A Beast's Confession

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Now I am a loving husband, showering my wife with affection and making sure she doesn't feel any sadness, so as not to evoke unpleasant memories. To this day, her parents don't know about this, let alone her superiors and colleagues; it's a secret between us. My wife stumbled upon this incident outside a nightclub. At the time, she was a junior high school student, not yet thirteen. Because I was drunk, I was emboldened by lust. Like a wolf, I rushed out and grabbed her. What happened afterward, I admit, was utterly absurd. That day, for over twenty hours, from dawn until the next night, I sexually assaulted three girls: a nightclub girl, a junior high school student, and a high school girl.

Thinking back on it always gives me a sense of pleasure, but as I've gotten older, I sometimes feel guilty and want to make amends to that high school girl. One night, I dreamt of that high school girl sobbing softly, her genitals swollen and constantly leaking white semen. I found myself wailing uncontrollably. In the dream, I kept patting her, comforting her, and apologizing, but she seemed completely oblivious, her cries growing more and more heart-wrenching. Panic gripped me, and I woke with a start, finding my eyes brimming with tears, my forehead and body soaked. Was she still alive? Or had she taken her own life after that? I dared not imagine, dared not even think about it. The day before, I had accompanied my wife to her prenatal checkup; she was due next month to give birth to our lovely little daughter. I suddenly realized the feelings of a father. What would her father think if he knew his precious daughter had been violated? I felt utterly guilty and heartbroken. Every night, the girl's cries seemed to echo in this room.

I didn't have the courage to turn myself in to the police. More than twenty years had passed; where was that girl? Even if I found her, I didn't have the courage to face her and tell her the truth. Would it trigger painful memories for her? I've found that people who escape legal punishment always carry a lingering guilt. During low points in their lives, those images replay vividly in their minds like a movie, their actions haunting them like a shadow. Like with my wife now, one day I said to her, "Shiya, do you hate me? I know you were…" Before I could finish, she covered my mouth with her hand: "Don't say anymore, I don't want to hear it!" "I…" I couldn't bring myself to say it. I really wanted to, otherwise I'd feel terrible. Then I saw her turn away, her eyes reddening. I felt incredibly guilty. Finally, I mustered my courage, hugged her, and said emotionally, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I knew I had ruined her dreams, and that stranger at the nightclub, whom I had gotten drunk and sexually assaulted.

My wife and I hugged and cried, releasing the pent-up emotions we had been suppressing for so long. Afterwards, I told her I wanted to write it down to feel better. Therefore, this article, with her consent and encouragement, allowed me to pick up my pen again and properly organize my thoughts from back then. I hope you can understand the extreme unease and ever-increasing guilt a man who sexually assaults a girl will ultimately experience.

In my youth, I frequented dance halls, engaging in delinquent activities with a few drinking buddies, going to pubs and nightclubs to pick up girls. One day, I met a girl drinking alone at a nightclub. She drank a beverage I gave her laced with a rape drug. Soon after the drug took effect, I pretended to be her friend, helped her out of the club, took her to my car, pulled down her jeans, then her underwear, and sexually assaulted her. While she was still drunk, I put her pants back on, threw them on the roadside, and let her lie there asleep before driving away. Feeling a surge of smug satisfaction and lust, shortly after starting the car, I saw a student-looking girl walk by. I confirmed she was alone and a middle school student. I immediately stopped the car, jumped out, grabbed the girl, ordered her to stand still, forcibly pulled down her underwear, and forced her to kneel. The girl cried in terror. Right next to my car, she was naked, licking my penis. I stroked her buttocks while pulling up her clothes, unhooking her bra, and kneading her soft breasts. Soon, I ejaculated into her mouth, filling it with semen, and forced her to swallow it. Under my lewd power, the girl obediently complied, continuing to lick my penis until it was hard and wet. I pulled it out of her mouth, grabbed her legs, and prepared to rape her. She cried and said no! I whistled, ignoring her, and thrust my erect penis straight into her vagina. Good heavens! There was resistance. I asked her, "Are you a virgin?" She nodded, tears welling in her eyes, hoping I would let her go. I told her, "Don't be afraid! Since that's the case, I'll take you home. What junior high school do you go to? What's your name? Where do you live? What are your parents' names? What's your home phone number?" Hearing that I was going to take her home, she smiled slightly and told me everything. I carefully took notes, then put the notebook away. I picked her up, not letting her put on her underwear, and put her in my car, then drove slowly to the motel. The little girl looked terrified. At that moment, the garage door slowly closed.

