Young woman with exhibitionist tendencies

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Last September, I went to his hometown, a small city in the south, because we planned to get married during the National Day holiday.

That evening, when I arrived at his house, he mysteriously said to me, "Xiaoyue, let's go to the park and have some fun tomorrow." Seeing his mischievous look, I knew what he was thinking, so I waited for tomorrow with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

The next day, I was woken up while still hugging my pillow.

"Get up, what time is it?"

"Okay, don't wake me up, I still want to sleep." I wasn't planning to get up.

Then, he pulled off my blanket, and "smack!" I got a slap on the bottom.

"Ouch, that hurts!" I sat up abruptly, rubbing my bottom, and pouted, saying, "So hard, doesn't it hurt?"

"Don't you like it when people slap your bottom?" he said, feigning annoyance.

After I showered, he brought me some clothes.

"Wear this today."

I looked at them; they were red lace panties and a bra, and a black spaghetti strap dress. I put it on; the dress was just knee-length. In any case, it wasn't considered revealing. I blinked at him, and he seemed to understand what I meant. He leaned close to my ear and said, "You have to listen to me later, or else—" He then pinched my butt hard.

When we arrived at XX Park, he started showing me around. The weather wasn't very hot, but he kept making me drink water. Around 10:30, I told him I needed to use the restroom.

"It's just ahead, go ahead," he said.

I walked away, but then came back.

"What kind of park is this? You have to pay to use the restroom!" I said angrily, because I usually don't carry any money.

—"Oh, it's only one yuan, you can give it to me."

—"You just met me today? I never carry money. Give it to me."

—"How can I give you my money?"

—"You, you—" I didn't know what to say, and I also noticed his strange look.

—"Xiaoyue, you have to give me something in return."

—"What do you want—?" At this point, I knew he definitely wouldn't give it to me easily.

"Underwear and bra"

—"How about I go inside and take them off for you?" I blushed a little.

—"Of course not!"

—"Then where am I supposed to take them off?"

—"That's your problem. It's 10:30 now. I'll wait for you at the gazebo." His tone was completely non-negotiable: "If you don't give them to me by 11, you can pee outside." With that, he walked towards the gazebo.

I stood there for a few seconds, the urge to pee was almost unbearable. I thought it wouldn't be hard to find a secluded spot in the park, so I walked towards the wooded area.

But I soon realized there was no secluded spot at all. It was crowded on the weekend. I checked my watch and it was already 4:45. And my husband said he would definitely do it.

I had no choice but to walk into a grove of flowers and sit down next to a large cluster of flowers, fighting the urge to pee. Five minutes passed, and no one passed by. I slowly unzipped the back of my dress, let down the straps, and took off my bra. But I don't know if it was because I was too nervous or what, but I couldn't zip up the back of the dress properly no matter how many times I tried. My heart pounded, and I almost peed.

While I was still struggling, I heard someone approaching. I panicked.

"I can't let anyone see me like this!"

I quickly adjusted my tank top, leaning against the bushes, which were over a meter tall, to cover my bare back. Just then, they were in front of me—a boy and a girl, probably students. They glanced at me, then paused. "Huh?" the boy said, stopping and staring at me.

I hesitated too, then suddenly realized my bra, which I had just taken off, was right next to me. I didn't know what to do—holding it or not.

"Come on, what are you looking at?" Luckily, the girl pulled the boy away.

After they left, I quickly put the bra in my bag. I let out a long sigh of relief and finally zipped up the back zipper. I didn't dare take my underwear off there anymore, so I stood up and walked away.

It was already 50 minutes past the hour, and I needed to get back to the pavilion by 11 o'clock. I walked to another flowerbed, sat down, and after checking that no one was around, I reached under my skirt and pulled down my underwear. I thought it would only take a few seconds, but I forgot to take off my shoes. I really shouldn't have worn sneakers today.

I quickly untied my shoelaces, but was startled by a voice.

—"Miss, doing business here?"

I was looking down while untying my shoelaces when I heard the voice and looked up to see a man in his thirties wearing a uniform that said "security guard.

" —"No, I'm not." I knew what he thought of me.

—"No, why are you taking your pants off in broad daylight?" he said, squatting down in front of me.

