Chapter 261 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and Self-Awareness (4)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and self-awareness (4)
It wasn’t like this when I first went out.
When I went out the door, I was a little nervous and nervous, and by the time I opened the door and came back, my neat clothes had turned into nothing more than rags.
A shirt that gets soaked with oil-based, shiny sweat and ends up showing through the soft inside.
In particular, the strawberry-flavored stains that spread from the nipples near the breasts further heightened the attention of the voluptuous chest, which was otherwise attracting a lot of attention.
The sweet smell of powdered milk.
The tip of the nipples, which rose sharply above the fabric of the shirt, highlighted a very mature and sexy aspect compared to its small and cute size, and the panties hidden under the pants were already becoming sticky and wet to the point where it was difficult to describe. It’s been a long time since I was no longer able to do my job.
The situation was the same, with no way to save the pants that I had prepared as they were quite thick… Where on earth did so much water already flow and overflow?
A spot filled with the sweet, lustful scent of a female was spreading all over the place.
It would have been better if it had been drenched in spring rain so that it could have been hidden.
As if you didn’t realize my shame, the weather on a spring day in March was clearer and sunnier than usual.
Thanks to that, I had to deal with all the attention of people.
Look, look, look…
That sticky, dizzying sensation that I felt at the edge of my skin made me feel hot all the time, driving me to sleep the whole time I was walking down the street.
Won’t it gradually get dark? Even though it seems like such a time, the clear weather of spring still boasts a vivid blue sky.
The glares from people passing by sting.
It makes you feel ashamed.
It made me so happy ♡
One person, two people, three people, four people…
How many people, how many people passed by with a glance at me?
A feeling of pure contempt, a look of disdain as if looking at a pervert or a prostitute.
Or strange eyes that seem to be looking at a female that is easy to prey on.
If you could make someone pregnant just by looking at them, how many children would you have?
To the point where such questions arise, surrounded and surrounded by ugly and sticky gazes… Looking at you with a dizzying yet soggy gaze…
Every time that happens♡ Every time that happens, my body reflexively jumps up in shock at the feeling of my body becoming hot.
Shame was also shame, but now even shame had been transformed into a form of pleasure, and the trembling sensation was even more unbearable.
The blush of shame is colored by a pink blush of pleasure that makes one’s body tremble without even having time to realize it.
Eventually, my body began to tremble with light ecstasy.
The more I walked, the more I got through the crowds, the deeper I was sinking into the mire.
Your breathing becomes more rapid, and you begin to pant.
It’s my own breathing, but it’s truly obscene.
The still cool night air of early spring gently caressed my body, which was unable to calm down and was heating up.
The gently cooling night breeze felt good, and for a moment I was struck by the fact that even the cool sensation was perceived as pleasure.
I couldn’t help but notice that nothing could soothe my agitated body.
I couldn’t bear it, I couldn’t bear it anymore, and in the end…
In the end, I had no choice but to realize that I had to somehow relieve this bursting feeling.
As I became more aware of it, the female scent was even more mixed in with my breath.
The peach flavor and sweet scent… The female’s indecency, which she could not hide, was revealed without filtering.
In the end, I couldn’t take a few steps
I just can’t stand it anymore… No, I don’t want to endure it, so I throw it away… ♥
A restroom in a store.
Hidden in a small, shabby cubicle bathroom that is not properly soundproofed and cannot be described as hygienically clean…
Yes, I’m sure I heard it♥
Still, the best time was when I was able to find at least a small bathroom.
It was when I walked into an alley that I realized that fact.
It hadn’t been that long since I’d spent more than ten hours in a small cubicle bathroom.
Finally, I couldn’t bear it anymore, and now I just… Hiding in the corner of a narrow alley.
Probably, definitely someone else is watching.
I felt with my body that I was being seen♡
The sticky feeling that gets tangled up in this skin… A tingling sensation.
It’s definitely, it’s definitely visible♡
I knew that fact more clearly than anyone else, but the fact that someone who didn’t know who I was watching me like this, and the black lens of the camera was pointing in this direction.
Although I understood it clearly.
There’s no way you wouldn’t know.
The fact that the shutter sound of a click resonates in the alley.
There was no way I couldn’t hear it…
But I just can’t stand it… ♡
No, on the contrary, I can see myself getting wet with joy…
The face of a female who is in heat and heat and can’t stand it, that lewd expression.
The feeling of the white night wind brushing against the skin underneath is dizzying.
The appearance of my underwear underneath the wall… It was truly bizarre.
A pure white cloth full of moisture.
I couldn’t find an area where the stain hadn’t soaked in already.
