A Catastrophic First Encounter (4)
A Catastrophic First Encounter (4)
"Ugh... Mm..."
My eyes opened to the cold wind. But they didn't open easily.
My eyelashes felt stuck to something sticky.
After a few blinks, focus came to my fully opened eyes.
Even then, my vision was still blurry. I used my hand to... wipe away the foreign substance around my eyes...
Squelch...♡
...wiped it away. I rubbed my sticky hand on the ground a few times.
Thanks to that, my vision cleared. What entered my two eyes was the same scenery I had seen right before falling asleep.
I was still in that alley.
I was alone in the dark back alley. The person who was with me in my last memory was gone.
"Ugh... Huhuh..."
I was cold.
It was already May, midterms were over, a time when the sunlight properly starts getting harsh.
But here, because it was an alleyway where sunlight didn't reach, because the ground I had been lying face-down on until just now was cool, because it was night with the sun that had been warming the earth now hidden, because my skin was soaked in all sorts of fluids.
And decisively, because I was naked, not even wearing underwear. As the chilly night air settled on my skin, glistening wet with fluids, my body trembled on its own.
Was it just cold? Various parts of my body ached.
The pain in my lower back, as if it were breaking, was something I sometimes experienced while studying, and the pain around my chest that went jiggle! when I lifted my upper body was something I had gotten quite used to over the past year. Those were at least bearable.
The uncomfortable feeling between my thighs was not bearable. To forget this unpleasant sensation, I moved my body.
The scraps of fabric scattered around where I had been lying.
They were my clothes. Bra, shirt, cardigan. About half were in a wearable state.
Skirt, panties, stockings. The other half were in no condition to be worn at all. Torn by human strength, their lifespan had ended as of today.
I stuffed the clothing waste into my bag.
I thought the notebook, pencil case, and pad inside the bag would get dirty. But still, I couldn't very well carry those things around.
I put on the remaining clothes.
The sun had set, so my body wasn't very visible either. That was actually good.
Relying on the moonlight, I barely managed to put on the bra and then the shirt over it.
I could feel the thick semen splattered on the clothes getting on my body too.
It wasn't just the sense of touch tormenting me. After putting on all the clothes, the fishy smell of love juices and the foul smell of semen vibrated in the air around me.
They say you get used to your own smell and have a hard time noticing it, but that was a complete lie. The smell entered through my nose, feeling like it was digging into my brain.
"Haaa..."
Suppressing my self-loathing, I put on the cardigan too.
It was also pickled in love juices and semen, so far from blocking the cold, it actually stole my body heat, but there was nothing I could do.
Bottomless Look. I didn't want to stride down the street in a state of Bottomless Look (true), not even wearing panties.
I didn't have the hobby of exposing my pussy to some stranger whose face I didn't know. People like that, such perverts, probably number only a few even if you search the whole world.
"......Mm."
Like the dark histories that sometimes come to mind in life, the ones that make you kick the blanket, the memory from a few hours ago suddenly flashed through my head.
I didn't want to think about it anymore.
I was cold. I was in pain. It was hard.
Today... today... too many things happened.
Right now, I just wanted to go home quickly.
To a safe haven where no one could violate me.
With that single thought, I came out of the alleyway, covering my body as much as possible with the cardigan.
"Hic...!"
The way back home wasn't easy either. The bizarre fashion of clothes pickled in semen and a lower body exposed, barely covered by the stretched-out shadow of the cardigan.
Beneath it was a body that had just been violated, unable to properly clean up the traces.
Judged by general common sense of the world, it was a state I absolutely should not have come out onto the street in.
I knew that common sense too.
But to get home, I had to come out onto the street.
Like this... like this... there was no choice.
Steeling my resolve, I stepped onto the street. I crossed a certain line, a social agreement engraved in my common sense, with my own will.
I was breaking the rules. This fact brought me a pressure as if I were being watched.
Shiver shiver...♡
Every time the blowing wind crept through the gaps in the cardigan and brushed against my wet crotch, a shrill scream escaped on its own.
If the fingertips holding and stretching the cardigan downward slipped, my damp pussy would be exposed to the whole wide world...♡
"Huu... Ugh..."
Moonlight, the moon was a crescent, so why was the moonlight so bright? Why did the moonlight seep in so well into this alley surrounded by buildings where even sunlight didn't come in well?
My body was illuminated by the bright moonlight, and it felt like someone would discover me in this state.
Even to my own eyes, my current self was not a normal sight. It would be something to be thankful for if they just took me as an eyeful.
