Beauty can be a curse.

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Hmph! I don't want to depend on him for survival. So, I didn't tell him that school let out early tonight, lest he
think I can't live without him and fuel his chauvinistic arrogance. Surely I can walk home by myself?

I walked along, keeping an eye out for anything around me. Just when I thought nothing was going to happen,
I heard . As I turned to look, a strong, thick hand suddenly grabbed my neck, and
another hand covered my mouth.

Breathing became difficult, so I grabbed his arms, but the person behind me was incredibly strong. Not only could I not pull
his hands away, but he also forcibly dragged me into the roadside bushes.

I was dragged for over a hundred meters in the bushes before being pushed to the ground. I hurriedly turned around, and standing in
front of me was a muscular man.

"You…" I had never experienced anything like this before; my throat was dry with nervousness, and I couldn't even speak.

He squatted down beside me, took out a small knife from his waistband, and brandished it in front of me. I became even more terrified, and my whole body
went limp .

"Hey, I've been waiting for you. Who's the man who walks you home every night? Is it your husband?" I hadn't expected to be watched
so early .

I nodded, and he continued, "Huh? Didn't your husband pick you up tonight? And you seem to be
home a little earlier than usual."

I thought for a moment, then told him I was leaving work early tonight, and then took the opportunity to bluff him, telling him my husband
was waiting for me at the building entrance, and if I didn't hurry home, he would come looking for me.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't scared at all; instead, he said, "Okay, let him see how his wife
makes love ."

"No!" I immediately protested loudly.

"If you don't want anyone to see, then don't make a scene," he lightly tapped my cheek with the knife. "But
even if you scream, no one will hear you. If you behave, this will be our balcony for making love.
If you act recklessly, I guarantee this will be your final resting place."

"No...please..."

"I've been waiting for you to come home every night for a whole month. If I hadn't gone downstairs to buy supper tonight, I don't know
how much longer I would have waited! Do you think I would give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Heh..."

Hearing his words and seeing his lewd grin, I knew what was about to happen. I cried
out , not knowing what to do, just shaking my head and saying "no."

He took out a rope, tied my hands, and then shifted his attention to my lower body.

My high heels were taken off, and he touched my toes to my heels. In my panic, I actually felt
a slight excitement.

Oh no! My feet and toes are my sensitive areas. My husband thinks they're dirty and has never explored these
erotic spots, so now I can't even withstand the slightest teasing.

Thankfully, he stopped quickly. No! I shouldn't say "thankfully," because something worse was about to
happen . He was going to get his hands on my genitals; he wanted to lift my skirt. I twisted my lower body to try and avoid him, but he sat on
my lower abdomen, making me unable to move.

"Let me go! Let me go! What do you want to do!" I could only pound my fists on his back, but my skirt
was still lifted, and I could feel his hand going inside my pantyhose. He rolled my pantyhose down, and I felt
a chill on my thighs.

When I thought he was going to take off my underwear, I closed my legs, which only made it easier for him, allowing him
to easily roll down my pantyhose from my thighs to my calves, from my calves to my ankles and toes, until it was completely off.

My underwear, and my two long, beautiful legs that I was so proud of, were exposed without any cover to a strange man
. I had absolutely no face left. I desperately wanted to disappear into the ground, but I couldn't even turn around. All I could do was close my eyes and
cover my face with my hands.

Suddenly, the pressure in my lower abdomen lessened. Curious, I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. There he was
, back in his original position, holding my feet in his hands and gently kissing them.

Being touched through my stockings was already unbearable, but now, being kissed naked—no, not just
kissed, but he also stuck out his tongue and licked
the soles of my feet, making me feel both ticklish and aroused. I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them firmly, even sucking on my toes. While sucking, he also
probed between my toes with his tongue.

I became increasingly excited. Although my reason resisted, it ultimately succumbed to the sensations of my body. My
body suddenly trembled uncontrollably. I knew something was wrong, but it was too late.

I had reached orgasm under the pervert's teasing. This climax was
different ; I'd never felt it before. My husband would never give me this kind of stimulation. Only a perverted man would
kiss my feet, lick my soles, and suck my toes without a care for dirt.

But when I thought about how this man in front of me was a pervert, my heart turned cold. Yes, my body
experienced unprecedented pleasure, but this pleasure also brought me unprecedented shame.

"Feeling great, huh?"

"No! Don't lie!"

"You can't fool me. Your reaction just now betrayed you." He chuckled. I felt he was mocking me.

"No! I didn't! How could I do this to a pervert like you... Hey, what do you want to do..." He suddenly
reached under my skirt.

"Nothing, just wanted to touch you down there to see if you're wet, to see if you're lying."

Hearing him say that, I realized my genitals were indeed very wet. How embarrassing! I even lost my vaginal fluid
. No matter how intense our sex life was, my body never reacted like this before… Feeling

secretly ashamed, I forgot what I was about to do until his hand touched my underwear. I recoiled as
if .

“No…” Realizing I was wet, I felt guilty, and my voice became weak.

“Don’t move, I haven’t figured it out yet!”

“No… okay, okay… you don’t need to touch me, I admit it…” As long as he didn’t touch me again
, I didn’t care what I said.

“Heh… admit what?” He smiled victoriously.

“I…” Although I was determined to go all out, I swallowed the words back.

“You admit you’re wet?”

“Yes…” I lowered my head in shame.

"You did have an orgasm just now, didn't you?"

"Mmm..." I responded unconsciously.

"But I'm a perverted lecher, and you actually had an orgasm too... Heh... You're so lewd..."

Of course you're a pervert! Not only did you defile my body, but you're also torturing me mentally.

