This World Makes It Normal
I don't really know what it means when a woman kicks you right in the balls.
Every part of a human body should hurt if you hit it, right?
There should be no spot that feels nothing, no place you can smash or crush or break without needing a hospital visit.
But somehow people react to ball-kicking with real intensity.
Even a light tap feels painful, they say.
But tapping hurts as much as poking the eye or stepping on a toe.
The pain from being stomped or flattened is the same for fingers and toes.
The real emergencies are internal organs bursting or bones shattering.
So why do people get so sensitive about ball-kicking?
After deep thought I finally grasped one philosophy.
When a woman without balls herself kicks a man's balls, it's not just an attack.
It's dropping a man's biological status all the way to the bottom.
Biological status sounds foreign to me, but think about it.
Dirt and roads are dirty, and we walk on them with our feet.
In other words, human feet are the part of the body that can handle being dirty without complaint.
And I realized why perverts obsess over feet.
Feet can be dirty, and the ground we stomp on is still just dirty.
So being stepped on by a woman's feet means you're admitting you're a dirty pervert yourself.
You're letting her dirty sole rub against your filthy lust.
And being mocked while being stepped on makes perfect sense.
You should actually be grateful that she stepped on the dirty you instead of the clean ground.
But even after all this, the question around ball-kicking still won't go away.
Humans can only reproduce by mixing bodies.
And in that, the balls are just as crucial as the egg.
To stomp on that spot with dirty feet...
You can stomp it with the foot, crush it with the hand, or smash it with the mouth.
I like those things too.
Though I haven't actually experienced them myself.
But not having experienced them doesn't explain why people react so strongly to ball-kicking.
Is it because you're stomping the place meant for breeding?... I don't think so.
Or maybe it's pure intense pain?... That feels about right.
Either way, physical pain can't be the only reason.
Some listeners might dismiss it as "It's just that fucking painful."
But that's not me.
So at this point I'll announce my conclusion.
Ball-kicking is... love-making on the level of, or even beyond, sex.
Anyone who hears it might call it crazy, so I'll explain with the extremes.
There's a woman who loves kicking a man's balls.
She's a sadist who gets excited just watching a man suffer, even though she hasn't castrated anyone or crushed a pair of balls herself.
When asked for her ideal type, most people say a man with strong balls.
But that's wrong.
Her ideal type is any man willing to spread his legs for her, even if it's only once a week.
Now the other side: a man who loves getting his balls kicked.
He's a masochist who fantasizes about serious torture, even though he's never been seriously tortured.
Asked for his ideal type, he would say someone who can torment him to the bottom.
But again, wrong.
His ideal type is a woman who accepts his perverted lust and will play with him even if it's not a full kick.
Now let's compare sex and ball-kicking.
Sex is gently stripping away clothes and hiding the other person's heart, under soft lights.
It's sharing conversations you can't have anywhere else, screaming sounds you can't release except at this moment, and the closest thing to happiness.
But ball-kicking is even more.
The woman only feels two soft spheres squished under her foot.
The man kicked in the balls, however, is brought crashing down screaming sounds he's never heard in his life, from pain beyond imagination.
Even though it's clearly not happy, both people enjoy the situation and their excitement climbs a perfect upward curve.
Even though it must hurt, their faces look so happy the smiles won't stop.
But I still don't fully understand this extreme.
Honestly, I haven't fully grasped the core of this topic yet.
I'm just a masochist with the fantasy.
I've only felt the ecstasy of sex and the pain of ball-kicking, and because I couldn't even recognize one of those two kinds of happiness, I'm a pitiful soul.
This is the philosophy I had before I reincarnated into this world.
BOOM!
In the alley I kicked and sat waiting for three women.
I told them to prove themselves by fucking me.
And then I slammed my balls as hard as I could into the woman who had just stabbed my pussy with her fingers.
"...Ugh..."
It hurts.
It hurts too much.
Even most of the analogies I just used wouldn't cut it.
"Ah... ah..."
My whole body is shaking.
I don't even know where or how it's shaking, and my brain can't figure out why my fingers are curling.
Pain keeps pushing between my thoughts, destroying any normal thinking.
"What the hell, is that all? I guess you treat your girlfriend real nicely, huh?"
