Chapter 202 – Last Night I Couldn’t Sleep
Last night I couldn’t sleep
“… After…──”
The unstoppable vicious cycle of nightmares was broken by sheer coincidence.
With my back so shaken and the shock of falling onto the bed, I was barely able to escape the cycle.
The unexpected pain and the smell of sex that had faded because I was far away from the bed… A little gap where reason could come back a little.
I suddenly come to my senses.
Although I was still confused, I was able to continue thinking with common sense.
Any more than that. If you stay in bed, you might really go crazy, so get out of there quickly.
I was barely able to come to my senses.
I take a breath and pull back the strings of the opposite sex who is lost in lust.
When I come to my senses a little and think about what happened… All I could say was that it was such a mess.
Already the beast itself…
The appearance of livestock itself, with nothing but sexual desire to think about.
It’s a mess.
And… A little bit awesome… ♡ Maybe you did?
Even though I was quite far away from the bed, as if taking refuge, the female’s body odor seemed to be wafting from the bedsheets.
How much… How much did you do?
At the same time, even here, away from the bed, it was not safe.
Permeating and staying in the room… Terrible smell.
I felt like if I stayed like this, I would start masturbating again, so I quickly opened the window and ventilated the air.
Huh…
The smell of the wind outside, the smell of the cool sun.
Although it was only one night, the outside air was very cool for someone who was soaked in the smell of lust.
Only then did I stumble a little, as if my body was finally getting tired.
However, there was no way everything could be resolved just by opening the window, and more than anything, the smell of sex remaining on his body was strong.
If you ask me, this body odor… It could be said to be the cause of everything.
I had no choice but to rush to the bathroom to come to my senses.
Like this… If you stay still, again… I felt like my skin was heating up, so I ran away from my room.
Probably the wisest choice I could have come up with.
Turn the shower head vigorously and entrust your body to the feeling of the falling water.
Flowing with water… Something.
A stream of warm water washes away my body, which had been defiled in the past.
The stream of water flowing through my chest is yo-yo.
Along with the cozy warmth that washed away the fatigue, the evidence of lust and lust that had permeated the skin was removed.
Traces of sweat, bodily fluids, and semen wiped all over the body from unknown sources.
Just pussy, ass, tits… It wasn’t just that.
Armpits, groin… Even the hair… Everything, everything was painted and stained with semen and permeated with the scent of a male.
Experiences that are dizzying even when I think about them now…
Press the pump of the body wash and spread the fresh-scented shower gel onto your fingers.
As I gently rubbed my body as if washing away dirt, the fishy smell that had permeated my body was gradually erased and faded away.
The feeling of your body being thoroughly washed by the fresh, moist scent of cleansing liquid leaves your head clear.
The happiness of common sense direction, as if the fatigue and discomfort that had filled the body were melting away.
I feel the happiness of a cool feeling that satisfies my whole body, but on the other hand, I compare it to the happiness of the dark, soggy pleasure that seemed to be weighing down my whole body just before.
… Well… ♡
Common sense happiness and non-common sense happiness.
If the moment comes when you have to choose between the two,
What ending will I choose?
At least… I thought to myself that there was still some feeling of rejection about the ending.
It was also true that as each day passed, I became aware that the scales were tilting.
Long, soft hair.
It must have taken a lot of time and effort to grow it so beautifully.
It may be a simple result of genetics, but maintaining hair that flows like waves like this takes a lot of effort and time.
I didn’t know this, but after becoming Ha-eun and taking a shower, I realized that managing this long hair was quite annoying and inconvenient.
Some might say it’s a basic skill for a woman, but… ?
It somehow seemed wrong to dismiss the act of spending more than 30 minutes drying and maintaining it every day as a simple basic skill.
It was also true that I also felt bothered by the act itself every day.
It may have been simply because she wasn’t used to it, but even now that quite a bit of time has passed since she became Lee Ha-eun, it’s quite a hassle to take care of her hair.
A length that seems to reach the waist, and a softness that flows like waves.
It would not be a result of one or two days of management.
… Well, since it has nothing to do with me, you might be thinking that it’s okay to just roughly manage it.
It’s not particularly wrong.
Before… Memories of the past, a time when I was a man, that are now almost difficult to recall.
I washed my hair with a shampoo I randomly picked up at a random store without even thinking about it.
It’s a good thing I can at least use shampoo, but when I forget I’m out of even that, I just wash my hair with soap.
I had no idea what the difference between conditioner and shampoo was, and I ended up buying shampoo by mistake, but on the day I bought conditioner… It was dizzying.
It’s a waste to throw it away, and aren’t they all the same things you use to wash your hair anyway? I had a stupid idea and washed my hair with conditioner.
… I didn’t feel refreshed at all, and in fact, I got sick of my hair being more slippery than before the cold, so I immediately threw it in the trash can.
Anyway… To that extent, I didn’t have much interest in taking care of my hair at the time.
It was nothing more or less than an act of cleanliness.
To be honest… That thought has not changed even now.
At the same time, this lovely hair was a waste.
It’s not a waste of beauty, but a regret that I might not be able to see the hair I worked so hard to care for become dirty.
When an object that is harmless even if damaged becomes dirty, and when something that has been cherished and cherished becomes dirty… There was a big difference♥
That must be the way the human heart is.
