episode_0012

If…

Just a while ago, a person who was confident as a man suddenly said that they had to have relations with a man multiple times, or else their life could be in danger.

Who would want to have relations with someone like that?

It’s a truly absurd question to even hear, but I could confidently answer it now.

I don’t want to have relations with anyone.

The moment I do, I will definitely find a way to kill that person.

Still, even so, if I absolutely have to…

I will at least try not to have relations with multiple people.

But, I hate that guy.

“Damn it, dirty bastard. A rapist. A criminal. Let me turn back into a man. Did that bastard take a picture of me? Damn it, I’ll take his phone and show it to his wife, and she’ll see me screwing her. Not my type, but still screwing her. Damn it, ruining my life. Bastard. How dare he rape me?”

Beyond not having relations with multiple people, there is one prerequisite.

If I really have to be with someone, I absolutely do not want to face that person, nor do I want them to know who I am.

I absolutely do not want someone who knows me.

It goes beyond being shameful and embarrassing.

Knowing the size of someone’s penis, the level of their erection, the movement of their hips, the amount of semen, and the actions during ejaculation of someone I know is so repulsive that I don’t want to believe it.

It goes beyond being disgusting.

This is the rejection, rebellion, and resistance of my masculinity.

No, this is just my existence.

It’s the emotions of Choi Hyeongmin, not Park Ayoung.

I absolutely do not want to have relations with someone I know.

But… what if.

“I want to kill him.”

How can I make it happen? I really hate it, but… what if I use that person’s money somehow? Should I hire someone to break one of his arms? Or maybe his wife…?

No, now is not the time to have these unpleasant and unhelpful thoughts.

I need to think more calmly and seriously.

…even though I don’t want to.

How can I, as a woman who melts all over my body at that moment… have sex.

So, how can I become a mess to that extent.

Until all my remaining desires disappear…

To have sex with just one person that can solve everything…

“Damn it….”

It’s horrifyingly embarrassing to have to seriously think about this.

The self-loathing at the extreme edge makes me feel like my face is going to burst.

My face is hot.

It’s so hot that the air feels cold.

Thinking seriously, it was probably the best way.

So, the magician must have said that depending on how physically satisfied I am, my desires can be greatly reduced.

By understanding the status window well, being very… satisfied is the key…

“Ha, really, I really… damn it, I really… really hate it…”

After muttering while tousling my hair, I took a deep breath and organized my thoughts again.

Alright.

I’ll contact someone who’s damn good at sex.

Just use this sexy body as you please.

I’ll ask them to make me climax to the point of breaking my head.

Decision made.

“Damn it.”

It sucks.

But there’s no other choice.

No matter how much I think about it, this is the best option.

I didn’t start with this thought from the beginning.

Since I don’t believe that my desires will subside without sex in a state of arousal, I took out a dildo to regain my composure and started masturbating again.

After barely reaching a slight climax and enduring it, when I checked the status window and saw that my desires were not decreasing but rather slightly increasing, the serious thought that came to me was this.

I have sex.

And it has to be with someone who can satisfy my desires all at once, someone who feels really good and does it a lot…

The unfortunate yet fortunate thing is that I already know how to find such a person.

In modern society, finding someone like that is quite easy.

Because it’s already established to find such a one-night stand partner in public places where many people gather.

It’s simple.

Just post on social media sites.

I really don’t want to do this kind of dirty deed, but…

Well, if I think of it as just another ‘game’ I used to play, it’s simple.

Playing with stupid men pretending to be a woman.

The only difference this time is… that I’m actually a woman.

Time was not on my side.

The time when this state of heat weakens is at most two days, in other words, I have to find a partner within a day.

It seems like I should just grab anyone like a horny bitch, but I really don’t want to do that.

It’s a matter of pride.

If I have to do it, I don’t want to do it with a loser.

I don’t want to reject a desperate loser who can’t stop panting and begging for it at the slightest hint of a possibility.