I wanted to grab the kicked balls and roll on the ground, but I couldn't.
Because the woman who kicked my balls was still holding my neck.
"Seven... no, nine more to reach ten... How about it? Can you take it?"
"Ugh...?"
My brain short-circuited when I thought I had to take nine more.
I was sure my expression looked completely smashed too.
"Open your legs."
"No way..."
"How ridiculous. Just a second ago you were bragging you could do anything, and now what?"
"Ugh..."
Some of the lust I had flown away came back a little.
I had forgotten for a moment why I came back to this spot at the end of the alley.
The thing I had wanted most was actually happening right now, and I was thrown helplessly into it.
No matter how much it hurts... if I don't enjoy this situation, then there's no point in being reborn.
"...Ah... It's getting dirty."
"...What?"
"Ball-kicking should hurt, right? But you get all smug after just one kick. That's so gross. I mean, it's not some insane technique to make the master forget. You just kicked one ball, nothing more. Kids' play..."
The mesgaki concept hasn't broken yet.
I'm still provoking them like a brat even after taking a punch to the gut and feeling nothing.
I'm still sticking out my tongue at the woman holding my neck to poke her anger.
"Yeah... the kinds of girls who act like that in back alleys are no good. Looking at them just now, three of them couldn't even properly fuck one guy. Maybe virgins?... A girl my age who never even tried a man even though she's way bigger than me? Pfft... How pitiful."
I flipped the mesgaki catchphrases on their heads.
Because these girls had strong personalities, the variation of dialogue was huge.
"Let go!"
I shook off the hand holding my neck.
It had been gripping me only because I couldn't stand on both feet from pain a moment ago, but now I could.
"Wow... scary face. But it's true. Among you three, has anyone ever had sex? No? Then raise your hand. If even one of you has, I'll apologize."
The three of them stayed completely silent.
I tossed it out casually, but I didn't expect all three to be virgins.
Instead their expressions were terrifyingly fierce, as if today was the day they lost their virginity.
"Have you ever seen a real cock? Ah, no... you have, right? You've probably paid someone to suck a few. Right?"
"...Enough."
"Why? It's all true. And... who the hell would want to do sex in an alley? If you really want it, go rent a room. Don't you agree? Our master... plays with me every day inside the hotel, and I'm not crazy. Why would I play with a girl like you?"
The level of my dialogue was climbing higher and higher.
Yet no one was offended.
Ssshh...
I crossed the line.
"Yeah. You're right. But what can you do about it."
"...Eh."
This time it was my head instead of my neck being grabbed.
And I was dragged right in front of the woman who had kicked my balls earlier.
"Whether it's attached or not, a hard cock is just a cock, right?"
With a thump, I got hit right in the face.
When I came to and looked around, the woman had buried my face inside her breast.
"Whether you get hard or want to fight, it's the same thing."
Thump thump thump... the sounds from my ears and the sensation on my face skin repeated endlessly.
I was pressing my nose into that woman's large breasts over and over while she held the back of my head.
"We all know everything about you, right? You're not rolling around like a slut... you're treating your first time with care."
The feeling of being yanked by the back of the head vanished, replaced by a soft, warm feeling behind me.
The two women who had been watching joined in to torment me, and they now stood behind me.
"Okay, let's play a little. You called us dirty and ignored us earlier, right?"
The woman standing in front of me shoved my shoulder, pushing me back.
Two pairs of soft breasts cushioned me like pillows.
But the two behind me grabbed my hips and pushed me forward again, forcing me to hug the woman in front.
"We don't have much money, so let's play for exactly three minutes. But if you get a hard-on inside, you're dead. We'll rent a room with the money we're giving you and fuck you all day long."
"Hmph, what is this virgin talking about... Ugh..."
My light body was lifted helplessly.
And my mouth was clamped shut by a deep kiss that even went into my throat.
"Puhah... How dare you... Uwoop..."
Before I could even recover the risky concept, another nose-fucking began.
My body felt warm as if it had gotten excited from the kiss.
"You complained a lot when I kicked you earlier."
"Want us to soothe you?"
This time the two behind me reached between my legs.
And each grabbed one of my still-painful balls in their hands.
"Let go! Let go right now!"
"Don't move. We're doing it to make you feel good."