If, for whatever reason, they approached.
"Ueeeh..."
Maybe they'd just run away from the semen smell vibrating all around.
I'd be on the news as a crazy slut. My reputation would be buried in the abyss.
What if, moreover, the reason they approached was a bad one?
What if it was a bad bastard hungry for a woman, who discovered a crazy slut walking the streets in Bottomless Look fashion with a semen-coated body and approached to violate her?
Photos, taken. Videos, taken.
And again, violated.
My life, would it end...?
Shiver...♡
It was a somewhat eerie feeling. Even though no one was following me, I felt pursued.
My accelerated steps got faster and faster, until before I knew it, I was almost running.
I ran under the moonlight, holding down my heavily jiggling breasts.
Thick semen dripped plop plop from my pussy, falling drop by drop along the path I came.
"Hahak... Hahak...!"
After countless hardships, I finally arrived home.
BANG!
Forgetting it was the middle of the night, I closed the front door with a loud sound, and only then could I gain the mental space to calm the breath that had risen to the tip of my chin.
It was a run of less than two minutes, but even that made sweat flow all over my body.
A woman's body was so inconvenient like this. The stamina was too weak.
And today, there had been something that greatly consumed my stamina...
"Ytch...!"
Slap!
I slapped my cheek to turn back the thoughts that were trying to drift that way again.
First, first... right.
Clean-up first.
I was tired, my lower back hurt, my chest hurt, my stomach hurt, I was cold, so I needed to sleep quickly, but...
Squelch squelch...♡
I couldn't sleep in this state.
If you sleep while wet, you catch a cold.
And... the smell would probably seep in a lot too.
Ziiiiik-
I opened the zipper of the school bag I took to school.
"Heh...♡"
The scraps of fabric that were once clothes were also pickled in semen and love juices. Unlike the other clothes that had dried a little in the cool night breeze, the panties, stockings, and skirt had been sealed in the bag.
The thick fragrance that bloomed the moment it was opened. It was so strong that for a moment I hallucinated that I could see the fragrance thickly blooming.
A disgusting smell formed by the mixing of night flower scent and fishy odor, concentrated to the utmost.
With an ominous feeling, I hurriedly took out the fabric scraps that were the source of the smell.
"Uuugh..."
The smell wouldn't go away. Inside the bag, the books, the pencil case, the smell of semen vibrated.
I hadn't even left them in for a few minutes, but it was already too late. Do I have to buy... new ones?
I turned the bag inside out and put it in the laundry bin, and put the books and pencil case in the trash.
The fabric scraps that were the source of the problem. Panties, stockings, skirt, all destined for the trash.
The cardigan and shirt, which at least maintained their original shape, went into the laundry bin.
"Mm..."
I threw away the bra just because it felt bad.
"Ah..."
As I was about to throw it away, I realized my bra situation wasn't plentiful and put it back in the laundry bin.
I'll have to wash that more carefully later, maybe hand-wash it or something.
I blankly looked down at my own body.
My chest, which prevented me from seeing my feet, was splattered with semen, and my disheveled hair was sticky and clinging due to semen.
My hands and feet were also covered in semen. The mixed fluid of love juices and semen was flowing down, so my thighs were especially bad.
Where was it flowing down from...
"Mm..."
I had also sweated a lot, so the stickiness felt unpleasant.
Let's wash first.
I turned on the light in the bathroom-cum-shower room and went in.
The slowly closing door.
Drip drip...
Semen flowed from my pussy. It went down along my thighs, past my calves, and pooled at my ankles.
"Ah... Ah...?"
Instead of going to turn on the shower, I leaned against the bathroom door and slumped down.
Grabbing my two freely playing breasts with both hands, I spread them. From the pussy seen between the valley of my breasts, semen was gurgling out and falling to the floor plop... plop...
"Wh...what kind of thing... happened to me. What on earth kind of thing..."
The memory I had been forcibly avoiding rushed over me.
A few hours ago.
I entered the alleyway.
And was grabbed by someone.
"Rape... I was raped...!"
My clothes were torn.
My breasts were groped.
My pussy was shoved into.
Semen was splattered.
In the end, I was ejaculated into, with lots of semen in my pussy.
"Ytch... Ytch..."
I was raped by a futanari in the back alley.
The reality I had been turning away from was thrust in my face.
All the emotions I had been suppressing until now came rushing in a whirlwind.
"Just... just..."
Just where did it start going wrong?
Even as I brought my fingers to my pussy to scrape off the semen, I couldn't help but think such thoughts.