One liter of semen (complete)

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Author: joanne_nam
Reprinted from: Ellie
During the rush hour after work, I squeezed into the sardine-packed train carriage as usual.
Everyone inside was shoulder to shoulder, barely able to move. Although I wasn't one of those rushing home from work or
school, I deliberately squeezed into the crowd at this moment.
You guessed it! I'm actually a "train pervert," the kind of lecher who takes advantage of the busy carriage
to grope and grope pretty girls, indulging in some lewd behavior. A beautiful woman's warm,
soft buttocks are much more attractive than a cold, hard handrail, aren't they?
Today I was really lucky; I actually encountered a charming, beautiful young office lady in the carriage, with delicate features that made
my heart flutter. She was petite, with long, flowing hair covering a youthful face; she must have just
graduated from school! She was like a budding flower, yet she dressed maturely, wearing a black work suit with
a thin, pure white blouse underneath. Her large, high
breasts were barely concealed by her tight black bra. She wore a short black mini-skirt that barely covered her buttocks, so short it was almost
sinister. Her long legs were tightly encased in semi-transparent black stockings, and she wore
high-heeled boots.
I thought to myself: Knowing how crowded the train carriages are during rush hour, how dare this young office lady dress so provocatively?
Has she never been harassed by a pervert? Or is she, in the throes of first love, deliberately attracting attention, hoping to be
touched by a handsome man? Is this naive young woman "a newborn calf unafraid of tigers," or "a lamb sent to the slaughter"
? Alright, let me do a good deed today and teach this "big-breasted, brainless" little girl
a valuable lesson in the world of relationships—the consequences of a beautiful girl in a miniskirt and stockings squeezing onto a
busy train full of hungry wolves and perverts!
I slowly moved my body inch by inch toward the little office lady, finally standing directly behind her. I pretended to stumble and lightly
swept the back of my hand across her soft buttocks from top to bottom. Ha! She didn't react at all. I simply pressed my palm firmly
against her buttocks and then, following the swaying of the carriage, stroked the two mounds of flesh on her buttocks from side to side. She reacted! I saw
her lower her head, looking a little shy, as if afraid of being discovered by others that I was taking advantage of her.
The more afraid she was, the more excited I became. Impatient, I couldn't help but pinch her plump buttocks. Wow!
As expected of a young girl, her buttocks were very elastic. I kept pinching her
round buttocks on both sides, like playing a video game. Perhaps I was a little too rough, and I think I made the young lady's buttocks hurt a bit. I saw
her bite her lip hard to keep from crying out in pain and attracting attention.
Since I was being so brazen, and she didn't dare to call for help, I had no reason not to push my luck! I simply
reached inside her mini black skirt and, through her slippery stockings, gently caressed her secret little triangle. The
moment my hand touched her vulva, the young lady trembled in fright. As my middle finger
rubbed and kneaded her soft, concave area, she probably learned an important lesson: she wouldn't resist and
would only let this lecherous man take advantage of her.
Unfortunately, her flushed face told me that she was too cowardly to ask for help. Yes!
How could a virgin let everyone around her know that her private parts were being wantonly
violated by a strange man? It would be so shameful to make this public!
So she tried to push my strong hands away with her weak hands. But she was so scared that her
hands were trembling. How could those powerless little hands stop my strong hands from continuing their assault?
Little OL probably didn't expect that her way of "resisting" would end up being worse than not resisting at all. Because
her behavior made me, with my experience, realize that she couldn't actually resist. [To really deal with a pervert like me,
one shouldn't be shy and should shout "Indecent assault" to attract the attention of other passengers and get help.] So I went even further,
reaching both hands under her skirt at the same time, first tearing open the stockings near her vulva, then pulling down her panties,
parting her thick pubic hair, and "going straight for the heart of the matter" with my fingers.
To my utter surprise, Little OL's vulva was already completely wet! What a "close-knit girl pretending to be virtuous"!
I never expected that after just a short while of my caresses, she would be so soaking wet down there! This
little slut, pretending to be shy and silent! It seems her silence is actually a way of silently
enjoying my caresses, hoping my hands will provide further stimulation!
Just then, the train pulled into the station, and the pretty little office lady suddenly broke free from my grasp and rushed towards the door.
How could I easily give up this piece of meat that's already in my mouth? So I immediately
followed closely behind the coy little office lady, waiting for an opportunity to properly "serve" her little sister.
* * * * *
After walking for more than ten minutes, the little office lady actually went into a dilapidated temple. How strange, why don't I usually
see temples here? Although the dilapidated temple made me a little uneasy, with a vague
feeling of falling into a trap, I was burning with lust and couldn't care less. Anyway, now that my prey had gone in, I, the hunter,
naturally followed.
Besides, this dilapidated temple isn't bad. It's a secluded place, and after all the temptations I've encountered on the train
, I've been itching to have some wicked thoughts. Why not take advantage of the situation and have a real fling with this little OL here
?
Thinking this, I saw the little OL standing not far ahead, so I rushed
up behind her, tackled her to the ground, and pinned her down.
The little OL looked at me with terrified eyes and screamed, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Miss, I'm a pervert. Why don't you guess what I want?" I grinned maliciously, feigning playfulness
as I asked her.
Unexpectedly, the little OL smiled back, "Mr. Pervert, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Just as I was stunned and confused, the little OL I had pinned to the ground suddenly
vanished like a wisp of smoke!
"A ghost!" I screamed instinctively, trembling with fear.
"I'm not a ghost, I'm the subway grandpa!" This time it was a male voice.
What? "Subway Grandpa"? I thought to myself, when I was a child, I read those folk tales and only ever heard of
"Earth God." What is "Subway Grandpa"?
"That's right! Three hundred years ago, I was the Earth God of this area. As human society evolved, we gods
also had to keep up with the times, so the celestial realm underwent internal reorganization. Because a subway station was built near my jurisdiction,
the Jade Emperor appointed me as the Subway Grandpa."
What? This strange voice actually knew exactly what I was thinking?
"If you don't even understand 'telepathy,' what kind of god am I? I also know that you idle away your days, never doing any work
. You beast, every day you grope women in the busy subway cars, you're a
'train pervert' who specializes in taking advantage of them, and today you even dared to mess with the handsome guy. This year, I will act on behalf of Heaven and
punish you with 'divine punishment'!" "
Divine punishment?" Before I could even ask what divine punishment meant, I felt my lower body become burning hot. Looking down
, I saw my penis and testicles, like a string of deflated balloons, shrinking and shrinking until they
disappeared from sight.
My hands frantically searched my genitals, hoping I was just seeing things. But my sense of touch told me that
the area that should have been protruding was now completely smooth. Not only my penis and testicles, but even my pubic hair was completely
gone. Was I dreaming? Fearful, terrified, and horrified, I slapped myself
hard twice, but my lower body remained empty!
"Oh my god!!!" My scream echoed throughout the dilapidated temple.
"Hehe! My 'divine punishment' is to castrate you into a eunuch, so that you, this lustful monster, won't
harm other innocent women in the future!"
At that moment, my mind went blank, and I was stunned. I've been castrated? I don't have a penis anymore? Am I destined
to be a eunuch for life?
After the initial shock subsided, I knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Subway Emperor, please forgive me! Please don't blame me
! I won't do it again! Please give me another chance! I promise I'll never offend
any girl again!" I kept kowtowing, at least eight hundred times, my forehead covered in blood, and the ground was also covered in
blood.
Finally, I collapsed and fainted.
When I woke up, I instinctively touched my lower body, and there was still no penis or testicles. In a panic, I
continued to kowtow to the heavens, pleading tearfully, "Uncle Subway, I know I was wrong! I don't want to be a
eunuch without a penis forever! Heaven has a benevolent heart, Uncle Subway, you are a merciful deity, please have
mercy and give me one last chance! As long as you give me back my penis and let me be
a man again, I will definitely reform. I will do anything you ask as compensation!"
As I cried my heart out, that voice appeared again: "To avoid being a eunuch and to get your penis back, you're
really willing to do anything?"
"Of course! Of course!" At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind: I'd rather be a girl than
a eunuch! Being a girl, at least, means being a normal, complete person.
"Become a girl! Great idea! I'll repay you in kind, making you switch places and use your female body
to satisfy a group of men's lust. You'll have different men, regardless of age or appearance, brutally shove their huge penises
into your vagina, anus, and even your mouth. Their semen will
fill every orifice of your body; the excess semen overflowing from your orifices will flow over your
buttocks, face, and even your entire body. I want you to personally experience the pain of being a girl being penetrated by a man,
the sorrow of being a victim of rape. Your only choice is to scream and beg for mercy, or bite your lip and
silently endure with tears in your eyes! Are you willing to do this as atonement for your past acts of molesting girls?"
"Me??? Me???" To become a girl and be violated by other men—such horrifying
treatment was completely unacceptable to me at that moment. However, after much deliberation, the most important thing right now
was to get my penis back from the subway valet and not become a eunuch. So I reluctantly nodded.
The subway valet, who clearly possessed "telepathy," deliberately humiliated me: "I can't hear any response from you. Since you
refuse to be a girl, I won't force you. The 'divine punishment' is over, and I'm leaving."
"Subway valet, please wait! Please wait! If I could really return to being a man,
I'd be willing to become a girl first and be raped by other men." In the past, when I molested girls in the subway car, I often fantasized
about raping them all. Now, I never imagined that my evil deeds would be punished, and I would be
the one being raped by men. Thinking of this, I almost held back my tears as I agreed to the subway valet's
absurd request.
"Okay! I'll turn you into a girl now. If you can
'collect' one liter of semen from different men's big dicks within 49 days, I'll consider you to have successfully atoneed and returned to your
original male form."
One Liter of Semen (2) - First Experience of Female Body Pleasure
* * * * *
"One liter of semen? What do you use to 'collect' one liter of semen?" I asked the subway attendant like an ignorant
elementary school student, asking such a stupid question.
"Of course, you'll 'collect' it using your transformed female body. Any semen a man ejaculates inside any opening in your body
—whether it's your vagina, anus, or even your mouth—counts as
'collected.' However, semen overflowing from the openings doesn't count."