Is this what towels look like when they just come out of the washing machine?
Gulp─
The sound of someone else, not me.
A man I don’t even know who he is… Breath, sound.
Even though I know♡
While feeling, hearing, and seeing.
Ah…
I couldn’t stop this act of grabbing the edge of my underwear and pulling it down.
Between underwear and crotch.
The traces of sticky water droplets tied together like a skein of thread looked so obscene.
Toward an audience that is undoubtedly looking at me.
Toward the center of the black lens that inorganically shines on me.
So that it can be heard, so that it can be heard without fail… The lewd sound of water and strange nasal sounds.
It was dizzyingly flowing through the alley.
As if marking territory, it leaves a puddle of sweet scent on the wall.
One person, two people…
Every time I continue to walk.
Every time I leave alleys and alleys and roads.
The audience increases.
I can’t help but feel the attention and gaze directed at me and the sensation of sticking to my skin like a tangle of sticky spider webs.
I could not help but know and feel that the sensation was getting stronger.
A body designed that way.
Unfortunately, instead of increasing my vigilance, the sensation only increased my excitement.
I have to run away… I have to get out…
It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this.
However, my body only gets hotter.
Skin that gets hot, as if you have a terrible fever.
My forehead is hot like a fireball.
As time passes, and the more gazes that tangle like a spider’s web increase, my patience, reason, common sense, and basic values of ethics are chipped away.
Hold on… It becomes difficult.
My uterus is screaming loudly, the throbbing is so unbearable…
I have no choice but to be patient… It was making me.
Little by little, more and more—it becomes unbearable.
No, I started to not want to endure it.
Everyone, please… Please look at this poor female.
Please listen to the cries of a sow in heat.
Gyo-seong is full of such sweet temptation that anyone can’t help but notice.
Blatant moaning.
The situation only got worse.
Now forget about looking around, the laws, common sense, morals that exist among people… Even that standard was completely forgotten.
Road, in front of a crosswalk.
In the middle of nowhere, cars are bustling by and people are whispering.
Sitting on a properly positioned guardrail and masturbating like that… I sometimes indulged in acts of self-consolation and ended up giving.
… Is it the final conscience? Or is it the final protection mechanism?
The fact that he didn’t unbutton his pants in front of everyone could be considered a fortunate thing.
However, such a blatant act.
There was no way it wouldn’t attract attention.
Even in front of a street with a lot to see… All I could think was that it felt good due to the dizzying pleasure of sex.
How non-common sense, how abnormal.
But that fact… It was making me feel even hotter.
What you shouldn’t do, what you shouldn’t do.
Such taboo immorality makes me even hotter.
Gradually… I gradually become addicted.
It was something that reminded me and made me feel excited.
Even though I am aware of the fact that I am being seen by someone, and even though I am aware of the fact that I am definitely being photographed… I can’t stop moving my fingers.
No, on the contrary, I found myself getting excited by the fact that I was being seen.
Even after doing this, nothing happens, nothing happens.
Safely…
The fact is that I was able to reach the front of the house safely without any incident.
It can only be described as a miracle.
Even in hindsight, it was the only miracle that I could not understand.
Even when I thought about it again, I couldn’t help but think it was strange that it wasn’t reported to the police.
Rape too. There was no kidnapping or arrest.
I was so out of my mind at that time that I thought every moment was a miracle.
Things like performance obscenity… It’s so disgraceful that you think it’s common sense to be arrested under such laws.
Even if that wasn’t the case, she was kidnapped or captured by unknown men… It would not be strange even if she had been raped or gang-raped.
No matter how good the perverts of the future Republic of Korea are, or rather, if perverts were said to be good, it would be just as strange.
There are degrees of luck.
Later, I was able to understand after hearing that my master had used his power behind the scenes to prevent me from being taken away by the police or other thugs.
If we hadn’t taken care of it in advance, it would have been a dangerous situation either way…
I just thought it was natural.
And this, in the end, my dental plaque… It means that the master was looking at the numbers from one to ten.
That fact was pointed out before their eyes, and they were punished accordingly.
I close the front door and collapse on the floor.
As if I was finally letting out the breath I had been holding, I was finally able to calm down after yelling for a long time.
A calming body.
Only then does the skin that was as hot as a peach begin to regain its true color.
And the memories of the past come back later.
As I thought back on the things I had done that day, I was so flushed with shame that I couldn’t say anything.
Once again, he realized how shameful he had been… My skin turns red again due to shame.
It’s the first time you even put on a blanket for a very short time.
The feeling of shame that had colored my face bright red was soon tainted by the feeling of excitement…
In the end, until the last moment of the day, I had no choice but to end it with masturbation.
