Fated Second Time (1)
Fated Second Time (1)
Where did the life of one person named Han Chae-eun go wrong?
The answer to this question could be given without hesitation.
It was from that very day, three weeks ago, when I woke up to find a dick attached to my lower body.
'No, why, why me.'
I knew what this was. A rare mutation occurring in the Mutated.
The formal term is Hermaphrodite, but it's a condition more often referred to by the vulgar name Futanari.
'Why me, why is it me...?!'
I only knew about it.
Like any tragic protagonist, I never imagined I would become the protagonist of such misfortune.
You could also say it was the reason I forgot to wear my mask and ended up screaming.
Seeing me like this, some might ask. It's just a matter of having a dick attached.
Given that I still have my previous appearance and status, why am I so heartbroken?
That is surely something said by someone who doesn't know the perception of futanari in this era.
To sum it up in one word, the abyss.
Futanari were rare existences treated even worse than those ts-disease Mutated, that says it all.
Being a third gender that belongs neither to men nor women, perfect for being rejected by both sides, few in number, easy to ostracize.
While there were reasons like that, the decisive factor was largely the reason that 'their sexual desire is too strong.'
Perhaps due to the influence of having two sets of genitals, the sexual desire of a futanari was at a level that couldn't be explained by the mere word 'strong.'
A level that even ts-disease patients had to concede to.
Futanari possessed a level of sexual desire that went beyond 'difficult to rationally restrain' to 'completely blowing away rationality.'
If it had stopped there, well, it might have been somewhat manageable.
Unfortunately, futanari had a bit of a karmic burden.
Sexual desire they themselves couldn't control.
During the initial period of great chaos, there were victims swept up by this. And even now...
Because of such cases, the social perception of futanari was buried in the abyss.
Considering the reasons, it was a treatment one could understand.
Still, from the position of having become a futanari, it wasn't by my own choice that I became one... is it inevitable to think that?
Anyway, the way this society views futanari is, at best, as strange bitches with both a dick and a pussy attached. Usually, they're treated as potential sex offenders.
...That was the treatment I would receive from now on.
'No! I won't accept it!!'
Unable to accept reality, I went into a frenzy right there.
It was a sight unimaginable to those who had seen my usual mature and beautiful self.
Well, of course. The perfect image I usually showed was nothing but a mask.
The thick mask I had been forced to wear since I can't even remember when, as the daughter of a famous entrepreneur, that I must not become my father's weakness.
Worn since a childhood I can't even recall, to the point where lately I thought the mask was my true self... but in the end, a mask was just a mask.
At this moment when everything I had built up was crumbling, it was nothing but a meaningless mask.
The iron woman, perfect in every way, Han Chae-eun.
That such a person is a futanari-
The image of those who praised me turning their backs was vivid before my eyes.
Tearing me down, mocking me, badmouthing me... making me a toy, or a noisy piece of gossip.
'I mustn't be found out...! If I'm found out...!'
The higher the fall, the more painful the crash. I had no confidence that I could possibly endure that crash.
If I didn't want to crash, I mustn't let anyone find out I'm a futanari.
It was a truly natural flow that I ended up holed up at home.
And so one day passed, then two.
Three days, four days, a week. Time flowed on, leaving only me in the house.
'Ugh...'
Since I had only used the house as a place to sleep until now, I didn't really know, but being holed up at home was quite a torment too.
The quiet house where even the sound of a dripping water droplet echoed clearly.
I finally understood what it meant to go crazy from having nothing to do.
Watching YouTube was something to do for two or three hours, I just had the TV on but nothing was interesting.
I ate meals and even snacks diligently so my stomach was full, and I slept so much my eyes wouldn't even close.
Even with all this, I couldn't cover up the loneliness.
The large square footage was rather poison. Being alone in such a place, I genuinely felt like I was going insane.
Swoosh-♥ Swoosh-♥
"Hhuueuut♡"
The only thing that didn't get old was tormenting this filthy dick.
"If only you weren't here♡ If only you weren't here♡"
Filled with resentment towards the dick that ruined my life, I shook my hand vigorously.
"Haaahk...♡♡"
Bwooooot♥ Bwurrrrrit♥
After the brief time of pleasure passed, then came the Post-coital Tristesse.
A sensation I hadn't felt when I was a woman. My current situation and the reality of being all alone felt excruciatingly vivid.
Loneliness, emptiness, futility. Emotions I thought I'd never feel until just a week ago came rushing in.
"Hhuueuuk, huk... quickly again...♥"
To forget this, I immersed myself in masturbation once more.
It was like doing drugs. Masturbating to forget the painful reality, then suffering from extreme Post-coital Tristesse after ejaculating.
Around the time the time spent like that neared two weeks.
"...!...♡!!...?!...."
I had gone half-mad.
Yes, surely that must have been the case.
If I hadn't gone mad, I wouldn't have ventured outside on the pretext of running low on daily necessities.
*
'What... what are you?! Who are you?! Let go of this!!'
'No!! Get away! Let go!! No no no I hate it no! Let go let go!! I said let go!! Hh, hik?!'
'No no I was wrong I'll sincerely apologize so please don't put that in don't put it in don't put it in don't put it in, in, ah.. oh...oht...'
'Hhug, hhugeueueu... hok, ohhuueut♡, guht♡, ah♡, ah, aah...♡♡♡'
'Hh, hehueuk♡ Hyaak! Cu, cumming inside is noooot... not inside nooo I hate it!!'
Bwurit! Bwuritbwurrrrit......
