Women are like wolves and tigers!

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Two days ago, I had a fight with my boyfriend and ran away to my hometown to stay temporarily. However, my boyfriend was busy with work at the end of the year, so he didn't have time to pay attention to me at all. But to my surprise, my parents needed to leave Hong Kong for three days for work, so I was free for those few days. After work, I immediately ran to the mini-storage facility to retrieve the travel bag containing
my sex toys and rushed home. In the elevator, my vulva was already eagerly wet, and my buttocks were filled with sweat... As soon as I stepped into the house, I took off all my clothes and opened the travel bag full of sex toys (I'll share the origin of so many sex toys another time). In the bathroom, I shaved off the newly grown pubic hair. I like the feeling of not having pubic hair to cover me; it adds a sense of shame.
I went into the bathtub and used the shower head to give myself an enema. "Ugh...ugh...oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...it feels so good..." I couldn't help but insert the shower head into my already loosened anus and thrust in and out repeatedly. The jet of water made me very painful, but also extremely excited. After washing myself clean, I turned off the shower head and took out a vibrating dildo to stimulate my clitoris.
"Ah...ah..." My entire vagina felt sore and weak. The intense urge to urinate was unbearable. The pores on my legs stood on end, my nipples hardened, and my breasts swelled up with a tingling, numbing sensation that reached the back of my head. I had to rub my breasts vigorously to feel any relief.
This tingling, itchy, and slightly painful sensation made me dizzy. "I can't take it anymore! Oh..."
I couldn't bear the emptiness inside my vagina, the feeling of thousands of ants crawling and occasionally biting me. I could only relieve my itch by repeatedly and rapidly thrusting the vibrating dildo in my hand.
"Oh..." I thrust too hard, causing urine to splash everywhere. My labia were turned inside out, red and swollen, and I couldn't tell if they were contracting or expanding. My anus and vagina couldn't close at all, as if they were about to be forced out of my body, but they would contract rapidly when stimulated. My vulva was constantly opening and closing.
I turned the vibration up to the maximum. "Ah...ah...ga...ga...I can't take it...help..."
My legs were numb and weak, convulsing and trembling. My pores stood on end, and my hands and feet were ice cold. "Ah...ya...ah...ya..." I almost fainted on the spot. When I caught my breath, it was already past 11 p.m.
I put on the homemade restraint device (actually, it was a water bottle buckle that elementary school students use to fasten the mouth of water bottles and carry them on their shoulders
. I used rubber bands to string two water bottle buckles together to form an "8" shape, and then threaded two rubber fishing lines through the holes that were originally used to thread cloth shoulder straps and tied them together. When worn, it looked like a "V" from the front. When wearing it, the two water bottle buckles would be tightly pressed against the vagina and anus, and the rubber fishing lines on both sides of the "V" would be looped to the groin and then hung on the shoulders). Then I took out a 28-centimeter-long double-headed dragon and inserted it to the deepest part of my anus, and another double-headed dragon about 20 centimeters long and inserted it into my vagina.
Whoosh… After much effort, it finally reached the deepest point. The double-headed grommet in my anus was so deep I couldn't even find the end. I fastened the ends of both grommetes tightly to the two buckles on the retainer, and immediately hung the elastic bands on both sides over my shoulders, now tightly stuffed into my lower body. I took out a mirror to look at my lower body, and all I saw were two yellow rubber rings tightly pressed together, with two semi-circular things in the middle of the rings stretching my vagina and anus open, preventing them from closing.
My legs were trembling uncontrollably. I tried to calm myself down and put on a black, thick windbreaker, the style of which was like a dress, about 5 or 6 inches above the knee. It was a front-button design with a slit at the back, so that my inner thighs could be seen when I walked. The neckline wasn't very low, but it was a loose, reversed collar, mainly held up by a belt. When I bent over, my chest was easily seen, which looked quite sexy.
I fastened the buttons and tied the belt in my back, and checked myself in the mirror before leaving. I hurriedly grabbed an eco-friendly bag and put in my Octopus card, a few loose clothespins, half a bottle of water, several packs of tissues, cigarettes, and a mask. Wearing only my watch, I carefully slipped on my rubber-soled sandals and headed out. I walked down the stairs to the next floor, hiding the key inside the fire hydrant door for safety.
