The Story of Desire, by asdf1478

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【The Story of Desire】

Author: asdf1478

Words: 3641

"A story, as it's called, is a machine that shows everyone the world it can see."

This is what's happening right now. I'm someone whose actions and thoughts are a bit off-track, so you might
find the logic strange. Honestly, even I find it unbelievable, but it's all true. Let's
rewind to last Sunday, a rare holiday with crowds after the pandemic restrictions were lifted. My boyfriend accompanied me to my parents' rare trip
up north. We ate at a famous buffet restaurant in a department store and chatted. Parents, of course, are always concerned
about the same things: our plans for the future—work, buying a house, and marriage.

My boyfriend has always been better at handling these kinds of things than I am, but he's never noticed the change in me. "Are you okay? They only come once in a while anyway, so it's fine if I come," my boyfriend whispered,

looking at my parents' worried expressions as they asked me what was wrong.
He thought I was tired of dealing with these things,
and in fact, I was. But I stared at the distorted light reflecting off the water in the glass, feeling
a surge of desire welling up inside me. Restless, yet feigning nonchalance, I took my phone from the bag in the storage basket under my seat
, pressed the shutter button under my skirt, and then suggested with a smile that we take some selfies with my parents and boyfriend and
post them on Instagram.

"I'm going to the restroom to change," I whispered to my boyfriend. He nodded and turned back to continue chatting with my dad about
the stock market and investments. "Where's the restroom?" My mom also needed to use the restroom. I took her hand, like a good daughter
.

But I lied. Isn't this different from what you imagine me to be? I'm bad, aren't I? Restrooms
, in essence, are just individual spaces where people are freed from their constraints, especially physiological ones. Every time I
enter a department store restroom, closing the door amidst the clean environment and soft music, I can't help but think of
those four-legged creatures in forums, social media, and porn.

The provocative theme of a park toilet as a place for sexual release guarantees high readership, even if it's a sensitive topic.
The eroticism derived from filth and lust lies in impulsiveness. So why do
people flock to department store toilets, which are supposedly clean and even have music? I asked you this in a previous Line message. I think
the stimulation from a department store toilet is more about the transgression of being spied on than the sexual release in a park toilet, especially for repressed women who
want to use this kind of display to tell everyone they're not innocent. At that time, I replied "Mm," but it was the first
time I agreed with your statement.

Now, three days later, following your words and my own desires, I took photos and went into the toilet.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really wore it. I told you this kind of innocent yet wanton look suits you best
. Secretly lifting your skirt in the restaurant, enjoying the thrill of being spied on, feeling satisfied, huh? And you wore it too, the one I gave you…
"

My phone vibrated repeatedly; it was his impatient barrage
of messages after I'd shown him the thong under his lace knee-length skirt on Line. I replied with a ">////<" emoji and a live
stream just for him.

The phone was propped up on the toilet seat. Facing the camera, I twisted my waist and lifted my skirt left and right,
letting him admire my exposed thighs and my toes, painted with
the pink nail polish he specified, on my slippers. I put my index finger to my lips and shushed him, bending down to
take my AirPods from the small bag of sanitary napkins on the toilet seat, then whispered into the camera, "I want your
big cock."

"So sudden! I'm not even hard yet," came the familiar smoky voice through the earpiece. He always seemed to be there
after our casual, half-hearted online sex sessions, suddenly sending a message with his erect penis straining against his underwear, accompanied by the visual impact of
, "Teacher, help me, how can I get hard enough so that when you put it in, I can't take it anymore?"

Watching him on the other side of the screen as he took off his workout pants—my favorite white bullet-shaped underwear—he
pulled out his not-fully-erect penis from the seam. Seeing the flesh-colored
fabric slightly peeking through his white underwear always made me irresistibly want to press the record button and masturbate in front of the screen.
We would release our pent-up desires in the short 10-second videos we exchanged, this emotionless passion fulfilling my fantasies. After the climax, we'd simply close
the app or the window, no more goodbyes—that was our unspoken agreement. We didn't ask how busy we were, but we always
seemed to coincidentally meet online.