The bedsheets had a terrible female smell.
Anyway, with today’s events, one thing was clearly recognized as an objective fact.
Now I am no longer able to walk around the streets normally.
It was only one day, and I tried to wrap myself up as best as I could and not think about anything dirty, but I had no choice but to wake up after only 5 minutes of going outside.
My shirt is shiny with sweat, and the sweet scent of breast milk soaked in my chest messes with my head.
Needless to say, the panties are a mess.
A piece of cloth that looked like a bloated rag, which was embarrassing to even call it underwear, was giving off a terrible female smell.
All day long, just by putting food other than the special food formulated just for me into my mouth, various inexplicable pleasure sensations that my digestive system can’t understand run riot in my stomach.
Is that all?
The teeth are no longer able to do their job… I couldn’t properly chew and swallow the risotto, which was almost like oatmeal, and the moment I forced it into my mouth, I almost spit it out from the violent pleasure I couldn’t help but feel.
The illusion that you are eating food with your vagina.
It is a truly vulgar metaphor, but there is no other way to express it.
It’s literally like having sticky oatmeal shoved into your vagina… A bizarre pleasure drives me every moment of eating…
I just couldn’t bear it.
In the end, I can’t stand it anymore, and even the opposite sex completely flies away.
I saw myself starting to indulge in masturbation wherever I was, really anywhere.
It was a feeling I couldn’t bear.
It’s not an impulse I can endure, but I guess I can do it.
Stimulation of taking out your wallet from your bag to get on the bus.
It was impossible to escape the thrill of pleasure just from the natural weight of the wallet being passed on to the palm of one’s hand.
I moaned lightly just from the impact of my buttocks sitting on the chair, and I reached orgasm just from the slight vibration of the bus.
A situation that we feel for granted in life and that we have no choice but to face.
A trivial thing that an ordinary person would not even remember.
Breathing, drinking water, walking, lifting objects, sitting down.
Each one of them becomes a pleasure that cannot be trivialized, seeps into your mind, and drives your mind and body… It undermines reason.
A body that is heated by heat.
Now I have no choice but to realize through today’s experience that I can no longer lead a life with common sense.
My body, mind, and spirit are already… Can’t do anything except be raised by someone…
It was like that.
I ended up thinking that it wasn’t that bad.
Indeed.
Indeed… ♥
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Last night, how did I get so wet?
I opened my eyes on a bedsheet stained with a horribly female smell.
Side effects caused by oxygen depletion that occur naturally when you open your eyes in the morning.
The unbearable longing for breath and the unbearable sense of pleasure torment me.
Devastating pleasure caused by semi-forced asphyxiation.
I can’t bear the pleasure of masochism that goes straight to my brain… Feeling dizzying pleasure, my fingers instinctively point towards my lower abdomen.
After that day, the morning activities were already routine.
This devastating pleasure that comes over my whole body every time I open my eyes, every time I take my first breath every morning.
I’m scared now.
I couldn’t help but be so afraid.
Closing your eyes and breathing.
The terrible pleasure of masochism turns even the most refreshing moments of the morning into an abyss.
It makes it impossible to maintain sanity at any moment.
Reason was consumed by pleasure, and the sensation of climax was reversed to the normal sensation.
I was gradually becoming addicted to the sweet ecstasy of depleting consciousness.
The pleasure of breathing that breath gives… It was so dizzying and sweet.
Not long now.
Now… I could say that I could endure this ruinous abyss.
The problem was that as time passed and the date changed, it became more intense day by day.
Instead of getting used to it, the brain cells were destroyed by more intense stimulation.
If it continues like this, really… The act of simply breathing, without moving your hands downward… I didn’t know that the climax would continue with just that.
A destruction that has not yet come, but can only be expected to come.
A miserable onahole where even breathing is literally just a climax every moment.
A future that seems so real.
You can only imagine.
Even though I was thinking that, I didn’t know how to stop the violent hand movements,
The narrow room is filled with the excited sounds of a vulgar female.
I didn’t notice it at all, but there was an audience member looking down on me.
… Master♡
I was still absorbed in masturbation.
Our eyes met by chance.
It seems that he is still able to realize how shameful and shameful his actions are.
My face turns red from the shame that comes to my skin again.
I climaxed from that feeling.
Erupting tide.
It was so ecstatic…
The red-hot feeling of shame was completely reversed into a feeling of pleasure, and all I could do was tremble and let out a red moan at the thrilling sensation that heated my whole body.
The wet body fluid that spurted out with great force slightly stained the master’s cheek.
… ♥
