Euphoric Nights

Everyone has hidden fetishes. My fetish has begun to rear its head. My name is Kent Zimmer. I am 34 years old, and I am still single. A phone call from my father changed the course of my life. In the blink of an eye, I went from being a welder working in a factory to a landlord who owned a five-story building. Half a year ago, I received a phone call from my father saying that my uncle was critically ill. My uncle had no children. He had a five-story building to his name. Before he passed away, he left it in his will that he would be leaving the building to me.  After I held the funeral for my uncle, I renovated the building and rented it out. At the same time, in order to satisfy my desire to peep, I installed spy cameras and audio bugs in every rented room, corridor, and elevator. I was eager to see what kinds of things these tenants who moved in would do.  There were a total of six rooms for rent in the five-story building. It took me an entire month to pick out six groups of tenants as the people that I was going to peep on. I had placed 13 surveillance monitors in front of my couch in my bedroom, and they were connected to the six rented rooms, six corridors, and the only old elevator. Over the past six months, every time I finished dinner, I would then lay on the couch and watch these surveillance monitors, especially the six monitors that showed the insides of the rented rooms. They were real-life stories that were like television shows for me. The tenant on the second floor was a 30-year-old female office worker named Roselle Wingham. She always spent at least an hour dolling up before she went out. Just for this, I had changed my habit of sleeping. I woke up early every morning and switched on my surveillance monitors to watch her get dressed. A white shirt, a white skirt, and pantyhose so white that it was almost transparent. She was so sexy.  She has two boyfriends—a fitness instructor and a skinny bespectacled scholar. The fitness instructor was very good in bed. Every time he appeared on my surveillance monitor, he would be having s*x with her for at least four hours. However, the bespectacled scholar embodied the phrase ‘the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak’. He would fall asleep within half an hour.  Obviously, these two men did not know of the existence of the other party. Every time they had s*x with Roselle, they liked to ask, "Roselle, am I the only one you love?”  Roselle would then shout, as she panted rapidly and roughly, "Yes, yes, I love only you…" The person living across from Miss Roselle was a 50-year-old man named Wilson. He was the owner of a grocery store nearby, and he was also single. He had a face full of wrinkles and a lecherous gleam in his eyes. I had arranged for him to live across from Miss Roselle because I wanted to know if this 50-year-old lecherous old man would do something to her. Sure enough, he would go to Miss Roselle's door every night and press his ear against the door to listen to the sounds inside. Sometimes, when the door was not properly shut, he would stick to the door and peep through the gap… When I saw that scene on my surveillance monitor, I was filled with immense excitement. Therefore, I made the decision to attempt something even more daring. I wanted to become a director and secretly direct the lives of these tenants.  Therefore, I first went to a locksmith on the streets to have Miss Roselle's key duplicated, and then I stuck a note saying 'East Unit on Second Floor' on it. After that, I deliberately dropped the key at Wilson's door. In my mind, when Wilson saw the key, he would think that I had accidentally dropped it there. He would certainly not return it to me, and he would use the key to enter Miss Roselle's bedroom to do something even more obscene.  As I had expected, after Wilson picked up the key, his eyes were filled with excitement. He hesitated for a long while. Then, he left his room and came to Miss Roselle's door. He then hesitated for a moment in front of the door, looking as if he wanted to barge into her room in the middle of the night. However, he did not do that. The following day, after Miss Roselle had headed out, seeing that nobody was around, Wilson used the key to sneak into Miss Roselle's bedroom. He then spent a very long time inside. I saw on my surveillance monitor that Wilson sniffed the scent that Miss Roselle had left behind on all sorts of things. He even opened her closet and one by one, he tried on all the clothes in there. He put on some of her sexy lingerie. Even her bras were not spared… In the end, Wilson used Miss Roselle's underwear as he laid on her bed. His hand moved up and down. In the end, his gaze turned glassy and he unexpectedly fell asleep after he went limp. I was extremely thrilled to watch this scene. It was a shame that Wilson only slept for little more than an hour. After he woke up, he poked his head out of the window to make sure that no one was in the corridor. Then, he opened the door and left.  