—"I—" I couldn't think of an explanation. Seeing that my pants were still on my feet, I hurriedly tried to pull them up.

"—Do you want to come to the police station with me, or pay the fine?" He grabbed my hand. "You out-of-town sluts, you solicit customers even during the day." "

—I don't want to go to the police station." I was really scared; what if word got out?

"—Then pay 500." He snatched my handbag, and seeing me trying to pull up my pants, added, "Don't move."

He quickly noticed that besides some women's items, my handbag contained only a bra. He looked at me and reached for my chest. I quickly covered myself with my hands—"Take your hands away," he said fiercely.

I reluctantly removed my hands, and he grabbed my chest a few times, pinching one of my nipples, saying, "So you've been naked all along. How big are your breasts?"

Seeing I didn't answer, he pinched hard, and I cried out in pain—"How big?" "

—32C," I whispered, barely audible to myself.

"—What do you suggest we do?" He threw the handbag back at me.

"—Let me go first, I'll give you the money later, okay?" I said, almost pleading.

"—You think I'm taking your money?"

"—Then what do you want?" I thought it was daytime, he wouldn't do anything, right?

"—Put your pants back on."

I quickly pulled up my pants, feeling a little more at ease.

"—I can let you go, but you have to promise me one thing, otherwise, you'll come with me to the police station." His tone left no room for negotiation: "But don't worry, I don't plan to do anything to you, I'm even afraid you have a disease."

"—Okay, okay." Hearing him say that, I was genuinely a little surprised.

He lifted my skirt, I wanted to stop him, but I didn't dare, and it was too late.

"—I heard that people in your line of work are really good at taking off their underwear. You can't touch your underwear with your hands, and you have to take your underwear off, then you can leave, otherwise, you'll come with me to the police station."

"—" I really didn't expect him to do this—

"Hurry up, right here."

"—What if someone sees?" I was terrified.

"—What am I afraid of here? If someone wants to see, they can only look from afar. If you don't hurry up, I'll drag you out for public humiliation."

It seemed there was no other way. I looked around and saw no one was there. I took off my shoes.

I sat on the ground, trying to scoot my buttocks back, but it didn't work. I had to lie down and scoot back again, this time pulling

my underwear down a little. —"Wait a minute, I can't see like this, your skirt is covering it." He looked at me and lifted my skirt.

Just as I was about to cover it again, he said, "If you cover it again, you'll know the consequences."

I had no choice but to hold my skirt down with my hands. I kept scooting back and forth like that, using the friction between my underwear and the ground, my buttocks were chafed sore, and soon my hole was revealed—"Still so tender?" he said with a lewd grin.

At that moment, I saw his burning eyes, and I didn't know if anyone was watching. I was almost desperately fighting the urge to urinate, and finally pulled my pants down to my knees. I sat up and used my feet to pull my underwear down.

—"Not bad at all, looks like you're experienced?"

—"Can I go now?" I put my skirt down.

"Let's go," he said, picking up my underwear. "I'll keep this as a souvenir."

"No way!" I thought about how I was going to show this to my husband. "What?" He glared at me, drawing out the word.

I didn't know how to answer. He continued, "Then give me something else as a souvenir. How about a dress?"

"No!" I couldn't walk around naked; that was far worse than not wearing underwear.

"Then your pubic hair?" I'd just seen how long it was. "—" I—you said it—"I really didn't know what to do. "

—" Lie down, spread your legs."

I obediently did so—

"I want five. I'll count one for you; you can't not count or count it wrong." I hummed in agreement,

but he didn't pull it out immediately. His fingers were playing with my opening. My breathing became increasingly rapid. I didn't want to be here, because I saw someone pointing here in the distance, saying something.

"—Can you hurry up?" "

—" You want me to hurry? Hurry up for what? "He asked deliberately.

—"Which one?" I was really embarrassed to say—

"What?"

—"Plucking my hair." I felt so ashamed.

—"What hair?"

—"Mine—my down there." I almost cried as I said—"Okay," before he could finish, I felt a sharp pain down there: "Remember to count!" —"One."

Another sharp pain came—

"Two." Tears were already streaming down my face.

—"Ah!" I cried out: "This time he plucked so many hairs at once."

—"Okay." He said, and I sat up abruptly. I rubbed my genitals through my clothes.

