episode_0007

Although I heard something in my ear, I was only momentarily concerned.

Shaking my waist without a break, I think to myself with my half-muddled mind.

The scariest thing about this curse is that it’s not as dreadful as one might think.

I wish I could forcefully modify something mentally to forget about myself, like soaking a towel slowly with water, gradually changing and eroding my feelings until I realize the change only when I look back at it.

If it were to change too abruptly, I would be shocked and vigilant, but since it slowly simmers like being immersed in warm water, my body becomes accustomed and only then do I realize the danger.

My body has changed too much to go back.

“Ugh, ugh…huh…”

My heightened desires make me acutely sensitive to the large beads of sweat running down my body, and my overstimulated hand, accustomed to self-pleasure, feels like it’s completely mine.

The awkwardness felt all over my body is forgotten, and even my resolve not to be swayed by sexual desires is completely dominated by pleasure, with no resistance.

Feeling uncomfortable with the weight of my large hips and chest, I realize that using this weight to sway my waist actually increases the stimulation felt in my stomach.

Sitting like a cat, I focus on the tailbone area above my navel as the pivot point, moving my waist up and down in a way that curves only my hips.

As my waist moves, the sensitive area becomes erect and sensitive just from the movement, and I hear the suggestive kissing sounds of the dildo against my vagina.

“Huh, huh~, huh~”

Bending my upper body slightly, I make my large breasts sway like a pendulum.

My sensitive body focuses the sensations at the apex of my body, making even a slight breeze send pleasure signals to my brain, turning me into a fool just by moving my body.

Lowering my posture gradually, I bend my legs halfway and stand on all fours.

Spreading my legs wide, I pull back slightly on the dildo, lowering my waist.

Ignoring the gaze of others, I continue to focus only on my pleasure like an animal, testing different positions to find the one that gives me the greatest pleasure.

“Hah, hah, huh….huff, huff, huh…”

With a squelching sound, the large head of the dildo starts to extract fluids from within me as if pumping them out.

With each movement of my waist, the fluid is pulled out like a pump, and as a result, the self-pleasure continues like a literal pumping action.

My throat feels dry, so I quickly gulp down the half-empty water bottle nearby and toss it aside, continuing to move my waist.

The scattered water bottles and cups around the room were evidence of replenishing moisture to continue self-pleasure.

It’s abnormal. Even though I know this is wrong, I can’t seem to stop.

“Ugh…! Hooah…”

![Mark: Masturbation Addiction 3]

Underneath my belly button, a warmth spreads, and a pattern comes to mind.

As my stomach tightens and tingles, the sensation of Dil-Do fills me up, making me light again.

After a moment, the pattern disappears, and as I calm down a bit, I continue to sway my hips.

Slightly changing my posture, folding my arms and legs completely, I position myself as if a cat lying down, with both upper and lower body pressed against the floor, only slightly lifting my waist and bending to insert.

Slowly pressing my belly against the ground… a sensation fills me as if pushing against a wall towards my back.

In that position, I gently sway my hips from side to side as if pushing them out with my legs.

The sensation of gently twisting inwards causes my hips to twitch involuntarily.

Feeling the tightening at the back, my vision narrows again, causing my hips to tense up, and… instead of shaking my waist vigorously, just moving slightly from side to side is enough to create this sensation.

Simply changing the posture makes a woman’s body respond so differently.

It doesn’t take long to reach the peak, where it feels like creating a puddle.

Half-inserted, reaching climax, squeezing the vagina, then climaxing again, feeling the afterglow, and repeating this cycle with the sensation of Dil-Do on the sensitive vagina.

The woman’s body seemed to have no end to climaxing, even inducing a sense of fear.

Even if I go and go, I climax again.

My mind doesn’t easily escape the pleasure blackout.

It continues to beat my head with a rubber hammer until it becomes stupid and broken.

![Decrease in desire through masturbation climax.]

After climax, every brief moment of regaining consciousness, I felt fear.

I can’t stop.

What am I really doing right now? Regret fills me.

I thought it was nothing special, whether it was a status window or something else, but magic is still magic.

This playful message is playing with my body as it pleases.

Right now, even though my desire has temporarily decreased through masturbation, it won’t last long.

With various penalties and negative imprints overlapping, the state of heat makes it impossible for the desire to subside.

Once I reach 100, which I thought was the maximum, I can’t even think like I am now.