"One liter of semen? How will I know if I've met the target? How many men do I need to ejaculate inside me
to reach that number?"
"I'll give you a 'semen counter' that looks like a watch, automatically recording the total amount of
semen collected."
"What if I can't complete the task within the deadline?"
"Heh! Heh! Heh! Rewards must be accompanied by punishment! If you haven't found one liter
of semen after forty-nine days, you're doomed! Not only will you be forced to remain a woman for life, but you'll also be cursed, and every day..."
"Raped and ravaged by different men!" The subway eunuch's cold laugh seemed to foresee that after my transformation today, I
would never be able to regain my manhood.
"??????" Terrified out of my wits, I was filled with anxiety and uncertainty, unable to speak, only able to open my mouth wide,
my mind conjuring up images of the miserable fate of being constantly ravaged by men after becoming a woman.
"Don't have the confidence to accept the challenge? Then don't joke around with your lifelong happiness! Although you have now
been castrated by me, just looking at your appearance, you still look like a burly man, at most you won't grow a beard anymore
, and your voice will become slightly higher-pitched. Even if you, this 'man,' are just a 'castrated man' in name only,
as long as you don't take off your pants, no one will know that you are a eunuch, or discover the secret that you have no genitals."
Hearing the subway eunuch's words, I couldn't help but sigh. " Being an androgynous eunuch is
worse than being a complete girl! Of course, I mean a sweet and pretty girl with a curvaceous figure
and a lovable personality.
But if you can't find enough men to ejaculate on you after you transform into a girl, you'll spend the rest of your
life as a sex slave to men, destined to spread your legs wide every day and let a bunch of rapists vent their lust, satisfying
the physiological needs of those beasts, just like a public toilet on the street!" The subway eunuch's mockery, instead of making me
hesitate, spurred me to make up my mind to transform into a girl and take a gamble with the subway eunuch.
"Subway Grandpa, turn me into a girl right now! Within forty-nine days, I'll definitely use my female
body to seduce enough men and collect a liter of semen to redeem my penis and my manhood
!"
"Good! Good! You've got guts! You've got ambition!"
Just as the subway grandpa was praising me, I felt my lower body become hot again. I disregarded my shame and
immediately took off my pants. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the smooth area where my penis had been castrated had actually
split open, and two slightly protruding labia had grown, along with clumps of pubic hair growing nearby
.
"It's done! Do you like the little cunt I've given you?"
Usually, when I see nude photos of women's genitals on porn sites, I always fantasize about
finding a real woman's cunt in the real world and touching it to my heart's content. Unexpectedly, now that a real, tangible female
vagina has appeared before my eyes effortlessly, I've experienced this
unbelievable "castration," instantly losing my most precious "lifeblood."
The shock of having my penis replaced by a vagina is so intense that I've lost all interest in this mysterious vagina
, my heart only yearning for my lost penis.
Besides, I've been turned into a woman by the subway granny. Now, without a penis, no matter how much I crave it,
there's no one to "entertain" other women. As a bitch begging for a liter of semen,
I can only submit, suppressing my tears and pain, enduring the nightmare of being repeatedly penetrated and vented by other men's large penises
.
"But, subway attendant, I???" Although I saw my new female genitalia,
it was at least comparable to the pornographic photos I'd seen online; however, when I looked down and examined myself more closely, my little belly, my "fast legs,"
and the rest of my body were still in male form.
"Yes! I should turn your whole body into a woman. A pair of long, smooth, white thighs, a pair of round, big
breasts, a beautiful pretty face, and...??????"
Hearing the subway attendant's description of a woman's appearance, I couldn't help but recall the beautiful office lady I'd met in the train car
and followed all the way to this dilapidated temple. That delicate,
youthful face, veiled by long, flowing hair ; that black business suit, especially the barely visible black bra and
the full breasts hidden beneath; that mini black skirt that barely covered her buttocks; and those long legs tightly encased in semi-
transparent black stockings—all of this once again stirred my heart, making me temporarily forget that I
was a castrated eunuch, without a penis, incapable of having sex.
"Since you're so enamored with that charming young woman in her business suit, I'll imitate her and make you
look exactly like her." Just as I was lost in these fantasies, I suddenly realized that the subway eunuch had used
his "telepathy" to perceive my surging desires.
At the same time, I felt my whole body contracting. Looking down at myself, wow! It was truly a miraculous transformation.
I've transformed myself completely. From head to toe, my face, features, and even
the clothes I'm wearing have all become the image of the beautiful office lady I just dreamed of, the one I planned to rape
.
Seeing my own sexy female body, that incredibly short mini black skirt, and those semi-transparent black
stockings, my brain inexplicably surged with a sexual urge that made my penis hard. However, my physical senses
told me that my penis was no longer there. Thinking of this, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and a profound sense of loss. Forty-nine days
from now, will I truly be able to become a man again?
"Hurry up and find a group of strong men to be intimate with, and enjoy the 'happiness' of being a woman! The happy
days will pass in the blink of an eye. If you haven't collected a liter of semen after forty-nine days,
then don't even think about getting your little penis back! Then, you'll have to clean your little hole thoroughly and prepare
to be a man's sex slave for the rest of your life!"
Find men to be happy with? I think I should be the one giving men happiness!
* * * * *
Back home, living alone, I discovered that the all-powerful subway eunuch was truly considerate. He not only transformed my body
into a woman, but also turned all my clothes and belongings into women's items.
In the wardrobe, I saw a cream-colored, long-sleeved dress with exquisite chiffon ruffles. This
beautifully designed and meticulously tailored dress, with its elegant and superior aristocratic princess image, suddenly drove
me to have an urge to wear it myself.
But after I took off my white shirt and black bra, a pair of huge and firm breasts were reflected in the full-length mirror.
Her firm, white breasts were exposed, completely naked, before my eyes. I stared blankly at my own (or
was it the breasts of that young, beautiful office lady who had captivated me in the carriage?) breasts, the tips of her large breasts adorned with two
tender, luscious nipples, their color clearly untouched by others, a pale pink. Her snow-white peaks swayed slightly
, full, firm, and elastic. Her delicate collarbones and slender waist were
the perfect body of a teenage girl, breathtakingly beautiful.
The slightly lower temperature made my body tremble slightly, and her large breasts swayed back and forth. My female
body exuded a youthful sensuality, like a pitiful, beautiful young girl, constantly stimulating the lingering male memories in my brain
, arousing a beastly lust.
Lost in self-pity, my male mind conjured a fantasy: the alluring female body in the mirror didn't belong to me
, but to the radiant office lady I'd just encountered in the train carriage. My hands roamed
between the two peaks of her breasts, my fingers relentlessly climbing and "conquering" them. Her nipples hardened rapidly, the electric sensation making it
hard to breathe.
A woman's body is truly wondrous; her nipples and her secret orifices seem connected by special nerve threads
. I rolled up her black skirt, pulled down her tight stockings, revealing a cavern already
gushing forth, a torrent of water. My middle finger, tasked with probing the source of the spring, explored its origin.
It wasn't an ordinary spring, but the source of a hot spring. I felt my entire body heat up, and
a tingling, numbing pleasure surged through my brain.
As a man, I never imagined that a woman's small, secret orifice could be a
switch for sexual desire. With just a light touch of my fingertips, a powerful current surged through my nervous system, sending a
tingling, irresistible sensation through my entire body.
My mind raced, unable to resist the urge to succumb to lust, craving the pleasurable temptation. To amplify the energy of this current,
I couldn't help but uncontrollably stroke my own opening with my hands. The current, flowing into my hands,
only intensified the endless itching within, becoming unbearable. Superficially, scratching provided immediate relief
, but it didn't necessarily address the root of the problem. I scratched my genitals, only to find
the itching intensified, yet also the pleasure intensified.
"No, no??? Don't stop???!" My male mind heard my own female body
uttering a near-pleading cry. So I quickly ran my fingers back and forth through the crevice, satisfying
the sexual desires of my little hole.
Just as I was fully enjoying this stimulation that I had never experienced as a man, a stream of warm liquid suddenly
gushed out from the depths of my spring, just like when I used to ejaculate as a man. Is this a woman's orgasm
? Only the feeling of release is a million times more pleasurable than a man's ejaculation!
After experiencing this wondrous and unpredictable aspect of the female body, I actually had such a "terrifying" thought: "It
's so good to be a woman! A woman's orgasm is truly so wonderful! Even if I can't become a man again someday, it's really
not a big deal."
"Don't be silly! Men are the strong ones! Look, in the world, are there more men raping women or women raping men
? Don't be a weakling who can be preyed upon!" My male mindset overcame the female body that was wallowing in pleasurable lust
, reminding myself that I must regain my original masculine identity!
One Liter of Semen (3) – When a Slut Meets a Pervert
I returned once again to the crowded, busy train carriage after work, my eyes still darting around. The difference
was, this time I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, my back trembling. Reflecting on the past, the hunter of yesteryear had become the hunted
, a wanton slut actively seeking out the hunter and offering her beautiful body. Thinking of this, I felt
particularly distressed.
My curvaceous figure, clad in a sexy office lady outfit, especially my smooth, long legs, super-short mini-skirt,
and semi-transparent black stockings, made my rounded hips and slender
, alluring ankles completely exposed to every passenger in the carriage.
My fiery appearance, attracting attention like bees to bee, made even seemingly respectable gentlemen
unable to resist feasting their eyes on me. In fact, my charm not only attracted the attention of many boys
but also drew envious glances from most of the girls in the carriage. Coupled with my deliberately flirtatious mannerisms, like a
seductive woman in heat, I provoked the girls' insatiable jealousy.
Among the crowd of men, I also set my sights on a nerdy guy. He was a typical "train guy"—carrying
a bag, wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The moment he saw me, he ignored everyone else's stares, his eyes glued
to me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. These kinds of nerds usually only know how to play video games, or
hide in their rooms watching anime, or even masturbating while watching porn
. They rarely interact with women, let alone date. Therefore, I was confident that with a little flirting from me, he would be easily hooked.