—"Still touching yourself? Oh no, you've added one too many." He showed me one.

—"Here you go." I put my underwear in my pocket, stood up, and immediately realized that what I said was inappropriate, my face burning.

—"You little slut, you're a little slut, giving me hair as a gift." He smiled at me—"Can I leave now?" I turned my head away, avoiding his eyes.

He circled me a few times, then pinched my butt hard—"Come on, you slut, don't look for business here next time."

By the time I got back to the pavilion where my husband was, it was already 11:15.

—"Xiaoyue, why did it take so long?"

—"I couldn't find a place, so—" I whispered—"So you performed taking off your underwear in front of others?"

—"You—you knew?"

—"Of course I knew, I watched the whole performance."

—"Then why didn't you—help me?" I pouted—

"Don't you like that?" He smiled mischievously: "Besides, he didn't do anything to you. If he had done something inappropriate to you, I wouldn't have allowed it, would I?

" —"But—"

—"No buts, you're late, I'm not as easy to deal with as him." —"What else do you want? Give me the money now." "I know I can't hold on much longer.

—"You, stop thinking about it, just accept your punishment." Saying that, he pulled me away. (2)

(II) Exposure in the park ~ Continued

I desperately endured the urge to urinate and followed my husband.

—"Husband, I really can't hold it in anymore, can you let me go to the bathroom first?" I said in my gentlest tone —"Xiaoyue, you can usually hold it in for a long time, be good, just hold it in a little longer." His tone was even gentler than mine, but his eyes clearly told me "Don't dream about it."

—"Where are you going to take me?"

—"The sun is so bright now, let's find a place to sit down, and don't keep thinking about peeing, otherwise I won't care if you really pee here." —"You don't love me, you—you hate me—" I used my last trick, but immediately my butt was twisted, and it hurt so much that I almost lost control —"You can really hold it in? I only do this because I love you, Xiaoyue, if I don't love you, no one will love you." "This time, I really felt like crying: 'How did I fall for a man like you? My life is so hard.' Then he let out an exaggerated sigh.

'Because I'm so great.' He gave me another infuriating look—'Honey, can we just sit in any coffee shop for a bit?'" "I said coquettishly. Actually, I didn't want coffee, I just thought using the restroom in the coffee shop should be free.

—"Xiaoyue, I booked a room ahead, let's go rest for a bit, the sun is really strong now." Of course I didn't object, and told him to hurry up.

We arrived at a place called Wangyue Hotel, he took the key from the front desk and led me upstairs. The room he booked was 420, the one furthest from the stairs on the 4th floor.

As soon as we entered the room, he hugged me and kissed me, his hands groping all over my body.

—"No—don't be in such a hurry—the door isn't even closed!" I weakly refused, but my dress had already been taken off, leaving me completely naked.

As I waited for his next move, he stopped, pressed me onto the bed, and then left the door slightly ajar.

—"Honey, what are you doing? I want it!" —

"Xiaoyue, don't be so horny, I'm going to take a shower first, you wait for me here, but—" He tilted his head and looked at me, I knew he was going to tease me again.

—"What—what are you thinking about now?"

He didn't say anything, just laid me flat on the bed and covered me with the dress he'd just taken off. But he covered so little of me, barely covering my nipples and just my vulva. "

Xiaoyue, don't move, okay? Wait for me to come out, okay?" he said, pressing hard on my lower abdomen. "Otherwise, I'll take you outside and make you pee in public." "No!" I cried out, then whispered, "I know, I'm going to..." I almost couldn't hold back anymore.

My husband bent down and kissed my forehead—

"That's my good Xiaoyue." Then he turned on the TV and went into the bathroom. I lay motionless on the bed, only my breasts rising and falling with my breath. I couldn't concentrate on anything on TV; I just wanted him to come out quickly.

Just then, I heard two knocks on the door. I thought I misheard. I looked at the door and saw it move. Someone had come in, and I was immediately at a loss for what to do, so I quickly closed my eyes.

I heard someone push a cart in, and I didn't dare open my eyes; my heart was pounding.

At first, I didn't hear anything, but then I heard heavy breathing. I knew why; my body was trembling. I knew I looked far more attractive than if I were naked.