Memories disappear as if the film is cut, and when I look back, I see myself masturbating messily in a forgotten room, hunger creeping in as I regain consciousness.

To maintain a bit of sanity, I had to masturbate non-stop.

Once in a state of heat, it seemed impossible to resolve without a man.

Although I could lower my desire through masturbation, it didn’t decrease much, probably due to the penalty for decreased desire in that state.

And that level quickly rises again as soon as I wake up from sleep due to ‘delusions’ and ‘hallucinations’.

Even if I masturbate all day long, I can barely maintain the status quo.

It seemed like this wouldn’t change even after a few days.

More than I thought, the influence of the state, imprints, and penalties was significant.

If I had known this, I might have been better off just enduring and dealing with a man, to the point where the immense pleasure that seemed to destroy my brain was terrifying.

It felt like I would completely forget how to move my waist as a man.

I was completely immersed in learning how to stimulate the inside of the vagina, and my body was adapting to the sensation of swaying the hip joint by lifting and lowering the buttocks, rather than the waist.

No, not just adapting to the pleasure, but continuously changing my posture to savor the pleasure…

There was no particular posture that could be called the most comfortable.

Every posture stimulated different places and ways, all equally pleasant but with a slightly different feeling.

While lamb steak is delicious, eating only lamb can get tiresome, so alternating between deer meat and beef gives a different sensation.

Sometimes, vegetables and pumpkin soup also become appealing.

In this aspect, my body is quite different from a man’s.

The change in pleasure depending on the posture is like men tasting beef by different cuts, while women experience a completely different flavor beyond just the texture.

Is it because this body is more vivid and intense that such things happen?

In other words, there is no universal posture or stimulation.

Therefore, the more I masturbated with a woman’s body, the more unstoppable it became, and no matter how much stimulation I gave, my body would tire but always accept penetration consistently.

“Ah, ah…!”

Spreading both legs slightly, reaching a flexible posture where the lower abdomen and inner knees touch the ground, I slowly, carefully moved my waist.

Lowering my hips, I restrained a moan and climaxed once again.

Unable to focus suddenly, my mouth watered, and my pupils shook slightly.

It felt like I was about to ascend.

Yes, if there is a stimulation that I always crave, that I want to do… like this… one that can only be stimulated in a grand way.

The feeling of being filled in the stomach, along with a deep pressure from within…

This, compared to… alcohol? No, cigarettes…? Drugs…?

It was a different posture, a different movement that could not be matched, a violent pleasure.

“Ah, clothes, ah…♡”

The question of why women react like fools to sex that presses deep inside, a question often posed by men to women, was easily answered.

Anyone who becomes addicted to drugs becomes a fool.

This is a legal drug.

Hidden in the depths of the vagina is an ecstasy vending machine, where if you know where to find it, you can press the button and easily climax, feeling even greater pleasure than with other sex… delivering pleasure directly to the brain through a poorly designed button.

And I knew that once I pressed the button, I couldn’t stop.

Pressing the button non-stop, preparing, pressing again, climaxing, pressing, climaxing, creating puddles all over the house, climaxing, drooling, shaking my waist, thrusting deeply, moaning like a beast, crying out, climaxing, climaxing, climaxing.

The assault of pleasure that raped my brain made me forget how to resist.

If it had been sex, even if I had forced myself to endure it, I wouldn’t have fallen apart like this.

A dildo shaped like my own penis.

So, the thought that it feels good and it’s okay because it’s masturbation led to self-rationalization of sex-like masturbation, pushing my body further into depravity.

In this case, it’s inevitable for women to fall into sex.

This is a flaw in the design itself.

Not everyone can naturally discover these hidden weaknesses, but once you do, there’s no going back to how things were.

Perhaps this is the cervix? The sensation felt deep in the stomach, just below the navel, still feels awkward.

Pressing lightly there elicits a kissing-like sound as if signaling the end from the inside.

A tapping, patting sensation.

However, by slightly twisting the waist there, tracing the edge of the cervix as if drawing a circle with a finger at the entrance of the wine glass, little by little, the melting vagina creates a new space on the side of the cervix.

This part triggers an intense pleasure as if going crazy.

Among them, if you press the dildo a little more at the end towards the navel and coccyx, there comes a moment when the inside loosens and smoothly enters a place deeper than the cervix.