In the elevator, I regretted inserting the key so quickly. My anus was drenched in sweat, and the two openings couldn't close, causing the surrounding tender flesh to rub painfully. A tingling sensation kept shooting through my head. Not wanting to be discovered by the security guard, I left from the terrace garden floor. The journey was smooth, and I planned to walk to the factory area near my home (a place I often expose myself to). As
I walked towards the glass door, I saw a middle-aged man approaching. He looked like he'd been drinking heavily. I ignored him and quickly opened the glass door and stepped out. He saw me and took a step back, as if letting me go first. I didn't think much of it and walked out, but unexpectedly, the man squeezed in at the same time, forcing me towards the glass door. Instinctively, I turned my back to him and put my hands in front of my chest, but this pressed his body tightly against mine.
"Ah..." I accidentally cried out, thankfully not very loudly. My lower body was hit hard, and I felt a sharp pain. I was hit to the climax by two double-headed dragons. I struggled to break free from him and squeezed out of the door, looking back at him with a dissatisfied gaze, but he just stood there, pushing the door open, staring at my face and lower body with a strange look, as if in a daze.
At this moment, I felt a cold, wet sensation on my inner thigh. Oh no! I felt liquid flowing down my inner thigh, not sure if it was urine or vaginal fluid. Without thinking, I immediately ran towards the back stairs. Although this reaction was shameful, it was better than having someone see the liquid flowing down my legs.
As I walked, I looked back and saw that the man was still staring at me. I only stopped after running down two floors of the back stairs, my whole body covered in cold sweat and my heart racing. After calming down, I looked around and, seeing no one, cleaned up the discharge—it was white. I was crouching at the corner of the stairs, unable to stand up; my stomach was in excruciating pain, and the rubber edge of the restraint was digging tightly into the tender flesh of my vagina and anus.
Just as I was wondering if I should remove the restraints, I heard footsteps. Oh… I couldn't escape it. It was a man in his thirties, wearing a suit, walking up the stairs from the lower floor. I saw him peeping under my skirt, but he was afraid of being discovered.
"Heh… every man is the same. Since you look alright in your suit, I'll give you a little treat!" I continued crouching, pretending to fix the buckle on my sandals. Haha… I knew he was already impatiently peeping, because the shadow under the streetlights had given him away. His pace slowed.
"I wonder if he can see what's going on with my genitals? Hehe… peeping all you want! Don't understand what's in my genitals? Find out! I'm in a good mood today."
I could already see his legs; I was very nervous. Suddenly! I quickly looked up at him and saw that he was so focused on seeing my exposed chest that he had tilted his neck to the side, his mouth was agape, and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out. He must have noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra under my wide neckline. When our eyes met, we stared at each other blankly for a few seconds, and then he suddenly ran away. I was completely flustered, my face turned bright red, and my heart was racing. Haha, it was so funny!
I walked out of the mall onto the street, heading towards the industrial area. The weather wasn't too cold. All the way, I kept thinking about what had just happened: "I wonder if that jerk did it on purpose—was it his leg or his hand? But he hit me so hard, it hurts so much. He probably noticed something was stuck in my genitals. I'll wear a mask for safety."
My genitals were already at their limit. I decided to go to the women's restroom in the park to remove it, thinking, "Next time, I'll put it on after I get downstairs." The consequence of walking so fast was that my anus and vagina were forced open and couldn't close. There was a strong urge to defecate, like it was about to explode inside my anus. Ugh…ugh…the constant rubbing of my labia was unbearable. Ah…my genitals, inner thighs, and forehead were covered in sweat.
As soon as I reached the park, I ran into the disabled toilet stall, took off my coat, removed the restraints, and pulled out the dildo. White, sticky fluid kept flowing from my vagina, and there was also some clear, jelly-like discharge from my anus. But the emptiness I felt after pulling out made me want to insert it again, creating a huge contradiction. So I started masturbating in the toilet stall...