"Should we wait a bit before bringing it over?" I heard one person say. "That's not a good idea," another said

. "Should we wake her?

" "Please don't wake me! I can't move!" I prayed silently. "No, there's someone in the bathroom. Let's wait a bit." Time slowly passed. It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I wondered how long my husband had been showering; maybe he was watching the show right there. But I wasn't afraid of them doing anything inappropriate; my husband would definitely stop them.

Then, I felt the clothes covering me move slightly. I didn't know if they had pulled them off, and I didn't dare open my eyes. Perhaps seeing my lack of reaction, they tugged at my clothes again, and this time, one of my breasts was exposed.

"Don't pull anymore," I prayed silently, while simultaneously hoping they would really tear my clothes off completely. In this state of fear and anticipation, my lower body began to wet.

A few more minutes passed before my emotions calmed down a bit, and just as I was feeling a little disappointed, my clothes were ripped off completely and fell to the ground. I lay naked in front of two strange men, and I couldn't help but groan. My mind was a jumble of emotions, both chaotic and excited, and my lower body was already soaking wet.

"—You have a great figure, and such fair skin, unlike people from around here." —"Maybe you're a tourist from out of town?"

—"No, the person who called to order spoke the local dialect." —"Then you must be a cook, no wonder." —"

Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am?" I protested inwardly after hearing their words: "So it's my husband's doing again." —"She's sleeping so soundly, looks like she's been fucked a lot." —

"Exactly, you could rip her clothes off and she wouldn't even notice."

—"Look, look all you want, I won't lose anything anyway." To be honest, being spied on like that felt pretty good.

As I was enjoying that feeling, I heard the bathroom door open.

—"What are you doing here?" It was my husband's voice, very soft.

—"Sir, these are the dishes you ordered."

—"You didn't close the door, we just came in and were about to leave when you came out." —"Oh, I see." My husband's voice sounded a little angry, but I could tell he was faking it.

Just then, my pubic hair was tugged, and I cried out. I had no choice but to wake up. I opened my eyes, sat up, and saw them—two hotel staff members in uniform, one about 20 years old and the other about 25. I had to pretend to be panicked, covering my chest with my hands, clasping my legs together, and lowering my head. Since there were no blankets on the bed, this was the only way I could manage.

"Your turn, go take a shower," my husband said

. I saw my clothes on the floor, didn't want to wear them, and practically ran into the bathroom.

Once inside, of course, I first took care of urinating, which I'd been holding in for over an hour, and then enjoyed a nice hot shower. When I was about to leave, I realized there were no towels inside, and then I remembered my husband had already used one.

"So stingy, only one towel,"

I muttered. I peeked out, but couldn't see anyone.

"—Strange, where did my husband go?" I straightened my hair and went outside. Then I realized my husband was gone, my clothes that had fallen to the floor were gone, and the towel he had worn when he came out was gone too. There wasn't a single thing to wear in the room. "What's going on?" I cursed my husband a hundred times in my mind. "

—Miss!" A voice came from behind me.

I jumped in fright and quickly turned around. It was the waitress, who looked to be about 20 years old.

"—What are you doing here?" I covered my upper body with one hand and my lower body with the other.

"—I've been—I've been here all along." He stared at me, swallowing hard.

I realized he was standing where I couldn't see him from the bathroom.

"—Could you please turn around?" I whispered.

"—The gentleman told me to wait for you here." He still didn't turn around.

"—He said he'd wait for you in the restaurant downstairs." He said, walking over.

"—You—you don't come any closer!" I didn't know what he was going to do and said fearfully.

"—Miss, this is my phone number. Call me if you need anything." He handed me a piece of paper.

"—You—you can just put it on the table." I was about to take it, but then I thought about how letting go would expose some skin, which would just give him an easy way out.

He looked at me for a few more seconds, slowly placed the paper on the table, and walked out.

After he left the room, I immediately locked the door. I'd already been aroused several times today, and I'd just been stimulated again. Since my husband wasn't home

, I'd just comfort myself. I'd just lain down on the bed when the phone rang.

"—What's going on? Why is the phone ringing now?" I reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Who is it?" My voice was anything but polite.

"Is this Miss Su?" A professionally gentle voice replied. "Yes, it is.

" "Well, your husband just checked out of room 420, so please leave before 12:30 if it's convenient, as other guests will be going in then.