“Ah…! Ah…! Huh…! Hoo…♡”

Just the act of entering deeply feels like breaking down in the head, but if you maintain that state for a while and gently shake the waist back and forth, it feels like the dildo slightly lifts the uterus by swaying like a lever inside the abdomen.

The feeling of floating at that moment.

As you stimulate the deep parts, if the path leading to the place being stimulated right now completely melts away and opens up, you cautiously begin to shake the waist up and down.

Gently, slowly, soothingly…

“Huk, hoo, huyuk, huh♡”

The climax doesn’t stop with each insertion.

Pulling out to the cervix, making the glans catch on the inner walls and slightly tightening the inside like a vacuum, slowly pushing up, creating a completely open path to the cervix and firmly placing the glans behind the cervix.

Pushing up slightly, the protruding part of the glans automatically lifts the cervix and gently shakes it.

Slowly pulling out, gently scraping the thick folds of the vagina like a soft hook, letting the love juices flow like a pump, slowly going in and out…

Pshoo, prr, jyuk

Flowing continuously from the vagina, ejaculating.

Once again, with a completely relaxed expression like a fool…reached the peak like a bitch.

“Hoo~yuk! Huh♡ Hoo♡”

![Engraving: Poruchio 5]

# # #

It has been…probably, the 12th day since self-isolation.

“Hiit…♡ Hik…♡ Haat…♡”

Even the voice has completely changed now.

Without even thinking about changing clothes or eating a proper meal, filling up on calories with jelly and chocolate as dessert, drinking soda, and repeatedly shaking the waist. Not shaking the waist too much but trying to give maximum stimulation, sitting on the dildo placed on the chair, lying on top of it in the most stimulating position, gently bouncing back while pushing the buttocks back with the toes raised, continuously reaching climax just by doing that.

The amount of love juices squeezed out, the heels touching the water puddle floor continuously are slightly swollen. The previous day, without sleeping properly in bed, rolling up a blanket as a pillow, inserting the dildo, gently shaking the waist, and falling asleep.

Then, waking up slightly in the sleep, reaching climax, falling asleep again, waking up and reaching climax…

And after climax, regaining consciousness, then losing almost all reason in pleasure.

12 days…? How much longer until the lock is released…?

Terrifying.

The pleasure itself is, surprisingly… very pleasant and addictive.

It’s fine, but the relentless accumulation of desire is frightening.

To the point where the pursuit of pleasure is so intense that the body forgets to eat and drink, focusing solely on masturbation, the situation is terrifying.

A fortune teller? Can a woman also be a fortune teller?

Honestly, it feels like I might end up dying while masturbating, but I can’t stop.

Thump thump thump

The most terrifying thing in the transformed status window was the penalty of delusions and hallucinations.

The constant increase in my desire levels due to the erotic dreams that I often have when I sleep and the sudden onset of hallucinations without warning have made it impossible for me to stop masturbating.

Even now, the hallucination of someone knocking on the front door is coming to mind.

Knocking on the door, opening it for someone like a delivery person, and instead of signing for a package, confirming my identity with a wrinkled brow will continue in the hallucination.

And then my desire level will suddenly rise, leading me to masturbate.

Thump thump thump thump

“Excuse me, are you there?”

Today, it was particularly vivid. I could feel the vibration of the air through my sensitive skin in the direction of the front door, and even hear the voice.

The slight trembling sound feels like someone speaking from outside the door.

Is the level of the hallucination penalty rising again? This is no longer a hallucination, but a fantasy.

Thump thump thump

“Excuse me? Excuse me? I know you’re in there.”

Click

“Huh…? What, it’s open?”

With the sound of the door opening, the voice becomes clearer. Whether it’s the cold wind coming in from the front door or the stuffy air quickly cooling and ventilating, I can feel it. The change in temperature inside the house is also transmitted through my sensitive skin, and I even sense the presence of someone at the front door.

…Wait, this is a hallucination…?

No, this… no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t make sense.

This vivid sense of reality, I can instinctively feel that it’s definitely different from a hallucination or a fantasy.

The fact that a digital lock outside is trying to open itself and unlock itself is something that should not happen, so how…?

I couldn’t believe it.

No, even though I know this is unbelievable, I can feel and understand that this is reality, the current situation.

My mind is in turmoil, and my heart is pounding.

Someone has opened the front door and entered the house.

“Excuse me! Are you here? Let’s talk for a moment!”