Prologue
“I’m sorry … I’m not good if I don’t handle things …”
“……Huh?”
…
A year has passed with my girlfriend. She belonged to the same literary astronomical circle at the same university and had the same part-time job as she had many contacts.
She was a beautiful girl with half the eyes of people who passed each other as she walked around the city. The gorgeous semi-long black hair and bangs are beautifully cut, and the young baby-faced face, which has a crisp big eyes, is really cute. It’s petite and the movement is small animal tic … It ’s like an angel. However, the body is the opposite and it is quite full. The owner of huge breasts that has grown to the full limit for a smaller body. It looks soft everywhere. I only know her as a beautiful girl with the word “Lori Big Tits”.
I attacked her who was my favorite strike. I appealed, pushed and pushed. I paid attention to the appearance and clothes I had never considered before, read fashion magazines, tried my best. Thanks to that, last Christmas. Under the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, I was able to get her OK with some words of her confession that she did not worry for a month.
The life after that was really smooth sailing. Life with her for the first time. All of my casual everyday life was colored. Whether you’re holding hands for the first time, entering each other’s room for the first time, the first date, or the first kiss. … even during the first night. Although there were some failures, we were able to make each other the best memories. Now, the part that failed is turned into a laughing story.
Such wonderful days continued, and the autumn wind came to feel cold. After a date, it was the night when I fell asleep deeply in love with each other on my bed.
I was awakened by the shaking of bed and her nasty voice.
“Ah … nh … ♡ nh … hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ♡”
I was shocked. Because she should have loved her before, she comforts herself. Quite intensely, while breathtaking. I couldn’t believe this because I was not satisfied with my actions.
Call out carefully so as not to be surprised. The moment she was called out, she turned her body and turned around with a crying face.
I managed to comfort her with a sad face that seemed to cry, but I came back and found out why.
“I’m sorry … I’m not good if I don’t handle things …”
She told me, who was finally crying, to me who was upset. The result of connecting words that were interrupted by crying was a series of shocking facts with the greatest power of life.
An acquainted girl who grew up from an early age, she grew up better than others. It was the beginning of hell that she, who began to grow bigger than anyone else in her school year, was caught in the eyes of a bad group that was famous in the neighborhood. Somehow the bad guys who knew her were somehow sexually assaulted her. I couldn’t tell you the details, but a myriad of unimaginable acts might have attacked her. I don’t know if the means were clever or just the bad guys were used to such a devilish work. Maybe the parents of the bad guys were powerful people. All I can tell is that no one was able to know that the act was done, and that herself was recorded and threatened with photos and videos.
“If you hit me, everything will go on the internet.”
When I was told that, I had no choice but to follow. Over the years, she was used as a tool for their sexual processing. He was called anywhere, anytime, deceived, and treated like a terrible thing.
I don’t know if it’s fortunate enough, but the bad guys seemed to have been involved in various other crimes and were caught by the police several years ago. Several years of hell records were also deleted. Some of it was washed away by the sea of the net, but no information that could connect with her was leaked.
But when everything was resolved, she had an irreversible change.
Her body, which was committed every day and used strange drugs, was trained to a body that could only be felt as an act with them. Perhaps because the body and brain, which have been treated like things since the first time, have misunderstood that sexual activity is such a thing, she says.
Furthermore, her body, which was called almost every day, had become irritated and awkward if it did not climax many times every day.
The act with me was very happy, but I didn’t feel any pleasure.
The body that aches from the fire cannot be comforted. The usual masturbation that I can do at home was when I slept with me secretly while I was sleeping.
I was stunned by the shock that I couldn’t compare with the shock. My head was pure white.
I noticed that I was in the morning. She is not next to her and is tired and sleeps, or she has her eyes swollen in red.
What are you going to do now?
She said it was dirty, but I don’t think it was dirty. It was certainly a shock, but love for her certainly exists in this chest.
But I can comfort her heart but not her body. You can’t treat her beloved as a thing, and even handle it like that.
I worried, worried, worried.
After she woke up, she was able to recover with all her love words. However, the root has not been solved.
I tried all means at a later date. I tried aphrodisiacs, made my heart a demon, and even tried to force her off. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it.
Happo is hungry. Fukurokoji.
There was no answer.
…
I received a notification for me. It seems that the answer was what I tried to write in an adult question posting version on the Internet, blurring the details at the source.
“……… !!!!!!”
…… Honestly, I did not think. But it didn’t allow my heart. I didn’t know what would happen if I did that. was scary. I didn’t like it.
What was written is that if you are not good, you can ask others to do it.
In other words, it was a slogan, “Cuckold Play”.
I worried about it again. If she is raped as a thing many times every day and does not culminate, her body is sore. I was able to recover my heart with love. However, the heart is pulled by the body. Can I say that I would never ask for another if I had such a situation? Currently, we are already dealing with masturbation.
And I can’t say that there will be no tragedy like this again. What if she got away because of that?
I can’t think of a life without her.
――― Then, in a situation where you can control, have someone commit her in front of you.
I decided to visit her house. Talk about my decision and how. As a method, I want to ask a professional on that road. However, this is a short-term method. The long-term way is for me to gradually get used to handling her things. However, since this is less hopeful, it may be better to make it a back business that lends her over the net little by little.
Anyway, she decides how. I explained all of these things and talked about the disadvantages associated with them-it costs money for professionals and information leaks for back business. I decided to ask professionals for both short and long term.
As a result of investigating on the net, there was a person with a good reputation that made that kind of business a living, so I saved a little money, asked her to check at Koshinsho, showed the result to her, and talked to them and asked them . As a result of exchanging emails with the person, I met directly on Saturday to discuss the details and then contracted.
Netoru C&P-MTL 