Chapter 33
Kim Nayeon liked reading books.
Unlike the timid, passive person she was, the protagonists in books were lively and always did things she could not, so reading gave her vicarious satisfaction.
As a result, she always read whenever she had time, regardless of genre.
Thus, it was inevitable that she eventually picked up an erotic novel.
The shocking intercourse between a man and a woman for someone so young, the obscene words that were always censored, the lewd lines too embarrassing to imitate…
Even though she knew she should not read any further, she could not bring herself to look away.
“Nayeon, are you reading again today? As expected of you, Nayeon—you’re such a model student.”
At that moment, her mother saw her reading and said this.
The contradiction of being praised while reading an erotic novel, her fear of being caught, and the contents of the book all mingled together and aroused her.
From that day on, she read erotic novels in the living room every day in front of her parents. By then, she was already hopelessly addicted and could not stop.
But that was not the end of it.
As she continued reading such books, she began to yearn for the acts depicted in them.
I want to be touched like that woman, I want to be sucked like that woman, I want to be fucked like this woman…
Little by little, she began fantasizing about having sex.
And once she started fantasizing, the fantasies gradually grew more intense.
Ordinary sex could no longer arouse her. She sought out more stimulating novels and indulged in more stimulating fantasies.
Being touched by an unknown man, stripped naked in a public place, dragged around like a dog, raped in front of everyone…
Each time, she felt a chill, but she liked it.
She had become a lewd girl.
She got a boyfriend to satisfy her abnormal sexual desires.
Being molested or raped for real frightened her. But she thought she could handle it if it was just a ‘play,’ so she accepted his confession of love.
However, unlike what she had imagined, her boyfriend was too innocent, and no matter how much she hinted, he never pounced on her.
She was disappointed, but masturbating to fantasies of being molested in front of her boyfriend felt even better than usual, so she settled for that.
But one day, a man appeared who really molested her, just as she had fantasized.
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To cut to the chase, her fantasy had been a huge misunderstanding.
Being molested felt far better than she had imagined, and even a little touching made her feel as though she might climax immediately.
When the man slipped his hand inside her panties and touched her pussy, her head spun, and when his finger entered her, she nearly lost consciousness.
With pleasure surging over her like this, she felt as though she was going to lose herself.
She tried to resist, but he ignored her and continued stimulating her pussy.
And just when she was about to climax,
the man withdrew his hand.
Her desire unfulfilled, she turned her head. Surprisingly, the molester was a far more attractive man than she had expected. More attractive than her boyfriend…
She wanted to beg him to continue, but when he said he would come again tomorrow, she had no choice but to nod.
She dragged her aroused body into the bathroom.
There, she masturbated while fantasizing about him raping her right there.
She was late for school.
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He appeared again the next day.
His handsome face still made her heart flutter. She wondered why someone with a face like that would do something like this, but she could not figure it out.
She simply turned around, making it easy for him to molest her.
As expected, she was wet, and, as if he had noticed, his finger slid smoothly inside her.
Perhaps he was only scratching the sensitive spots, or perhaps everywhere felt good when he touched her; either way, the sensation was entirely different from masturbation, and she moaned.
But it was not quite enough. Just a little harder… Just a little deeper… Wishing he would drive her crazy like this, she unconsciously grabbed his arm and rocked her hips.
But again, she failed to climax. Just before she came, he pulled his hand away.
For some reason, he seemed angry and roughly pulled off her panties.
Her bare buttocks and pussy were exposed in the crowded subway.
When she panicked and tried to pull up the panties caught around her knees, he forced her to take them off herself.
He said that if she spent the day without panties, he would make her come the next day, so she had no choice but to obey.
She slowly squatted down and carefully removed her panties.
The thought that everyone on the subway was watching her made her so excited that she got goosebumps.
As she trembled, unsure what to do, he lifted his foot and touched her pussy.
Unable to withstand the thrilling sensation, she fell to the floor, causing her skirt to ride up.
When she hurriedly tried to get up, she fell again, burying her face in the man’s crotch.
She felt his cock against her face. It gave off a lewd scent. Her mouth began to water on its own.
His erect cock was larger than her face and incredibly hard. Its size and sensation were different from what she had imagined.
And, for some reason, it felt good. Without realizing it, she stuck out her tongue and licked his crotch.
Startled by the strange taste, she rose and handed him the panties she had been wearing.
The feel of the panties, soaked as though they had been dunked in water, made her unable to lift her head.
That day, she went into the bathroom again and
was late for school.
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While she went without panties, she thought she would go insane.
She felt as though everyone had noticed and was staring at her pussy.
Whenever she fantasized about herself as a spectacle, her chair kept getting wetter.
Every break, she ran to the bathroom.
Only after masturbating to fantasies of that man coming to her school and raping her could she gradually calm her arousal.
Her boyfriend found her behavior strange and was worried about her, but she could not bring herself to say anything.
Had this been a few days earlier, she might have coyly lifted her skirt and seduced him.
But now, the thought never even occurred to her. Her mind was filled with that man and no one else.
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The next day, she waited for that man in the same spot.
Boldly, she was not wearing any panties.
She was already intensely aroused, and her juices were trickling down her thighs.
This time, she had already turned her body away.
She was embarrassed to let him see the happy, excited expression that would cross her face at the sight of him.
As she waited like that, the man finally arrived.
Unlike usual, he awkwardly groped her buttocks.
They were not the soft, familiar fingers she knew, but rough and clumsy ones.
Far from feeling good, the touch was unpleasant.
The hand squeezing her buttocks hard, as though wringing juice from fruit, caused her pain.
“Aah… It hurts…”
She protested softly that it hurt, but the man seemed to enjoy it instead.
He applied more force with the hand kneading her and spoke.
“Heh heh heh… They said there’s a perverted slut around at this hour. So it’s you, huh? This horny bitch even moans like she likes it!”
Her mind went blank.
The man touching her now was not the same man from before.
When she turned her head just in case, she saw that it was indeed an entirely different man.
Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be homeless.
She was disgusted.
It was horrifying.
The unpleasant hands touching her made her feel like she was going to vomit.
When she tried desperately to resist, another man appeared beside her.
He also appeared to be homeless.
With a musty stench about him, he grabbed her arm with a dirty hand.
Another homeless man appeared on the other side.
He tried to strip off her clothes while she was unable to resist.
“N-no, I don’t want to!”
She cried and tried to ask for help, but everyone merely watched.
Once again, her fantasy had been a huge misunderstanding.
Reality was more horrifying than her fantasies. Being molested felt far worse than she had imagined, and even the slightest touch made her want to kill herself.
“…Save me… Please save me…”
Ironically, the man who came to mind as she was being molested was the man who had molested her before.
‘Please…’
She felt as though she could give him everything, but being assaulted by other men was worse than death.
“Why don’t you fucking bastards get the fuck out of here?”
At that moment, the man appeared.