I don’t want someone who has no sexual desire.

That’s not a man.

If they have no use or ambition, just cut them off.

I just want a partner who can’t help it no matter what kind of woman they are.

That’s the minimum level of self-respect.

For that reason, I… sift through and filter out men.

I create a new social media account and upload countless selfies.

With my very provocative body… only covering the important parts.

I really, absolutely don’t want to do it.

Taking dozens of photos in various poses, I write down conditions for each post.

[Photo]

Not a loser, confident in sex. Contact me if you listen well, we’ll have sex tomorrow. Send face and body photos via private message. #Escapade #Offline

With just this photo, but constantly uploading every 10 minutes, my private messages on social media were constantly buzzing.

Like a crow picking at a love letter, a new app icon kept ringing incessantly.

{172 14cm, 22 years old. Your body is really sexy. I’ll destroy your pussy for real.]

“You’re talking nonsense, your face is a wreck. Blocked.”

{37, ever been with an older woman? Your lewd tits seem too much for young guys to handle lol]

“Are you already senile? Blocked.”

{I’m a high school student, but I really want it ㅠ Can you just let me do it once?]

“Get lost. Blocked.”

{We’re newlyweds, do you think about having an affair? Seems like you’re really pent up, I’ll really satisfy you~]

{Your pussy looks so~ tempting. Can’t you show it just once?]

{26, athletic guy here. Confident. Just once. Give me a chance.]

“Blocked, damn it, blocked. Blocked!!”

I underestimated.

Is my body too provocative, or are there just crazy bastards controlled by their dicks overflowing?

Really trashy guys bombarded me with messages non-stop, making my phone feel like it’s about to explode.

From kids who can’t even spell correctly, to mentally unstable weirdos, young horny bastards, old dickheads.

Did I think wrong? Is this not the right way?

No, no matter how much I think about it, finding someone like this is faster than meeting them one by one in person.

With faith, stubbornly continuing to upload photos and receive messages.

After almost a whole day of blocking, a strange person… reached out to me.

[Photo]

{Well, since you haven’t revealed your face either, I’ll only reveal half of mine.]

I’m more interested in that than sex, isn’t the interior design cool? Is my taste a bit unique? Tough.

Certainly… the tone and atmosphere of the sentences are a bit different from others.

Experienced, full of leisurely words, and a demeanor that either accommodates or doesn’t accommodate my demands.

In the photo, you can see half of the muscles and neck that look good in a blue button-up shirt, and a jawline that seems to be able to captivate women even without showing everything.

I have a feeling that we have similar tastes, as if I’ve met someone with matching values.

Like someone easy to talk to, a style that I would normally reject, but in my current state as a woman, it’s actually easier to talk to…

Interesting.

He gives off a vibe similar to mine.

I have a hunch that he’s quite decent.

Moderately good-looking, relaxed, confident, good at communicating, not overly stubborn.

If I were to call it a talent, I excel at understanding the other person through their words.

As a result, I can quickly figure out what the other person wants, making it difficult for them to take control of the conversation.

Naturally, to me, someone who can be easily led around appears intellectually inferior and someone who can be led around moderately but uninterestingly.

To me, the fact that the other person is reaching out with a probing stick that doesn’t seem to be trying to understand me means that they are an interesting conversational partner.

It seems like you don’t want to have sex, but you have to.

Is it a bet or your boyfriend’s preference… hmm, no. Asking about that won’t do any good. But if it’s your body, it shouldn’t be difficult to find a partner.

It’s comfortable for someone whose mind works quickly and who is skilled at reading the flow of conversation.

Knowing that asking further would only lead to negative outcomes, he changes the subject entirely.

Among them, I caught a “catchy” topic and spun the story around it.

There seem to be quite a few people with such preferences, huh? You seem to know well, so it must be comfortable for you.

Boyfriend’s preference? Ridiculous. If it were me, I wouldn’t allow someone else to touch this body.

