I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 162

Chapter 162 – First, Sex_AV Cannot Miss the Interview Scene (7)

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What should I say now, I was getting distracted and falling into this nonsensical situation. My heart trembled at the eyes of the men when I twisted my waist a little like this and showed the gap between my legs openly, and the feeling that the male’s emotions were getting stronger and pricked my skin.

I couldn’t really find anything that could already be called an interview, and her harassment, which was just filled with content that seemed to test how far I could go, continued. From a certain moment, the more naughty questions did not lead to whether the material had run out, but more than that was being shown through her actions.

Suddenly, my legs were forcibly opened, and after exposing my red and swollen buttocks in front of everyone, the beads inserted in my anus were roughly pulled out♥

Pong, pong, pong, pong——a sound so bold and clear that it was hard to think of it as a sound coming from a human hip resonated in the square, and it struck my ear violently. Ache? Ehh… It was a strange yet excessive sensation that was difficult to express with such a simple sensation, flowing from the anus, over the sacrum, down the spinal cord, and filling the brain.

Really, really what to say… Could it be that it was pulled out violently without the slightest addition or subtraction? As usual there… In one way or another, the sensory nerves around him had been altered and amplified differently from other people, so the intense sense of release was too strong.
I let out a miserable scream at the regurgitation of the senses bursting out of my buttocks, bowed in an awkward manner, howled and sobbed, and fainted lightly as it was.

Inverted eyes.
Even thinking about it myself, I could only describe it as an unsightly figure, but the differentiation of the senses, as if my buttocks were burning and melting, was not a form of stimulation that I could endure with my sober mind. The stimuli of sorting that make your head flip and melt as it is and become strange.

As it was, he sat down on the floor of the plaza, spilled all the urine remaining in his bladder, and collapsed.
The dust and filth on the floor adhered to the skin and dyed the skin pure white.

Rather than that, now I was overwhelmed with enduring the congestion of nerves that numb my buttocks, including this pain.
While miserably exposing the hole in my buttock in front of everyone, I fluttered intermittently like a fish that had just jumped out of an aquarium in response to the sudden, violent pleasure.

The hole in the butt that opens up like a living creature and breathes through that small hole…
And there was no way she would just leave me with such a perverted and vulgar appearance, and her fingers pricked and poked right into my hole.

Unable to think about the torrent of unacceptable stimuli that were already above the standard level, I just screamed at the repeated violence, twisted my legs reflexively like a poor lab frog, and squirted out the remaining bodily fluids.

And, to me who had passed away like that, she continued to play vicious pranks over and over again.
First, the small hole was opened and exposed to the camera lens.
Oneself that is clearly being recorded… Even the embarrassing inner depths were recorded through the lens and displayed in front of these people.
Again, between her open assholes, her slender fingers slid here and there, caressed and stimulated. At that time, it seemed that the staggering figure of my waist, which followed her touch, was well received by the people.
Again, the beaded tail, which had fainted me for a moment, was shuttled back and forth between her buttholes over and over again, and each time it played embarrassing and obscene sounds through my butthole.

Even when her consciousness was dim and hazy, the sexual misconduct wrapped in her innocent or her own good intentions was indelibly etched into her mind and body.
It was as if the ass hole was being played with, as if it were becoming another cunt.

Her pranks were too violent and dizzying to pass out with her mind lost. Eventually, when her thin index, middle, and ring fingers were simultaneously inserted into my butthole and inserted into her metacarpal, the shocking pressure and stimulation forced me to stand up.

And, as soon as she came to her senses, at the pressure filling her anus, and at the stimuli of her fidgeting knuckles strangely brushing the creases in her anus, she let out a miserable groan again and was forced to struggle without hesitation.

The feel of her tiny fingers, mercilessly widening and teasing my ass hole, over her mid-gluteal bone, down to her scapula, and down to the loin of her hand, drives me crazy. Her bumbling anal pleasure, the lubrication of her buttocks running between her fingers, and her own sky-blue jelly mass sticking to her fingers gave a more subtle sensation.

I felt like going crazy.

Wasn’t that the only feeling she could feel as she fainted miserably in front of everyone, with her butt stuck in her hands?

Beyond the rectum, her three fingers enter deep enough to reach the S colon, and also widely.
Moreover, it is not just the reciprocating motion of simply putting in and taking out, but the knuckles and knuckles of her fingers gliding in between, and the tips of her fingers carefully scratching and rubbing certain parts as if she knows every nook and cranny that strangely amplifies the senses. It seemed more crazy to the touch.

Even the remaining urine dregs were drained, and she spewed and sobbed with the momentum to flow down.

Like that, I teased my ass hole like a toy, showed it off in front of everyone, and brought the anal beads that were filling my ass to my mouth.
A silver iron bead approaching, emitting steam… In the middle, there was a light blue jelly on it, and it was not difficult to find out what the jelly was. The tail hairs on the tip of her hair, her butt… Of the anal which was inserted in it… Marble.

Even in the midst of being distracted by excessive pleasure, I knew well what the object was. And where does that warm warmth come from? I couldn’t help but be ashamed of that fact.

Then, while thrusting the anal beads into me, he quietly whispered in my ear.

“Since it got a little dirty because of Ha-eun, don’t you think Ha-eun should clean it?”

It was all too clear what her whispers meant.
However, even if he understood its meaning, it would not mean that he could easily act on it, at least he himself did. Even in such a dizzying situation where her head seems to be empty, is it really like that… There was no choice but to hesitate in such an act.

What should I say? Inside your ass… The act of making something hot in it clean.
Of course, considering her behavior, my current situation, and the direction in which the field is being pushed, it is obvious that it is not just a simple rag or rag to clean up. A more humiliating and miserable act, one’s own… Hear what came out of his body with his own mouth… The act of slaughtering.