"Exactly. We're just giving you a massage."
The moment I was grabbed, my body started sinking lower.
Two different hands moved in their own rhythms, rolling the spheres inside them and starting the prostate massage I had seen online.
...It was actually possible.
"...Uhn."
"I heard a moan?"
"...No... yeah..."
"Really...?"
At that moment, the second massage from online began.
The woman in front found my nipples under my shirt and started lightly pinching them.
"Ah, aaa..."
"It feels so good because you're developed... Most people hate it."
Every time I got the ball massage, my lower body sank down.
Every time my nipples were stimulated, my upper body jumped up.
I was standing on two legs trying to endure the stimulation that felt like my waist would snap in half.
...Actually, I wasn't standing on my own power.
I was being pressed down like a subway crush with 10,000 won, so it only looked like I was standing on both feet... in truth my strength had already given out and my legs weren't listening.
"Seven times, and this is only the seventh moan."
"...Uuuugh..."
"Okay. I'll help you hold back the sound."
"Uwoop..."
Another kiss time came.
From over my shoulder, she reached out, grabbed the back of my head tightly, and mixed her tongue in a nonstop deep kiss.
At the same time she pressed our upper bodies completely together and squeezed my chest against the soft breasts, just like she had stimulated me earlier.
My body was slowly reshaping under their weight.
My two arms were crushed between their breasts, barely able to move fingers, and from my neck down to my waist all strength left me.
I was leaning back against the two behind me, just like when they pressed me from the front.
Every time the woman in front crushed me with her breasts, the two behind me pushed my back hard and squeezed my body like a sponge.
Hands slid in between my armpits, and I felt palms sweeping the inside of my thighs.
When the woman in front hugged my waist with her arm and pulled my body forward, the two behind her pulled my balls down and pulled my body back.
If I tried to say anything, my mouth was immediately clamped shut, my mind dazed by the deep kiss, and all I could feel was my body heating up.
Three minutes.
It was only three minutes.
Three minutes using only their skills and soft bodies, without even touching my cock.
And the only condition they set while playing with me during those three minutes was that I didn't get hard.
"Ha... It really is fun playing with you... I get why rich people go crazy."
"Three minutes is too short... The real thing hasn't even started yet."
"Exactly. We haven't even... started yet."
My cock state was irrelevant.
Compared to my previous life it was a tiny thing, but even so it was standing so stiffly that the outline showed clearly through my pants.
I lay my body on the ground with my body burning hot, barely breathing rough, excited breaths.
"Can't help it. It's a bet, it's a bet."
"...Yeah. We should stop here. The cock size is the same."
"Exactly. Probably... we couldn't get excited on the dirty ground either, right?"
Only one thought filled my mind.
Cum, I want to cum. I want to shake my cock wildly right now and cum.
After I release some semen my horniness will calm down and I'll feel better.
"...Where?"
But the moment I reached for my crotch, a foot stomped my wrist and stopped me.
It was clear no self-pleasure, not even touching my cock, was allowed.
"Why? You didn't get hard and you held it fine. Huh?"
Someone's instep firmly stomped my balls.
The pain of being kicked and the floating feeling from the massage came at the same time.
"Even if it's this size, it's helpless... No way, this is all it grew to?"
It's mockery. Clear, obvious mockery. I'm getting what I deserve for what I did earlier.
But I have to admit it.
I myself had shouted that my cock was tiny the moment I first saw it.
Or... want me to say it? Did you really grow this big?"
She poked my glans lightly with her toes, starting to mock the size.
She pressed my balls down with her heel and wrapped them in subtle pain.
"Speak up..."
The mesgaki education core is where the concept breaks in the middle.
And in my mind... this is the exact moment to break the concept.
"...Yes."
"What? I can't hear you."
"I... grew it this big..."
"Ah, really? You grew it this big? Then... what should I do with it?"
The way she spoke, as if she was caring for a child, was strangely stimulating.
Just hearing it made me imagine being squeezed tightly.
"Then... please..."
"Eh, tell me."
I looked up at the three of them with an expression as if apologizing for my rude speech.
And with pleasure making me drool, I smiled.
"Could you please do the rest until the end?... I beg you..."
...The time to make my dream come true had come.