I squeezed next to the train guy, deliberately softened my body, snuggled closer to him, and offered myself to him. At first, he was
startled by my sudden action and instinctively shrank back. [Coward!] As I moved
closer, he seemed to understand and became somewhat tempted. He hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't resist his lust and
tentatively stroked my firm and elastic buttocks. With my tacit consent, he grew bolder
, his hands beginning to roam over my skirt and knead my thighs clad in black stockings.
After his hands had their fill, he squeezed behind me, brazenly unzipped his pants, and, with boundless lust, pulled
out his hard, warm penis, pressing it tightly against my buttocks and rubbing it up and down with the swaying of the train
. The lecherous man's hands weren't idle either. His left hand continued to caress my black-stockinged thighs,
while his right hand circled my waist and slipped inside my skirt from the front, his fingers trying to penetrate my panties and stockings, attempting to assault my
vagina!
Now, as a woman, my "attacked" vagina reacted accordingly. I not only
felt it become wet, but also itchy. To be precise, I wanted some...
Something entered my vagina, rubbing vigorously and repeatedly going in and out, thoroughly "feeding" it.
The train man didn't disappoint; he slipped his left hand under my skirt, then tore my
stockings with both hands, inserting his entire middle finger into my vagina, pushing it all the way in. He then began to probe
and dig.
Although my vagina was already slippery and wet, I was still a virgin.
The tight vaginal walls were stretched by the train man's middle finger, the pain of my vagina bursting open made me bite my lip,
trembling from the depths of my being.
In the crowded, busy train car packed with over a hundred people, allowing a strange man to reach into my vagina and thrust in and out
, the physical excitement I felt far outweighed the immense shame that my mind held. Oblivious to my surroundings, I began
to moan, my body swaying back and forth with the rhythm of the man's middle finger moving in and out.
Although I was lost in the physical stimulation his fingers were giving me, I wasn't forgetting how to subtly
flirt with him, implying that it shouldn't be his finger inside my vagina, but his penis. Just when I thought
the man was beyond my grasp and I could finally have a real ecstasy with him, he suddenly shivered and
hurriedly turned and rushed towards the door.
Oh my god! He'd arrived at his stop?! Oh no! I touched my skirt, and there was
a large wet patch on my buttocks! Sticky! The man hadn't been able to hold back and had ejaculated my precious semen, which I'd been dreaming of,
onto my mini black skirt! What a waste! His "skirt-exit ejaculation" not only left me
without a single drop of semen, but also ignited my desire, truly whetting my appetite!
My lower paradise had been turned into an open faucet by that train man who left without
a word, unable to be turned off. Love fluid gushed out like a fountain, flowing endlessly, overflowing like a river, turning my little hole into
a swamp. If all of my love fluid could be counted in that liter of semen,
I'd probably reach my goal in no time!
I couldn't resist my body's call, so I quickly went to the nearby restroom to satisfy my
"cravings."
* * * * *
Entering the stall and closing the door, I pulled down my torn stockings and panties, letting my little hole breathe dry air
. I touched my wet panties; they were soaking wet, as if they'd been soaked in water, like a baby who'd wet the bed
. Does this mean I'll have to wear adult diapers every time I go "hunting" perverts?
To keep my pussy dry, I simply took off my stockings and panties, and rolled up my
mini-skirt, which was damp with a small patch of semen, leaving my lower body completely naked. Removing the sticky barrier only highlighted
my unbearable sexual hunger. While searching for a male substitute, I happened to
find a cylindrical comb in my handbag. Its handle could temporarily serve as a man's penis, comforting my empty pussy
.
I carefully inserted the comb handle into my private parts—ouch! No wonder my pussy could
n't adapt immediately; the comb handle was more than twice as thick as the middle finger of the pervert on the train! Fortunately, my vagina was constantly
secreting a lot of lubricating fluid to welcome the comb's "grand arrival." Plus, as I stirred this temporary male organ back and forth and side to side,
the stimulation from the foreign object overwhelmed the pain, making me so excited I couldn't help but moan like a cat in heat.
Just as I was losing my senses, indulging in the unparalleled pleasure of masturbation, the toilet stall door suddenly opened.
Standing outside was a burly, lecherous, and lewd-looking elderly male cleaning worker.
I was terrified and instinctively covered my private parts with my hands, forgetting that half the comb was still inserted in
my vagina.
"Didn't you hear me shouting outside: 'Is anyone in the restroom?'?" Even though it was the cleaning worker
who had trespassed into the women's restroom, he preemptively accused me, loudly berating me for being wrong.
I only regretted that not only were my clothes disheveled, but I also had a "huge penis" attached to my body. So embarrassed and
ashamed, I could only lower my head and remain silent.
"Hey! Did I interrupt your good time? Don't panic, don't panic, let me make it up to you right away!" Perhaps
my appearance with the foreign object inside me was too alluring, or perhaps I looked too weak and powerless to resist, but the old cleaner's
lust was aroused. While verbally "teasing" me, he impatiently began to pull down his own pants.
That's fine. Anyway, I need to collect semen. Even though the cleaner is ugly, as long as he can provide me with precious
semen, I don't mind.
Strangely, after taking off his pants, the cleaner didn't immediately pounce on me, but instead just
played with his own penis.
I looked at the cleaner more closely. His face was flushed, and he was panting heavily, clearly incredibly excited
. But when I looked closer at his penis, it was still limp. Despite his efforts to manipulate it with both hands
, sweating profusely, his penis remained stiff and lifeless.
Ah! I understood! This was the most painful thing for a man—impotence, or sexual dysfunction.
At that moment, he knelt down beside me, who was sitting on the ground,
and reached out to grab the comb that was inserted into my vagina. He forcefully pushed the comb all the way in and began to thrust it back and forth in my vagina. Already burning with desire, I felt 　　the comb hitting my cervix
with each thrust as he suddenly attacked my genitals .
With each thrust, I
felt the comb penetrate my cervix, my vaginal walls contracting
rhythmically with each stroke, my legs involuntarily opening and closing to the comb's beat. My whole body convulsed and trembled as if electrocuted
. The heat within my uterus gave me an unparalleled pleasure, and I let out delicate moans.
The cleaner, seeing me so aroused by the foreign object, my juices flowing freely, also felt
a strong reaction in his penis—though still no thicker than a pinky finger. He was panting, seemingly struggling to breathe,
yet he continued to play with his own penis with his other hand, as if nearing orgasm.
Just as I could no longer bear the torment of the large comb, and all my sexual pleasure was about to explode in an instant, it
suddenly occurred to me that my task was not to enjoy sex, but to collect a liter of semen.
Thinking of this, I disregarded any semblance of feminine modesty and took the initiative to suck the cleaner's penis!
The cleaner cooperated, gently pressing my head against his genitals and pushing and pulling back and forth. As his hands moved
faster and faster, he panted and said, "Fuck your mouth, it feels so fucking good, my cock's about to cum???
Ah??? Ah??? Ah???"
I felt his penis ejaculate a lot of semen. This was the first time I had tasted that sticky, fishy semen
. If the semen overflowing from my vagina wasn't excluded from that liter of semen, I swear
I would have vomited all that foul-smelling filth. Of course, now I could only endure the stench
and swallow it all.
To avoid wasting a single drop of semen, I continued to suck on his penis, swirling my tongue around it,
intending to clean all the semen off the cleaner's penis.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't stand my oral skills. He pushed my head away, saying, "Stop licking, I can't take it
!" Then he hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran away, half-running and half-jumping.
I came to my senses and looked at my "sperm counter"—sigh! After a whole day's work, I only got 2.7 milliliters
. How many more times would I have to be tortured to "earn" the remaining 997.3 milliliters?
I only regretted choosing this path to become a woman; now, there was no chance to go back to being a man
, and I couldn't help but continue trying to seduce men. One liter of
semen [4]—A terrifying experience
of compensated dating. For the next few days,
I continued hunting perverts in the busy train carriages after work. [Or being hunted by perverts?] From morning till night,
I tossed and turned, my little hole touched and groped by countless perverts, yet I failed to hook up
with any of them for a real, ordinary, normal sexual encounter.
Days passed, and my little hole was already swollen and red from being rubbed by all sorts of perverts
. Some bolder perverts, like that "train guy" from last time, not only
reached under my skirt
, but also pulled down my stockings and underwear, directly inserting their fingers into my hole, causing me to
"flow like a river," forcing me to get off the train multiple times to go to the restroom to wipe and clean—even wiping made my fingers
hurt. However, from beginning to end, no one was as "brave" as I was when I was still a pervert,
following the girls outside to further violate them. Unfortunately (and fortunately), despite
my numerous trips to the restroom, I never encountered that
old cleaning lady again—impotent, yet still able to ejaculate into my mouth with his limp penis.
I was frantic with worry; this couldn't go on. Ten more days passed, and my sperm counter
remained at 2.7 milliliters. Where would I find a full liter of semen for the remaining thirty-nine days?
That day, while reading the newspaper, I came across a news report about the local moral decay and the proliferation of "escort girls
." A sudden inspiration struck me: why not become an escort girl myself? Those interested in escort girls
are essentially clients; they naturally want real, intense pleasure. Wouldn't that be "win-win for both sides"
? My clients could satisfy their most primal lusts on me, and I could obtain
the semen from them that would revive my penis, while also "earning" some "flesh money" as a supplement.
I quickly went to a school uniform store and bought a school uniform skirt, specifically a Japanese sailor style, along with
some knee-high white socks, volleyball shorts, and other essential schoolgirl items. After changing into my uniform at home, this
elegant, quiet, and pure-looking girl, seemingly like an angel, deliberately struck a pose that subtly revealed too much skin, like
a devil tempting the world, and took a series of sexy selfies. Afterwards, I uploaded the entire collection of selfies to a famous
"escort website" and left my contact information.
That night, I was already in a short-stay hotel, waiting for my first client.
When the appointed time arrived, and I saw that the person who arrived was a
middle-aged man wearing a shirt and tie, looking refined and polite, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This gentle and refined man probably
wouldn't be too rough with me, right?
He sat down and, surprisingly, took out a box of Japanese sushi, eating it himself while explaining with a smile
, "I got off work late, this is my dinner."
