Qiao'er's exposure

First, let me introduce myself. You can call me Qiao'er. I'm 26 years old. I wouldn't call myself a beauty. When I was little, people
often said I looked like a female singer named Xiaoxue. As I grew up, I probably gained a more glamorous look and lost that
innocent charm. So, male classmates or colleagues said I looked a bit like Harumi Inoue (you can look her up online; I don't mean to offend
either of them, and I also really like singing Xiaoxue's songs). Maybe back then
, everyone was into Japanese dramas, and I felt I didn't have their charisma. At most, the only resemblance was because my eyes were rounder and bigger
!

I still have many things I'm not satisfied with about my body: I'm 165 cm tall, quite thin, and my proportions are
okay; my measurements are 32B/23/34. Unfortunately, God only gave me a pair of 32B breasts. Although
they look like bamboo shoots, they look very pointed, like two Mickey Mouse noses, and not round or big enough. I don't have
fair skin. I feel that only my appearance and my 40-inch long legs are acceptable.

My female friends often say I'm arrogant, that I don't respect my femininity when I'm playing around, and that my
every move gives off a very open and casual vibe. They often tell me to be more mindful, but that's not the real me.
I'm not talkative, which might be why people perceive me as arrogant.

From a young age, I disliked wearing clothes and enjoyed the feeling of people peeping at my body. Looking back on my past exhibitionism
, it was incredibly dangerous. Every time I escaped danger, I tried to quit, but I always failed. What prompted me to write about this
unknown experience was an exhibitionist incident—an accident that deeply harmed me both physically and mentally. After
that , I haven't dared to have the urge to exhibit again for a while; perhaps this is my chance to break the exhibitionist habit.

I hope to describe it truthfully without revealing too many people or locations, but please forgive my
poor and slow typing speed. My exhibitionism involved SM elements; if you're not into that, please don't read it.
Don't bother researching the names and places mentioned; just treat it as a story.

Let me first share my thoughts on exhibitionism:

1) Pretending to accidentally expose myself, being spied on by those lecherous men, and
feeling even more proud when I see their lustful eyes, their expressions of wanting to see more but being afraid of being discovered; or using crowded
environments to create opportunities for them to molest and assault me, or deliberately pressing my breasts and buttocks against them without any defenses,
challenging their patience and giving myself a sense of superiority and pleasure. Even the more self-disciplined and timid men
won't lie; their penises won't lie, and they'll have no choice but to obediently stand guard and thank me.

This is arguably the most convenient and safest way to expose myself. I don't even need to take off my bra or underwear. Whether I'm dressed
properly or not, I can satisfy my desires anytime, anywhere. I often use this method to have fun on the subway and buses during my commute
, and I often end up with my underwear soaking wet.

2) Wearing extremely sexy and revealing clothing, and when in a high mood, even going braless and pantyless,
I stroll casually through the streets, letting men stare at me with X-ray vision and letting other men
look at me with contempt and humiliation.

This kind of exposure requires immense courage for me. In sparsely populated areas, I only
worry about encountering thugs and being raped, but in crowded places, the shame is too heavy, so
I don't often use this method. I remember once in Lan Kwai Fong, wearing a tight-fitting halter-neck skirt, with a thong underneath
exposing my legs and buttocks without underwear, and no bra on top.

That night, I planned to expose myself in Lan Kwai Fong while drunk, but just as I pulled one breast
out of the Tsui Wah Restaurant, pretending to be drunk and unaware, I was spotted and followed by several black men. When I tried to escape them, they forcibly
dragged me into an alley and attempted to rape me. Fortunately, the police passed by and I escaped.

3) Exposing oneself naked in public, fearing discovery yet yearning to go to even more
dangerous places to expose oneself boldly, with every sense and muscle tense, legs trembling uncontrollably, throat parched
, heart pounding as if about to burst, and the constant threat of losing one's reputation.