I was startled by the sudden sound of a man talking loudly on the phone. I assumed he was a customer from a food stall in the industrial area relieving himself. (Let me briefly describe the design of this public restroom: the doors to the men's, women's, and disabled stalls aren't sealed; they're just made of metal pillars, making it look a bit like a prison. The pillars are angled towards the wall, creating a sense of enclosure. So, I wouldn't be seen in the disabled stall unless I walked right up to the door.)
Oh… he came out of the men's room. Afraid of being seen, I immediately shrank back. He was still talking loudly on the phone. I figured he'd drunk a lot, because his speech and pronunciation sounded completely unlike human speech. What's going on tonight? Another drunkard! I had to wait for him to leave before I went out.
What?! He was sitting less than a meter away from my stall, next to a flower bed, smoking and talking on the phone, his back to me. I wanted to wait for him to leave, but after about five minutes he still hadn't left. My inner demons started to surface. I took out the double-headed dildo and boldly masturbated, inserting it into my vagina and anus. I carefully pushed my breasts out from between the pillars, constantly watching the man outside. My heart was pounding. The friction during masturbation made wet sounds, and I was afraid of being discovered. It was very exciting.
After what seemed like an eternity (about fifteen minutes), I felt a bit bored and stopped masturbating.
When I calmed down and looked closely, I realized the man was drunk and asleep. So I put the restraints and the dildo back on. This time, I clipped two clothespins to the elastic fishing line hanging on my shoulder before clipping my nipples. If I moved too much, the clothespins on the elastic fishing line would pull on my nipples, giving them an unexpected and sudden pleasurable sensation.
Then I clipped one clothespin to my clitoris. Oh, it was so high! It was unbearable. My legs were numb and weak, and
my whole body was convulsing and trembling. I couldn't stay still at all. Still no luck. I removed the clitoral clip, put on my coat, and tied the belt around my back. There were no buttons, so I had to cover myself with my hands as I carefully walked out.
When I reached the public restroom, there was no one there except for that man. I cautiously walked behind him, pulled the coat down to my waist, and then pulled on the clips on my nipples. Oh! It felt so good, so painful, and I wanted to scream, but I was afraid of waking the drunk man in front of me. On the other hand, I had to keep an eye on the area outside the restroom so I would have enough time to escape if anyone approached.
My courage began to grow. I took off the coat and hung it on my hand, then, naked, I crept to the entrance of the restroom. Hehe, no one was there. I walked up to the drunk man, put my legs on the wooden chair he was sitting on, and rubbed my clitoris, which was engorged with blood and swollen to the size of a soybean.
"Wake up! You're not dreaming, there really is a naked woman standing in front of you, masturbating..." While excitedly playing with my genitals, the sound of flushing water from the public restroom suddenly made me tense. "I haven't confirmed if anyone's in the men's or women's restrooms yet, better safe than sorry."
I put on my coat, covering the openings with my hands, and went into the women's restroom. No one was there. I hesitated before checking the men's restroom. I took a deep breath and cautiously went into the men's restroom to check. I was very nervous, my heart was pounding. No one was in the stalls. I peeked into the stalls and saw that all the doors were open. I quickly went into a stall to check again, and breathed a sigh of relief. Afraid someone might come in, I immediately ran to the side of the men's restroom door to peek. Besides the drunk man, there was no one outside.
Just as I was about to step out of the men's restroom, "Ring...ring..." The sudden ringing of the phone terrified me. I quickly hid back in the men's restroom, running to the last stall to hide. I dared not move, afraid of making a sound. I sat on the toilet, waiting and waiting... I heard the sound of urination and the sound of boiling water. I looked at my watch; ten minutes had passed, but I still dared not make any move. Suddenly...
"Hey... Old Ghost! Are you there? You @w... If you can't drink, don't pretend you can!" A rough male voice woke me up.
"Hahaha... Ugh?" A hoarse male voice, and the sound of urine hitting the urinal.
"Oh no! I actually fell asleep!" I panicked and immediately locked the door, took out my coat from my bag and put it on.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Old Ghost! Is that you in there?" The hoarse man.
"Don't come in... Don't bang on the door anymore..." I thought, afraid to make a sound in the toilet stall.
"Hey! Is anyone there... Old Ghost, is that you?" The rough man.
"Damn! I'll go over to the next stall and see if Old Ghost is asleep there. Haha!" The hoarse man.