I nodded slightly, indicating I understood. A hearty meal before seeking pleasure—this man is such a glutton.
"Would you like to try some sushi?" He handed me a new pair of chopsticks.
I was a little hungry, so I unceremoniously ate several pieces of sushi, including the most expensive sea urchin and salmon
roe.
After finishing the sushi, the man softly asked, "Would you like to take a shower?"
I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, but after only a few steps, I realized something was wrong. Why did I feel weak in my limbs and
dizzy?
"Are you feeling unwell?" the man asked in a strange tone.
"I feel weak all over, like...?" Before I could finish speaking, I lost my balance and collapsed to the ground
.
"Isn't it better to be powerless? If you don't resist, it won't hurt as much!"
I felt my muscles were completely weak, unable to move, and even my speech was slurred: "You??? It's you???"
"It's me! I added the drug to the sushi!"
"Drug??? Drug? Then you??? Didn't you take it too???"
"Where there's a drug, there's an antidote. Why didn't you ask me for some lemon tea?" He said, toying with
the cardboard drink box in his hand. "Don't worry, little sister! It's just some tranquilizers or something, it's nothing."
"I came here already...prepared for you...why...what...why do you still want
to do this?"
"It's just that I'm afraid you'll change your mind."
"Change your mind? What?"
"Every time a woman sees the look of my manhood, she's terrified and runs away, leaving me
feeling like a hot pan has been doused with cold water, not knowing what to do. After so many failures, I had
no choice but to resort to this despicable tactic. I hope you'll forgive me, young lady!" He spoke with gentle refinement, and you could really tell from his words.
With a hint of apology and utter helplessness, I wondered who he was and what his intentions were.
He probably sensed my confusion, so he straightened up and faced me directly, then slowly
pulled down his pants.
Truly, "appearances can be deceiving." He looked like a frail scholar, but a glance at his "penis" sent
a shiver down my spine—I knew I was in trouble!
It's said that a normal man's penis, when erect, is at most an inch thick, and six inches long is considered medium to large.
His was a full three inches thick and eight inches long—truly, seeing is believing, and it was astounding.
To put it more vividly, it was about the size of a typical elementary or middle school student's pencil case.
Even from a man's perspective, seeing such a massive thing was unbelievable. But now I was a girl,
about to be ravaged by this enormous iron rod. Although I had masturbated with a comb before, and had
been forcibly penetrated by other men with a comb, strictly speaking, I was still a virgin. The size of the comb
was far too different from that of the "pencil box," how could my virgin hole withstand it?
Helplessly, I was now completely powerless and unable to resist, so I could only watch helplessly as the "pencil box man" took off my clothes one by
one. Fortunately, he was a civilized man after all, and his movements were quite gentle and smooth. However, when he took off my
bra and saw my pair of large breasts exposed naked in front of him, he couldn't help but rub them vigorously.
"No???! It hurts??? It hurts so much!" Even my mouth muscles were numb, and I could only desperately utter
single words to beg.
Perhaps I really had been a girl for too long, and my male memories were gradually fading. A major characteristic of men is that
when a woman is violated, the more pitiful and struggling she is, especially if she knows it's futile but foolishly resists in
a desperate act, the more the man's conqueror mentality is aroused. He becomes increasingly excited and his behavior becomes
increasingly brutal, hoping to force the woman in front of him to submit and beg for mercy.
He first kneaded one of my breasts with each hand, teasing my increasingly erect nipples with his fingertips, and the electric shock
sensation returned! Then, the man released one of
my breasts, and just as I was feeling a sense of loss, he took it into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, and gently sucking and nibbling at the nipple. I couldn't resist his repeated teasing, and
my body began to sway involuntarily. Even though I bit my lip, trying to maintain my last shred of dignity as a woman, I
couldn't help but let out soft moans: "Ah??? Hmm???"
The man's free hand didn't dodge, gently stroking my smooth abdomen, caressing around my recessed vulva,
and then exploring my already wet slit.
Although my whole body was numb, I couldn't help but try to twist my body, my legs involuntarily
opening and closing slightly. Anyone who saw this would understand that I was aroused and looking forward to his penetration.
"Don't rush," the man gently applied some slippery lotion to my vulva. "This will reduce
resistance and make it more comfortable." At this moment, my cheeks were flushed, and my rationality had completely collapsed. To escape
the shame, I could only turn my gaze away and no longer look directly at him.
He then tried to widen my vulva with his hand. At first, he gently probed with one finger,
thrusting it back and forth. Of course, after the previous experience with the comb, this was no challenge at all. Next, he used three fingers
, which weren't much thicker than the comb, so it still went in smoothly. And as the wonderful pleasure gradually arose,
my vaginal fluid began to overflow, almost completely submerging his three fingers.
Just when I thought he was ready to insert the "pencil box" into my lower body, he suddenly
closed his five fingers together, forming a cone-shaped fist, and forcefully shoved it into my tender little hole. Although
the drug had reduced most of the pain in my lower body, this sudden "fist penetration" still made me feel as if my
vagina was being torn apart, and I couldn't help but scream.
The "pencil box man" then revealed a smug, victorious smile: "Almost there. I measured it; my
fist should be a little thicker than my penis." As he said this, he didn't forget to try to spread his palm inside my vagina
, hoping to widen it further. At that moment, I fully understood why
women suffer so much during childbirth. Sigh, it's better to be a man, no need to suffer the pain of childbirth! No
wonder wives these days don't want children. If I were a woman, I would never give birth either!
Wait! Aren't I a real woman now? It seems that when having sex with a man, I
shouldn't be daydreaming, I should honestly use my "semen-absorbing technique." Otherwise, if
I haven't stored up a liter of semen by the time my time comes, I might really spend the rest of my life as someone else's devoted wife and mother.
While I was lost in thought, I felt a sharp pain and a burning sensation in my lower body. The "iron pen box" had begun
to penetrate my vagina.
"No??? No! It hurts??? It hurts???"
Amid my cries of agony, the man began to slowly thrust in and out. As my screams grew more pitiful, the man's
thrusts accelerated, and the force of his attack became increasingly fierce.
*Thud?* *Slap? Slap? Slap? Slap slap slap slap slap
* "Ah?? Ah?? I can't hold back!" The man ejaculated his thick, hot fluid deep into my stretched-open
hole, wide enough to fit a beer bottle, and I was in so much pain I almost fainted.
Afterwards, the exhausted man lay on top of me, panting heavily. After a long while, he regained consciousness
and found me lying on the bed, barely alive, unable to move from the pain. He brushed
the loose hair from my forehead, wiped away my sweat, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was too rough. Are you alright?
Did I hurt you a lot?"
His crocodile tears, knowing full well the answer, only fueled my resentment. I thought to myself, why don't I try
forcibly shoving a "pencil box" into your anus and see how you feel then? Are you alright?
Does it hurt?
"I'm so sorry I made you bleed!"
I looked down and saw a trickle of bright red blood on my inner thigh. Was this my virgin blood? Or was it
the blood from my vagina being brutally torn by the pencil case?
I endured the pain in my lower body and took out the sperm counter—the reading was 12.4 milliliters. I endured...
After surviving the ordeal of the "iron pen box," I only received a mere 9.7 milliliters of semen! ?
(1000 - 12.4) / 9.7 =] Are there still 101 "iron pen boxes" waiting to be inserted
into my holes?
One liter of semen [5] -- A bizarre and colorful career of welcoming and sending off clients
. Everything is difficult at the beginning. After my initial experience with clients, I gradually adapted. The
trials of "welcoming and sending off" clients, coupled with my experience with different clients, made me realize that different people have different
tastes. Anyway, I only want "semen," so no matter how absurd or perverse their requests are, as long as
they are willing to ejaculate into my mouth, vagina, or anus, I will comply without hesitation
and am happy to oblige. [However, this also led to complaints from some clients because I didn't allow them to "ejaculate on my face!"] I
simply wrote on my escort website: "Anal sex, oral sex, uniform fetish, penetration, bondage, wax dripping—
all are welcome!" (And I could charge one or two times more, so why not?)
After posting, business really boomed, with a constant stream of customers.
But unexpectedly, the most popular "position" among men was still the most traditional "man on top."
Some clients, even if they tried different positions at first, still
preferred to lie on top of me when they were close to ejaculating, using the man-on-top position to release their pent-up desire.
The second most popular "position" was probably "doggy style." This sexual position is commonly known as the "doggy
style": I kneel on the bed, lower my upper body, stick out my buttocks, and spread my legs wide; the man then grabs my buttocks and
"drives in" from behind.
It's said that guys really enjoy this position because my buttocks are raised high,
allowing them to see my open vulva throughout the entire thrusting process, satisfying their visual enjoyment and
making penetration smoother. The slapping
sounds from the thrusting motions and my buttocks during penetration increase and stimulate their sexual desire and auditory pleasure, further motivating them to "attack" me. Furthermore,
in this position, clients can simultaneously penetrate my vagina and use their hands to caress and pinch my
breasts under my armpits—something impossible in the missionary position. Moreover, this angle completely exposes the woman's private parts
to the men, giving them a sense of conquest.
[Wait, why am I using "it's said"? Aren't I a guy? Or at least I used to
be a guy! How come I unconsciously use "it's said" when writing about men's thoughts?]
Conversely
, in the "doggy style" position, the woman cannot see the man at all, leading
to feelings of oppression, enslavement, and abuse. Therefore, some women dislike this position, viewing it as disrespectful and
insulting. This position also easily evokes images of animalistic
intercourse.
Personally, I enjoy the doggy style because the man's large penis penetrates me deeply and tightly,
feeling incredibly comfortable—much more pleasurable than the missionary position. I think this is because the angle of the penis's erection
is similar to the angle of my vagina, directly stimulating my G-spot and allowing for easier penetration,
leading to faster orgasm.