'Hehgueueut...♡♡♡'
'Now... hah... satisfied...? Hh, guht, hhueu... you trash?'
'Eueh? Why is it still hard, en, guht, en, dehhuahyak?!'
'Ohguht♡ Ohk♡ Ooooohk♡... ohhoooooooht...♡♡♡♡'
That day.
For the first time, I wielded the level of sexual desire that completely blows away rationality against someone I was seeing for the first time.
"...Ah?"
...I, raped a person.
*
When I came to my senses, an unfamiliar woman was sprawled submerged in a puddle of semen.
Her clothes torn to shreds, her gaping pussy vomiting up semen in gulps.
"No, eh? Wait. Uheuh?"
There was no need to wonder where the semen that defiled her body came from.
From the dick that stood shamelessly erect even after violating a person.
The meat rod that had ravaged her pussy countless times was painted white.
"U, uuk!"
Only then did I recognize what I had done.
I had forced down and violated an unfamiliar woman.
"Huk, heuhuk! No... no..."
Reflexively, I tried to deny that I could have done such a thing, but.
Not only was the evidence that I did it shoved right in my face, the memory of what I did was also vivid.
An unmistakable crime that could not be excused by any justification.
"U, what do I do. What, do I do?"
That kind of thing, that kind of thing.
It was too heavy and too big for the twenty-one-year-old young girl hidden beneath the mask to handle.
"First, get away from here, and-"
So I ran away.
As if turning a blind eye to my sin, turning a blind eye to the naked woman smeared in the semen I had spilled.
"...Ah."
Running away frantically, I eventually returned home.
Locked the front door, drew the curtains, holed up in a dark room not a single ray of light entered.
Pulled the thin blanket over my head and trembled inside it.
Like in childhood when I believed that just going under the blanket would keep me safe from everything in the world...
"Hhuueueu..."
Many thoughts came.
I wonder if she's okay. She seemed to be from the same department, unluckily meeting a bitch like me.
I hope she receives proper treatment. I hope she didn't suffer further harm.
I hope she avoided pregnancy. Her life is already ruined enough because of me, please let it not be ruined further.
And she must have reported it.
What happens to me from now on. Do I go to prison? Do I stand trial?
How much will the fine be. If I get a prison sentence, how many years will it be.
What should I say to my teachers or friends.
What about father's business? What will mom and dad say if I tell them.
I want to ask for help. I want to be scolded so I can choose the right path.
If I ask for help, will they even help?
"Hh, hhuueueuk..."
I just cried helplessly.
Still, there was something I had to do. The last thing I could do for the victim.
With blurred vision, I looked at my phone screen. On the pure white screen, the black numbers 112.
"I should turn myself in."
A number I had input thousands of times.
"I can't, I can't do it. This, cowardly, bitch..."
But just like the previous thousands of times, this time too I couldn't press the green call button.
I didn't have the courage to turn myself in.
Well, of course, how could a coward who ran away after raping someone have that kind of courage.
"Yeah, it's a matter of time anyway."
Even if I don't turn myself in, the victim will call the police, the modern society's public authority will find me holed up at home.
I'm just waiting for that time.
Quietly, at home, for that day when I'll be caught someday.
Trembling inside the blanket, I rationalized it like that.
Budddak-♥
"Eut♡"
The worst part was that even in the midst of all this, my sexual desire was functioning normally.
If you're going to ruin something, ruin only your own life, but after ruining someone else's life too.
The sexual desire that shamelessly raises its head again, wanting to mate.
Jjigeukjjigeuk-♥
Once again, I couldn't overcome my sexual desire.
Stroking my dick with a hand mixed with indignation, I realized.
That I would probably never win. That I was fated to live like this forever...
"Shiiii... shiiiiing♡"
I thought that was the worst.
But I never imagined there could be something worse than the bottom beneath the floor.
"Why? Why...?"
The dick that had tasted a woman's pussy didn't return to how it was before.
Gently stroking with slender fingers or violating a fake pussy made of silicone could no longer satisfy this extreme, supreme, ruinous dick.
The dick was longing for the sensation of a pussy that goes kkooohk♥ and snugly tightens around it when thrust into.
Still, a person has a conscience.
Was I planning to ruin another person's life?
My own ruin is enough.
With this single thought, I endured for a full 5 days. Against the transcendent sexual desire of a futanari.
Puh-eok♥ Puh-eok♥
"Oooohht...♡ I'm cummingaaat♡♡♡"
But even that now seemed impossible.
Tuh-wak!!
The lower abdomen of the torso-type Onahole I bought for quite a price tore.
Bwurrrit♥♥ Bwooooot♥♥♥
From the glans that peeked out, having pierced through the lower abdomen of the silicone doll shaped like a woman's body without limbs or head, semen explosively gushed forth.
Being covered in the thick, milky-white fluid all over my body, I thought.
How many times have I used this, how many times have I ejaculated this time.
I don't really know, but I knew one thing for sure: it wasn't enough.
Even after ruining one Onahole, the dick was still standing erect.
"...I hate it."
Now I hated it.
I hated my fingers, too thin compared to the dick, and the lifeless silicone doll.
I wanted a woman's pussy.
The soft body that squishes when hugged tightly.
The cervix that comes out to meet you when thrust all the way in, the chewy pussy that pretends to resist but ultimately accepts the dick.
And above all, the warmth of a person.
I immediately gathered my clothes, got dressed, and left the house.
Even more out of my mind than 5 days ago.