Her Fetish

I'm a dance major who's preparing for her exams. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, but there's one thing they don't know about me—I've fantasized about being violated more than once…

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently.

This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved.

I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart.

My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

To my parents, I was a good girl with excellent character and academic performance; to my classmates, I was a cold flower that had rejected countless suitors.

But no one had seen the rebellious, dark-minded, authentic me behind this innocent face.

I had fantasized about being violated more than once.

All of this began from that summer vacation…

That day, my parents went to the nearby city to deal with something. They planned to be home that night, but when I waited until midnight, I received the news that they would stay there for two days.

"Layla, we won't be back until the day after tomorrow. Stay safe at home!"

"Mhm. Okay."

After hanging up the phone, I looked at the empty house.

It was rare for me to be alone at home, and my soul, suppressed by studying for a long time, gave me a strong urge to go out.

I wore a suspender mini skirt, washed my face again, and went downstairs without any makeup on.

It was late at night; there were almost no pedestrians except for the people at the street stalls.

Every time I passed those stalls, I could feel the burning gazes of the men on the street firmly stuck on me. I couldn't get rid of them.

This starstruck gaze that only the male had made me happy and excited.

I especially felt that way when I heard heavy footsteps following closely behind me.

Even with my back to him, I could still feel his burning gaze locked on my buttocks, like magma that would overturn at any time and melt me ​​completely.

This indescribable stimulation made me feel a strange emotion in my heart. I wanted him to appreciate my charming body.

As though hypnotized, I did something crazy.

I gently lifted the hem of my skirt, revealing more of what was under the skirt. I then raised my hips more and more as I went somewhere quieter.

That was until I walked into an unfamiliar alley.

Suddenly, the footsteps that had always been following me not far away approached me quickly.

Before I could react, a strong and powerful hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth like a clamp. "Don't move."

The sudden movement stunned me for a moment. I struggled desperately to break free from their control.

However, the man's strong strength allowed no room for resistance. He easily pressed me against the wall and put his hand under my skirt to touch me as he pleased.

"Ah!" I trembled as I let out a scream. Leaning my arms against the wall, I twisted my waist hard, trying to get rid of the man behind me.

However, I didn't dare to move when a cold, sharp object pressed against my lower back.

It was a knife!

When the man seemed to see that I had given up resistance, he put away the knife, held my waist with both hands, and touched me until I felt tingly all over.

My body, flexible from the years I spent dancing, was put in any position he wanted as he pressed down on me hard.

He then forcefully grabbed my ponytail.