However, many "old men" like to play "drumming" at the same time while "pushing" with their penises
—this is all because the subway gave me an ass that is too round, too big, and too white, so that some old
men often can't help but slap my ass hard with their hands while they're fucking me. Almost every time their penis enters my hole
, they slap my ass. Because of the physical pain, every time my ass is slapped, I instinctively let out a soft
"ouch"
in pain. But the old men are stimulated by my moans, and they thrust faster and faster into my hole and
slap my ass harder and harder. At that moment, I couldn't tell whether I was a bitch with my ass raised, being fucked wildly by a male
, or a racehorse rushing towards the finish line, being whipped by the jockey. All I know is that, unfortunately, if I encountered these
"riders," my snow-white buttocks would be red and sore after each time, sometimes even so painful
that I needed a cushion to sit down.
Besides this male-dominated, domineering position, what shocked me most was that many clients were also
indulging in the female-dominated, lotus position, the so-called woman-on-top. In this female-dominated sexual position,
the client could only obediently lie on his back on the bed, letting me spread my legs, bend my knees, and straddle his body. I decided when
to insert his penis into my vagina, and even the depth of penetration was controlled by me. The rhythm of the ejaculation mainly
depended on the speed of my back-and-forth movements. Naturally, the man being pinned down could also control the rhythm by arching his back ; however, while my back-and-forth and side-to-side movements were very easy, it 　　was very difficult and strenuous for
the man to use his waist strength to lift me up . 　　For me, the biggest drawback of the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position is that in this position, my vagina faces downwards; 　　after the man ejaculates, the semen easily flows back out of the vagina. If this happens, it's all for naught, because as the subway attendant 　　said, semen that overflows from the vagina doesn't count towards the one liter figure. 　　Regarding "props," almost every man loves the allure of uniforms, and "school uniforms" are especially beloved 　　. Therefore, I specifically collected different styles of school uniforms from different schools: Japanese sailor-style uniforms, 　　the cheongsam uniforms from a famous local girls' school, the plaid jumpsuit uniforms often worn by girls next door, the shirt, short 　　skirt, and stockings outfits from a commercial college, etc.—I had them all. 　　* * * * * 　　Initially, I thought my escort career would be as "colorful" as an AV actress. Who knew that the above 　　three sex positions, plus uniform role-playing, already encompassed the behavior of 80-90% of clients. 　　However, there were still some unforgettable experiences. The most unusual time was when a man and a woman came in! 　　"Are you trying to have a threesome?" 　　"No, no," the man stammered, explaining the situation. The truth was, the man 　　had always wanted to try anal sex, but the woman firmly refused. However, the woman couldn't resist the man's persistent pleas and decided to let her boyfriend 　　"hit a prostitute" to satisfy his cravings, while she "supervised" from the sidelines.

This woman is truly remarkable. She can tolerate her boyfriend hiring prostitutes and even enjoy watching from the sidelines. She's a true heroine
.
I wasn't really into anal sex, since my anus had already been "deflowered" by a client. But this
time, I was having my anus played with and my body violated while a third party,
a woman, admired, commented on, and even pointed at me. I
felt a slight sense of embarrassment and shame.
I won't go into the details of the initial anal sex, since he was just my first man
. What I do want to say is that as the woman watched her boyfriend and me having sex, she couldn't help but reach
down and touch herself, moaning softly, "Ugh??? Hmm??? Hmm??? Hmm???"
Judging from her innocent appearance, it was impossible to imagine that she was so lewd.
Seeing this, the man naturally wanted to "change the subject" and have some fun with his girlfriend.
Perhaps, in the heat of the moment, he could persuade her to let him taste
her virgin anus.
"Your little brother just came out of my ass, it's so dirty, don't even think about climbing on top of me!" After rejecting her boyfriend,
she casually took out a dildo from her handbag.
It turned out this girl's "self-stimulation" wasn't impromptu; she probably knew her own sensitivity
and how easily she was aroused, so she had prepared "survival supplies" beforehand to be self-sufficient.
Without a word, she immediately and brazenly pulled off her tight jeans and beige silk panties, and
began masturbating without a care in the world, completely transforming into a sexually frustrated female animal, thoroughly enjoying the
thrusting and rubbing of the dildo.
His girlfriend's lewd behavior, her heavy breathing and moans, and her erect nipples intensely stimulated his
senses, bringing his excitement to a new peak. He channeled this excitement into power; his penis swelled
like a spiked club, penetrating my anus and plunging into my rectum. His lower body began to sway powerfully back and forth
, his thrusts accelerating and deepening, each stroke like a pump forcing air
into my rectum, causing waves of intense urge to defecate, accompanied by unprecedented sexual pleasure!
I felt my anus being torn apart by the man, my rectum about to burst. The pain in my lower body,
though intensifying, brought with it an unprecedented, almost suffocating, exhilarating feeling,
causing me to moan and cry out. This was the first time I'd ever experienced such satisfaction from anal sex
!
However, a woman's most sensitive spot is always her vagina. Not being able to satisfy her left me with a lingering sense of regret
.
Perhaps a woman's intuition is truly exceptional; the woman seemed to receive my brainwaves: "Want to have some
fun with a dildo?"
Hearing her invitation, I was so excited I didn't even have time to respond before eagerly trying to snatch the
dildo from her body to soothe my vagina, which was overflowing with secretions.
"Wait! The dildo is mine, I decide how to use it!" Although she pulled the dildo out of her body, she
wouldn't hand it directly to me, but instead forcefully inserted the handle into my
vagina, penetrating more than two inches deep.
"Ah???" The slight pain, combined with the long-awaited pleasure, made me cry out.
The woman leaned closer, allowing the glans of the dildo inserted into my vagina to slide into hers.
I was sandwiched between the two men. The force of the man's thrusting and swaying traveled from behind me, through his penis, through
my anus, my body, and even to the dildo inserted into my vagina, reaching the woman's vagina in front of me.
I suddenly thought of a martial arts technique—"hitting a cow across a mountain."
Right now, I felt like the ham in a sandwich. Just looking at myself, my bulging, fleshy penis
, and the girl in front of me moaning ecstatically, my consciousness slowly began to blur. Suddenly,
a fantasy arose: I imagined myself back in my male form, using my own naturally large penis to properly
feed this sexually starved slut in front of me who was constantly moaning.
However, the relentless assaults on my anus from behind,
the hairy male hands shamelessly fondling my breasts, and the tingling pleasure from their tips
, all reminded me that I was nothing more than a girl with a dildo embedded in my vagina. Just
as I was about to burst with ecstasy, perhaps because my vagina was too wet and contracted too strongly, the
dildo unexpectedly ejected, forcing my "training" of the little slut to a halt.
Was this an ominous sign, a premonition that my manhood would eventually leave me?
I glanced at the calendar on the wall; twenty-three days until my end!
One liter of semen (6) – AV Goddess
I initially thought that earning one liter of semen from a man wouldn't be difficult. With my current looks—a
delicate face, large, high, full breasts, a high, round bottom, a
miniskirt that barely covers my buttocks, and knee-high stockings—which man wouldn't fall at my feet? And
having sex with a man is simply a matter of opening my legs; nothing else needs to be done. It shouldn't be too difficult.
But alas, the female needs the male, and perhaps my genitals are too sensitive. After every sexual encounter, my body reacts strongly.
I'm constantly panting, my head is numb, my whole body feels like it's collapsing, and I'm as exhausted as if I've just run a marathon.
I often fall into a deep sleep, but even after resting for half an hour, I still can't catch my breath.
Although there are 24 hours in a day, I don't have clients every single moment. And,
ultimately, I'm just an "escort girl," not a prostitute openly selling herself. Some clients might genuinely consider me
their girlfriend! They like to build up the atmosphere first, have some tea, a meal, or even watch a play before actually having sex. I'm still a girl, after all, and I need to maintain a bit of "reserve." There's no reason 　　to immediately demand sex from a client
on our first meeting ! 　　It's a pity prostitution isn't legal here, otherwise I'd just go work in a brothel and open the door directly to do it.

"Business"—saving that time from tedious eating, drinking, and chatting, I could use it to "entertain" a few more clients and collect a few more
milliliters of semen.
"Time flies," and only twenty-odd days remain until my forty-nine-day deadline. But according to my wishful thinking
, assuming each client contributes an average of five or seven milliliters of semen,
I should have more than enough to cover the remaining debt in the short twenty-odd days.
However, unexpectedly, I forgot that as a woman, besides possessing all the advantages of women (a sexy
body, etc.), I also naturally have to bear the "helplessness" of women. Yes! It's the "inconvenient" days unique to women
.
Speaking of my first "Auntie," I was "warming up" with a client, preparing for battle, when
suddenly, a "flood" broke out—or rather, a "river of blood"—just as his fingers were exploring my paradise.
The young VIP, perhaps suffering from hemophobia, was so terrified by the "spectacular" sight of "blood staining the mountains and rivers"
that his limbs went weak and his legs went limp. As a man, I was completely oblivious to the fact that women have
periods, and naturally, I hadn't brought any sanitary napkins with me. As a result, I had to first plug my anus with regular toilet paper to
"stop the bleeding," then hurriedly run to the convenience store to buy a pack of sanitary napkins. It took me three clumsy attempts
to finally stick it correctly onto my underwear.
This uninvited, sudden "auntie" not only ruined my good time but also gave me a
"long vacation." Although I still have my mouth and anus for my clients to satisfy, to be honest, I used to be a man too
, and I understand the principles of masturbation: not everyone enjoys anal sex, because the anus is, after all, a "hoarding place of filth."
While oral sex has its stimulating aspects (a sense of pride for men who conquer women), the vagina
is always the true and dominant form of sex. Besides, for me, the vagina is far more sensitive than the mouth, providing
much more intense pleasure during penetration. Back when I was a man, if I could only ejaculate on a woman's face and mouth, and couldn't
properly "plant" seeds in her vagina, it always felt unsatisfying, like entering a treasure trove and leaving empty-handed.
It's said that a normal woman's period lasts only seven days, but my period lingered for a full ten days!
Now, only eight days remain, and I'm short over two hundred milliliters of semen. What to do?
Fortunately, there's always a way out.
* * * * *
After my aunt left, I had some SM sex with a client that day.
