Diary of a Masochist's turning into a Human Toilet-Chapter 2: EP.: The First Encounter (18+)

EP.2: The First Encounter

My brother looked at me with surprise, and I added calmly, "But I'm not sure if I can do it like in the videos." I didn't think those young students could do much, but I believed they would be a significant stimulus for me. I imagined having sex exposed in front of them, surrounded by multiple people.

The next day, after my brother left for school, I called my father. I was worried that he might suddenly come home over the weekend. Fortunately, he said he couldn't come and apologized profusely. I thought about how I would present myself and got excited. I decided to wear a black lace lingerie set and apply more makeup to assert myself. I put on a short black dress that revealed my figure, thinking it would look sexy despite the season.

As I imagined how I would look, I felt foolishly pleased with myself. At around 6 PM, the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door with excitement and greeted them with a smile, trying to look as attractive as possible.

One of my brother's friends asked him, "Who is this?" and entered the living room, sitting on the sofa. The friends who came with my brother were delinquent types that you wouldn't find in Seoul. They seemed more like bullies than friends.

There were two of them: one was a muscular student covered in tattoos, and the other, named Jung-su, had a sophisticated style with hair gel. He was tall, lean, and strong, but his eyes were sharp, which intimidated me despite our age difference.

Initially, I was confident, but as they sat on the sofa drinking coffee, I became increasingly anxious. Jung-su and Il-ho, the other student, silently watched me, making me feel uneasy and eventually lowering my head.

My brother sat beside them, fidgeting nervously but not intervening. Jung-su asked my brother, "Is it okay?" and then turned to Il-ho, saying, "If she's a natural masochist, she won't be embarrassed no matter where we take her." Il-ho chuckled.

The two students discussed me as if I weren't there, talking about what nickname would suit me best. They suggested "bitch" or "sow," but Jung-su said he wanted something he could use like a toy, something he could play with and then sell for pocket money.

Their conversation was astonishingly rude, especially since they were talking about someone much older than them right in front of me. My brother remained silent, and I couldn't argue back, my face turning red as I lowered my head.

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Jung-su suddenly called out to me, "Sister." I was startled and looked up at him. He asked if I was confident about playing SM with them. I hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Jung-su demanded a clear answer, saying he wouldn't do anything unless it was certain. I explained that I wasn't sure what we would do, having only seen SM online. Jung-su said it didn't matter if I knew; the question was whether I could follow orders.

As he switched from polite to informal speech, I felt tension between my legs. He asked if I would do it or not, and I agreed hesitantly.

In reality, I wanted to do it, thinking that these young students wouldn't be able to do much, and since they were known, it wouldn't be dangerous.

Jung-su told me to stand up, and I hesitated before rising. I was confident in my figure and thought they would soon be captivated by me. I posed, emphasizing my S-line.

Jung-su simply said, "Take it off." I hesitated for a moment before removing my dress, revealing my lingerie underneath.

Jung-su called my brother over and punched him in the stomach. My brother doubled over in pain. Jung-su mocked him, saying his sister didn't wear underwear, calling me a "perverted masochist."

I quickly removed my lingerie, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I stood before them. Jung-su asked if I was indeed a perverted masochist, and I agreed, feeling a thrill.

As I stood there, Jung-su shouted, "Stand up straight!" I was startled and quickly assumed a military posture, hands behind my head and legs shoulder-width apart.

In this position, my body reacted, and I felt a rush of shame and arousal. Jung-su ordered me to assume a horseback riding stance, exposing myself further.

The humiliation was overwhelming, and I felt my body responding. Jung-su commanded me to introduce myself, but I was unsure what to say. As I hesitated, he kicked me between the legs, causing me immense pain.

I fell forward, my face between his legs, and collapsed to the floor, clutching my groin in agony. It was the first time I had experienced such pain, and I was shocked that someone could treat me so brutally.

Jung-su told me to stand up, and I did, trembling. All I could think about was not wanting to be hit again. I took my position in front of him once more.

Jung-su instructed me to use polite language and introduce myself again, detailing my school, age, when I got my first tattoo, how many times I had sex, how often I masturbated, and my intentions for the day.

Il-ho handed a camera to my brother, joking that he should record my downfall. My brother looked worried as he took the camera.

I tried to reassure him with a smile, despite feeling terrified. The thought of being recorded and having my life ruined was terrifying, and the pain from the kick still lingered.

I decided to follow Jung-su's orders, fearing that if I stopped now, my brother would face worse bullying. As the camera started recording, I looked at Jung-su desperately but he just urged me to hurry.

I began my introduction again, my voice shaking. Jung-su interrupted, demanding I introduce myself as a "perverted masochist." I did so, feeling deeply humiliated and tearful.

If I messed up again, he threatened to hit me. I was terrified of the pain and the humiliation, and my body trembled uncontrollably.