"Uncle, weren't you going to take me home?" I didn't say a word, picked her up again, went up the stairs, unlocked the door, inserted the card, and put her on the bed. Then I prepared to undress her. The little girl struggled and cried, resisting with her small hands. I grabbed her wrists firmly with one hand and forcibly removed her uniform and outer clothes one by one. Finally, I ripped off her bra, leaving her completely naked and adorable.

"Pretty girl! You're so beautiful! Your skin is so white, like Snow White!" The girl was no longer interested in such praise. She just cried and said, "Uncle, are you lying to me? Weren't you going to take me home?"

"Why would Uncle lie to you? You're all dirty. Wash yourself first, and you'll smell nice. Your parents will be happy then and know that Uncle isn't a bad person!"

The little girl was very helpless and just kept sobbing. I ignored her and took all her clothes to the bathroom, first filling the large double jacuzzi with water. I closed the bathroom door temporarily, then turned on the TV and watched "2100 Talk Show" with the little girl. I stripped naked and, while watching TV, caressed and squeezed her breasts, playing with them, patting and kneading them like dough. I was particularly engrossed in watching TV today, with a naked little girl beside me. At that moment, while paying attention to the guest's call-in on TV, my fingers wouldn't let go of the little girl's breasts, drawing circles on them, just teasing her. I kissed the little girl's ear, boldly and unrestrainedly teasing her clitoris, rubbing her labia with my fingers. She knew she was alone, that no one could save her; the girl stared nervously at the TV, trembling all over, letting me tease her as I pleased.

Then I rubbed the head of my penis against the little girl's genitals, seeing her trembling with fear. I kissed her lips, ordering her to stick out her tongue, giving her a deep, French kiss. To soothe her emotions, like a close lover, I kneaded her breasts with my feet. She seemed to have stopped crying. Then, I suddenly got up, opened the bathroom door, turned off the tap, and tested the water temperature—it was just right. So, I went back to bed and picked her up, like a father picking up his little daughter. I lifted her legs, spread her vulva, and aimed at the toilet, wanting her to urinate. She hesitated for a moment. I glared at her, and she dared not disobey. Blushing shyly in front of a strange man, she sprayed yellowish-orange urine directly from her urethra. I admired her and praised her, saying, "You're so good at peeing! I'm going to make you squirt later." Of course, she didn't understand what squirting meant. It's when a woman has an orgasm and can't help but ejaculate, releasing a large amount of clear fluid from her urethra, also known as Stern's fluid.

After she finished urinating, I put the little girl down and then urinated on her, spraying it directly onto her head and body. She screamed. I ordered her not to dodge, and so she was like a controlled frog, drenched in urine that seemed to fall from the sky. Watching her with her eyes closed, looking so comical, I took out a showerhead and rinsed her genitals and body. Then I had her sit on my lap, and with a bath sponge and shower gel, I carefully bathed the little girl, forbidding her to resist, letting me touch every inch of her skin.

It was the first time I had ever held a twelve-year-old girl in my arms. I was a little excited. Her skin felt so soft and tender. I probably drooled a liter of saliva as I ran my tongue all over her body, carefully cleaning her private parts. I licked her labia majora and minora, then turned them open and licked them, a bit like a bear stealing honey and licking the nectar with its tongue, or an anteater using its long snout to suck the ants crawling inside a tree trunk, greedily consuming them. At this moment, the little girl trembled slightly, her breathing became a little shaky, and her cheeks flushed. I knew she wasn't scared anymore, but rather that I had made her feel excessively good. Then I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and stroked the little girl's smooth, hairless vulva with my hand. Her skin was so white, delicate, and soft. Seeing her slightly uneasy and wriggling, the little girl suddenly giggled. She actually laughed! Of course, I took the opportunity to tickle her armpits, which made her giggle even more. And so we played together.