Sometimes, I would humiliate myself with torture devices while convulsively exposing myself in public.
The shame of being discovered was indescribable; there was an urge to shamefully beg others to let me go, even if
I was asked to do anything, whether it was sex or gang rape. This is the most dangerous form of exposure, with no
excuse to escape. On

December xx, 2010 (Friday) , I

had argued with my boyfriend the day before and angrily ran back to my hometown to stay temporarily. However, this time, my boyfriend was busy with year-end work
and had no time for me. But to my surprise, my parents needed to leave Hong Kong for three days for work, giving me freedom
. After work, I immediately ran to the mini-storage facility to retrieve my travel bag containing the torture devices and rushed home.

Inside the elevator, my genitals were already soaking wet, and my buttocks were glistening with sweat… As soon as I stepped inside
, I stripped naked and opened my travel bag full of sex toys (I'll share
the origins of all those toys another time). In the bathroom, I shaved off my newly grown pubic hair; I liked the feeling of not having any hair to cover me, it added
a sense of shame.

I went into the bathtub and used the showerhead for an enema. “Ugh…ugh…oh…oh…I can’t take it…it feels so
amazing…” I couldn’t resist inserting the showerhead into my already loosened anus, thrusting repeatedly.
The jets of water hurt, but also excited me intensely. After washing myself, I turned off the shower 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, numb sensation that reached the back of my head. I
had to rub my breasts vigorously to feel better.

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. The only way to relieve my itch was to keep thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out rapidly.

"Oh..." I thrust too hard, causing urine to splash everywhere. My labia were turned inside out,
red and swollen, it was hard to 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 with stimulation, my vulva opening and closing incessantly.

I pushed the vibration to the maximum, "Ah...ah...ugh...ugh...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 came to my senses, 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

. Two water bottle buckles were strung together with rubber bands to form an "8" shape. Then,
two rubber fishing lines were threaded through the holes that were originally used for the cloth shoulder straps and tied. 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 wire and inserted it to the deepest part of my anus, and another
double-headed wire 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 took the stairs to the next floor, hiding the key
inside the fire hydrant door for safety.

In the elevator, I regretted inserting the device 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 walk was smooth, and I planned to walk
to the factory area near my home (a frequent spot where I was exposed).

As I approached the glass door, I saw a middle-aged man walking towards me. 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—a white secretion
. I was crouching at the corner of the stairs, unable to stand; 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 restraint, 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 level. I saw him peeping under my skirt,
but 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 my sandal straps. Haha… I knew he was already
impatiently peeping; the shadow under the streetlights had given him away. His pace slowed.

"I wonder if he can see my genitals? Hehe… peeping all you want! Don't understand
what's under my legs? Find the answer! 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 turning bright red and my heart 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 hurt 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, unable to 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 after pulling out
made me want to insert it again, creating a huge contradiction. So I started masturbating in the toilet stall…

Suddenly, I was startled to hear a man talking loudly on the phone. I figured it was probably
a customer from a food stall in the industrial area coming to urinate. (Let me first talk about the design of this public toilet: the doors to the men's, women's, and disabled
toilet stalls are not sealed; they are made up of iron pillars, making it look a bit like a prison. Because
the iron pillars are angled towards the wall, the angle creates a sealing effect. So, in the disabled toilet stalls…)
I wouldn't be seen unless I walked right up to the door (that's the only chance of being seen).

Oh... he came out of the men's room. Afraid of being discovered, I immediately shrank back. He was still talking loudly on the phone
. I think he must have drunk a lot, because his speech and pronunciation were no longer like an earthly language.
What happened tonight? Another drunkard! I had to wait for him to leave before I went out.

What?! He was actually sitting on the flower bed less than a meter away from my stall, 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 emerge.
I took out that 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 a wet sound, and I was afraid of being discovered
. It was very exciting.

After what seemed like an eternity (probably about fifteen minutes), I felt a little bored and stopped masturbating.

After calming down and taking a closer look, I realized the man was drunk and asleep. So I reattached the restraints and the dildo
. This time, I clipped two clothespins to the elastic band hanging on my shoulder before clipping my nipples. Any sudden
movement would pull the clothespins on the elastic band, causing a
sudden, unexpected pleasurable sensation.