" "Ah, okay, I understand."

I quickly remembered that I hadn't found anything to wear. I looked again; my shoes were still there, my handbag was there, but my bra and panties that I had put inside were gone, leaving only my cell phone.

I glanced at the screen; it was 12:30. I quickly dialed my husband's number, but the phone was switched off.

I paced around the room naked. About five minutes later, the hotel phone rang again.

"Is this Miss Su?"

"Yes, it is." I said impatiently.

"Well, the guest in room 420 has arrived. Have you finished getting ready?" "The voice was still very gentle, but I didn't know how to answer.

— "I will definitely leave before 13 o'clock, that's all!" I said angrily and hung up the phone immediately.

I looked at my naked body. I dared not go out like this. What if someone came in? The hotel has a key. I can't stop them. This time, my tears really flowed. — A young woman who likes to show off (3)

(III) Showing off in the park ~ I was punished.

I walked around in the room, cursing my husband countless times in my heart. At this time, I saw the waiter's number. I thought about it for a moment, then opened the door, ran into the bathroom, and dialed his number.

— "Hello, I am the lady from 420. Do you remember me?"

— "Yes, what's the matter?"

— "Have you seen my husband?" I hoped he could find his husband. — "I'm sorry, I can't see him. What's the matter?"

"—You—you—could you—come over here for a moment? I need your help." I managed to say it with a lot of effort.

"—Okay."

"—I didn't close the door, just come in."

I saw him come in quickly. I was in the bathroom, only my head was showing. He saw me and walked over.

"—Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

I took a deep breath before stammering, "Could you—give me a piece of clothing? I—I don't have any clothes—anything to wear right now."

He looked at me and stammered, "Miss, I—I—don't have any clothes for you, but—but your husband left you a piece of clothing."

"—Where is it?" I wondered. "I can't find it."

"—In room 401."

"What? Where's the key? Give it to me." I held out my hand. "

—I don't have the key. I just—I checked, room 401 isn't locked."

"—I know, thank you. You can go back to what you're doing." With that, I closed the bathroom door.

I strained my ears in the bathroom, making sure he was gone before I went out. I opened the door and peeked out; the hallway was empty, everyone was probably resting in their rooms. My room was 420, the furthest from the stairs, while 401 was the closest. I mentally calculated it should take at most ten seconds to get there; no one should see me, right?

I grabbed my bag and put my phone inside. I glanced down the hallway again, took a deep breath, and tiptoed out. My heart was pounding, a mix of fear and excitement. I started to feel wet again. It took me a little over a minute to walk the ten rooms, and I reached room 401.

I turned the handle, jumped—it wouldn't budge.

"What's going on? Didn't the staff say there was no lock?"

I nervously turned the handle a few more times, then couldn't help but knock. Just then, I heard someone coming up the stairs.

"Honey, open the door!" I couldn't help but call out.

I wanted to go back to room 420, but it was too late. I heard a "whoosh" behind me; it sounded like a young man.

I buried my head in the door, motionless, thinking, "Damn it, open the door already!"

— "Wow, how can someone be so open? Completely naked in public!" a young man's voice said. — "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'm ignoring you. What's so interesting about a shameless woman like that?" a young woman's voice said, clearly annoyed.

— "Fine, but you'll have to wait a minute before you show me."

— "Dream on. Let's go. Where's our room?"

— "420. Fine, let's go. I can't take it anymore."

My butt was pinched, and then I heard them walk away. I secretly glanced at them, and just then, one of the men turned around. I quickly buried my head in the doorway again.

— "Ah? Quite alluring, oh, that hurts!" I heard a crisp slap.

— "Are you still looking?" the young woman's voice said.

— "Serves you right, you pervert!" I thought to myself, secretly pleased.

Just then, the door finally opened, and I saw my husband's wicked smile. I raised my hand, wanting to slap him too.

But he immediately grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. My desire was aroused again, but this time I remembered I hadn't closed the door, so I slammed it shut with my foot.

—"Honey, why did it take you so long to open the door? What if someone bullied me?" I said, pretending to be angry as we cuddled.

—"I was watching through the peephole the whole time, how could that be? Your expression was so cute just now."

—"You—when did you—become so naughty?"