Children will be children, so adorable. So I held the little girl, her body slippery and covered in soap suds, and made her rub herself all over my body. Because of my teasing and licking, the little girl's labia were already very wet, dripping constantly onto the back of my hand. I was suddenly startled, and then filled with immense pleasure! Most men would never have such a rare opportunity: a young girl, stimulated and aroused, produces a copious amount of pearly dew from her genitals. Even an eighteen-year-old girl wouldn't produce such abundance. Only a twelve or thirteen-year-old,

with a tender and delicate body, after constant teasing and stimulation, a virgin's body, would produce such an astonishing effect—a kind of innocent dew. How fortunate I am to have the opportunity to come into contact with such a young girl, to lewdly tease and lick her, to witness such a phenomenon. I couldn't wait to sip and swallow the fragrant fluid flowing from the little girl's body, this must be what's called "yin-yang replenishment"! I truly thank her parents for giving birth to her; it was destined that she would be given to me to savor. The little girl dared not resist at all; on the one hand, she felt extremely comfortable, so she cooperated by rubbing her body against the place I designated, making her genitals incredibly slippery. Afterwards, I washed her with clean water. I placed her in the double jacuzzi and made her perform oral sex on me. My hands weren't idle either; I touched her little bottom, and her small, bouncy breasts, like little puddings, were presented before me. I unceremoniously opened my mouth and sucked, making soft, sucking sounds. Even her own father wouldn't dare to be so affectionate and lewd with his own daughter.

Since there was plenty of time and no one to disturb us, I decided to leisurely and slowly tease and seduce this little girl, not only indulging in physical caresses but also teasing her mind, making fun of her father in front of her. This was quite a fun thing, and I laughed wildly to myself.

"What's your father's name?" I squeezed the little girl's breasts together, licking her nipples with the tip of my tongue, brushing them back and forth with my wet tongue as I asked.

"My father's name is Lin Qifa," the little girl answered timidly.

So, as I did it, I spread the little girl's thighs apart: "Mr. Lin Qifa! Your daughter is so beautiful and well-developed, her pubic hair is just growing and so soft! Have you touched it, Daddy? Oh! By the way! Your daughter's breasts are so elastic, small, cute, smooth and soft, I'm touching them right now, Mr. Qifa, are you envious of me? I'm going to deflower your daughter later, help her become an adult, after all, with a man's stimulation and the nourishment of love, a little girl will develop faster, so you should thank me! You don't need to be so polite. Now I'm licking your daughter's labia and clitoris, mmm! Delicious, delicious! Juicy and flavorful!" The little girl seemed to understand but not quite, only knowing that I was talking to her father.

"Uncle! What does deflowering mean?" It turned out she had heard the key point.

"It's like giving you acupuncture! Making you feel very comfortable." After saying that, I put my mouth to the little girl's labia and sucked hard, making a sizzling sound.

"Qifa! I believe you wouldn't do this to your daughter, not because you don't want to, but because you're afraid. Actually, you're secretly craving it, while I'm openly sucking and licking your precious daughter's private parts. Your daughter even secretes a lot of love juice to quench my thirst, hahaha." The little girl trembled slightly, knowing what I meant, and dared not utter a sound. She continued to obediently let me play with her. There was another round of sucking and licking sounds from her labia. The little girl endured the stimulation, her face flushed with shame, simply because her father wasn't there to protect her. I was using her as a source of amusement, teasing both father and daughter. Seeing her completely helpless, her lower body obediently opened, her labia exposed, being violated, and simultaneously enduring the humiliation of her heart, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, overjoyed. Suddenly, I demanded that she say, "Husband! Husband! I love you!" She initially refused. I said, "If you don't behave, Uncle won't take you home!"

"Promise me you won't touch me there with that!" At this moment, the little girl was still naively trying to negotiate.

"Hmm!" I could only pretend to nod. Then I urged her, "Hurry up!"

So the little girl whispered, "Husband! Husband! I love you!"

"Too soft! Uncle can't hear you, say it louder!"

"Husband! Husband! I love you!"

"Say it louder!"

"Husband! Husband! I love you!"

"Good! That's a good girl!"

"Come on! Keep saying it, husband, I want it so much!" "Husband, I
want it so much!" "

Husband, I'm so itchy!" I taught her to repeat each sentence. "Husband, I'm so itchy!"

"

Hmm!" I nodded.

After the little girl finished saying it, she looked at me.

"Why did you stop? I didn't tell you to stop, so keep saying it to me, okay?" I scolded her angrily.

The little girl was startled and nodded vigorously.

"Honey, I'm so itchy!...Honey, I'm so itchy!...Honey, I'm so itchy!...Honey, I'm so itchy!..."

