Diary of a Masochist's turning into a Human Toilet-Prologue

Prologue

Her name is Yoo Han-na, and she is 24 years old. She is slightly taller than 170 cm, with a full B-cup bust and a slender, elongated body. She also has a younger brother named Yoo Han-young.

From now on, I will describe the process of Yoo Han-na falling into a state of being less than human.

It started when I was 21 years old and had my first experience with a boyfriend. After we broke up, I began to masturbate alone at home. I watched erotic videos, and for the first time, I saw SM videos. Initially, I watched out of curiosity, but they were so shocking that I turned them off immediately.

However, parts of those shocking videos kept replaying in my mind, and from then on, I couldn't stop thinking about those scenes. By the time I was a third-year university student in Seoul, after retaking my exams, I had already become deeply involved in SM.

Watching videos of men trampling and humiliating women, imagining myself being violated and abused, always made me wet. I learned more about SM and fantasized about being subjected to it while masturbating. I would roughly penetrate myself and imagine being raped by men, sometimes even tying myself up with ropes.

I bought adult toys and tried them out, gradually increasing the intensity as I watched more SM videos. I did daring things like opening my window naked in my second-floor studio apartment, watching people pass by, because I craved the thrill of being seen.

In the past, such actions would have been unimaginable, but by then, I had become extremely lascivious in secret. I needed someone's gaze, and the excitement of possibly being caught was exhilarating.

As time passed, I couldn't satisfy myself with just exposure. I needed something more stimulating. I no longer watched videos but relied solely on my imagination. To get more stimulation, I used anonymous chat apps to receive degrading insults while masturbating.

I even went out in public, following missions from anonymous men, walking around with my vaginal fluids dripping down my thighs and knees, waiting for it to get dark. I was in a state of intense excitement, trembling with anticipation until the sun set.

However, the more stimulation I received, the more I craved. It was like driving a car without brakes, accelerating endlessly. Within days, I became bolder, wearing lighter clothing and often going without underwear.

I felt an overwhelming thrill from the excitement and shame of secretly masturbating. Sometimes, I fantasized about doing it openly in front of people or getting caught and humiliated, which gave me a deep sense of arousal.

I was increasingly drawn to exposure, but it wasn't complete. The location changed, but there was no further progress. I didn't have anyone to help me, nor did I want to ask for help.

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One day, my parents asked me to take care of my younger brother, Han-young, as they were going abroad on a business trip. I decided to take a break from university to clear my head from the monotony of my solitary pleasures.

The house was not far away, in a rural area of Gyeonggi Province. I thought the isolation would add to the excitement of exposure. I quickly packed my belongings, including my adult toys, and headed home.

Our house was located far from the main road, on a high hill with no nearby houses, surrounded by fields and mountains. Occasionally, I would go up to the rooftop to smoke, and from there, I could see everything around me. If someone approached, I would notice immediately.

As soon as I arrived, my parents left for their trip, and I was left alone to take care of the house. They usually stayed abroad for several months at a time, so Han-young and I were alone in the empty house.

Han-young was attending a nearby university, which wasn't very prestigious due to the area's reputation. He had grown up there and sometimes hung out with friends who looked a bit delinquent, but he was always kind and diligent, so I wasn't too worried.

After arriving at the rural house, I unpacked my bags and hid my adult toys deep inside. I spent the afternoon watching TV, but then I wanted to use the computer. My laptop was slow, so I went to Han-young's room, which was neat and tidy.

I sat in his room, turned on the computer, and browsed through videos and photos. Suddenly, I felt the urge to masturbate, so I took out a rotor from my bag, played some porn, and spent hours pleasuring myself.

Han-young returned from school around sunset, and I noticed he seemed bigger than before. He still had his cute side, and perhaps because I was excited, I sensed a strong masculine scent from him that I hadn't noticed before.

As I prepared dinner for Han-young, I thought about involving him in my unusual hobbies. If I could, I believed I could do whatever I wanted without any worries. The thought of incest, an inhumane act, didn't cross my mind. I was excited and needed someone to share my desires with.

Han-young went to his room after dinner, and I sat in the living room, staring blankly at the TV, lost in thought. I was cautious because I worried about how he might react if he discovered my strange behavior. I decided to test him lightly.