We tried everything – ropes, handcuffs, a dildo, candle wax. Afterwards, he asked me, "Little girl, you're so open-minded. It's such
a waste to just stay here as a sex worker! Have you ever thought about going to the big screen and becoming an idol for sex-crazed men?"
It turned out he was an AV scout. He would find girls with innocent looks, great figures, and who weren't afraid to sell their bodies
, and then introduce them to AV directors.
When I met the director and offered to film some gang rape scenes, he looked surprised and
skeptical. Hearing that I didn't mind "cumshot inside," she slapped her thigh hard
several times with delight: "Great! An AV actress as beautiful and open-minded as you is
one in a million!"
* * * * *
I play a recent graduate in education, assigned to a middle school for an internship before graduation. Naturally,
for the sake of the plot, it's a run-down school with no discipline whatsoever. During class, students laugh, shout,
bang on desks and chairs, and even secretly smoke.
A group of unruly male students, upon first seeing me—a female teacher with a pretty face, tall figure, and curvaceous curves
—are already horrified, their lust flaring. They whisper among themselves, wishing they could tear off my
clothes and have their way with me.
But I, this naive and innocent teacher, naturally don't understand these dirty thoughts in the students' minds. Unaware
that I was in a dangerous situation, I naively insisted on restoring order to the classroom. Following the principle of "capture the king first,"
I chose the most rude and unruly student in the class, reprimanded him in front of everyone, and made him stand outside the classroom.
At this point, eight or nine students started jeering from the back of the classroom, shouting insults: "Teacher, do
you think you can punish students just because you have big breasts?" The student being punished retorted, "Teacher,
you should blow a trumpet for my brother right now, and I'll obediently stand outside!"
Faced with such a challenge from my students, my anger completely erupted. I shouted at them,
"What are you saying? Is this how you talk to a teacher? Is this respect for a teacher?"
I later complained to their homeroom teacher. As a result, all the students in the class received major demerits from the discipline master.
A few days later, a female student came to the teachers' office after class to ask me for help with her homework. She
asked me about almost everything I had taught in class, and didn't leave until after dark.
By then, all the teachers and students had left the campus, and I planned to use the restroom before going home. Just
as I was urinating, several dark figures darted in. When
I opened the stall door, I was shocked to see three students staring at me with amused, malicious smiles.
"What are you doing in the women's restroom?"
"We just want to ask the teacher, what terrible mistake did we make that warrants a major demerit?"
Knowing they were there for "revenge," I panicked and shifted the blame onto others: "I only
told your homeroom teacher. The major demerit was the decision of the homeroom teacher and the discipline director!"
The one who questioned me grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Teacher, stop pretending! We've always behaved
like this in class, and no one has ever dared to interfere. If it weren't for you, why would we all have received demerits?" With that,
the three of them blocked my path, so I shouted, "Help! Help!"
One of them went behind me, pulled my hands apart, and raised them above my head, grabbing
them tightly with one hand while his other hand reached around to my left breast, squeezing and pinching: "It's so late, there's nobody at school now.
Teacher, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"
At that moment, he was grabbing one breast, and my chest was completely exposed. I was afraid they would just tear off my
bra, so I used my other hand to protect my right breast and twisted my body violently, trying to break free from their grasp.
Hands. But this twist only fueled their lust.
"Teacher, your body twists so sexy! I really want to see your big breasts!" another said,
reaching into my shirt and forcefully ripping off my bra.
At that moment, my upper body was almost naked except for the torn shirt. The three of them kept
pinching and grabbing my 34C breasts, one of them even pinching my nipples, turning them
from soft balls into hard beads.
I finally managed to break free, my hair disheveled, and looked at them, fighting back tears, saying, "
Don't you know this is illegal? What do you want?"
"We just wanted to ask the teacher about biology, to teach us how humans reproduce
."
"Don't do anything like that!" I instinctively covered my chest with my hands.
"We're not even 18 yet, so even if we get a sentence, it won't be too severe. Besides, our family is rich. We
can find a couple of psychiatrists to prove we have some kind of mental illness like schizophrenia, and maybe we can
get away with it!"
Seeing that they didn't seem to have any remorse, I suddenly and unexpectedly bumped into one of them, trying to escape towards the door
. But at that moment, I tripped over
my high heels and fell face-first to the ground. When I tried to get up and run away again, the three of them were behind me, forcefully pulling at my shirt and black skirt. Because I kept crawling forward,
they soon stripped me of my skirt and shirt, leaving me only in my underwear and stockings.
The stockings were torn in many places from the friction against the floor while crawling.
When I reached the door and was about to open it, someone grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs, pulling them
backward forcefully. So I quickly grabbed the door frame and yelled, "Help! Help!"
A man walked up to me, pressed against the door, and said, "Will you let go? If you don't, we'll slam the door shut on
you."
"Help! Help???" There was no reason to just stand there and watch myself being raped without resisting!
And then, "Bang!" my hand was clamped shut. I screamed in pain
, tears streaming down my face, but I still wouldn't let go.
"If you don't let go, I'll keep clamping."
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The pain was unbearable! I reluctantly loosened my grip, and they dragged me back
to the center of the bathroom. I gave up struggling and let them do as they pleased. After they released my legs, I knew
escape was hopeless, so I simply got up, knelt on the ground, and pleaded, "Please! I know I was wrong
, please let me go." I hoped this would calm their animalistic desires and perhaps even awaken their conscience.
At that moment, the leader of the students, the one I had made him stand as punishment, said, "Tell me, should we forgive
our teacher?"
"I think this lesson is enough, let's forgive the teacher!"
I was just standing up, relieved to have escaped, when the leader pressed down on my shoulders and said, "Teacher, he said
he would let you go, but we didn't agree!"
At that moment, another student was already squatting at my feet, completely tearing off my tattered stockings, and grabbing
the edge of my underwear, as if to pull it off. So I could only hold my underwear tightly with both hands, protecting my last
line of defense. But this left my upper body vulnerable, and the leader took advantage of the situation, pinching and grabbing my
breasts with both hands. At that moment, I really wanted to free my hands to pry them off, but if I did, the other person would have a chance
to take off my underwear. For a girl, it's better to be molested than raped. So I desperately
clung to my underwear, trying to protect my vulva, ignoring my nipples, which the leader made erect.
"Teacher's underwear is held tightly; you can't take it off with brute force! You'll show her our
strength!" Before I could understand what the leader meant, the person who was about to take off my underwear stood up,
crossed his arms, and placed them against my throat, threatening, "Teacher, if you don't let go, don't blame me for being
impolite!"
How could I let go! So he began to exert force, constantly pressing his arms against my throat. I
was nearly suffocated by him and had to let go.
Only then did I realize that the person who had "forgave" me, though not physically harming me, had somehow been
filming my embarrassing state with a video camera.
With both hands on my throat, he whispered in my ear, "Teacher, from now on you have to be good. If you
don't behave, I'll strangle you." Forced by circumstances, I could only bow my head obediently.
I thought he would just take off my panties, but instead, he rolled them into a strip and said,
"Teacher, it's better not to wear briefs. Such a smooth, round bottom is much sexier in a thong." He
then stuffed the strip of panties into the slit between my labia and buttocks.
He then began pinching my nipples with one hand, while the other hand continuously stroked my pubic hair. Soon,
he stroked my labia, which were covered by my underwear, with his fingers, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I quickly produced some vaginal lubrication. He inserted his fingers into my vagina, thrusting a few times, then held them up to
my eyes, playing with my vaginal lubrication with his thumb and forefinger, saying, "Teacher, I've only done this a couple of times, and you're already
so excited. What are we going to do later?"
"Isn't it simple? Let us properly satisfy Teacher's needs!"
They pulled down my underwear, gesturing for me to lie on the ground like a dog. The two men stood in front of me, one in front and one behind,
each taking out their penises. I thought they would insert them, but the one in front said, "Teacher
, my penis is dry. I'm afraid it will hurt you when I insert it. So you have to lick it first before I'm willing
to insert it!"
The implication was that he wanted me to give him oral sex. So I slightly parted my trembling lips and closed my eyes,
hoping to lessen my shame. The person in front of me took the opportunity to shove his entire penis into my mouth, grabbed
my head, and thrust it violently inside, making my mouth feel like it was being torn apart. Soon after, my little...
My mouth was sore and numb from all the teasing, and he couldn't help but ejaculate inside me.
While I was being forced to perform oral sex, the person behind me kept licking my genitals, making my lower body
tingle and itchy, and causing me to leak fluids. After the student in front ejaculated, the one behind me walked up to me, lifted my chin and said,
"Teacher, you must really want it now, right?"
I could only bite my lip, tears streaming down my face, and nod gently. At this moment, my body was already tingling and itchy from all the teasing they had done
.
"What did you say, teacher? I didn't hear
you!" "Please??? Stop playing with me, I really want it???"
"Teacher, what do you want? We are just your students, our level is lower than yours. If you don't explain clearly, we
won't understand!" They took advantage of the situation, deliberately mocking me. What was hateful was that my body desperately needed
their penises to put out the fire—my burning desire!
"I want... I want your big cock... to fuck my pussy... pussy..." A normally
gentle and refined young female teacher, in order to satisfy her aroused pussy, could actually say
such shameful and lewd words.
"You begged us to fuck you! It's not that we want to rape you!"
I could only nod helplessly, and said with a sob, "Waaah... Waaah... I begged you,
please don't play with the teacher anymore, waaah... Hurry up and fuck me..."
At this moment, I was already prepared, so I closed my eyes and waited for his huge cock to feed my thirsty
pussy.
"Teacher, smile first!" I opened my eyes and saw someone using my phone to take pictures of me, who was almost completely naked
.
Then the person behind me slapped my buttocks twice: "Teacher, spread your legs a little wider. Haven't you ever
been fucked by a man before?"
Just as I turned to look at him, he unexpectedly thrust his engorged penis, without any mercy, straight
into the deepest part of my vagina, all the way in. The pain made me scream loudly. At that moment,
I was truly raped.
The two of them stood in front of me, thrusting in and out, filling my mouth and vagina with their two penises,
leaving no gaps. The engorged penises constantly rubbed against my vaginal walls, gradually
numbing the pain and pushing me to a climax with waves of intense pleasure. This feeling was like rain after a long drought,
completely erasing all sense of shame.