"How can you be so lewd, do you even respect your husband? Heh!"

Husband? I almost forgot my husband existed. Right, husband, come save me! I peeked at my
watch; it was 9:50. I felt utterly hopeless. He didn't know I was leaving work early tonight and would
definitely wait until 10:30 (my usual time to leave work) before coming downstairs...

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been so temperamental... Overwhelmed with shame and anger, I don't know where I got the courage , but
I roared at that lecherous man: "You damned pervert, why are you treating me like this? I haven't done anything wrong to you
!"

He was stunned for a moment when he saw how fierce I was, but quickly regained his lewd expression: "You haven't
done anything wrong to me? Yes! You're too beautiful. Ever since I first saw you, I've thought about you every day, and
I've been secretly watching you from a distance every night. Don't you know how hard it is for me?"

Hearing his twisted logic, I deflated again and ignored him. Seeing that I didn't react, he actually wanted to
take it a step further .

When I saw him take off his pants, I asked him in a panic: "You... what do you want to do..."

"Hehe... I made you feel good just now, now it's your turn to make me feel good..." He quickly
took off jeans and underwear, revealing his erect penis.

"Wow!" Although I'd seen male genitalia before, seeing the same thing on a strange man
made me feel disgusted. I was so frightened that I covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him.

He pulled my hands away, and I saw his penis was already in front of me. I wanted to close my eyes, but he
threatened me : "Don't close your eyes! Is my penis ugly? Look carefully, or I'll gouge your eyes
out!"

I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the thick penis, which reminded me of my husband's penis. At first glance...
Seeing me in a daze, he assumed I was admiring his member and asked, "How is it?
Much bigger and thicker than your husband's, right? Let me tell you, my technique is amazing too, want to try it?"

"No! Don't rape me! Please... I'll give you money... you can find some prettier
girls than me, I... I have tens of thousands of dollars in my wallet... all of it to you... and a debit card..."

"Hmph, giving me money won't help, my penis has contracted an STD, even prostitutes won't do business with me, so I'll have
to trouble you, madam, to help me release this pent-up urge."

The stench of rotting flesh filled the air.

(Ugh...) As the nauseating stench assaulted my senses, I suddenly thought of a way to survive.

"Wait... if you need to release this urge... I can use my mouth... but please don't rape me..."

I had never done this for a man before (including my husband), because I felt it was both
dirty and unnatural, especially since this pervert's penis had contracted some strange disease, and having to suck his
member made me even more nauseous. But this was better than him raping me, at least I wouldn't get infected with STDs (
that's what I thought at the time, I later learned that some STDs can be transmitted orally), and I wouldn't get pregnant from the rape.

The pervert thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, I've never tried it before..." I was secretly pleased, but
he immediately threatened me: "But you really have to satisfy me, otherwise I'll have sex with you, understand
?"

I was a little worried, it was my first time doing something like this, and I didn't know if I could do it, but under the circumstances
, I could only nod.

He told me to open my mouth and put his penis into my mouth, but what was next? I had no idea.

"Why did you stop? Haven't you ever done this before?"

Of course I hadn't, I wouldn't do such a dirty thing if it weren't to maintain my innocence. But my
mouth was gagged, so I couldn't speak, I could only nod.

"Then I'll kindly teach you a lesson. When you get home, do it for your husband, and I guarantee he'll be thrilled. What do you say
?"

I had no right to say "no," so I could only nod politely.

He wanted me to suck his penis. Besides the stench, my tongue also tasted the salty and
fishy smell of his penis.

"Very good. Now you have to lick it with your tongue."
...

As he exerted force with his tongue, some of his penis fell onto my tongue. I couldn't be sure what it was—
perhaps sweat, or maybe dead skin from a scabbed wound...but it didn't matter. With each swallow,
it all went down into my stomach.

As I grew increasingly uncomfortable, the pervert became more and more excited. He continued thrusting my head in and
out of my mouth, his penis moving in and out. Several times, his force was too great, his penis penetrating too deeply, the tip of his glans
touching my throat, almost making me vomit. Thankfully, before I could bear it any longer, his penis ejaculated a large amount
of semen .

(Finally, he achieved his goal...) I was overjoyed, but I didn't relax. To avoid displeasing him, I
swallowed all the semen, not daring to let a single drop spill from my mouth.

After his orgasm, he let out a satisfied laugh, then pulled his pants back up and left.

This was such a terrifying experience; although it's over, I still couldn't help but burst into tears.

After venting my emotions a bit, I suddenly realized the time and quickly checked my watch—it was already 10:20
.

I spat, trying to get rid of the saliva still in my mouth, and wiped my lips with a tissue. I kept wiping
, almost rubbing my skin

raw. (I'll have to rinse my mouth with mouthwash when I get home.) Then I tried to put my pantyhose back on, but they were rolled up
like two persimmons. I didn't have time to fix it, so I just put my high heels back on barefoot.

(My husband probably won't notice I'm not wearing pantyhose, right? I can just lie and say they're torn.)

Having come up with an excuse, I went back to the station to wait for my husband. I pretended I had just gotten off the train, and after a while, my husband arrived.
But on our way home, I accidentally twisted my ankle. It was because my feet were still covered in that man's
saliva and
twisted my ankle.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't walk anymore, so I begged my husband to carry me home. When he carried me on his back, his annoying
chauvinistic attitude kicked in again: "Look how useless you are. Without your husband, you would be sitting on the street until dawn."

I was very indignant. If I hadn't been quick-witted, his wife would not only have been raped by someone, but she would have also contracted
a sexually transmitted disease!

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