Heroine Netori

Kim Nayeon loved reading books. Unlike her timid and passive self, the characters in the books were lively and always engaged in actions she herself could not undertake, which allowed her to experience vicarious satisfaction through them. Thus, she read books of any genre whenever she had time. It was inevitable, then, that she would venture into erotic novels.

At her young age, the shocking unions of men and women, always censored obscene words, and the lascivious dialogues that were too embarrassing to repeat... Although her mind told her she shouldn't read any further, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Are you reading again today, Nayeon? As expected, you're such a model student," her mother said upon seeing her engrossed in a book.

The irony of being praised while reading an erotic novel, the fear of being caught, the content of the book—all these mixed feelings excited her. From that day on, she read erotic novels every day in the living room, in front of her parents. She had become thoroughly addicted to the act.

However, it didn't stop there. As she continued to read such books, she began to desire the acts described within them. She wanted to be touched like the women in the stories, to be devoured like them, to be taken like them... Gradually, she started fantasizing about having sex.

Once she started fantasizing, the intensity of her fantasies increased. Simple sex no longer excited her. She sought out more provocative novels and engaged in more extreme fantasies.

Being touched by a stranger, being stripped in public places, being dragged around like a dog, being raped in front of everyone... Although each thought gave her chills, she liked it. She had become a lascivious girl.

She got a boyfriend to address her unusual sexual desires. The real thought of being molested or raped was terrifying. However, she thought she could engage in such 'play,' which is why she accepted her boyfriend's confession.

However, contrary to her expectations, her boyfriend was too innocent, and no matter how much she hinted, he did not pounce on her. She was disappointed, but performing her fantasy of being molested in front of her boyfriend felt even better than usual.

But one day, a man who truly acted out her fantasy of molestation appeared.

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To cut to the chase, her fantasy was a huge misunderstanding. Being molested felt surprisingly good, and even a slight touch from him seemed like it might make her climax.

When the man put his hand inside her panties and touched her, her mind spun, and when his fingers entered, she nearly lost consciousness. She felt like she might lose herself to the overwhelming pleasure. She tried to resist, but he didn't seem to hear and kept stimulating her. Just as she was about to climax, he withdrew his hand.

Unsatisfied, she turned her head and, surprisingly, the molester was more attractive than she expected, even more so than her boyfriend. She wanted to continue, but she could only nod when he said he would come again tomorrow.

She walked to the bathroom with her aroused body and fantasized about being raped right there.

She was late for school.

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He appeared again the next day. His handsome face made her heart flutter. She wondered why such a good-looking man would do such things, but she couldn't understand it. She simply turned her body to make it easier to be molested.

Naturally, her pussy was wet, and sensing that, his fingers smoothly slid inside her. Whether he was just scratching the right spots or it felt good wherever he touched, the pleasure was entirely different from masturbating, and she moaned.

But it was slightly lacking. Just a bit harder… just a bit deeper… She thought it would be great if he could drive her crazy as she unconsciously grabbed his arm and shook her hips.

However, she didn't climax this time either. Just before she could, he withdrew his hand again. Seemingly angry, he roughly pulled off her panties. Her buttocks and pussy were exposed in the crowded subway.

As she tried to pull up her panties draped over her knees, he demanded she take them off herself. Saying she'd go without panties for a day and he would let her go the next day, she had no choice but to comply.

She slowly crouched down and carefully removed her panties. The excitement of feeling like everyone in the subway was watching her was chilling. As she didn't know what to do with the trembling, he lifted his foot and touched her pussy.

Unable to withstand the thrilling sensation, she fell to the floor, and her skirt flipped up. As she tried to quickly get up, she fell again, burying her face in the man's crotch.

She felt his penis on her face. The erotic smell from his penis was potent, and saliva naturally pooled in her mouth. His erect penis was bigger than her face and very hard—a size and sensation different from her fantasies. And somehow, it felt good. Without realizing, she stuck out her tongue and licked his groin.

Shocked by the strange taste, she got up and handed him her soaked panties. Unable to lift her head due to the damp sensation of her panties, she entered the bathroom that day too.

And she was late for school again.

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During the time she went without panties, Nayeon thought she was going insane. It felt like everyone noticed, and it seemed like everyone was looking at her pussy. Fantasizing about herself as an object of spectacle, her chair continued to dampen.

Each break, she rushed to the bathroom. There, she masturbated, imagining the man who had come to her school to rape her, and only then could she slightly calm her arousal.

Her boyfriend found her behavior strange and worried, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. If it had been the Nayeon of a few days ago, she might have subtly lifted her skirt to tempt him. But now, such thoughts didn't even occur to her. Her mind was consumed entirely by that man.

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The next day, Nayeon waited for him in the same spot, daringly without panties. Already intensely aroused, her arousal trickled down her thighs.

This time, she had preemptively turned around. She was embarrassed to show him the eager, thrilled expression on her face when she saw him. As she waited, the man finally arrived. His touch on her buttocks was different from usual, awkward and clumsy.

The fingers were not the gentle ones she knew, but rough and coarse. Far from being pleasurable, it felt unpleasant. His grip was strong and painful, as if he was squeezing juice from fruit.

"Ow... it hurts..."

She voiced her pain in a small cry, but the man seemed to enjoy it. He gripped harder and spoke.

"Hehehe... I heard there was a perverted bitch around this time? This horny bitch is enjoying it!"

Her mind went blank. The man touching her now wasn't the same man from before. Suspecting something was wrong, she turned her head, and indeed, it was a completely different man. He looked like a homeless person.

It was revolting. Horrifying. The disgusting touch made her feel like vomiting.

As she tried to resist, another man appeared, also appearing to be a homeless person. He reeked and grabbed her arm with his dirty hand. Another homeless man appeared on the other side, trying to strip her as she couldn't resist.

"No, I don't want this!"

She cried and sought help, but everyone just watched.

Indeed, her fantasies had been a huge mistake. Reality was more terrible than fantasy. Being molested felt so awful she thought she might kill herself after just a little touch.

"Help... please help me..."@@novelbin@@

Ironically, in the midst of being molested, the man she thought of was the man who had molested her before.

'Please...'

She felt like she could give everything to him... but being handled by these other men was worse than death.

"Are these fucking bastards not going to fuck off?"

Just then, he appeared. The man from her fantasies.