I closed my eyes, nodding in blissful ecstasy, which encouraged the little girl to continue chanting.

"I'm the cutest girl!" I changed the phrase.

"I'm the cutest girl!...I'm the cutest girl!...I'm the cutest girl!..."

"I'm Uncle's darling!" I changed the line again.

"I'm Uncle's darling!...I'm Uncle's darling!...I'm Uncle's darling!..."

"So I want to make love with Uncle!" How could I even think of that?

The girl hesitated for half a second before finally speaking,

"So I want to make love with Uncle!...So I want to make love with Uncle!...So I want to make love with Uncle!..."

"I'm the best girl!" I chanted.

"I'm the best girl!...I'm the best girl!...I'm the best girl!..."

"I like candy!" I chanted.

"I like to eat candy!...I like to eat candy!...I like to eat candy!...I like to eat candy!..."

"I like to pee everywhere!" I chanted.

"I like to pee everywhere!...I like to pee everywhere!...I like to pee everywhere!..." The little girl started chanting and laughing.

"My nipples are pink!" I chanted.

"My nipples are pink!...My nipples are pink!...My nipples are pink!..."

The little girl was chanting without thinking; upon hearing my prompt, she immediately reflexively repeated the actions.

Then I said, "Now I'm going to give my first time to my uncle!"

"Now I'm going to give my first time to my uncle!...Now I'm going to give my first time to my uncle!...Now I'm going to give my first time to my uncle!..."

"Please, please!" I murmured.

"Please, please!...Please, please!...Please, please!..."

I suddenly opened my eyes. The little girl was still giggling and continuing to murmur. "What did you just say, sweetie?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment: "What did I just say?"

"You said I wanted to give my first time to Uncle!...Please, please!" Uncle will grant your wish. The little girl realized she had let something slip and quickly said, "That's not what I meant, I didn't!" "You said it

yourself, why are you going back on your word? Can Uncle go back on his word and not take you home?"

The little girl was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer. Then I stood up from the water, picked up the little girl, dried her body, dried her hair, kissed her cheek and said, "You're so good! Let Uncle take good care of you." After saying that, I carried her to the bed, and after a few flirtatious moments, the little girl was so teased that she didn't know what to do and could only obediently cooperate. Then I placed my penis back into the little girl's vagina, grabbed her waist, and prepared to thrust. After this teasing and torment, the little girl only said, "I'm so scared! I don't want to!" But her vulva was already wet and overflowing, her labia slightly parted, her clitoris gradually engorged and swollen, red and dripping. Lustful fluids kept overflowing from her vaginal opening; the little girl was unaware of her body's intense reaction. Since I had brought the little girl here, and no one knew, I would naturally savor her tender body slowly. This time, I would proceed with the most anticipated deflowering feast in a leisurely manner. After all, she had confessed to being a virgin. I decided to secretly explore this underage girl's tender bud, carefully and greedily develop it, and then patiently and slowly train her to become my sex slave and plaything, who would voluntarily report after school every day and obediently let me play with her.

I started whistling again, feeling extremely relaxed and happy as I slowly inserted my penis. There was a little resistance, so I relaxed again and thrust in, each time deeper than the last, until finally breaking through the flower's heart and sliding in with a soft "plop." The little girl cried out, and I hugged her, patting her back and saying, "Good girl! Don't be afraid!" Then I continued thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster, becoming smoother and smoother. I felt my hot glans being tightly wrapped and gripped by the incredibly slippery, tender flesh of the vaginal walls, enjoying the sensation of a fetus in its mother's amniotic fluid, comfortably floating inside. I continued to twist and thrust my penis in and out, the vagina like a contracting tube, tightly enveloping my penis, like a thousand hands constantly caressing it. I returned the favor with my glans, giving every corner a gentle yet firm kiss, constantly colliding with the warm, tender, and tight vaginal walls. The little girl began to moan and gasp for breath, her body convulsing as she clung to me. I then withdrew my penis, and she blurted out, "No!" "No to what?" I asked. The little girl blushed deeply, pursed her lips, and remained silent, her vagina opening and closing rhythmically, as if telling me she was still unsatisfied. I looked at my penis, stained with blood and the girl's white fluid, and I smiled. I then put it back in the little girl's mouth, making her lick it clean. Afterward, I cleaned her genitals, dressed her, and drove her to the place where I had caught her, made her stand still, forcibly removed her underwear, and forced her to give me oral sex. Then I waved goodbye to her. The little girl looked at me with confusion as I drove away, simply because I hadn't taken her home as she had asked. I was just randomly looking for live sex toys on the street, grabbing them, playing with them, and then putting them back where they belonged. So, after playing with the little girl, I put her away, like a child playing with building blocks. After arranging them for an afternoon, when I got tired of them, I packed them up and put them back in the box. If I wanted to play with them again next time, I would take them out. So, I already had the little girl's junior high school, name, phone number, and address. Therefore, I would have another chance to let the little girl play some different sex games with me next time.