I was enjoying my husband's caresses when he stopped.

—"Honey, what's wrong? Are you impotent? You're useless!" Of course I knew he wasn't, but I really wanted it right now, and this was the only way to provoke him.

—"Xiaoyue, are you trying to make me angry?" He looked at me askance.

—"Honey, come on." I moaned.

—"Okay." He pressed me down on the bed and kissed me, then tied my hands to the headboard with my bra.

I was already craving sex, so I didn't refuse him, and I actually enjoyed it. His hands played with my genitals, and soon my vagina became very itchy, and I became increasingly wet. I knew he had applied some kind of aphrodisiac to my genitals.

—"Honey, you—you come quickly." My desire for sex had made me dizzy.

—"Xiaoyue, you've let so many men see you today, how can you face me?" He suddenly stopped, lying on his side next to me, looking at me angrily.

—"Isn't it because of you? Aren't you happy?" I looked at him with almost pleading eyes: "Honey, please don't stop."

—"How dare you say that!" His voice suddenly became much harsher.

I was very scared at this moment, not knowing if he was really angry, because he had never treated me like this before.

—"I'm sorry, honey." I said timidly.

—"One 'I'm sorry' is enough." He still looked angry.

—"What else do you want? Anyway, I'm tied up here by you, you can do whatever you want." I tried to make my tone seductive.

"—Then tell me, shouldn't you be punished? Tell me yourself?"

—"Honey, right—"

—"Should you?" Before I could finish, I was interrupted harshly—"Should—Should pull—" I said fearfully—

"Should what?"

—"Should—Should—be punished by your husband." The tears I had been holding back finally flowed.

—"Xiaoyue, this is your own choice." He pinched one of my nipples and pulled it upwards, stretching my breasts quite long.

—"Yes, yes, be gentle." I arched my body in pain.

He untied my hands and made me kneel by the bed. He produced two fishing lines, about 20cm long, from somewhere and gave them to me.

—"Do it yourself, tie one nipple at a time."

—"I—I—Honey—I don't know how." I felt so ashamed; I'd rather he tie them for me.

—"Xiaoyue, you said you wanted to be punished." He played with my genitals.

My lust, which had just subsided, was aroused again. The itching down there, laced with aphrodisiac, was unbearable. I forgot all shame and, with trembling hands, tied two bows on each nipple. It wasn't because the bows were pretty, but because they made them easier to untie. Then, he used my bra to tie my hands behind my back, and then, with one hand on a fishing line, he kept pulling on it.

—"Husband, no—no—it hurts!" Waves of pain made me cry, but there was also a strange excitement inside me; my breasts became even more erect.

—"Xiaoyue, how can you be so horny? You even react to this?" He didn't forget to humiliate me.

—"I—." I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Then, he taped my feet together with clear tape. He took out two 125ml cans, unopened, tied one to a piece of fishing line, and held them in his hand. I watched all this, trembling, not knowing whether I was scared or excited.

—“Xiaoyue, stand up.”

I slowly stood up, and he slowly raised the cans. So I didn’t feel their weight.

After I stood up straight, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t bend over, understand?”

I looked at him with a questioning look, and before I could answer, he let go. The cans immediately fell, and I felt a sharp pain in my breasts. I involuntarily knelt on the ground again. My knees hit the floor, which hurt, but the most painful thing was my breasts. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn’t even rub them. I could only lean against the bed and cry softly.

"Xiaoyue, I'm sorry, it's alright." My husband squatted down, gently stroking my hair, and said, "It hurts me to see you like this."

My heart warmed at his words. Looking at him, I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes. I felt a pang of heartache too; I didn't want to see my husband like that, so I rested my head on his shoulder and softly said, "Honey, continue punishing Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue is sorry."

He looked at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. I bit my lip and stood up. This time, he didn't hold the can, so my breasts started to hurt from the beginning.

"Honey, punish Xiaoyue." I looked at him, giving him an encouraging look, but I was still very scared.

"Xiaoyue, this time it'll be harder, bear with it." He regained his usual expression.

This time, he held the can high, forcing me to stand on tiptoe, but he kept lifting it higher, stretching my breasts out. At this moment, fear and excitement completely overwhelmed me, and I started to wet myself again.

