episode_0182

Veronica hoped. May you strangle yourself as much as you love yourself.

It wasn’t that difficult to strangle Veronica with my strength now. I know very well that even if people in similar weight classes are put together, it is dangerous to strangle them and squeeze their carotid arteries, so I wonder if there is such a big difference in weight classes.

There was a difference in height of over 20, and everything from the skeleton to the flesh attached to it was different.

Unlike me, who had a body covered in muscles and strong enough to not be a hindrance in actual combat, even though it wasn’t bulky, she only had soft flesh, not muscles.

Even if you apply strength, it eventually digs into those small muscles, giving you a soft, white inside and soft skin.

It was an extremely embarrassing request to strangle Veronica, who had this and whom I loved so much.

But even so, I had no choice but to strangle him.

I hoped that Veronica would not go as far as to harm herself like this.

she was a kid Although he was said to have become an adult, in the end, in an environment where it was difficult for his mind to grow, I could see him behaving like a child as his mind did not grow as time passed.

But I never resented it or found it annoying.

It’s just that it seemed vague.

I could see that he wanted to be confirmed that he was loved, like a child who had just learned the word “I love you.”

But the funny thing was, I wasn’t that different.

Love is difficult. It may be the most difficult emotion in the human heart.

The human mind changes in various ways.

I would immediately put up an iron wall to prevent people from getting close to me, but at the same time, if there was someone I liked, that wall would already have been torn down a long time ago, and I would hope to overcome that wall and tear down the other person’s wall.

In the meantime, when the other person opened the door again or broke down the wall with me, I had to check again whether it was a fake feeling or a real feeling.

Men and women. Among them, there was one reason why I chose a woman.

When a man gives his heart to someone, the first thing he thinks about is, ‘Does he like me?’ The answer that came back was mostly OK.

That’s what I observed from the people around me.

When I saw that, I couldn’t dare and didn’t even think about trying to do it.

If you start liking me based on what I like, I don’t think it will reach your heart.

And the men who approach first are greedy for your body or money.

I blocked myself from doing this or that, and ultimately what I chose was to meet a woman who was no different from running away.

When a woman receives a confession, she shakes her head if she has no interest in dating women.

And if I was a person who was okay with women, they looked at my face, looked at my mood, and judged my level.

I didn’t know that they were that type in the first place.

Because when I receive a confession from someone, I also share that level.

Is it right for me? Does it suit me? Or are you laughing at me?

The funny thing is, women get annoyed when people are worse than them, and they get jealous when people are better than them and stay away from them.

A person who is close for immediate benefit, but distant in heart.

I wanted to be close to others to feel their warmth, but the more the behavior was repeated, the more empty my heart became. No matter how close the girls were, I sometimes got sick of seeing them grade, divide into groups, and talk to each other behind the scenes, and I suddenly remembered running away to a game for a while because I was sick of it.

The person I encountered at the end was Veronica.

She was honest. He was a cute person who didn’t know how to hide his feelings.

At first, I thought I would only appease his body through physical relationships, but now he was someone who approached me with my heart.

My physical relationship with her now had the meaning of an action that further strengthened my heart and confirmed this love.

Still, I felt sorry for her who was afraid and worried.

As such, I strangled her.

I hoped it wouldn’t hurt my neck, but the fact that I was strangling it made me feel depressed. Nevertheless, she didn’t say anything to me and closed her eyes as if she was comfortable.

“Hmm.”

The sound of wind coming from her throat was a sign that she was increasingly unable to breathe.

The moment I heard that sound, I slowly relaxed my hand.

Veronica opened her eyes and looked at me quietly.

“… Ugh.”

“I’ll take my hands off.”

“Ah, no, you can just insist… ”

I couldn’t understand. Of course, it’s not that I haven’t played SM games. And I didn’t know that this was for advanced users.

But Veronica was urging me to do more, as if this was convenient.

If I was completely crazy about physical pleasure, wow, would you allow this? He might have been fucking while doing it, but the problem was that he didn’t feel like it now.