Next, I clipped my clitoris with another clothespin. Oh! So high! It was unbearable; my legs were numb and weak, my whole
body was convulsing and trembling, I couldn't stay still. Still not enough. I removed the clitoral clip,
put on my coat, and tied the belt at 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 else there except the man. I cautiously walked
behind him, pulled my coat down to my waist, and then pulled the clothespins off my nipples. Oh! It felt incredibly pleasurable, incredibly painful, and I desperately
wanted to scream, but I was afraid of waking the drunk man in front of me. At the same time, I needed to keep an eye on the area outside the public restroom so
I'd have enough time to escape if anyone approached.

My courage began to grow. I took off my coat and hung it on my hand, then, naked, I crept to the entrance of the restroom .
Heh heh, no one was there. I walked up to the drunk man, put my leg on the wooden chair he was sitting on, and rubbed
my clitoris, which was swollen to the size of a soybean from arousal.

"Wake up! You're not dreaming, there really is a naked woman standing in front of you masturbating..."
As I excitedly played with my genitals, I suddenly heard the sound of flushing water coming from inside the restroom, which made me nervous. "I haven't confirmed
whether anyone's in the men's or women's restrooms yet, better safe than sorry."

I put my coat back on, covered only the top of my coat with my hands, and went into the women's restroom. No one was there. I hesitated as I was about to go to the men's restroom to check
. I took a deep breath and cautiously entered the men's restroom to check. I was very nervous, my heart was
pounding . There was no one in the stalls. I peeked inside and saw that all the stall doors were open. I quickly went into a stall to check again
, and breathed a sigh of relief. Afraid that someone might come in, I immediately ran to the side of the men's restroom door to peek out.
There was no one outside except for that drunk man.

Just as I was about to step out of the men's restroom, "Ring...ring..." The sudden ringing of the phone startled me. I
quickly hid back inside the men's restroom, running to the last stall to hide. I didn't dare to move, afraid of making a sound.
I sat on the toilet and waited and waited... I heard the sound of urination and the sound of water turning on. I looked at my watch and
ten minutes had passed, but I still didn't dare to make any move. Suddenly...

"Hey...Old Ghost! Are you there? x 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, followed by the sound of urine hitting a urinal.

"Oh no! I fell asleep!" I panicked and immediately locked the door, taking out my coat from my bag and putting it on.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Old Ghost! Is that you in there?" the hoarse man asked.

"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 asked.

"Damn! I'll go over to the next stall and see if Old Ghost is asleep there. Haha!" the hoarse man said.

Hearing this, I trembled all over, almost crying. I didn't dare to imagine what would happen if I was discovered—whether I would be gang-raped or something
. I curled up on the ground, not knowing what to do. I wondered if I could pretend I went 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 order prostitutes again,
damn it! You really are something, just wait by my truck!" the hoarse man said, his voice fading into the distance...

Luckily, it was a close call. I didn't dare leave the toilet stall; my legs were trembling uncontrollably. I was worried
someone else would come in, and when I calmed down, I realized it was already 1 a.m. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw no one, so I
decided to straighten my clothes and pretend nothing had happened before leaving the men's restroom. If a man came in, I could just say I'd gone into the wrong restroom. I

left the men's restroom 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 looked for
the people with those two voices from 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 of the hoarse-voiced and rough men in the men's restroom—
that would be terrible. Whew…it turned out to be six or seven motorcycle gang members gathered at the railing, better than I expected.

"Hey, pretty lady, interested in riding a motorcycle?"

"Wow…so sexy! Even though you're wearing a windbreaker, you look almost naked."

"Want to go have some fun?"

Seeing the deserted street, and that I was the only woman in the food stall besides the beer girls, I knew it was
best to leave quickly. If they discovered that I was a perverted slut with
two genitals and two clips on my nipples, the consequences were unimaginable.

I hurried away, thankfully they didn't follow. Escaping pushed me to my limit, the constant friction
stimulating my anus and vagina, which couldn't close. My vagina and inner thighs were wet; I couldn't tell if it was sweat
or vaginal fluid. Oh no!