Afterwards, I continued driving and passed a girls' high school. I saw a tall, slender high school girl with a round, perky butt. She had just come out of school. Her upper body was tightly covered by a pair of full and alluring breasts. Although she had just deflowered a junior high school girl at a motel and played with her for an afternoon, she was still not exhausted. My lust surged again, and my penis hardened once more. I observed her briefly and realized she was a lone high school girl. With no one else around, I acted decisively, immediately turning off the engine and stopping the car. I jumped out and boldly approached her, grabbing her right arm from behind and pinning her left arm to the ground. I sternly told her, "If you want to live, behave yourself, understand?!" She nodded. Then I unbuttoned her uniform and began to caress the high school girl's breasts through her bra, then slipped my hand inside to play with her nipples. Next, I used a knife to cut the bra strap from behind, causing it to slip off and revealing a pair of alluring breasts. I then kneaded and stroked them with my large hands, feeling the soft, smooth flesh of her breasts rubbing against my palms with incredible pleasure. With a rip, I tore open the girl's uniform, exposing her breasts, and then gently licked her right nipple with my tongue. One hand grasped the girl's full, firm, and elastic left breast, gently flicking the nipple with my thumb. The breast swelled under stimulation, and the nipple hardened. Then, I ordered the girl to take off her skirt and panties, "Hurry up!" I said, rubbing her full, soft, delicate, and firm breasts. The girl quickly removed her lower body, revealing her smooth, white buttocks. After playing with the girl's breasts, I shifted my focus, continuously caressing her white, soft buttocks with my large hands. Reaching forward, I saw a patch of dark forest; digging further down, I found a narrow slit, and began to knead and pinch there—this was foreplay.

"Raise your hands above your head!" What for? I need to take off my pants! How can I do this myself while holding her hands? Of course, I could have her help me, help me undress, but I didn't want her to see my face. This was my most vulnerable moment because I hadn't controlled her, and I'd put the knife down. I was taking off my pants, and she could have easily run away, catching me off guard. But she didn't. She obediently squatted down, her back to me, her hands behind her head. Quietly, like a lamb, she waited for me to pull down my pants, revealing my erect penis. Then I grabbed her arm again, making her bend over, and then directly touched her clitoris with my hand, slowly stroking and rubbing it back and forth until it started to get wet. I parted her labia majora and minora and looked inside! "You've already tasted a man's touch! Otherwise, how could your opening be so clear!" After she was sufficiently wet, I inserted my penis and began thrusting. The girl dared not make a sound, obediently cooperating, using a doggy-style position with her back to me. It felt incredibly good; her vagina tightly enveloped me. After a short while, I pulled out: "Keep lying down for ten minutes before you get up, understand?" She nodded again, and then I saw white semen dripping from her perineum below her anus, glistening in the sunlight, still dripping intermittently from her vaginal opening. I heard her sobbing, and a pang of sadness shot through me. I quickly left. From beginning to end, she never looked at me, and was thus inexplicably raped from behind.

The above is my true story. I drugged and raped a hot girl in a pub, and then, in broad daylight, I captured a junior high school girl, took her to a motel, flirted with her, and played with her like a living sex doll. Finally, I deflowered her, giving her her precious hymen. Later that evening, I raped a high school girl who was incredibly docile, letting me have my way with her for free. I happily ejaculated inside her. I think she'll have to take emergency contraception afterward, or she'll be pregnant. Tragically, she doesn't even know who the father is. She just casually has sex with strangers on the street, engaging in outdoor intercourse. Such a promiscuous girl—it's a sign of the world going to the dogs! As for the junior high school girl I "developed," because I have her address, phone number, school, real name, and class, now whenever I want, I just call her, and she obediently reports to me on time, as docile as a dog. She has indeed been trained into a dog of both body and soul. I helped her put on the leash, letting her walk on all fours with her bottom exposed. While others were walking huskies, I was leading a pink, flesh-colored spirit dog. They stared at me strangely, and I snapped, "What are you looking at! This is a couple's business. She likes it, and so do I!" I then let Xiaobai bark twice to show this clueless old man.

