I'm a dance major who's preparing for her exams. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, but there's one thing they don't know about me—I've fantasized about being violated more than once…

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently.

This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved.

I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart.

My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

To my parents, I was a good girl with excellent character and academic performance; to my classmates, I was a cold flower that had rejected countless suitors.

But no one had seen the rebellious, dark-minded, authentic me behind this innocent face.

I had fantasized about being violated more than once.

All of this began from that summer vacation…

That day, my parents went to the nearby city to deal with something. They planned to be home that night, but when I waited until midnight, I received the news that they would stay there for two days.

"Layla, we won't be back until the day after tomorrow. Stay safe at home!"

"Mhm. Okay."

After hanging up the phone, I looked at the empty house.

It was rare for me to be alone at home, and my soul, suppressed by studying for a long time, gave me a strong urge to go out.

I wore a suspender mini skirt, washed my face again, and went downstairs without any makeup on.

It was late at night; there were almost no pedestrians except for the people at the street stalls.

Every time I passed those stalls, I could feel the burning gazes of the men on the street firmly stuck on me. I couldn't get rid of them.

This starstruck gaze that only the male had made me happy and excited.

I especially felt that way when I heard heavy footsteps following closely behind me.

Even with my back to him, I could still feel his burning gaze locked on my buttocks, like magma that would overturn at any time and melt me ​​completely.

This indescribable stimulation made me feel a strange emotion in my heart. I wanted him to appreciate my charming body.

As though hypnotized, I did something crazy.

I gently lifted the hem of my skirt, revealing more of what was under the skirt. I then raised my hips more and more as I went somewhere quieter.

That was until I walked into an unfamiliar alley.

Suddenly, the footsteps that had always been following me not far away approached me quickly.

Before I could react, a strong and powerful hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth like a clamp. "Don't move."

The sudden movement stunned me for a moment. I struggled desperately to break free from their control.

However, the man's strong strength allowed no room for resistance. He easily pressed me against the wall and put his hand under my skirt to touch me as he pleased.

"Ah!" I trembled as I let out a scream. Leaning my arms against the wall, I twisted my waist hard, trying to get rid of the man behind me.

However, I didn't dare to move when a cold, sharp object pressed against my lower back.

It was a knife!

When the man seemed to see that I had given up resistance, he put away the knife, held my waist with both hands, and touched me until I felt tingly all over.

My body, flexible from the years I spent dancing, was put in any position he wanted as he pressed down on me hard.

He then forcefully grabbed my ponytail.

"No... Please... Let me go..." I raised my chin and stood on tiptoe, squeezing out a groan from my throat as I struggled one last time.

The man seemed to grow more excited at that. He ripped my thong without any hesitation.

I was doomed.

Feeling the heat behind me, I closed my eyes in resignation and raised my hips obediently. I could only hope that he would not hurt me again after he found his release.

Just then, a burst of laughter came from outside the alley—a few young men were chattering as they walked toward the alley.

When I heard the sound, I bit the man's arm.

He let go when the pain hit him. Seeing that the situation was not in his favor, he picked up his pants and turned around to run away.

The men were getting closer.

I didn't dare to run in the direction where the hooligan left, so I could only quickly pull down my skirt before I squatted by the wall with my head down.

The men didn't seem to expect to see a woman squatting in the alley. They suddenly became quiet.

However, they didn't do anything to me. Someone only whistled at me and then laughed as he chased after his companions.

As I looked at the thong hanging on my ankle, my heart beat non-stop, and my face was burning.

They must have thought that I was peeing in public.

But it was better to be embarrassed than to be molested.

After the man sauntered away, I hurriedly took off the torn thong and ran home without missing a beat. I then stumbled into the bathroom.

The water gushed from the shower head, spraying on my naked body. And yet, it could not extinguish the fire in my heart.

If… things had unfolded as they should, I would have been raped by that man.

My legs trembled at the thought of that. I had goosebumps all over my body.