Hearing this, I trembled all over, almost crying. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I were discovered—whether I'd been gang-raped or something. I curled up on the ground, not knowing what to do. I wondered if I could pretend I'd gone into the wrong men's room if I saw them.
Suddenly, the phone rang again. "Hey! Old Ghost! Where the hell have you been? You said you wanted to go to Sha Tsui to call a prostitute, damn it! You really are something. Wait by my truck!" a hoarse man said, his voice fading into the distance…
Thank goodness, it was a close call. I didn't dare leave the stall; my legs were trembling uncontrollably. I was worried someone else would come in. When I calmed down, I realized it was already 1 a.m. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw no one. I decided to straighten my clothes and pretend nothing had happened before leaving the men's room. If a man came in, I could just say I'd gone into the wrong room.
I left the men's room without incident. The drunk man outside was gone. I wondered if he was Old Ghost? Stepping into the factory area, I lit a cigarette to calm myself. As I passed the food stalls, I subconsciously searched for the people who had made those two noises in the men's restroom, wanting to see their faces.
Just as I was engrossed in looking, a sudden whistling and laughter startled me.
(Prologue)
I looked towards the source of the sound, my first thought being the hoarse man and the rough man in the men's restroom—that would be terrible. Phew—it turned out to be six or seven motorcycle gang members gathered at the railing, better than I had imagined.
"Hey, pretty lady, interested in riding a motorcycle?"
"Wow, so sexy! Even though you're wearing a windbreaker, you're so sexy it's like you're naked."
"Want to have some fun?"
Seeing the deserted street, and that I was the only woman in the food stalls besides the beer girls, it was best to leave as soon as possible. If they discovered that the woman in front of me was a perverted slut with two dildos inserted into her vagina and two clips on her nipples, the consequences were unimaginable.
I hurried away, thankfully they didn't follow. The escape pushed me to my limit; the constant friction and stimulation of my unable-to-close anus and vaginal opening left both orifices and inner thighs wet, indistinguishable between sweat and vaginal fluid. Ugh!
I entered a long but relatively safe back alley. Many taxis, trucks, and private cars were parked there at night. I lingered in the alley for a while, checking that no one was around, then hid inside the fire escape exit of one of the factories (the iron gates of those fire escape exits were recessed inwards, with only faint light inside). Hiding in these recesses made me difficult to spot, but I was still a little worried. So, while peeking around, I crouched down and carefully pulled up my shirt to loosen the restraints and remove the toy.
Ah! As I released my nearly spasmodic genitals, milky white vaginal fluid continuously flowed from my vagina and anus, covering both orifices completely with white fluid, making my hands and lower body sticky. But after pulling out, the emptiness compelled me to insert it again. I had to use a toy to rub my vagina and anus to slowly relax.
Checking that no one was around, I reattached the restraints and the dildo. This time, to increase the difficulty, I added a clothespin to clamp my clitoris. Oh...it was so uncomfortable! My entire vulva was numb and painful, and I uncontrollably leaked urine.
I put on a mask, unbuttoned my coat, and carefully exposed myself, only covering my undershirt with my hands. I hunched over, using vehicles as cover, the tension of not knowing when someone would appear making my heart race and my throat parched.
But if I moved too much, it would pull on the elastic band holding my nipples together with my clothespins, causing sharp pain. I ducked into another fire escape exit, finished my water bottle, and put my Octopus card, tissues, and a folded reusable bag into my coat pocket.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a lock opening! The sudden situation startled me. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps fading away before I reacted. Peeking out, I saw it was the building manager. I carefully followed him, my footsteps barely touching the ground. I slid down my windbreaker to reveal my smooth upper body, maintaining a distance of about six or seven cars as I walked...
"I'm really lucky tonight, two times in a row without incident. The two exits are side by side, thankfully I didn't hide in the wrong place. If he had turned right, I would have had nowhere to escape and would have been trapped at his mercy. Hehe! But Uncle Manager, you're really unlucky. There's a naked woman following you and you didn't even notice. If you had discovered me, you could have grabbed my breasts and dug into my cunt until you were satisfied. Hehe..."