"Woof woof... woof woof..." came the barking of a thirteen-year-old girl. The old man, who was out walking his dog for exercise that morning, shook his head, muttering, "These young people nowadays! So hard to manage!"

Then I led the little girl and made her lift her leg to urinate on the spot. A stream of urine sprayed from her genitals, leaving a couple exercising in the distance dumbfounded and incredulous. "Isn't that a person? Isn't that a dog? Look, she's urinating! My God! Completely naked, and her owner is a man!" After that, I told the little girl to urinate while walking, without lifting her leg. As some elderly people exercising approached, the little girl, led by me, crawled on the ground and began to urinate, continuing to walk forward. Urine soaked her abdomen and flowed down her thighs.

The elderly couple were stunned. "Good heavens! Don't laugh at me!" I quickly said, "This is a female dog! So she doesn't need to lift her leg to urinate!" The elderly couple glanced at me but didn't want to interfere.

The little girl blushed with shame, afraid I would tell her parents that I had sexually assaulted her that day, taking her virginity. She had no choice but to cooperate obediently. I gave her the nickname "Little White." I still had some sense of public responsibility, so I took Little White to the bushes to poop naked, using an eco-friendly dog poop container. After she was done, I cleaned up. I took photos with my digital camera, admiring how this girl, after my "training," could actually relieve herself like a dog in broad daylight. Seeing her picture on the school website—a picture of her as a student in Class 3, Grade 7 of XX Junior High School, named X Shiya, an excellent student with a strong sense of conduct and dedication to public service—wasn't that the same Shiya I was holding, completely naked? If her parents knew this unknown side of their daughter, being led around by me, peeing and pooping everywhere, and yet claiming to be an excellent student, I almost wanted to laugh. And her tender vagina had already been opened and tasted by me; now she comes to my place almost every day for greedy, wet sex, incredibly lewd. That innocent, childlike face—only her teachers, classmates, and parents are happy to see it. I'm even happier. Because I had already gotten there first, seducing Snow White's delicate body and enslaving her at my beck and call. I heard she was even elected the cutest little angel in the whole school, the class beauty. I took Snow White back to my place, bathed her, and then held this adorable little angel, thrusting in and out of her tiny, tight, tender vagina. The little girl let out moaning sounds of pleasure, gradually losing all sense of shame and enjoying the taste of sex. She secretly came to my place on holidays, saying she needed tutoring. After making love, I tutored her, and then we made love again. I had completely captured the heart of this little girl.

Once, she was thirsty, so I told her to open her mouth and urinated into it, making her drink it. She obediently drank it. She tried her best to maintain her pure and excellent image, afraid of being exposed, like fragile glass carefully protected, and I was the one holding the glass. Whenever I was unhappy, I could let go, shattering the glass and causing her great distress. Therefore, she was terrified and became completely subservient to me, playing different personas in real life. In my presence, she had nothing; she was a pitiful girl, a self-destructive, withered flower, devoid of any dignity. Even in high school and university, she dared not have a boyfriend. Because I was her only master, she knew she was my only plaything, and she needed to make me happy and satisfied, otherwise she would smash her image and reveal the whole truth. So we reached a tacit understanding, and gradually I fell in love with her. She, too, tried to thwart my schemes by deeply loving me, hoping that my love for her would prevent me from destroying her beautiful image in front of others—her dignified, elegant, and outstanding qualities. Indeed, later I began to feel some tenderness towards her. After recognizing her as my girlfriend, I stopped taking her out for walks, letting others see her naked and her shameful behavior. I no longer felt excited; instead, I felt that embarrassing my girlfriend was also embarrassing myself. I became the one who fiercely protected that glass figure. She was somewhat disappointed; suddenly not being taken out by me to be humiliated felt unsettling. It turned out I had controlled her to this extent.

Oh! I sexually assaulted and raped three girls in total. This is a true story.

[The End]

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