"Ah??? Oh??? Oh??? Oh???" I groaned loudly, constantly moaning wildly .
This feeling was truly ecstatic. Waves of pleasure assaulted my central nervous system, bringing me
to orgasm quickly. However, the two men continued their relentless thrusting. The constant slapping of my buttocks made a loud slapping
sound, and my breasts shook violently. My vaginal walls, due to the orgasm, contracted tightly, sucking
on his large penis. The man in front, probably
stimulated by my moans, my lewd expression, and his partner's thrusting movements, couldn't hold back any longer; I felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of heat erupt from his penis.
After the pleasure subsided, the man in front stopped, but still pressed my head down, refusing to withdraw his penis, forcing me to
swallow all the semen. Only after not a drop was spilled did he finally pull his penis out of my mouth with satisfaction.
The man filming, impatiently handing his phone to his still-breathing partner, quickly shoved his penis into my
mouth and began another round of frenzied assault.
The three of them took turns attacking me from both sides, each ejaculating on me two or three times, until they were all drenched in sweat
and exhausted. After they released me, my legs went weak, and I
lay naked on the floor. They continued taking pictures of my breasts and genitals, while I could only weakly
plead, "Stop taking pictures! My phone! Give it back!"
"Teacher, your phone, and your underwear, consider it an apology gift! Do
n't worry, as long as you behave and cooperate with us in class, I guarantee the videos and photos won't be leaked
. Otherwise, hehe???"
* * * * *
The scene shifts to my last day as a lewd intern teacher at this sex prison school.
* * * * *
Upon entering the classroom, I saw eight or nine desks pushed together in front of the podium, resembling a "stage
. " In the very center of the stage, my underwear, which I had been forcibly "sent" away as an apology that day, was brazenly displayed,
with a vibrating egg still taped to it. The three students who had raped me that day sat in the front row,
watching me with sly smiles.
"Teacher, today is your last day here. I'll return the souvenir you gave me when we were intimate last time
! I don't like such shameless bitches who even seduce their own students!"
the leader said, and the whole class burst into laughter.
"Teacher, I don't believe him! How could a teacher seduce her own student and
give her most intimate underwear to a boy!" A female student, the one who had come to ask about homework that day, causing me to be late and ultimately falling
into the ambush, suddenly stood up and shouted.
The entire room fell silent, staring at the girl.
Just as I was relieved that my savior had appeared in time, the girl continued, "Unless...unless...the teacher
puts on these underwear for us to see in front of everyone!" After saying that, the girl even winked at the leader of the class.
The whole class, regardless of gender, clapped loudly and cheered!
It turned out they were in cahoots!
I tried to calm myself down and pretended to be nonchalant: "Classmates! Please show some respect! Now
move these desks back to their places, we need to start class!"
"Yes! We students should respect our teachers!" The leader of the class muttered to himself, pulling out
the phone he had forcibly taken from me last time, the one that contained the videos of my humiliation and rape: "Teacher, this should be returned to
you too! But, teacher, I found some interesting videos on the phone.
Sharing is caring! Should I also upload the videos online and share them with my classmates? But I'm afraid that if
the principal sees the videos, your internship results and future reputation will be completely ruined!"
"Teacher, let's keep it simple. Just wear these panties and show them to us, and I'll delete the video
! But to wear panties, you first need to take off your lower body clothes!"
Tears
welled in my eyes as I slowly took off my high heels and reluctantly stood
on the desks that were grouped together like a stage. Forty-odd pairs of eyes were staring at me from all sides. It wasn't until so many
lustful eyes were fixed on me that I realized how difficult it was to undress in front of everyone.
"Teacher, hurry up and take them off! If you don't, I'll use your phone to go online and send the video out right now
!"
I reached into my skirt, intending to use it to cover myself, and took off my stockings and panties first.
I had barely pulled down one leg of my stockings when the boy in front of me grabbed it and sniffed it intensely:
"Teacher's stockings really do have a captivating fragrance!"
After I took off the entire pair of stockings, two or three students behind me scrambled to grab them and sniff them. Someone shouted,
"Teacher, I want your panties!"
As soon as my underwear was pulled down to my knees, out of the "protective range" of my skirt, several students crowded around me.
One of them, quick as a flash, reached for my underwear: "Wow! I've struck gold! I found a pubic hair that Teacher just shed
!" He picked up a hair that was stuck between my thighs and started dancing with glee.
"Do you like Teacher's pubic hair? That's easy! Please, Teacher, take off your skirt for us so everyone
can have a good look! What do you say?" the lead student said again.
"Yes!" "Yes!" Thunderous applause erupted from below, and soon they were clapping and chanting slogans in unison.
Pat, pat, pat, "Take off your skirt!" Pat, pat, pat, "Take off your skirt!" Pat, pat, pat... ???
As my skirt slowly fell down, revealing my dark triangle to this pack of hungry wolves, I lowered my head in shame,
not daring to look at them, yet I could still feel the impending "murderous intent."
Just as I had completely taken off my skirt and it was snatched away by a student, the lookout outside shouted, "The principal
is here to inspect the class!"
I was terrified. It's over, my future is over. The principal caught me
playing a sexual game with students while naked from the waist down (to be precise, being played with and forced to play a strip game by students), my future
is definitely over.
Unexpectedly, these little devils reacted quickly, each grabbing a table and setting it up, then sitting down themselves, and the classroom
immediately returned to normal.
However, no one intended to return my skirt, stockings, and underwear. I
stood at the front of the classroom, completely naked from the waist down, my upper body impeccably dressed, utterly bewildered.
Luckily, the leader was quick-witted and immediately pulled me to the teacher's seat.
Right, the classroom door was at the back; when the principal entered, he would only see my fully clothed upper
body.
Just as the principal was about to push the door open, the student leader didn't return to his seat but instead hid under my desk.
The principal entered without a word, gesturing for me to continue the lesson.
Teaching in front of the principal wasn't difficult; the hardest part
was maintaining a serious demeanor while being naked from the waist down, my buttocks clearly feeling the cold chair.
A minute or two passed, and just as the principal, satisfied, was turning to leave, I suddenly
cried out, "Ah!"
It was because the leader, hiding under my desk, had suddenly begun to fondle my private parts.
"Teacher X, are you alright?" the principal asked, startled by my cry.
"It's okay, it's okay." I forced myself to remain
calm, enduring the leader's increasingly aggressive harassment of my vagina and the shame it caused.
"Oh, Teacher X, today is your last day of internship here, right?"
"Yes???" The leader, the instant I answered the principal, unexpectedly inserted his entire middle finger into my vagina.
"Yes??? Oh, today is the last???" He then abruptly pulled his middle finger out completely. "The last day
of internship."
The students covered their mouths and chuckled, coldly watching how I was being played with by a boy while pretending to be
nonchalant in answering the principal's question.
The principal must have been wondering, a teacher stuttering when speaking to the principal,
what a failure.
In my heart, however, I thought that a woman who, when stripped naked and allowed her most sensitive genitals to be played with by a man
, utters not moans but meaningful conversations with her superiors, is
truly successful.
While the principal and I were chatting casually, inquiring about my internship and teaching progress, the leader's hands didn't
stop for a second. Fortunately, the principal only asked a few more questions before leaving.
I breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Teacher, we saved your life, how can we repay our great benefactors?" The leader's words brought me back to the cruel
reality.
"You want...you want..." I instinctively covered my lower body with my hands.
"We want you to let each of us have our way with you, Teacher!"
"Each of us...with me?" There were over thirty boys in the class!
"Teacher, if you think this is unfair, we can ask the principal to come back and judge!" The leader said
, tearing my shirt, ripping off my bra, and then pressing me to the ground.
As the leader's hands caressed me, my lust intensified. Though I whispered, "No, stop!"
my legs were already slightly parted to welcome his large penis. As the penis entered my vagina, my lust
grew stronger with each thrust. Afraid of being heard outside the classroom, I dared not moan loudly,
only emitting low whimpers like "Ugh... Ugh..."
Soon, I felt several hands caressing my body. Several bold students were constantly
touching my thighs, waist, breasts, and nipples.
"Teacher, the students can't wait. Since your mouth is free, why not use it to entertain the students?"
One student immediately understood the leader's words, quickly straddling my head as I lay on the ground, and then shoving his penis
into my mouth.
"Classmates, don't waste your teacher's hands. Also, look at her big breasts and deep cleavage.
Before you all line up to enjoy your teacher's two holes, you can have a breastjob first!"