I walked into a long but relatively safe back alley. Many taxis, trucks, and private cars were parked there at night
. After wandering around for a while and seeing no one, I hid in the fire escape exit of one of the factories.
Inside (the iron gates at the fire escape exits were recessed into the room, where only dim light shone). Hiding in
these recesses, I was actually quite easy to hide in, but I was still a little worried. So, while peeking around, I crouched down
and carefully pulled up my clothes to loosen the restraints and remove the toy.

Ah! As I released my nearly spasmodic lower body, milky white fluid continuously flowed from my vagina and anus,
covering both orifices and making my hands and lower body sticky. But after pulling it out, the emptiness
forced me to insert it again. I had to use the 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 dripped urine.

I put on a mask, unbuttoned my shirt, and carefully concealed my windbreaker with my hand. I kept my body bent,
using vehicles as cover, and the tension of not knowing when someone would appear made my heart race and my throat parched.

But any sudden movements would pull on the elastic band holding my nipples together with my clothespins, causing sharp
pains. I ducked into another fire escape exit, finished my water bottle, and stuffed my Octopus card,
tissues, and a folded reusable bag into my windbreaker pocket.

Suddenly, I heard a lock opening! The unexpected situation startled me. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps fading away before I
reacted, peeking out to see the building manager. I carefully followed him, tiptoeing, my windbreaker slipping down
to reveal my smooth upper body. I kept a distance of about six or seven cars, walking and walking…

“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, trapped and at his mercy. Hehe! But you’re really unlucky, Uncle Manager.
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 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 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. All my muscles
were tense, my legs were trembling, I felt a constant urge to urinate, my throat was dry, and my heart was pounding
as if 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 dildo and the artificial penis 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 from 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
approaching, 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
my nipples to throb from the constant up-and-down movement of my clothespins.

Reaching the other side, I hid beside the tour bus and immediately surveyed the street. No one was around; 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. Excited, I waved to him as I sped past.

Reaching the back alley, I immediately retrieved my windbreaker and hurriedly put it on, hiding among the trucks. 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 trembling 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 completely everted, exposing the bright red flesh inside, which
was constantly opening and closing as if it were alive, and slippery fluid was dripping from my inner thighs; there seemed to be
some blood on both labia, 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—physical pain, but a strange sense of satisfaction.

After pulling out the dildo, I felt an emptiness in both orifices. Although it was uncomfortable, I didn't dare to put it back in. It had been a long time
since I'd been so recklessly naked. I took a detour and returned to the intersection to go home. Passing
the commercial building, I tried to peek at the driver, but he was too far away to see clearly
. I could see the car lights were still on, but I couldn't spot him.

"I really wonder what he'd think if 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? Would he be excited or shocked? Hehe~~ Tonight's been so
smooth!"

While waiting to cross the street at the open-air parking lot I'd passed earlier, I checked my watch. It was almost time...
It was past 3 a.m., and thinking about how smoothly things had gone tonight, and knowing I might not have another chance like this, I
decided to let things slide a little longer. I walked into a winding alley between the open-air parking lot and the commercial building (this winding
alley led into the parking lot; at the end of the alley was a roundabout, and ahead was a park built along the seaside—
or rather, half a park, because the park along the seaside was later expanded into a sports stadium, dividing it into two halves, each
separated by iron fences).

I walked into the bend and checked that there was no one in the cars or on the street, except for the toll booth at the entrance to the open-air parking lot, which I
couldn't see clearly. Due to the temperature difference, the glass of the toll booth was fogged up, but I didn't think much of it. Using
the cars parked along the bend as cover, I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked, touching my clitoris as I went 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. 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 corner of the park, and then walked around the park completely naked. When I got to the stone railing
by the sea looked at the dark sea, and there was no one around, I decided to do one more
earth-shattering naked run before going home.