As I sat in front of my surveillance monitors, I felt that I could not just let Wilson have it so easy like that. Since I wanted to become a director who controlled their lives in secret, I had to do something. Therefore, I went to a drugstore nearby and bought some aphrodisiacs. I planned to put it in Wilson's drinking water and watch what he would do to Miss Roselle after he drank it.  When I returned from buying the aphrodisiac, I saw Summer Stewart, who had just returned from a jog, in the corridor.  Summer was a tenant on the fourth floor. She was a very graceful and gentle 24-year-old woman. She always had a ponytail and wore youthful clothes. When she appeared before me, without any makeup on and smiling, she looked just like an 18-year-old teenage girl. Her temperament matched her job very well—she was a writer. I had guessed that she was probably a writer who did not make a lot of money. That was because her cosmetics only consisted of moisturizers and the cheapest of face masks. She only had a few clothes in her closet, but every one of them was very youthful. What Summer loved most was reading. There was an old bookshelf in her bedroom that she had bought online, and it was filled with books. She would spend at least a couple of hours a day reading. Every afternoon, Summer would either sit at her desk or lay on her bed while holding her laptop as she began her writing process. While I watched Summer through the surveillance monitor, I sensed that she was very different from the other tenants. Her bedroom had a pure, fragrant, artistic, and youthful atmosphere. There was not a hint of messiness. She reminded me of a girl I had a crush on in high school. She was beautiful and liked reading coming-of-age romance novels on a bench at the park. Therefore, I had made up my mind that, of all my tenants, I would absolutely never pick on Summer and would never allow others to disturb her.  I had even thought of taking the initiative to go after Summer. I was ten years older than her, but as long as she was willing, I could even give up this building just to spend my life with her. I also once fantasized that, if I was able to lay in the same bed as Summer, I would absolutely not touch her if she was not willing. That was because she gave me the impression that she was sacred and inviolable. Just like the lily in the morning light, she was pure and fresh.  I returned to my surveillance monitors, and through them, I watched Summer return to her bedroom, change out of her tracksuit, and put on loose-fitting pajamas. When she took off her tracksuit, I realized that Summer's figure was not inferior to Roselle's. If she had slight makeup on her face, her sexy and seductive charm was not inferior to Roselle as well.  Just like that, I quietly watched her as she spent her time reading till noon. After that, she did not make lunch. Instead, she changed into a checkered shirt and a pair of jeans that showcased her figure before she pushed the door open and left. I was a little curious. In the past, Summer always read until noon, and she always made lunch and then started to write for the next eight hours. Why was she going out instead on this day?  I went downstairs and used a spare key to open the door into Wilson's room. I put the aphrodisiac into his water dispenser, and then I returned to my surveillance monitors as I waited for Summer to appear.  It was already past nine at night, but Summer still had not returned. That made me feel very strange. As an older man who had a crush on her, I even thought of giving her a call to ask where she was or if she was in some kind of danger. This kind of possessiveness that grew out of my deep love for her made me feel uneasy and torn.  At half-past nine at night, a creaking sound suddenly could be heard, and I frowned. It was clear that the sound was coming from around the building, but where was it coming from? It immediately hit me. Could it be coming from the elevator? There was a worn-out elevator in this five-story building of mine. It was just that because it was so worn out, almost nobody used it. Everyone usually took the stairs. Before, I had also hesitated for a long time before I finally decided to install a spy camera in the elevator to satisfy my endless desire to peep. I immediately switched on the surveillance monitor that was connected to the spy camera in the elevator, and I saw Summer standing in the elevator. A blond brat was standing behind her. Yes, it was a blond brat. By the look of him, he was a student from a shitty college nearby. He had a faint beard that looked like it had been developing during his teenage years. The blond brat stood behind Summer and was surveying her from head to toe with his eyes. His gaze stopped for an especially long time on her firm buttocks, and he even gulped a few times. I suddenly felt that something was not right. Why was Summer bringing this blond brat back to her home?