I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 99

Chapter 99 – Outdoor Exposure Order_Report♥

Outdoor Exposure Order_Report♥

While getting excited at the inevitable appearance of himself, he writes down a reply to SEPal.

[Haeun]
[Hello. It’s ‘Haeun’. I’m really sorry for the late report.]

It started with a light greeting and an apology for the late report. An ordinary sentence, not much different from the usual. No, I just want to know where the report is ordinary and not ordinary, but is it because of what happened today? Or is it because of the current feeling of being a little excited?

I wanted to do something a little more radical than usual.

So, I did it.♥

It wasn’t that I wasn’t aware that it was a little strange, but now, for some reason, I’ve been wanting to do that.

A little more, if you reveal your true feelings like this, you feel like you’ll feel better for some reason, leave your body to that sense.

[Unfortunately, it did not happen that I was kidnapped and raped by men at the department store.]

Even as I write it down myself, the words I wonder if it’s okay to do this..

People who don’t know who they are, who don’t have a one-sided relationship, are called men. To think that you can belittle yourself like this with just a few words, I just wrote a few words, but I feel like my dignity as a person is being diminished.

The misery, its humiliation, creeps through.

That strange sensation is felt as pleasure and pleasure.

An insane judgment, but it goes further without stopping at that thrilling strange feeling.

More miserably, he cuts himself down to reveal his lewdness and meanness.

Abduction, rape, a terrible situation that normal people and normal women should avoid, but expressing regret that they did not experience such things.

Only then could she be seen as someone who asked to be raped.

[On the escalator, while carrying out the orders of the owners, I was caught by the men around me due to my carelessness. Fortunately, they were kind men, so they did not report my meanness to the police or others, but rather played with me like a toy.]

What comes to mind is all kinds of harassing acts towards oneself in a department store. I still vividly recall the rough hand movements of the males who dug into my clothes and even the violent stimulation at that time. It was a movement that was wild and selfish, with no consideration to be found, but no, rather, that’s why it was even more exhilarating.

I shouldn’t be like this, but I like that rough touch… I feel good…

You might want to enjoy it a little more.

Maybe that’s why I’m writing more like this.

Like an easy-going prostitute, she writes like a street prostitute who sells her body for a cheap price.

With every line, line, and text added, you feel like you’re really getting dirty.

I get even more excited by that feeling and that imagination.

I must have been sane in that strange sense, but I should have thought it was rational, but it gradually heats up before I know it.

[He touched my breasts, buttocks, and pussy for me in such an embarrassing and lewd outfit. While being harassed by men like that while proceeding with orders, the naked body in the shirt was shown as it was, and the fact that I was a pervert walking around the outside with an anal plug stuck in my butt was discovered. The man who saw that harassed me with a toy stuck in his butt, but embarrassingly, I ended up climaxing loudly with the stimulation at that time.
Outside, in the midst of being seen by people around me, even the fountain was drained and even urine was spilled.]

Own reality.

Things that are hard to look up in shame just by being shown.

If you think it will be seen, you will reveal the contents that make your face turn red. She also mixes honorifics and wraps herself up as a low-class female who deserves to do such a thing.

Cut it down, cut it down, cut it down.

Only then was it pervert.

Outside, in a department store, in front of people, he calmly writes down the fact that he is tired, no, as if he is boasting.

Even now as I am writing that article. My face blushes just by imagining that this fact will be seen by other people and the owners of SEPal.

“So, when I thought that I had been shown such an obscene appearance to everyone, my hair turned white in an instant, and I ran away unsightly from the spot.

I think I have nothing to say except to say that I am really sorry for running away without being harassed or raped on the spot as a bitch.]

Eventually, she introduces herself as a female, not as a human being, but as a beast.

Only then did he look like an animal that wanted to be violated.

I feel ashamed, very ashamed, and ashamed of myself as I write these words, but for some reason, this man could not stop his destructive behavior.

Craving… Yes, this could be called a longing.

I don’t know what I want specifically, and I still think it’s an emotion I can’t properly understand, but I want this thrilling trembling sensation.

Could it have been his innate nature?

If it was a previous life, I would have lived without knowing it, or maybe it was the emotion that this body harbored?

I don’t know. I don’t know, but I want to get dirty more.

I want to sink it into the mud, like dyeing white drawing paper black.

Why?

I am defiled with my own dignity, something that should be important as a person, but this feeling.

Although uncomfortable… A strange feeling of pleasure that even I don’t know well runs through my spinal cord.

Even if you think you shouldn’t do it, you commit it… That kind of, forbidden pleasure.

Ah… I think I will become addicted ♥

[Sorry.]

Paragraph.

Just a simple sentence of apology.

But to have to apologize for not being raped, for running away from being harassed by men.

A contradiction in which the victim desperately apologizes to the perpetrator.

That miserable phrase, above all, the irony, the strangeness, the misery of thinking about such an act by oneself… I feel a strange pleasure.

With that alone, she falls into an existence where being raped is natural and she has no right to refuse being raped. I could feel the feeling of falling like that.

That intangible,

A chilling, strange sensation seemed to satisfy something.

Craving, the thirst that even you don’t know yet.

[I shouldn’t have done that, but I should have been raped on the spot as the men wanted to do, but I ran away.

