Prologue
Her name is Yoo Han-na, and she is 24 years old. She is slightly taller than 170 cm, with a full B-cup bust and a slender, elongated body. She also has a younger brother named Yoo Han-young.
From now on, I will describe the process of Yoo Han-na falling into a state of being less than human.
It started when I was 21 years old and had my first experience with a boyfriend. After we broke up, I began to masturbate alone at home. I watched erotic videos, and for the first time, I saw SM videos. Initially, I watched out of curiosity, but they were so shocking that I turned them off immediately.
However, parts of those shocking videos kept replaying in my mind, and from then on, I couldn't stop thinking about those scenes. By the time I was a third-year university student in Seoul, after retaking my exams, I had already become deeply involved in SM. Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Watching videos of men trampling and humiliating women, imagining myself being violated and abused, always made me wet. I learned more about SM and fantasized about being subjected to it while masturbating. I would roughly penetrate myself and imagine being raped by men, sometimes even tying myself up with ropes.
I bought adult toys and tried them out, gradually increasing the intensity as I watched more SM videos. I did daring things like opening my window naked in my second-floor studio apartment, watching people pass by, because I craved the thrill of being seen.
In the past, such actions would have been unimaginable, but by then, I had become extremely lascivious in secret. I needed someone's gaze, and the excitement of possibly being caught was exhilarating.
As time passed, I couldn't satisfy myself with just exposure. I needed something more stimulating. I no longer watched videos but relied solely on my imagination. To get more stimulation, I used anonymous chat apps to receive degrading insults while masturbating.
I even went out in public, following missions from anonymous men, walking around with my vaginal fluids dripping down my thighs and knees, waiting for it to get dark. I was in a state of intense excitement, trembling with anticipation until the sun set.
However, the more stimulation I received, the more I craved. It was like driving a car without brakes, accelerating endlessly. Within days, I became bolder, wearing lighter clothing and often going without underwear.
I felt an overwhelming thrill from the excitement and shame of secretly masturbating. Sometimes, I fantasized about doing it openly in front of people or getting caught and humiliated, which gave me a deep sense of arousal.
I was increasingly drawn to exposure, but it wasn't complete. The location changed, but there was no further progress. I didn't have anyone to help me, nor did I want to ask for help.
One day, my parents asked me to take care of my younger brother, Han-young, as they were going abroad on a business trip. I decided to take a break from university to clear my head from the monotony of my solitary pleasures.
The house was not far away, in a rural area of Gyeonggi Province. I thought the isolation would add to the excitement of exposure. I quickly packed my belongings, including my adult toys, and headed home.
Our house was located far from the main road, on a high hill with no nearby houses, surrounded by fields and mountains. Occasionally, I would go up to the rooftop to smoke, and from there, I could see everything around me. If someone approached, I would notice immediately.
As soon as I arrived, my parents left for their trip, and I was left alone to take care of the house. They usually stayed abroad for several months at a time, so Han-young and I were alone in the empty house.
Han-young was attending a nearby university, which wasn't very prestigious due to the area's reputation. He had grown up there and sometimes hung out with friends who looked a bit delinquent, but he was always kind and diligent, so I wasn't too worried.
After arriving at the rural house, I unpacked my bags and hid my adult toys deep inside. I spent the afternoon watching TV, but then I wanted to use the computer. My laptop was slow, so I went to Han-young's room, which was neat and tidy.
I sat in his room, turned on the computer, and browsed through videos and photos. Suddenly, I felt the urge to masturbate, so I took out a rotor from my bag, played some porn, and spent hours pleasuring myself.
Han-young returned from school around sunset, and I noticed he seemed bigger than before. He still had his cute side, and perhaps because I was excited, I sensed a strong masculine scent from him that I hadn't noticed before.
As I prepared dinner for Han-young, I thought about involving him in my unusual hobbies. If I could, I believed I could do whatever I wanted without any worries. The thought of incest, an inhumane act, didn't cross my mind. I was excited and needed someone to share my desires with.
Han-young went to his room after dinner, and I sat in the living room, staring blankly at the TV, lost in thought. I was cautious because I worried about how he might react if he discovered my strange behavior. I decided to test him lightly.