didn't have to, and I never heard her own voice.

I secretly laughed in my heart. In fact, given her situation, if she wanted to do something with me, she could just tell me. Why would she resort to such a desperate measure? However, when I moved slightly, the blade felt like it was cutting into my neck, and I felt a sharp pain. A wise man never suffers a loss, so I stayed put and saw what she could do to me. She seemed to sense my intention, and snorted coldly. The knife moved down my throat, and two or three strokes broke it into pieces. Either the knife was too sharp or she was too skilled. I'd better be sensible. The cold tip of the knife slid across my collarbone and reached my groin. I couldn't help but tremble, out of panic and excitement. She wouldn't castrate me with one blow, would she? Maybe she is the goddess of revenge who has suffered a lot from men. In that case, wouldn’t my lifelong happiness be ruined here?