I couldn’t even confirm the master’s order [Stir-fried Pork Belly with Beans] Because I was running around with my hair white. I’m really sorry.

Once again, I have nothing to say other than sorry.]

One more time, a specific apology.

I’m just writing a report, but my breathing is rough.

A hot sigh rises.

In this alleyway, in this corner alley where not a single person passes, it turns red hot without a word.

While trembling with the strange pleasure of that fall, wanting to taste that feeling even more, he betrayed himself. Just for the sake of momentary pleasure, he cuts off the dignity he had.

Nature.

It is the essence of oneself that even the dignity that one possesses is cheaply sold for the sake of such base pleasure.

I still don’t know how to express my feelings.

The rising sensation made me feel very ecstatic.

It’s so unbearable ♥

[Next, I will report my honest impressions and feelings about what happened on the escalator.]

What happened on the escalator…

As ordered, look back at the photos you sent one by one.

Looking back at the photos he took and sent back after collecting them like this, a sense of shame that he didn’t know or felt at that time came flooding in.

Only then do you realize how shameful you have been and how shameful you have been doing.

Be aware,

Get excited

It looks like this… I see you’ve been abandoned ♥

Show… I threw it away

“Ha… ♡”

Exuberant sigh.

Just by thinking about it, by imagining it, the womb heats up.

Flushing.

Cheeks recalling red.

It’s a strange feeling, but I don’t hate it. It might be better… ♥

I just remembered it, but my pussy starts to get wet.

Yes, in this place, it is a dark alley where not a single person can be seen.

While manipulating the smartphone with one hand, move the other hand toward the bottom where it is seeping.

Tzu-geuk…

Tenacious wet fricatives.

A viscous seeping liquid burns and flows down the index finger of the left hand.

In the middle of winter, the warm warmth of 36.5 degrees flows down on a thread. Muddy room temperature. It seems that the heat is contagious, and the skin is hotly flushed.

“Ha… ♥, Ha…”

Even breathing, which becomes rough, feels pleasant.

Her lewd and bizarre images reflected through her smartphone.

It’s almost invisible, but they’re wearing only one red shirt with insufficient fabric, and they’re trying to reveal themselves.

Write down your emotions, feelings, and the appearance of your vagina that was getting wet one by one. She exposes her own shame. While revealing… Masturbating.

I get horny.

Your breath is hot.

♥

In the alleyway, the groaning sounds of a woman soaked in lewdness, a female bitch, were pouring out.

With her left hand, she fiddled with her own genitals, spitting out viscous desire.

In midwinter, even the cold fades away in the hot upper heat.

A sweet sigh, an exclamation.

The grating sound of friction and the roar of the beast.

Coquetry.

It goes into heat and cuts itself down.

With each sentence I wrote down, the sound of my breathing became more rough.

And more lewd and obscene texts.

Even in writing, he visualizes the illusion of resonating with his own sweet voice.

The left hand drenched in meanness.

Her back and waist were covered with hot sweat.

They masturbate, forgetting to care about the eyes of others.

[… So, in the end, I asked the man in front of me to take a picture. That’s how I uncovered her clothes, and only then did I realize the scribbles I wrote on her body ♥.

Seriously, to think that such lewd graffiti was seen by everyone, to think that it was abandoned is strangely so good that I can’t stand it. I just climaxed just by being shown.

At a department store, when I thought that I would be shown such a lewd pervert in front of everyone, rather than being ashamed, I felt good and excited, so I just pushed and climaxed.

And, the anal plug was shown as it was, and the man behind me was playing with it as it is.

Embarrassingly, I couldn’t hold back the pleasure at the sensation of the plug in my butt being pulled out, and I collapsed.

Hip… It felt good.]

It’s embarrassing, but more than that, this confession made me feel good.

Naughty feelings.

The flushed head continues to make more and more embarrassing confessions for the sake of more pleasure, without even being properly aware of what it is doing.

The feeling I felt when my anus was tortured, the feeling when my breasts were massaged. The feeling when he first felt the gaze, his own pervert like taste, and his feelings and emotions are thoroughly disclosed.

Commit and throw away

Then, using that strange trembling as a stimulus, he masturbates.

I don’t know who will show it, but in the middle of the day on a back alley, I was absorbed in masturbation without even killing my voice.

[…That is all.

Uploaded ‘Haeun’.]

By the time the report was completed, it had already become quite long.

Shameful content that makes you blush just by reading it yourself.

I don’t have the courage to read it again, but what would happen if I saw myself like this to everyone?

One’s own heart, and the contents of the process,

It was filled with such self-deprecating words, as if desperately wishing for them.

I send such longing, thirst without hiding it.

Really… Committed

♥

What do you think when you see this?

Ah…

“Huaaaaa”

Exhilarating ecstasy,

I don’t know who is listening, but I can’t stand this feeling, this strange feeling…

It smells like an obscene female.

A strange moan flows down the alley and echoes quietly.

He left behind a dark alley and a muddy puddle.

Thigh, without even wiping a string of sticky thread,

He left with a sad expression on his face.

I was overcome with shame and intense shame at the act I had committed and the content I had sent myself.

Beyond that

I reached the climax of that pleasure.♥

Small stain marks were engraved along the alleyway, like signposts.