"So you were practicing your arousal in the department store restroom, huh? I love teachers who're aroused every day. I just
sat there watching you seduce men in the public restroom. Everyone in the group is saying they want to see me fuck this sexy woman
!"

I just couldn't resist that smoky voice, that willful yet slightly disciplining tone.

I watched him adjust the camera angle, the image at a 45-degree angle to the phone on the table.
The volume bar on the phone screen slid to 100, and that all-too-familiar moaning sound came through the earphones. "Are you looking
here... staring at other people's girls like that is so perverted, staring at my pussy without blinking... so
filthy. You've been staring at the teacher's cunt since just now... playing with your dick, huh! So filthy... your dick...
has gotten so big... are you excited... does my body... make you feel this much... your dick is so hard
... show it to me... masturbating dick... perverted dick... so lewd... I want to be
filled with so much semen..."

He watched me masturbate on the screen while stroking my labia with his fingers on the screen, playing with
his penis. Watching the penis gradually go from half-hard to fully erect on the screen, I unconsciously closed my eyes, only hearing
my own lewd words and his panting in the earphones for a minute. My god! You know what, he's really good at this. He tried everything
to stimulate and tease me by repeatedly replaying that 10-second video on his phone screen, and he actually succeeded
. I could feel his desire and passion through the lens; my thighs were writhing restlessly, and my hips were swaying uncontrollably. What was
happening? My face, ears, and body were all burning hot. "Mmm...no, this is too much..." Perhaps
my pitiful voice was teasing his sensitive nerves.

"It must be nice to hear your usual moans coming from here, right? You look so sweet and dignified..."
"Love, deep down you're a wanton masochist. You're an animal that orgasms through sexual fantasies, aren't you? *Huff...huff...*"
The earphones in my ears amplified his breath in 3D, the distance making it hard to breathe. Suddenly,
goosebumps crawled all over my arms, tickling my skin. My lips were itching to answer his question, but he seemed to be giving me no
space to think. "You like being watched by strangers, right? Masturbating in the women's restroom isn't enough for you anymore! How about
we explore the men's restroom later? Sometimes you want to be held tightly, sexually harassed by strangers, saying things like, '
I won't let you rest until I ejaculate,' and then you'll be fucked several times in a short period. Finally, you'll get face-shot by many people,
fulfilling your wish from last time to be ejaculated on."

I enjoyed his lewd words, forgetting we were in a public place. I was dumbfounded, but all my
wanton switches were turned on, silently hoping he'd ejaculate on me. It would really make me feel like a bitch in heat all day.
Just as I finally couldn't help but beg softly for mercy, pulling the lace hem of my skirt, which had been lifted to my waist, close to my lips and biting it, gently
touching my soaking wet vulva with my fingers
, there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Knock...knock...Are you done yet? Did you hear anything just now?" It was my mother. I had been so engrossed in our own world that I
hadn't even noticed her flushing the toilet.

There was a kind of silence that came from helplessness. "Knock...knock...knock...Ting...Ya-Ting, Ya-Ting, are you calling for
help in the bathroom? (Taiwanese, are you daydreaming in the bathroom?)"

That moment of silence was basically simultaneous. As I was dealing with my mother outside the door, I heard
his lewd laughter coming from the other end of the camera. "Teacher! You lewd teacher Ya-Ting!" When that deliberately lowered, husky
voice pierced through the earphones, my body trembled. It was too much. Looking at my face in the split-screen view, my cheeks flushed
pink. In a dizzying excitement, my body felt like it had been flipped on a switch, my restrained rationality
swallowed by desire in the next second. It was an expression of lust.

"Mom, I'm fine, just a little upset stomach, Mom, do you want to go home first?" I replied guiltily.

"Great expression... that sexy look that belongs only to a teacher, so slutty, so eager to be fucked, Tingting... is your stomach
upset? Or is your little sister down there itchy and uncomfortable?" His teasing came through the earphones.

"It's okay, take it slow. You're renting a place alone, your meals aren't regular, of course your stomach isn't good."
I could hear the whirring of the hand dryer on the sink; my mother was facing away from my bathroom.

"I've been so busy lately, I haven't been eating properly."

