"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...