Lying on the ground, I had a man giving me oral sex on my head, a man giving me breast sex on my chest, and a man having sex with me behind me, while
my left and right hands were constantly giving two men handjobs. One woman serving five men at the same time, wouldn't that be considered a record? Of course, according to the agreement with the director beforehand, the men giving me breast sex and the men giving me handjobs had to 　　"cum inside"
me in my mouth or vagina. 　　At all times, my vagina was filled with man A's penis, my mouth was filled with man B's penis, my breasts were filled with 　　man C's penis, my left and right hands were each holding the penises of men D and S, and countless men's hands were roaming over my body. The rising 　　lust made me reach an unprecedented level of excitement and endless orgasms. 　　More than thirty strong men filmed me day and night, endlessly ejaculating inside me; a liter of semen 　　was child's play in this situation. Lost in the absurd pleasure of lust, I no longer thought of using that semen 　　to redeem my penis and restore my manhood. 　　It turns out being a girl is better than being a boy. The story has ended. 　　Is being a girl really better than being a boy? 　　A liter of semen (Final Chapter) – Am I a man? Or a woman? 　　I was completely intoxicated by the AV filming of being "gang-raped" by so many men, even though a scene sometimes had to be filmed 　　several times to meet the director's requirements. But in reality, I felt it wasn't "gang rape," but rather an 　　"enjoyment" that money couldn't buy. 　　During a break in filming one time, I curiously took out the "semen counter" the subway attendant had given me and wow! 　　1030.5 milliliters! That means I can turn back into a man. 　　But being a woman is so comfortable, even if you point a gun at my head, I don't want to turn back! 　　It was time for the next scene, and the director explained his requirements to us actors. 　　The more I listened, the redder my face became. 　　What made me blush wasn't the director's lewd or obscene demands, but rather, to use a trendy phrase: "I 　　can't accept it!" 　　The director wanted me to lie completely naked on the ground, with a dozen male students standing around me, all pulling out their huge penises 　　, and then—urinating on my face! I had to open my mouth wide and 　　swallow as much of that "golden holy water" as possible, while pretending to enjoy it immensely. 　　When I actually lay down on the ground, looking up at those boys, I suddenly felt like 　　a "cesspool" on the ground! Why could men be so high and mighty, urinating on my face? And I, as a woman, 　　had to be so pathetic, lying on the ground like a "cesspool," drinking their stinking urine? I couldn't help but let my inner 　　grievances turn into two streams of tears, mingling with their urine! 　　I asked myself honestly, despite the slogan of "gender equality" being chanted for so many years, isn't society still fundamentally 　　"male superiority"? 　　Isn't the fate of women incredibly tragic? And gender is something you're born with, something you can't change! 　　Suddenly, it occurred to me that my gender could still be changed! Anyway, I've already stored up a liter of semen, and today happens 　　to be the forty-ninth day. If I go back to the dilapidated temple and find the subway eunuch, I can use that liter of semen to redeem 　　my little penis! 　　That's true. I was a perfectly normal guy with a penis, yet I gave it up to become 　　a girl. In this patriarchal society, it felt like losing some treasure, a 　　huge loss. 　　This "golden water" scene made me realize I still care about my penis. 　　After finally finishing filming that scene, I checked my watch: 10:30 PM. I ran off the set like a shot, heading 　　towards the dilapidated temple. If I could find the subway savior before midnight, I could get my penis back, my male identity 　　, and my male dignity. 　　* * * * * 　　Entering the temple, I practically screamed, "Subway savior! Subway savior!" 　　But despite my desperate shouting for over ten minutes, the temple hall remained completely silent. Looking at my 　　watch again, it was past midnight. 　　Was this a scam? Did the subway savior never intend for me to become a boy again? Was he just teasing 　　me, enticing me to actively seek out other men to have sex with me? Or perhaps he was always by my side, coldly 　　watching me beg others to ravage my vagina with their big cocks, secretly laughing to himself? Or maybe he once 　　bet with other gods that I wouldn't win and wouldn't collect enough semen, but now I've unexpectedly succeeded, and 　　he's stormed off in anger? 　　Thinking it over and over, among countless hypotheticals, there wasn't a single possibility that would allow me to revert to being a man. Thinking 　　and thinking, this grown man (or at least a woman who hasn't completely forgotten her male memories psychologically) couldn't 　　help but feel sorrow and grief, overwhelmed by grief, wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. 　　"What are you doing, coming to my temple in the middle of the night crying and sobbing?" a male voice roared, 　　but it definitely wasn't the subway janitor's voice. 　　I held back my tears and wiped them away, but there was no one there. So I asked the voice, "Who are you?" 　　"I am the subway granny here!" The voice was full of authority. 　　"What? The subway granny? You're lying! The subway granny I met last month wasn't you!" 　　"Last month! Oh, you mean my predecessor? He was transferred last week." 　　"Transferred?!" I screamed in shock. 　　"Heavenly rules state that the position of subway granny is for a term of five hundred years. He has been in this position for over seven hundred 　　years. It's time for a change of scenery." The 'new subway granny' paused, then continued in his confident voice 　　, "What do you want with him? Actually, I am also a deity. If you mortals want to burn incense and pray to the gods, you can do 　　the same thing by coming to me." 　　So I told the new subway granny everything in detail. At first, He 　　responded with a confident "uh, uh," but as He listened, the response grew softer and softer, 　　and His almost arrogant confidence seemed to fade away little by little.

"Oh, about this matter, my predecessor didn't tell me anything about it," the new subway eunuch said casually,
his intention to shirk responsibility clear.
"Could you perhaps ask your predecessor to confirm my situation?"
"He was transferred to Kron Star last month."
"Kron Star?" I listened, my mind racing. That name sounded so familiar! What was that??? What was that???
"Keroro!" I suddenly exclaimed.
"Yes! It's Keroro's home planet. You Earthlings even seem to have turned their stories
into cartoons!"
My head felt like a thousand bees were buzzing around. How did the subway eunuch get
involved with Keroro?!
"I'll try my best to follow up for you. What's your file number?"
"File number!? What file number?" Even the celestial realm is as bureaucratic as human government offices?
"If you don't have a file number for me to follow up on, then I need to personally confirm your case with your predecessor before I
can process it. Come back in thirty years!"
"Thirty years?!"
"My predecessor worked non-stop for over seven hundred years, isn't giving him a thirty-year vacation a bit much?"
In thirty years, I'll probably be a fat old woman! Now I have no choice but to use a woman's ultimate weapon: crying,
cursing, and threatening suicide! I hope to force the new subway eunuch to lend me a hand and restore my manhood.
I risked the calamities of blaspheming the gods, relentlessly pestering the new subway eunuch, constantly shouting and causing
trouble: "I want to exchange a liter of semen for my little penis!" At this moment, I was a complete
mixture of a mad dog and a shrew, making a huge scene in the dilapidated temple, threatening to die: "If I don't get my little penis back, I'll die here
!" I kept harassing him, trying to get my manhood back.
The new subway eunuch, probably fed up and afraid I'd keep arguing with him, said, "Alright, alright,
stop fooling around here. Seeing how pitiful you are, I'll make an exception this time and give your little penis back!
But don't break the rules again!" After the new subway eunuch finished speaking, everything went black, and I instantly lost consciousness.
* * * * *
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in my bed at home. Looking at my real self, I still had a pair of
large, high breasts, and I was still wearing a short skirt, covering my long, fair, and delicate legs. I stood in
front of the mirror, and the young beauty in the mirror was still so graceful and beautiful.
I was clearly still a girl. Was my trip to the dilapidated temple to get my penis back from the subway eunuch just a dream?
Dreams can't be this real, right? And I also felt a little itchy down there, so I quickly pulled up my skirt to look... ???
"Wow!" How come a small fleshy bud has grown on the upper part of my private parts?
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a fleshy bud at all, but a tiny penis! A tiny penis
, no bigger than half a little finger! It was positioned precisely above my vagina, where the clitoris used to be
. Although it was small, it was still clearly a penis.
I was utterly astonished, staring blankly at my bizarre androgynous genitals, speechless with surprise.
Now I had a penis that only men have, and I also retained a vagina that only women have. So, was I a man?
Or a woman?
This miniature penis, was it the penis that the new subway wardens "returned" to me?! But what they "confiscated
" before was my adult penis, and now they're "returning" one that's even smaller than a newborn baby's size.
This new subway wardens, I don't know if they're just confused or careless. I said I wanted my little penis back, and He
simply added this "small" penis to my daughter's body instead of turning my whole body
back into a man.
I tried to go back to the dilapidated temple to "reason" with the new subway granny, but the entire temple had vanished, and
I couldn't find it anywhere.
Just as I was wandering around where the temple used to be, lost and helpless, my flashlight rang. It
was the director calling, urging me to rush back to continue filming. But now, I had grown something that shouldn't be there,
this androgynous appearance???
Back on set, I didn't know how to explain my physical changes to the director. Of course, I wouldn't tell
him the whole story, and besides, if I said there was such a thing as a "subway granny," he'd probably think I
was crazy. I just lied to the director and said that when I woke up that morning, a little penis had inexplicably grown out of my genitals.
The director and crew initially burst into laughter, but when I lifted my skirt to show them, they
were dumbfounded and stood frozen in place.
"This?? How could this happen?"
I could only shrug, unsure how to answer the director's question.
"Actually, you still look like a girl, still 'busty and round' like before. How about I
cut off this weird penis for you, and then you can pretend nothing happened?"
"No, no!" I thought to myself, after all the effort it took to exchange a liter of semen for my male symbol, how
could I just cut it off like that?
"How about this, since we'll be adding 'grids' around your vagina in post-production anyway,
so the audience can't see your penis clearly, only a blurry bit of flesh. We'll just call your
penis your clitoris. By the way, why not go with the flow and package you as a 'super-explosive clitoral cumshot
girl'!"
This was really interesting. During filming, I wore a one-piece women's swimsuit, but my genitals bulged out
slightly like a little boy's. When the male lead cut a small hole in the swimsuit near my genitals, the little
penis that popped out, in the blurry shot, became my "big clitoris." The male lead kept playing with it, and I was extremely excited
, my moans echoing in the room. The audience thought my blushing and racing heart were due to my clitoris being teased, but in reality,
it was just because my penis was being stimulated by my partner.
Finally, when I reached orgasm and my penis couldn't help but ejaculate, what the audience saw was a "super clitoral girl" squirting
!
Next, when it came time for "real sex," the male lead inserted his big penis into my vagina and
started thrusting up and down like a vibrator. At this point, I also reverted to the female role, and the physical and mental pleasure came from my tight vagina.
Inside, the large, thick penis thrust in and out. I swayed my slender waist, my round buttocks moving in rhythm with the man's thrusts,
moaning softly.
My cries of ecstasy only fueled the male protagonist's lust, causing him to roar like a beast
, his hands gripping my large breasts, kneading and squeezing them relentlessly, while his penis thrust forcefully in
and out of my vagina. My body's natural response caused my uterus to gush forth
streams of nectar, flowing down my inner thighs and soaking a large patch of the bed.
My burning nectar made the male protagonist's penis even harder. He pounded heavily into my tight, sucking
hole, causing me, already in a semi-conscious state, to convulse violently, screaming incoherently:
"I'm going to die??? I'm going to die???!"
I felt the male protagonist's penis swelling inside me, about to ejaculate! His whole body trembled violently
as he poured his burning semen into my secret place, causing my little penis to involuntarily ejaculate a small amount of
semen again. Our countless offspring mingled together indistinguishably at the entrance of my vagina.
I never imagined that being a hermaphrodite could make sex so wonderful!
[The End]

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