【A Virgo's Path to Self-Discovery】(3)

(III)

After running all the way out, I was panting heavily. The experience was still too unbelievable for me.

I had always been a good girl, whether at home, at school, or with friends, especially in

front of strangers. I was basically quiet and well-behaved.

Now that I was on the main street, it was already dark. I looked at my watch and it was 11 o'clock.

Although it was just the beginning of the day for night owls, it was

rest time for most people.

There was no one on the street. Occasionally, one or two cars would whiz by. I sat on the stone edge of

the sidewalk and slowly began to think about my crazy actions. Without the cacophony of rock music

and the dazzling lights, I gradually calmed down.

There was no one around. Although there were streetlights overhead, I couldn't see anything in the distance, yet

I wasn't afraid at all.

I looked at myself: my snow-white shoulders and chest, my alluring black vest and suspender stockings,

and a large section of my fair, translucent thigh exposed between the stockings and the vest and skirt. At the base of my thighs was my virgin vulva, completely exposed to

the air , with traces of fluid still clinging to it, as if proclaiming a wild past.

Slowly, my calmed heart began to stir again. A voice inside me screamed, "There's nobody here anyway

, just expose everything!"

The thought caused a slight spasm in my chest—a symptom of my sensitive constitution when excited. I ran to a trash can

in front of me to ponder, and suddenly found a pair of discarded scissors. The handle was broken in half,

but it was still usable. Thinking about it, I felt my vaginal fluids increase again.

I returned to the streetlight, looked around again, and found no one. So, I began my exhibitionist

journey. I inserted the scissors into the part of my vest covering my navel, and then slowly cut

the hem of my vest around my slender waist. The hem was thin; it didn't take much effort, and I cut it all off in a few strokes. Then I

looked around to make sure no one was there, and with a thud, my skirt fell down and landed on my feet.

If anyone were to pass by now, they would definitely see a tall, innocent-looking girl with long, fair hair,

wearing a black push-up vest. The vest only covered the lower half of her chest and up to her navel,

and she wore black stockings with garter belts. Since the straps had nowhere to hold them up, they were hanging loosely on her legs, with

the stockings only covering half of her thighs.

What was most arousing was that from her navel to halfway down her thighs, she was completely

naked ! Her private parts were exposed. What's even more remarkable is that there wasn't a single hair below her flat stomach

; you could vaguely see the petals between her legs.

My God! It was so stimulating! Standing under the light, I was completely flustered, my chest heaving as I gasped for

breath. I lifted my foot, completely stripped off the cut-off corset and skirt, and

ran along the sidewalk towards the darkness. I felt a pang of regret; being almost completely naked in the street at night—what if some bad guy passed by?

Wouldn't I be brutally violated?

With a mix of trepidation and a twisted hope, I ran into the alley shrouded in darkness, instinctively

thinking that no one could see me in the dark, and perhaps I'd be safer. I walked cautiously, relying on the faint light of the night sky

.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise to my left, as if it were right next to my ear. My mind went blank, and I stood frozen

in the dark alley, not daring to breathe. Then, the sound of a lighter striking the ground rang out, and

a wisp of smoke drifted towards me. Through the dim light of the smoke and the flame, I saw the calm,

resolute face of a middle-aged man.

He looked at me quietly, took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled slowly, and then walked towards me step by step.

Only then did I truly understand what it meant for my heart to leap out of my throat. As he drew closer, his face became

clearer , his features resolute and angular, his eyes like an ocean that plunged me into them.

He was half a head taller than me even in my high heels. He stared silently into my eyes, then down to

my chest, and then down to my groin. Suddenly, he grabbed my right leg, and I cried out, trembling,

"Ah...ah..."

Ignoring my screams, the man abruptly lifted my right leg above my head. I

lost my balance and grabbed the wall for support. Now I was like a ballet dancer, one

foot on the ground, the other raised above my head, my long, sexy legs stretched into

a 180-degree split.

The middle-aged man slowly crouched down, examining my vulva closely by the light of his lighter. I don't know

why, but my body seemed to be under a spell, unable to resist, unable to move or make a sound, just

letting this complete stranger do as he pleased.

My legs were wide open, and my vagina, which I had been trying so hard to keep closed, could no longer be closed. The opening of my labia suddenly

parted , and the fluid that had been accumulating inside gushed out like a burst dam. My whole body trembled slightly, and I

moaned intermittently...

It felt like only a few seconds had passed, yet it also felt like centuries. He slowly lowered my right leg, grabbed my chin with

one large hand, lifted my upturned face, and looked at me. At that moment, besides the calmness in his eyes,

I also saw a hint of madness and brutality. He whispered in my ear, "I'll do you tomorrow."

He turned and left, tossing me a car key.

My mind went completely blank. I watched his back as he walked through the front door. A black

sedan was parked beside it. I drove his car home, still dazed, his last words echoing in my mind. I drifted off

to sleep.

The next day I woke up much more alert. Everything was back to normal. I felt like I didn't recognize myself at all

. Although I had indeed thought about how to rebel, I never imagined it would escalate to this extreme.

Recalling the last thing he said to me yesterday, I couldn't help but mutter, "You said you'd do it to me,

and you expect me to willingly offer my virginity? That's too much!" Though I muttered this, a

surge of anger welled up inside me: 'Hmph! Aren't you afraid I'll steal your car... Fine, I'll go, I'll provoke you to death, but I won't give it to you.'

"You..." Lost in thought, the day passed, and night began to fall.

(To be continued)

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