I was too excited. Of course, that was impossible! I was afraid he would turn around, so I followed him while dodging between the cars. When he reached the intersection of the main street, he turned and left. I guessed he was probably patrolling the back staircase of the factory and then going back through the main entrance. Since it was too close to the main street, he was going in the opposite direction.
Being naked in the street was exhilarating, giving me a sense of liberation, but my body felt the opposite. My muscles were tense, my legs were trembling, I felt a constant urge to urinate, my throat was dry, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my mouth.
Midway through, I spotted a taxi; the driver was asleep across the front seat. After checking that it was safe, I couldn't suppress my urge. I put my windbreaker on the ground, lifted my genitals close to the car door, removed the restraints, and spread my legs, intending to masturbate towards him for ten seconds. But my vagina and rectum had probably already adapted; even after removing the restraints, the double-headed dragon and dildo didn't fall out.
I decided to remove the restraints and the clips on my clitoris first, leaving only the clothespins on my nipples, because the two elastic bands hanging on my shoulders were painful, and the clips on my clitoris weren't comfortable either. As soon as the clamps were released, ah…
my tender clitoris, already flattened and white, became engorged again, making me both itchy and painful. While rubbing my clitoris, I took out the dildo and half-squatted down to masturbate towards it.
“Look! Look! This isn’t a dream! You might never have this opportunity again in your life. One… two… three…” When I counted to “three,” fearing someone or a car might pass by, I decided to put on my windbreaker first. I inserted the two dildos as far as they could and continued walking. When I reached the intersection with the main street, I saw no one around, no cars coming, and many tour buses parked on both sides of the street. Suddenly, I felt an eerie silence, as if time had stopped, and my mind went blank.
I decided to challenge myself further, so I mustered my courage, took off my windbreaker, placed it on the back of a truck, and ran naked across the street. Like a madman, I completely ignored my surroundings, my hands reaching behind my back to press against my anus and vaginal opening to prevent the dildo inside from falling out. Running caused the two clothespins on my chest to swing back and forth, making my nipples ache.
Reaching the other side, I hid beside the tour bus and immediately surveyed the street. Nobody was there; it was safe. I was excited.
At the far end of the street, at the intersection, was a commercial building, and opposite it was a gas station. I decided my goal was to get as close to it as possible. As I ran naked to within striking distance of the building, I clearly saw the gas station employees' every move. I stopped, because I truly didn't have the courage to have my naked body witnessed by so many people.
I ran across the street again, intending to run back as fast as I could to put on my windbreaker. In such a dangerous position, I could only run at top speed. Looking closely, I noticed the lights were on in the passenger compartment of a tour bus parked on the opposite side of the road, and the driver was staring at me in disbelief. I was excited and waved to him as I ran past.
Reaching the back alley, I immediately retrieved my windbreaker and hid among the trucks, quickly putting it on. Finally, I succeeded! Ha...ha...haha... My face was burning red. I took off my mask, my throat was extremely dry, my heart felt like it was going to burst, and my whole body was shaking violently, especially my legs. I hurriedly fled the scene, first pulling out the dildo and clothespin from my genitals and putting them back in my reusable bag. I wiped my genitals clean with tissues as I walked, but they hurt a lot, so I checked my genitals in front of a mirror pillar outside a garage.
I found that my vagina and anus were swollen and turned inside out, with bright red flesh exposed, opening and closing as if it were alive, and slippery fluid was constantly dripping from my inner thighs; my labia seemed to be bleeding a little, apparently injured by the rubber rings of the retainer. My legs couldn't close tightly, and I walked strangely. I thought this feeling was like being gang-raped by dozens of men, physically painful, but mentally very satisfied.
After pulling out the dildo, my two orifices felt empty. Although it was uncomfortable, I didn't dare to put it back in. It had been a long time since I had been so recklessly naked. I took a detour and returned to the intersection to go home. As I passed the commercial building, I tried to peek at the driver, but he was too far away to see clearly. I could only see the car lights were still on, but I couldn't spot the driver.
"I really wonder what he was thinking when he saw a naked woman with her slippery vulva exposed, running wildly down the street covering her genitals with one hand and waving at him? Was he excited or shocked? Hehe~~ Tonight has been so smooth!"