He let go of my hand, and I felt like my breasts were about to be ripped off. This time, I didn't kneel down, just bent my knees slightly. So the pain was much more intense. Tears streamed down my face.

—"Xiaoyue, your breasts are that amazing? I only found out today," I heard his distinctive voice again.

—"Honey, Xiaoyue knows she was wrong, can you forgive me?" I wanted it to end quickly.

He didn't say anything, opened the bedroom door, hung my phone around my neck, and then picked me up and carried me outside.

—"Honey, honey—what more do you want?"

—"Xiaoyue, it's not over yet."

He held me and said, "This morning I wrote a few words on the door of room 420. Go see what they are, come back and tell me, and I'll let you go." Then, he put me outside the door, went into the room himself, and closed the door.

I saw two aluminum cans hanging from my breasts, my hands were tied behind my back with my bra, and my feet were taped shut. It was so shameful. The itching below made my mind go blank. At that moment, the phone hanging around my neck rang. I knew it was my husband calling to urge me. My legs couldn't move at all, so it seemed I had to jump.

I mustered my courage and jumped forward. My breasts immediately stung, and I fell to the ground with a "thud". I endured the pain and slowly stood up. I saw my breasts had been stretched. I didn't dare to jump too big and just jumped little by little. Even so, I fell to the ground several times. Finally, I reached room 420. No one had come up during this time.

I saw "Xiaoyue, I love you" written on the door. My heart warmed and I felt so happy. At this moment, the door of room 420 opened. It was the young man who had seen me standing naked at the door of room 401. His eyes were wide open, and I was stunned. —The young woman who likes to expose herself (4) —The punishment of me

(Part 4) Exposure in the park ~ The punishment of me (Part 4)

I never expected that someone would open the door now. My mind was in turmoil. I subconsciously took a step back and didn't know what to do. I tried to cover my naked body with my hands, but they were tied.

He stared at me for a few seconds with his mouth wide open, then grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. He slammed the door shut. Because he pulled so hard, I fell to the floor.

He turned and stared at me. I was terrified, so I pulled my legs up to cover my breasts and genitals. I didn't dare look at him, so I lowered my head.

"You—what are you going to do?" I was trembling uncontrollably. This time, there was no excitement, just genuine fear. After all, it was the first time I had been exposed like this to a strange man.

Before he could speak, I heard a woman's voice. "Xiwen, why did you slam the door shut like that? I heard everything from inside!"

I looked over and saw a young woman coming out of the bathroom. She saw me, and her mouth dropped open. I quickly lowered my head again.

Soon I heard a crisp slap. I glanced over and saw the man named Xiwen's face was flushed. Thinking that this was the second time he'd been slapped today, maybe more, I chuckled inwardly, but seeing my own reflection made me want to cry.

—"You dare to look for other women here?" The young woman seemed genuinely angry.

—"No, I didn't—I didn't—" came Xiwen's voice. —"No? What is she? A man!" The young woman grabbed my hair and pulled me up, pointing at me. I felt incredibly ashamed and closed my eyes. Standing up, my breasts hurt from the weight of the can.

—"Lili, I saw her standing outside the door as soon as I opened it."

—"You—you think I'm an idiot?" The woman named Lili raised her hand to hit him again.

—"Don't believe me? Ask him yourself. Besides, I've been with you all day, when would I have time?" Xiwen covered his face this time.

Lily kicked him, then turned to look at me. This time, she saw me clearly. I had never exposed myself in front of another woman before, and this made me feel even more ashamed.

"I'm sorry, I—I—went to the wrong room. Could you please let go of my hair?" My voice trembled, and my hair hurt from being pulled so hard.

"What's wrong with you? You're not from around here," she said, still disbelieving, realizing I wasn't a local.

"I—I'm a tourist. I—I met some bad people," I said softly,

head down. "Turn around," she said, pointing at Xiwen who was staring at me. She then released him and helped me sit down. Strangely, Xiwen obediently turned around.

"Sorry about earlier, that guy was too flirtatious, so I thought you—didn't hurt you?" Lily covered me with a jacket, speaking softly.

"It's nothing," I finally calmed down a little.

"You should be careful, pretty women tend to attract more trouble." She tapped Xiwen on the head. "There are just too many people like him."