I lay sprawled with my hands on the wall, tiptoed desperately, and raised my hips as I did in the alley, imagining that there would be a man behind me.

This taboo, shameful, and exciting tremor gradually turned into excitement in my heart.

The exhilaration reached its peak when I walked out of the bathroom naked.

After I turned on all the lights in the house, I danced to my heart's content in front of the wall covered with certificates and trophies.

I did the dance moves I secretly learned online but never danced in front of anyone. Every move seemed to be created to seduce men.

Eventually, my sixth sense prompted me to look out the window.

The opposite floor was all dark; only one light was lit on the top floor. But through the glass, I thought I saw a man leaning against the balcony, staring at me intently.

Did he… see everything I did?

This kind of private exposure to outsiders reminded me of the man in the alley.

The man was like a key, opening the darkness hidden deep in my heart and releasing a beast called "desire".

I went back to the bedroom and lay in bed, quietly feeling the subtle change of emotions into a desire to be exposed to eyes that watched me more intently.

Following my instincts, I spread my legs and slowly knelt with my back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the reflection of my mirror, I could secretly glimpse the man with his arm moving up and down.

He was doing the same thing as me.

This strong sense of shame brought my waist lower but my hips higher. The waves in my heart came crashing one after another. My every nerve was stretched to the limit.

We looked at each other tacitly and pleasured ourselves.

Until I ran out of energy and lost consciousness, I was still thinking that I probably…could never get rid of this feeling.

My body seemed to be born to enjoy desire.

On the second night, I put on the suspender skirt I wore last night and went out again.

The difference was that I didn't even wear a thong this time.

As soon as I walked out of the stairs, I saw a man staring at me from the corner of my eye.

I pretended not to notice him as I took a few steps forward with a fluttering heart, then stopped and began to bend down to adjust my sandals.

As I secretly glanced back, I saw the man gradually approaching me before he squatted down six feet away and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

From this distance, he could directly see my private parts.

No matter what, it would only take so long to fix my shoelaces. Half a minute later, I stood up and continued to walk.

After leaving the community, I began to get excited. The coolness under my skirt, especially, gave me a sense of excitement as if I were doing something bad secretly.

The pleasure I felt today was completely different from last night's.

I stopped when I came to a store on the corner.

This was my family's store. It had been renovated recently and had not yet opened. However, the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street had been covered with reverse film. It looked like a mirror from the outside and glass from the inside.

I leaned over the window and checked carefully for a moment. After making sure that no one outside could see inside, I took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.

After I turned on the air conditioner, I pushed a single couch to the floor-to-ceiling window, took off the dust cover, took off my skirt, and lay down comfortably.

People were coming and going outside. While they couldn't see me, I could see them.

I put my feet against the glass and easily did a split facing the window.

Just then, a sturdy man came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror. With his six-foot-three frame, his burly body completely blocked the reflection of the street lamp and cast me into the shadow.

It was the man from earlier.

As I stared at him with my breath held, I reached down and gently explored my body.

Although I knew he couldn't see me, when we looked at each other through the glass, my heart still seemed to jump out of my throat.

I looked up and looked at the man who was so close, secretly enjoying this secret happiness.

But for some reason, the more I touched myself, the emptier I felt.

This was far from enough. I wanted more.

The little devil in my heart began to roar, "Come on, come here. There is a woman waiting for you here!"

But I never even dreamed that he would push the door open as though he had heard my voice.

It was not until then that I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door!

My mind was blank. I watched him fasten the bolt and stalk toward me.

"W-What are you trying to do?" I choked.

The man's body was too big, putting me under great pressure.

But not only did he not answer, but he easily picked me up and pressed me against the wall like the man last night.

The feeling of being dominated by a man poured down from the top of my head again, along my spine to the soles of my feet, and then from the soles of my feet to my heart, prompting me to completely give up resistance.

I propped my hands on the window, tiptoed, and obediently raised my hips...