As I waited to cross the street at the open-air parking lot I had passed earlier, I checked my watch. It was almost 3 a.m. I thought to myself that tonight had gone so smoothly, and I didn't know when I would have another chance like this, so I decided to let loose a little longer. I walked down a winding path between the open-air parking lot and the commercial building (this path led into the parking lot; at the end of the path was a roundabout, ahead of which was a park built along the seaside—or rather, half a park, as the original park along the sea was later expanded into a sports stadium, dividing it in two, with the two sides separated by iron fences).
I walked into the roundabout and checked the cars and streets; there was no one there. The only thing I couldn't see clearly was the toll booth at the entrance to the open-air parking lot. Due to the temperature difference, the booth's glass was fogged up. I didn't think much of it, using the cars parked along the roundabout as cover, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked, touching my clitoris as I continued into the roundabout. Halfway through, I simply took off my windbreaker and put it in my reusable bag, carrying the bag on my back and walking slowly and excitedly.
Because the bend was narrow, large vehicles couldn't drive in, and most of the parked cars were private cars and motorcycles. So even with vehicles as cover, it only covered half of my body, but I didn't care. I thought if they saw a completely naked beautiful woman, they would be stunned and unable to do anything.
There was nothing special at the roundabout. I first checked the situation in the park. There was no one inside, so it was very safe. After entering, I excitedly walked to a bench and urinated in the wild. But my genitals were already a mess, and my labia were turned outwards, so urination was not normal. The urine flowed and dripped everywhere like a weak showerhead.
After cleaning up, I put the reusable bag in a dark place in the park, and then walked around the park completely naked. When I got to the stone railing by the sea and looked at the dark sea, and there was no one around, I decided to do one more earth-shattering naked run before going home.
My plan was to run out to the roundabout, around the bend, onto the main street, and then back to the park via the path between the open-air parking lot and the sports stadium. As I thought about it, my lower body involuntarily became wet. I couldn't control myself anymore, and strode out of the park, quickly running to the roundabout. Just as I was about to continue forward, suddenly I saw lights ahead of the bend, and they were moving! I looked up—oh no! A police car!
I was terrified. I immediately turned and ran. The headlights were already shining on my back, casting my shadow on the park wall. I was terrified; I had really gone too far this time! I ran into the park like a madwoman towards the reusable shopping bags. "Thud!" I fell, trembling with pain.
I frantically scrambled to my feet, but slipped again… urine started dripping out. I had lost control! I had lost control! And I was slipping on my own urine. "Don't come in! Please don't come in..." I prayed as I crawled on the ground, took out my windbreaker and sat down to put it on. I didn't dare to stand up, afraid of being seen by them, because the wall was only waist-high, and the upper part was barbed wire and sparse shrubs.
I was terrified, huddled under the bench in the pavilion, afraid the police would arrest me, even more afraid my boyfriend would have to bail me out, afraid of being on the front page of the newspaper, afraid my family and friends would find out about my fetish. I needed to calm down, calm down…
I kept watching the park entrance from under the bench, but it had been a few minutes since then. I thought if the police came in, they wouldn't give me time to get dressed. I peeked out through the trees, and I wasn't mistaken—it was a police car, with two male officers beside it, one of them on a walkie-talkie.
I couldn't think any further. I endured the pain, bent down, and ran to the beach to throw away the entire reusable bag. There was only one exit. If I walked out dressed and pretended to be normal, they would definitely check my ID, which I didn't have with me. If they searched me, they would find that I was completely naked underneath, with my vagina and anus full of semen, swollen and everted.
I didn't want to sit and wait to die, so I went to the iron fence separating the park to find a way out. I found it was simpler than I thought; I should be able to climb over from the side. I stood on the stone railing, gripping the iron bars tightly with both hands. Half of me was suspended in the air above the sea. My only worry was avoiding getting my clothes caught or pricked by the spikes. My biggest fear was that I couldn't swim and would fall into the sea and freeze to death.
Success! I climbed into the enclosure. I carefully looked for a place to hide. I went to check the large park area. Only a few people were fishing in the distance, so they wouldn't easily spot me. But the iron railing here was more secure than the previous one. Besides the spiked spears at the top, resembling those of the Boy Scouts, there were also rings of wire with sharp hooks where the stone and iron railings met. Then I heard the clanging of keys behind me. I feared someone was inside and decided it wasn't wise to linger.