"I'm innocent! I'm a good person!" Xiwen cried out dramatically, then added mysteriously, "Lili, maybe she just likes it that way and is just making excuses about meeting a bad guy."

"Watch your mouth." Xiwen got another tap on the head. Watching them, I thought back to how I used to tease my boyfriend in college, savoring that sweet feeling.

"Miss Lili, may I go back now? I want to go back to my room," I said softly. I'd been out for a long time. Did my husband know I was like this? I didn't feel safe here, so I wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"How are you going to go home like this? Let me untie you first?" Lili laughed, trying to untie the fishnet straps from my breasts.

If I hadn't refused then, what happened next might not have happened. I don't know (and still don't know) why I acted that way back then, or if I actually enjoyed that feeling of being abused. But since then, I've slowly come to like and accept that feeling.

"No!" I almost blurted out. At that moment, I thought about how unhappy my husband would be if he saw the things on my body being untied. Was I too concerned about my husband's feelings, or had I become addicted to it?

But I immediately regretted it, wishing I could disappear into myself.

—"Huh? Why?" Lili stopped.

—"I—I—" I really couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

—"Because she likes it that way, Lili, am I right?" Xiwen said loudly from the side.

Lili looked at me with a strange look; "Is it true?"

—"No—I—I'm not." Fear and regret made me a little incoherent.

—"Lili, take her back to your police station and ask her." Xiwen's voice came again.

"—You are—you are—" I stared at Lili in shock. No wonder her boyfriend was so afraid of her.

"—Do you like that yourself? Are you going to tell me now or go to the police station?" Lili's tone was now anything but polite.

I lowered my head, saying nothing, not knowing what to say.

"—Xiwen, call the police." Lili stood up

. "Yes, officer?" Xiwen immediately took out his phone.

"—Miss Lili, no—no—ah? I immediately stood up. My breasts were being pulled painfully by the weight of the can, but I couldn't care less.

"—Do you like that yourself?" Lili's tone was like that of a criminal, and Xiwen turned to stare at my stretched breasts.

"—Let me go—let me go, please?" I cried, really not wanting to admit I liked it.

"—Do you like that yourself?" Lili stared at me and asked.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"—What, Lili, I told you so, didn't I?" "Xiwen's voice sounded like a criminal hearing his acquittal.

Lili gave a heavy 'humph,' ripped off my coat, and went to the dressing table.

'Xiwen, get this woman out of here, I don't want to see her,' Lili said angrily.

I was secretly pleased; I didn't want to stay here like this.

'Oh, Lili, you're just going to let her go like that? She was just talking badly about you,' Xiwen seemed reluctant.

Lili immediately stood up, walked over, and pointed at me.

'What did you say about me?' '

I—I didn't! I didn't say anything,' I hurriedly explained.

'Lili, I heard it! She said—she said—' Xiwen feigned embarrassment.

'What did she say!' Lili seemed very angry.

'She said you treated her like that because her breasts are bigger than yours, and you're jealous.'" "Xiwen finished speaking in one breath.

I subconsciously glanced at Lili's breasts; they were really small. Lili saw my expression, and I was suddenly terrified. I had fallen for Xiwen's trick; now Lili would definitely think I had said it.

—"I—I really didn't, I—" I didn't know how to explain.

Lili raised her hand as if to slap me, but slowly lowered it. But I knew she wouldn't let me off so easily. Women hate it when others look at how small their breasts are; I'm a woman myself, so I know. At that moment, I thought of my husband: "Honey, where are you? Do you know how Xiaoyue is doing now?" —"You slut, I feel disgusted just looking at your fleshy orbs. Xiwen, this woman is yours. You can do whatever you want with her, except sleep with her." Lili sat back down on the dressing table, expressionless, and said: "You can sleep with her, but if she reports you for rape, I'll catch you myself." —"Lili, I will definitely avenge you." Xiwen stuck out her tongue.

Knowing I wouldn't be raped made me a little more at ease, but I also knew I was bound to be humiliated. Tears streamed down my face again, yet I felt a strange sense of anticipation. My lower body was starting to get wet—why was I like this?

While my mind was still racing, I saw Xiwen staring at me with a wicked smile.

"—What, what are you going to do?" My voice trembled.

[To be continued]

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