I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 163

Chapter 163 – First, Sex_Arrived in a Ruin on a Certain Outskirts

First, Sex_The place we arrived at is a ruin in a certain outskirts

Beautiful ──♡ Purulurit─♥

With the embarrassing flute sound of the buttocks that is both funny and miserable, the sky blue… The embarrassing lump of jelly was lavishly spilled on the street.

Ah-♥

Is it as much as 2.2L of enema? The discharged mass of gel was more like a melted puddle, almost mushy, than the almost solid jelly it usually looked like. Anyway, according to the law of conservation of mass, at least into my ass… More than the amount of injected medicinal solution… Excrete chunks of slime.

As much as when I was forced into it with a syringe, for a long time, yes, for a really long time, showing such a miserable and filthy figure in front of everyone’s eyes… It was to excrete a mass of sky-blue jelly.

It’s so embarrassing, disgraceful and humiliating… The pleasure of excretion that has been imprinted to the extent that it can’t be helped… Indulged in a sense of liberation and the abnormal pleasure that comes from being seen, they let go of their sexuality.

The occasional sound of the camera’s shutter, the fishy eyes, and the insulting comments from people…
All of that stabs me in the chest.

Sad and pitiful, but in fact, more than anything else, she ends up getting excited.
In the midst of such lavish hospitality from the residents, this vulgar and perverted interview came to an end.

However, what ended up being the interview was, and she pulled my leash and led me to another place, as if the real action was taking place somewhere else.

That’s how I was dragged along the streets of the poor here, where every piece of cloth was lost, and the smell of sewage flowed here and there.

Jinglang-, Jinglang-
While letting out the sound of bells ringing clearly in every corner of the alley, now without wearing anything, while showing off her rather large and voluptuous breasts and nipples compared to others, and the golden heart-patterned piercings sandwiched between them… It was to show such an embarrassing appearance to the whole town.

Both arms are still tied behind the black arm binders.
Sticky love juice dripped from her pussy, and her eyes were already drenched in cloudy desire.
Every step, every step, her breasts without even underwear to compensate flaunted their presence as they swayed up and down in a voluptuous rhythm.

The golden chain and heart-shaped accessories that sway and sway every time emphasize the lewdness.

Anna, who is smaller than her, standing in front of her and pulling her by the leash like the owner of her pet dog. Its unbalanced appearance somewhere attracted more attention.

And of course, on this street where laws and ethics are lacking and there is no way you can lean on any of them, a female with such a figure is always a good target.
Even though it was still far from night, it was called to the stop by men passing by.

However, is the company Xos quite famous on this street, or is there something else I don’t know about? Every time she whispers something to those guys, they give up and let us go as if they’ve leaked somewhere. Was

However, I didn’t just send them away without doing anything, and it seemed like they were leaking steam and just wanted to let them go without doing anything. Because they introduced me and quietly passed me into their hands, each time I was caught in their rough hands and was teased in one way or another.

The nipple was twisted and pulled, or the nipple piercing was lightly bitten. There were times when the clitoris was hit lightly and lightly fainted, and there were times when the butt hole was treated like a pussy and crowned. She quietly and satisfactorily neglecting me as if she could do anything other than inserting herself, and her drone filming all of her.

In addition, they were forced to drink water and forced to urinate while being seen by others under a telephone pole, or they were lined up by people passing by the roadside and slapped on the buttocks. My butt — she was tapped on her hips enough to make a sound, but why did I end up feeling pleasure from the pain…

So, here in the former Yongsan-gu Collapsed City Special Disaster 7th Refugee Residential Area, wandering naked all over the place, being molested and harassed, as if holding a declaration ceremony to the residents living in this unsettling street, giving her a pervert-like appearance, giving her a corner of the street It was dragged around the corner.

There were people who sexually molested me for seeing me like that, people who silently gave me contemptuous glances, and sometimes spit in my face. A strange stranger dripping sticky from my forehead… Unclean saliva.

It makes me feel so sad and miserable.
The city that fell as soon as it fell, the treatment that crawled on the floor even in that city…
In their gaze, the gaze that they said they were looking down on was terrifying♥

Like a worm staggering across the ground.
Was I something like that to them?
When I imagined it like that, a strange sense of satisfaction enveloped me.

Of course, no one will know the current situation if you leave this place.
When I think like that, I feel a bit regretful, and I have the urge to reveal my identity as it is, what will happen if it really becomes irreversible.

He was teased on the street all day long, and he got excited again.

My back trembled, and my legs were dirty and shallowly scratched on the poorly maintained floor. The soles of my feet, which had been forcibly more sensitive than others and whose direction was fixed as a sense of pleasure, could not help but flinch at the strange feeling of the rough and rough texture of the floor.

From the beginning, what can I say? I didn’t like walking barefoot on poorly paved ground. Should I be embarrassed about something? Even when stepping on bathroom tiles, stepping on flooring with holes in the drain, or stepping on a floor that feels squeaky and unclean, it’s not just the soles of my feet that get dirty, it’s that I myself get dirty with that kind of filth. I didn’t really like it because it made me feel like I was losing.

Up to that point, I didn’t think of myself as paranoidly tidy, but I was always uncomfortable with the feeling of being soiled like that, touching something that I thought was unclean.

But why would that be? It seemed that now, rather, I have become a little reluctant to wish for such things myself. Is it because this body is not originally one’s own? It may not be either Now, quite a bit of time has passed, and I am slowly becoming aware that this body of Ha-eun is my own, and the vivid sensations felt through my skin each time make me feel that myself and this body are one.

But, no, that’s why this body… The idea of ​​filthy dirtying this body that had been carefully nurtured and cherished on such a gutter floor made me feel a shady satisfaction and pleasure.
Even if you think about it yourself, you can say it’s a weak castle, but the unfortunate thing is that I’ve been in this body.