I steeled myself and climbed over the horizontal bar in the middle of the railing to escape, but the railing was too high, and my legs trembled uncontrollably as I climbed over it. Just as I stepped over the railing, I lost my footing and slipped from the top… I immediately gripped the railing tightly with both hands, but the sharp spears on the top of the railing pierced my right thigh and buttocks, causing me to cry out in pain. My coat was also pulled up by the barbs of the spears, like taking off a garment, from the back, leaving only my breasts and hands covered, my lower body completely exposed.
“It’s so shameful! I hope no one finds out! If I’m seen naked like this and people see and insult me as a pervert, or if someone calls the police and I have to wait for the firefighters to rescue me, it will be on the front page of tomorrow’s newspapers, with reports like ‘Perverted Woman Naked and Hanging from Railing,’ and my life will be over. Now I’m being displayed like this, is all I can do is wait to be rescued?”
There was no hope left, and tears streamed down my face. My hands were too weak to hold on any longer, and my coat had been pulled down to only cover my neck and arms. This is terrible! The overcoat completely covered my head, and I couldn't see anything. "Waaah... Waaah... Help..." I was terrified. I couldn't see or hear anything; I was almost losing my mind. I sensed that more than ten people were already gathered around, laughing and jeering.
"Help! Waaah... Waaah..." My legs were frantically trying to find a foothold. I had to escape! I had to escape!
Ah! I fell to the ground. It hurt so much! My right thigh and buttocks felt like they were torn, and my palms and knees were scraped. I endured the pain and immediately got up, pulling the overcoat down to cover my body. After looking around, I saw no one. I touched my thighs and buttocks and felt two swollen, worm-like wounds, wet and sticky. Fortunately, they only bled a little, but the hem of the overcoat was cut up to the waistband.
Huh? The waistband is gone! It turns out the waistband and some rags were hanging from the top of the iron bars. Why do I keep hearing rapid gasps? Oh no! This is terrible! I was being watched by a caretaker in his fifties or sixties sitting on a flower bed.
His extremely lewd gaze and smile terrified me. I don't know how long he had been watching me. Even though I was dressed, it felt like I was standing naked in front of him.
At that moment, my whole body stiffened, and I couldn't move at all. When he noticed me staring at him, the old man burst into laughter and walked towards me. I was so frightened that my legs gave way and I collapsed to the ground. After a moment of stunned silence, I hurriedly turned around and ran away like a madman, half-crawling and half-walking. I ran all the way to the platform garden and took the elevator home. Fortunately, nothing else happened on my way home.
"I kept blaming myself for not noticing the police car? Why was I so stupid not to wear a mask and let that caretaker see my face? Why did I dare to expose myself like that..." I thought regretfully, many scenes replaying in my mind. As soon as I stepped into the house, I was so exhausted that I took off my ripped windbreaker and collapsed onto the sofa, falling asleep almost instantly…
I didn’t wake up until after 4 p.m. the next day. During that time, I neither drew the curtains nor turned off the lights, and I lay there naked on the sofa, my body exposed to countless eyes. I was calm. I checked my phone and saw more than ten missed calls and messages from my boyfriend. I only sent him a text message saying, “I’m not feeling well, sorry. I’ll contact you when I feel better. Turn off your phone and go to sleep.”
Afterward, I went to the bathroom to wash my dirty body. My wounds were still a little sore while I was showering. As I applied scar cream, I kept regretting what I had done the night before. I wondered if there would be a scar on my hind leg? How could I wear a swimsuit in the future? But I was still full of doubts. I decided to go downstairs to get something to eat and then go back to the roundabout to observe.
I was filled with doubt, thinking, "Was the park dimly lit, which is why the police didn't spot me? But the headlights definitely shone all over my back. Or was the police car turning, making it hard for them to see me?"
Just then, I saw a private car drive in, and realized it was also silent. Ugh! What a failure! But actually, I was quite lucky; at least I didn't get arrested and end up on the front page of the newspaper. Oh well, I don't want to run into that park ranger again. I'd better go home. I'm going to write about this near-miss experience.

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