I planned 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, strode out of the park, and quickly ran 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, crawling on the ground. I grabbed my windbreaker and hurriedly put it on, sitting down on the ground. I didn't dare stand up, afraid
they would see me, because the wall was only waist-high, the upper part being barbed wire and sparsely planted shrubs.

I was terrified, curled up under the bench in the gazebo, afraid the police would lock me up, 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 hobby. I needed to calm down, calm
down...

I kept looking at 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 secretly peeked out from between the trees, and I wasn't mistaken,
it was indeed a police car, with two male police officers beside it, one of them using a walkie-talkie.

I couldn't think any further. Enduring the pain, I bent down and ran to the beach, discarding the entire reusable bag. There was only
one exit. If I walked out dressed normally, I'd be checked for ID, which I didn't have. A body search
would reveal I was completely naked underneath, with my vagina and anus swollen and everted, covered in semen.

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. It turned out to be
simpler than I'd imagined; I could probably climb over from the side. I stood on the stone railing, gripping it tightly, half my body dangling above the water
. My only worry was avoiding getting my clothes caught or pricked by the spikes. My biggest fear was that I couldn't swim;
a slip would send me into the sea, freezing to death on the spot.

Success! I climbed into the enclosure and carefully looked for a place to hide. I went to check out the large park area;
only a few people were fishing in the distance, so they wouldn't easily spot me. However, the iron fence here was more secure than the previous one. Besides
the pointed spears shaped like those of the Boy Scouts at the top, there were also rings of wire with sharp hooks where the stone and iron railings met
. Just then, I heard the clanging of keys behind me. Fearing someone might be inside, I decided it wasn't wise to linger.

I steeled myself and climbed over the horizontal bar in the middle of the fence to escape, but the fence was too high, and my legs
trembled uncontrollably as I climbed over it. Just as I crossed the fence, I lost my footing and slipped from the top… I immediately grabbed
the fence , but the pointed spears at the top of the fence pierced my right thigh and buttocks, causing me to cry out in pain.
My coat was also caught by the barbs of the spears and pulled up from the back like a garment being ripped off, leaving only my breasts and hands covered
, my lower body completely exposed.

"It's so shameful! I can't let anyone find out! Being seen naked like this, being insulted like a pervert
, or having my private parts exposed and hung by bars—that would be tomorrow's front page,
a story about a perverted woman hanging naked by bars. My life would be ruined. Now I'm being displayed like this. Is my only
option to wait to be rescued?"

Hope was fading, tears streaming down my face. My hands were too weak to hold on any longer; my coat had been pulled down to
just cover my neck and arms. This was terrible! The coat completely covered my head; I couldn't see anything.
"Waaah...wait...wait...help..." I was terrified. Unable to see or hear anything, I was almost
losing my mind. I sensed more than ten people gathered around, their laughter echoing.

"Help! Waaah...wait..." My legs frantically searched for a foothold. I had to escape! I had to escape
!

Ah! I fell to the ground. It hurt so much! My right thigh and buttock felt like they were torn, and my palms and knees were also
scraped . I endured the pain and immediately got up, pulling my overcoat down to cover myself. After looking around, I saw no one
. I touched my thigh and buttock and felt two swollen, worm-like wounds, wet and sticky. Fortunately,
they only bled a little, but the hem of my overcoat was cut down to my waistband.

Wait, the waistband is gone! It turns out the waistband and some rags were hanging from the top of the iron railing. Why do I keep hearing rapid
gasps? Oh no! I'm in trouble! It turns out I'm being watched by a caretaker who looks to be in his fifties or sixties sitting on a flower bed.

His extremely lewd eyes and smile terrified me. I don't know how long he stared at 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 the building manager see
my face? Why was I so bold as 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 PM the next day. During that time, I neither drew the curtains nor turned off the lights, and
lying naked on the sofa, I wondered how many people had spied on my body. 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."

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to wash my dirty body. The wound was still a little sore while I was showering. While applying scar cream, I
kept regretting what I had done the night before. I wondered if it would leave 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
were definitely shining 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
attendant again. I'd better go home. I'm going to write about this near-death experience.

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