Above all, it is unacceptable and humiliating.
At least, there was no way I had ever done anything similar to it, nor had I ever thought of wanting to do it.

No matter how much, no matter how many drugs and procedures, my anus and buttocks are not organs for excretion… Even if it had been transformed into an institution that exists only to perform sexual acts, at least in the conventional sense… The buttock hole is an organ for excretion.
Even if you excrete a mass of unidentifiable lubricant-like jelly that is no longer a bowel movement, even if you suffer from the pleasure felt when you excrete through the buttocks, when you are stabbed, or when you are touched, orgasm, and even faint… At least, it can be said that it was something close to a prohibition that can only be expressed as a certain line that is difficult to accept.

The lukewarm metal bead ring that was approaching gradually, and the vague warmth of a person’s body temperature of 36.5°C, made me awake.
I desperately tried to turn my head and resist, but well… Her hands were already tied and her collar was tied, so there was no way I could resist her touch, and just like that… As it is… The silver beads stained with a bit of light blue jelly touched my small lips and ended up being thrown away.

Tasteless, odorless, and just a little warm, the touch of metal hit me. The excrement coming out of my butt, which has already been altered to the point where it is difficult to reverse by various medications and procedures… It had already become something that would be ambiguous to even call it excrement, but psychologically, I couldn’t help but feel resistance.

However, the mouth is forced open… I had no choice but to accept the beads with my tongue and lips.

Ah…
I am so desperate and miserable♡
The warmth that was just right for body temperature drove me crazy.
Jelly specific… The sticky texture, the round shape and texture of the beads give you the realization that you are really doing something, and more miserable… It was so etched into my brain that it became strange.

And, the fact that this fact is being seen by everyone, and the obvious result that this figure will be seen by everyone in the future, makes me even more miserable.

Ah…

Just do what you’re told, this filthy… I wiped the dirty metal beads clean and clean with my mouth.
I feel dizzy as if I have done something that I shouldn’t have done as a human being somewhere.

Again, inadvertently shed a single tear.
Then, the strange despair and shame, the sense of liberation that he had committed, intertwined, and he sobbed at the strange pleasure.

So again, and again…
Shameful secrets that should not be discovered and cannot be seen by others were recorded one by one.

What would have happened if there hadn’t even been a butterfly mask?
No… What if the identity of SEPal in this video and the identity of ‘Lee Ha-eun’ were revealed?
And if everyone, everyone who knows me knows?

Ah…

Aaaaa…♥

In despair and joy, I fell into a world of my own.
However, as if that leisure was a luxury for me, she pushed me back again.

2.2L, 2200cc fig tree enema.
The hydroalcoholic glycerin extract extracted from the flower buds of this fig tree, also called natural glycerin, warms up just right to the body temperature, and fills my buttocks pleasantly.

The enema liquid was filled in a bucket prepared somewhere, put in a disposable plastic syringe, and pushed into my buttock through a rubber hose.
The amount that goes in at once wasn’t that much, but once, twice, three times, four times… It continued to squeeze and push into my ass until all the liquid in the bucket ran out.

A total of 2.2L of enema, which fills the inside of the stomach like that, continues to stimulate the peristaltic movement in my intestines, leading to excretion… It was what aroused desire.

In terms of volume, 4 500ml milk cartons and 0.4, if you think about it, isn’t that a lot? However, the liquid that was filling my intestines filled me up before I knew it, to the point of protruding my belly button cutely.
And stimulated by that awkwardness and full discomfort… To be honest, really… I couldn’t stand the stool.

But, here?
Are you showing people this far?
Even the drone floating in the sky over there would be nasty to capture all of this on camera.

In other words, if you do something grand like this in this place, you can say it’s a shame that there is nothing more to do. It was a record of a lifetime.
You might want to die ashamed of thinking about it forever.

No, there were times when I didn’t think much of it when such a scene appeared in another person’s AV or pornography, but when I was in that situation, the feeling was very different.
No, really, just imagining seeing the appearance of her own bathroom was already making her breathing quicker.

Pee… Peeing, but not yet, no, you might think this is a little too late, but it was really embarrassing.

Still, it’s always transparent… Is it fortunate that it is a sky-blue jelly mass?
No, it might be more embarrassing than that.

However, the current problem was a mixture of simpler and more fatal problems.
Okay.
In this place, solemnly… There was no other way other than squirting the enema.

Restroom?
Not only did I not know where it was, but the existence of this arm binder and leash restraining me made it impossible for me to escape from this place.
In addition, the senses that approach every moment are gradually reaching their limits, and they have already been teased and expanded by her touch… Little by little, the sky-blue slimy jelly was spilling out of my ass hole.

Flowing down her thighs… The sticky jelly at a lukewarm temperature like my own body temperature was terrible, so it was the worst.

Ah…

I think I had this experience before, but…

Always, always, always…
This is absurd and unreasonable… It was miserable♥

Ah…

With that endorsement, a feeling of liberation.
Losing something precious as a human being, feeling the same pleasure as exhaustion,
As it is, sky blue transparent… The semi-liquid, semi-solid jelly was excreted in front of everyone… It was to throw it away.

Really, it was over.
It was dizzying.

Little…But, I felt ♥ good.

Everything, everything, everything was preciously captured in the lens of that black camera.

With all of her clothes, underwear, and tail stripped off, all of the residents of the special disaster 7th refugee residence area in the collapsed city of Yongsan-gu… All of them were seen.

That fact, this miserable moment…
It was a good feeling, so I would let go of my strange sexuality without realizing it.

How far does it fall?
How far do you get stuck and fall?

Even now… Enough I was miserable♥

That fact gave me a sad yet unique sense of satisfaction.