"I want to hear Teacher Ya-ting's masturbation sounds. Tell me, the sound of you fiddling with your labia with your fingers right now...
You can put some of your vaginal fluid on your fingers and listen to that sticky sound..."

I knew he was toying with me, but I just couldn't get angry at him. Instead, I followed his instructions and,
unable to resist the temptation, started playing out a video sex BDSM scenario in the public restroom, which was just a door away from my family's house.

"Haha, I heard it! How was it, Ya-ting! Did you hear
the squeaking sound of your vaginal fluid being penetrated by your fingers? Even masturbation isn't about romantic sex anymore, it's about being
forced to be penetrated by a stranger. Ordinary masturbation fantasies can't satisfy you anymore, right?" I couldn't help but imagine
my hands rubbing together as the stranger's penis in the sound... constantly letting his fingers stimulate my sensitive areas
. "It's the one I bought for you!" he exclaimed, looking at me.

Perhaps it was the beads on the thong that activated my sensitive areas; I was soaking wet today. He domineeringly
ordered me to show him how wet I was. I adjusted my phone, focusing the camera upwards. I turned to face the door, and
the image of a string of beads being squeezed, pushed in, and pulled out of my crotch was so vivid. Perhaps it was the first time I was completely immersed
, and wave after wave of orgasms came uncontrollably. I was lost in wave after wave of desire, unwilling to pull away.

"Click," I pulled the door latch, but I don't know why. I only remember saying "open the door" mixed in with the teasing words.
The half-length mirror in front of the sink reflected my face: a disheveled top, a skirt rolled up to my waist
, and a thong pulled down to one side. "Ah!" I gasped, realizing my shameful state several seconds later
. I hurriedly peeked out; my mother had already gone out, and the bathroom was empty. I immediately prepared to close the door and pull the latch.

"Open the door, take off your underwear before closing it.

" "No way!"

"Why?

" "Because..."

"Because you'll find yourself looking like a total slut in the mirror. Looking at this slut in the mirror,
how can you look like someone who's available to everyone? That's you, Teacher Ya-ting.

" "I'm not..."

"You're not..."

"I am."

"That's what you said, so do it!"

I was angry at how easily he tricked me with his simple verbal traps, but I just couldn't bring myself
to refuse. Perhaps it was because his smile always made me feel at ease. Facing the mirror on the sink, I slowly pulled down,
lifted my leg, and hooked my toes, taking off the crotchless beaded thong I had specially worn. His cheering voice came through my headphones, "So beautiful
!" I scolded him, "Pervert!" He continued, "Teacher Ya-ting," and without thinking, I replied, "What?
" "Nothing, just wondering what kind of expression the perverted Teacher Ya-ting would have when she answered."

I closed the door, glanced at my watch; ten minutes had passed. I took out a wet wipe from my bag to wipe my damp lower body
. The live stream, now only for calls, was off. "Time to go," I said, still feeling unsatisfied. "Underwear?" he
asked, remembering something. "I put it in my bag. These underwear are so uncomfortable," I complained,
feeling wet and uncomfortable after wearing them for less than two hours.

"Since you've taken them off, put them away," he said, something that seemed completely unexpected.

"Huh?"

"If they're uncomfortable, don't wear them. But these underwear must be quite comfortable rubbing against your skin, so why don't you try putting
your beads

in?" For the first time, his words carried a mixture of expectation and hesitation.

"So... will obedient Luna get a treat?"

"Yes~ I'll screenshot and edit the photos and post them in the group chat, making everyone in the group incredibly envious." He paused for a moment, "Recording every
lewd angle of yours and every wanton moan is my pleasure, my good wife." I was drawn to his
compositions and the context, observing the subtle differences in each sexy pose, and then providing my imagination about desire.

"I love you, honey~" I pressed the end call button, straightened my clothes and skirt, and
walked towards the family rest area in front of the restroom after the sound of running water. I took my mother's hand and said I'd take her to the night market tonight. I'm still
his good daughter, and my boyfriend's good girlfriend. But what they don't know is that tonight, wearing sexy beaded panties, those beads are brewing the next round of lewdness

inside my vagina .

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