Even now.
Like this… Being seen by everyone on the roadside like this with that kind of eyes, naked like this, shamefully pulled by a leash like a pet, letting out childish bells and whining, showing my lewd body naked and defiled… That gets me so excited.
It was thrilling.

The more—the more miserable, the more irreversible the situation. Seriously, that’s what I used to think.

The skin was filthy with the dust and the glistening oils and sweats of other men, and the occasional traces of fishy semen from the mischievous Pervert. Before I knew it, my body, which had been exuding a sweet and fresh scent, was also stained with their fishy and disgusting smell, giving off a fishy smell.

Stink.
It was unpleasant, disgusting, and miserable, but… It also excites me.
And the scent of a male flowing from the tip of his nose every now and then… It made me dizzy.

Where on earth was she going, or was she just trying to show off and expose my embarrassing appearance throughout the neighborhood? She continued to lead me, and for some reason, she was heading toward a terrifying place that had become less and less popular.

This place, whether it should be called a refugee camp or a slum, an outlaw city that could be called a slum, leads me gradually to the outskirts of the outskirts of the outskirts through dark roadsides and alleys with a damp and humid atmosphere that is different from somewhere in it. Go ahead
The gaze of a person who is getting smaller.

The more I walked along the road, the wreckage and fragments of abandoned buildings, and the bare branches of reinforced concrete with only skeletons left unsightly came into view.
There are no streetlights or telephone poles that are common, and the floor is pitted here and there as if it has not been maintained at all, so every time you walk, you feel a slight pain in your feet and a thrilling pleasure.

The gaze of the person who was mocking me with a strange look also fell one by one, and as she was walking along a shady street corner, she stopped her steps as she walked in front of her.

Was it some kind of bombing?
Everywhere in the building was destroyed, and the floor was covered with flying debris, earthen walls, and dust. The graffiti sprayed in black as if someone had been there made it possible to feel the touch of a human being.
I am just standing still, but somehow I feel a gloomy and creepy feeling in the street.

For what purpose?
Could it be that they are filming outside like this?

Thinking about it, in this place where there is no building that is so popular or reassuring, a suspicion arises that it would not be a problem to kidnap and deal with a person.
No way?

Thinking about it reminds me of her status, that is, her buttocks, which were called company fixtures and had the seal of a formal slave.
Maybe me too?
Growing doubts and insecurities.

The misfortune that was about to come, now I felt fear.
… I had imagined such an ending, but the situation that actually came to me was more frightening and dreadful than I could have imagined. Now, the weight of the black arm binders binding these arms is too heavy and terrifying.

However, there is no way to escape from this place, no place to escape, just by imagining such things, and I just tremble with the fear of my own sudden imagination.

Well, it was just that there was no such thing as illegal human trafficking that I was thinking of, and that her destination was just this place, this seemingly empty village, a building in ruins.

A large abandoned building.
As if there was really some kind of war, the exterior of the building is already bare with its exterior and skeleton exposed, and the hollow concrete holes create a gloomy atmosphere. What should I say, it reveals the true face of this street called the refugee residence area? What the hell is there in such a building that seems to collapse soon? Although she was puzzled, she was pulled by her leash and led into the slightly ominous-looking entrance.

However, unlike the outside, the inside was more ordinary than I thought.
Hmm… As soon as I pushed through the rusty iron door that I thought was the entrance to see if the electricity was going on properly, a building with more ordinary contents than I thought was revealed.
It’s just that it’s more ordinary than I thought, but the inside of the building feels like a ruin, and the floor is littered with broken building materials, broken windows, and drums, giving it a slightly cluttered atmosphere.

A space like a secret hideout somewhere.
And as if that idea was not wrong, as soon as I passed through the entrance, a small temporary building in a checkpoint-like building hung with a blocking bar, blocking the entrance to the building.
The barricades and checkpoints felt a bit like life, leaving me alone outside of them and Anna entering the checkpoints.

The windows coated in dark black were intentional, so the inside wasn’t visible from the outside, and the faintly audible voice of her made us guess that there was someone else inside.

I wonder what kind of conversation they were having, after a short time, an employee ID on a necklace? A card with the same picture of her was hung. Just a little bit of her picture attached to the card… No, it was not a very ordinary picture. An ID photo of a bust with her breasts exposed. However, unlike other ordinary ID photos, she was naked without a single thread, and her chest, shoulders, and face were scribbled with obscene slang words and pictures such as pervert, and on her forehead was a blue man with rituals written in the men’s bathroom. A pictogram with meaning was attached. All over her hair, there were yellow, muddy residues of the man’s semen that she couldn’t hide, and the silver pierced earrings she was still wearing were clearly reflected on her nipples.

Her figure with a lewd smile as if ecstatic.
If that was her employee ID, it would have been something that could have been known about her company’s treatment of her.
And under that large, pervert-like ID photo of her, her full name was engraved in a small way.
Her glance at her shows her as if she’s proud, waving her employee ID at me. Every time that happened, the card hanging around her neck swayed flutteringly, and the back of the card, which was thought to be an employee ID, was also blown.
Unlike the front, there were many letters written on the back, unlike the front, and unlike the front, a very small photo was embedded.
However, it was only small in size, and the impact of the photo was not inferior to that of the front. Or should I say bolder?
A pervert-like picture of her pink, well-trimmed little cunt and asshole clearly visible.
… It must have been a photo after they had already had sex, and between her small, open holes, a white liquid was flowing, and after using them, colorful condoms were hanging.

…
A really messed up picture.
If it were me, I would be so embarrassed that I wouldn’t even dare to carry a card like that.
However, as if he had a completely different idea from me, he showed the picture as if he was bragging about it.