How beautiful it is to fall from a higher, more noble place… ♡
With that twisted mindset, I worked hard to take care of this delicate hair.
How do women take care of their hair and how can they maintain this long hair?
Fortunately, I didn’t have to research what type of toiletries to use.
There was a lot of shampoo, conditioner, treatment, essence, and hair tonic with unnecessary big names in the bathroom, so there was no need to worry about that.
That was the first time I realized that I needed so many things just to wash my hair.
Even, there is a set order for use, and they all have to be used in different ways.
My hair was really, really annoying and uncomfortable, but I took care of it with my own twisted love.
That lovely hair… Thick semen from an unknown male… ♡ It was heavily marked with semen ♥
Even thinking about it again, it was a dizzying experience.
A place that someone had worked hard and cared for their entire life and had affection for, was filled with a terrible, horrible smell of squid… If you think about it being used as a male’s dick♥ instead of a masturbation device, it was rubbed and rubbed to get its color.
If you think about it… ♥
Ah…
Even thinking about it again, it was a dizzying, dizzying moment.
I had never even thought about something like this.
For me, who thought it was only lightly soiled at most, the idea of having hair wrapped around a smelly dick and being used as a masturbation product instead of an adult product like an onahole… Assuming… It was outside ♥
The apple-scented hair that I worked so hard to maintain was dyed by a fishy smell full of chestnut flowers.
I spit out semen and a little… Even the urine was vomited out.
It got dirty♡ It got dirty… ♥
At that moment, my wet pussy… My secret♡
But maybe he would have been caught?♥
Finally… My hair, which I have worked so hard to maintain, is like tissue paper…
The experience of having semen wiped away like cheap toilet paper discarded on the side of the road was very… It was shocking.
Strange, strange… Strange feeling.
The most cherished treasure is treated worse than trash… I was angry, but at the same time, a dizzying pleasure throbbed my heart.
Hair can be said to be a symbol of a woman.
The hair that has been grown beautifully and lusciously is used as a masturbation tool, rubbed with a dick, and male seed is sprinkled, even… Even urine got caught, and it became dirty.
…♥
One’s own efforts, affection, and even femininity…
The feeling that precious things that should not be violated will be polluted.
The memory of that moment was still vivid.
Yet… Every time I wipe away the sticky semen that has soaked into my hair, the memory of that moment comes back to life… It was tormenting the uterus.
Wash off with apple-scented shampoo.
Every time I get off, I remember that moment. The memory of the moment when hair was used as a masturbation tool was evoked… Burrr♥ My back is shaking.
Thinking back, it was a really messy day.
Hair being used as a masturbation tool is probably not a common experience. It is also an experience that should not be common.
What do you think the dignity of a woman is?♡
… But it was an amazing experience ♥
Huh…
Is it because of the warmth of the water stream? The skin was lightly flushed with ripe apricot color.
Rising emotions… Is it because of a memory I just remembered? A body that begins to demand a male again.
Even as I was washing my body with the water, my breathing started to become rough.
Heat…
Just before my own delusion comes into heat again.
I could barely come to my senses from the feeling of warm water running down my chest.
Thinking that I couldn’t indulge in masturbation like this again, I washed up and left.
However, every time you rub your skin, every time you wash away your soiled body… Traces of being violated and marks of sexual intercourse were visible to my eyes, and I couldn’t help but tremble.
Memories of pleasure that keep coming back to me.
Memories of the moment when I was violated by a male in a mess, all day long.
At last… In the end, I couldn’t bear it.
The bathroom began to echo with the sounds of obscene female moans.
My excited sound.
A lewd female voice…
While washing his body with a stream of water, he ends up masturbating again.
As the memories of the sexual act keep coming back to me, and the marks of conquest that the male left behind like scars, a certain awareness of myself comes to mind.
He said that he was truly a helpless female who could not be saved… Such awareness.
In the sound of the flowing water, the noise of quietly licking the vagina began to mix.
Flinch… ♡
Such small and cute labia.
Even though I have been pricked, violated, and masturbated over and over again, my body still maintains its peachy color, delicate and luscious as new… Pussy.
Just by carefully inserting the tip of my finger, my waist twists.
A conditioned reflex reaction to the act of masturbation that I committed yesterday.
Just by lightly touching the genitals, it seemed like he knew what was going to happen.
A weak electric current full of expectations flows through.
Small petals that open.
Only the small membrane that blocked the gap has disappeared, and the hole is still narrow… It looked thin.
And between those gaps.
The heavy male seed that had been persistently occupying the uterus, not yet fully expelled, fell again in a gush.
Very cloudy… Milky white lumps that are so thick that they are already considered solid.
Still, still… It remained.
Me… ♡ With the sole intention of making her pregnant, this… This much, this much was inside me, within me…♥
I even feel a sense of astonishment at the vitality of that persistent and intense obsession.
Subdue, capture, and impregnate.
A lump of cloudy white jelly that seems to be asserting itself, thinking only about that.
How much is left? It’s so full… ♡ It flows stickily.
It was heavily blocking the drain.
It felt like it was a metaphor for her own womb, and she felt a chill.
… Really, … I might end up pregnant… ♡
The figure of 99.8%, which has solid scientific basis for contraceptive pills, seemed like it was fading in the face of those terrible white lumps.
Perhaps… ♡ Maybe… ♡
I couldn’t help but think like that… It was a terrible♥ sight.