As I narrowed my eyes and looked at Veronica’s face, Veronica averted her gaze once and then turned her gaze back to me.

“… Sorry for asking too much, but… It was good for a moment.”

What good is it about strangling?

I couldn’t understand why not being able to breathe was a good thing.

Of course, there was a fainting game in reality as well. A crazy act that existed to strangle someone and make them faint and to experience that intense feeling between being sober and fainting.

It was also an act of strangulation and pressing down on parts that could possibly kill me, and I couldn’t understand what the good of that was.

Even among adults, it is said that they do something intense to feel a brief pleasure, but it is not without risk for both adults and children.

As I was moaning, Veronica laughed bitterly.

“I won’t die. I just wanted it to cover up the painful memories of me being strangled… ”

When I heard that, I was moved to tears.

“If I wanted to erase the trauma, I did it.”

“… … .”

“I’m sorry if this is an excessive request. I’ll just endure it. I thought you would like it. I guess I still didn’t know you very well.”

Veronica said that and her hands trembled.

It felt like I was consciously holding on to the hand that unconsciously came up to scratch my neck.

I looked at him blankly and sighed, then swallowed my saliva.

In that case, if she could feel any better from this, she had no choice but to overcome her hesitation.

When I grabbed her neck with my hand again, the tension in her hand disappeared and she fell onto the bed with a soft thud.

After seeing it once, I groaned and continued the action.

Phew, Phew. In a slow action, he strangles her.

carotid. It strangled the blood vessels leading to the head and at the same time put pressure on the neck, blocking the supply of oxygen.

Then there she was again with a relaxed expression. When I started shaking my waist like this, that relaxed expression became distorted. And soon after, I saw her frowning, then opening her eyes and sticking out her tongue, saying, “Hey.”

Startled, I took my hand away and looked at her.

Even though her body returns to its original state when something goes wrong, I couldn’t be the person who doesn’t even check for that, so I took my hand away, stopped at her waist, and tried to check her pupils.

But Veronica’s voice was heard.

“Ah, nya… I feel good… ”

The way he spoke to me like that made me feel confused and embarrassed.

A scary feeling lingered over me. I wondered if it was going to be like this, and came to the conclusion that it probably shouldn’t be like this.

Still, Veronica just gave me a look.

“I feel good.”

As I watched Veronica speak so patiently, I felt like tears were coming out because I couldn’t fathom the depth of her trauma.

Nevertheless, I stretched out my hand again.

Sorry.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

Please forgive me for being mean to you like this.

Because of your presence, I felt many things.

I learned that when I was with another person, it wasn’t love, but only feelings of temporary entertainment and pleasure.

I realized that there could not be a superior-subordinate relationship in love, and therefore, there should not be a teaching assistant.

Furthermore, I was faced with the fact that even this type of SM was just an extension of pleasure and had nothing to do with love.

Although it is something that people who love each other can do, it is important to distinguish between things that can be done even without love.

After distinguishing it, I was able to say that I truly love you.

There was no mistaking it as something that could be done even without love. I just approached you with actions that can only be done through love, and with a heart that can only be possessed.

Does this make you feel a little more comfortable?

Has the trauma that has been strangling you for so long calmed down at all?

I hope so.

This behavior is causing me a lot of anxiety right now, but I hope this will help you escape the memory.

I want this act to degenerate into pleasure, this memory to overshadow that memory, and to think that actually strangling only happened when I had good sex with me.

I know that human memories are not easily altered, but I just hoped.

I swallowed her moans and filled her with my heart, along with the sound of her breathing.

“Kk, kek… !”

She reached climax at the same time as the pleasure secreted from her head due to lack of oxygen and strangulation of her carotid artery, and she went away in a grand manner, raising her relaxed eyes upward and shaking her body.

All I knew was that it lasted for quite a long time and that it felt really good.

I held on to her tightly and slowly let go when her movements subsided.

At the end, there was a woman who did not struggle from the tickling.