Don’t meddle in other people’s business, and well… my boyfriend wants me to be with other men. He wants to experience as much as possible. Do you know what that preference is?

Well, I do like that kind of thing. But if that’s what you want, it’ll be hard to find by posting like this. You’ll have to search for it yourself.

Ugh, so annoying…

Until he blatantly asks for it first, he’ll pretend to be clueless. He’s already read my intentions as a ‘woman’ and is pretending not to know anything.

Don’t be annoying. It’s annoying.

Seems like several have already come running, or are they still coming?

Just take down the post, block all messages. Then send personal messages to those men with such preferences, since your boyfriend wants it, do as you please.

The attitude of not caring even if he gets blocked as well. That’s what you call being laid-back.

Revealing that they understand what is being discussed and that they don’t necessarily have to do it themselves.

The losers are too afraid of missing out on the lady that they never engage in certain behaviors.

Although it’s uncertain whether it’s a win, it’s definitely not a loss.

“Don’t make it a hassle, okay?”

“Hmm… What do you want?”

“Yeah, let’s not beat around the bush and just say it.”

Fortunately, it seems like communication is better than expected.

Perhaps realizing that subtly observing from the sidelines won’t help, the other party started speaking more openly.

“I noticed something awkward in the photos, but since it’s your boyfriend’s taste, I understand. I only know that this is provocative, but even taking the photo seems awkward, like you’re trying to cover up important parts.”

“It’s just that your body is so provocative that I sent the message, but it’s not like there’s no sex appeal. It’s just that you seem provocative but inexperienced, so it sparks a desire to conquer.”

“But let me tell you, it’s probably different from your boyfriend, right? This kind of taste itself implies a lack of confidence in sex. Do you want to see your girlfriend being pleasured by another man because you can’t do it yourself? You’ll have to settle for that.”

“Ease up on talking about your boyfriend, okay?”

“Haha, sorry sorry, well, in short, I’m saying, are you okay with me possibly ruining things?”

“Photos?”

“Ugh…?”

Suddenly, a photo was sent.

Not a photo filled with things, but rather a distant shot.

It’s a really roughly taken photo, not meant to make oneself look bigger than they are.

A large object, not as big as the original me, but for some reason, the size is discernible.

I don’t understand.

How is this possible? Just looking at it makes my stomach twist and flutter.

Probably, holding it with my small hand and still having some length left.

And thickness.

My mind is going haywire.

My eyes slightly widen, and the back of my throat flutters.

Gulp.

“Why did you suddenly send a photo?”

“Just think about it beforehand. If you’re too different from your boyfriend, I might not recommend it.”

“You don’t have much experience with men, right? It shows in your actions and speech, but women are more sensitive to stimulation in deeper places than you think.”

“If your pelvis is your size, it might be too small and narrow to fit in and might not hurt or be uncomfortable. It’s hard to imagine, but it could really break, not just a metaphorical expression.”

“You might end up less satisfied with your boyfriend.”

I understand well.

I know better than anyone. It’s natural that I have no experience with men, but I was the one who gave such experiences.

No, I know that it feels good.

And if I’m not in heat right now, it won’t be that intense.

So, for me right now, this is actually a good thing.

Feeling more inside will lower the urge quickly and release the heat, and this guy seems to be good at sex.

“So?”

“If you’re okay, then tell me the date. I’ll be off for about 3 days starting tomorrow, so keep that in mind.”

So, this… isn’t sex.

It’s simply seeking a biological dildo to relieve heat.

It’s close to masturbation.

Because the dildo doesn’t satisfy the urge, it’s inevitable.

“I have a few conditions.”

“Let me hear them, as long as they’re not too strange. It seems like your boyfriend has that kind of taste, wanting to film it.”

“That… we’ll talk about it later.”

“Sigh….”

Feeling suffocated.

An unbearable sigh escapes long.

…This is just trying to find a human dildo to masturbate with.

[Tomorrow, Gangnam Station Exit 7]