The Awakening of 'Bitch'

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I had lived as a 'woman' for twenty-three years. At home, I was the cherished only daughter; at school, the model female student; on the streets, the glamorous beauty who drew every man's gaze.

I had no complaints about that life—at least, not until that one sentence over the phone that night turned my entire existence upside down.

"Fucking bitch! Open your legs. Your pussy's dying for it, isn't it?"

At first, rage surged through me.

Me, who had never heard a proper curse in my life, went completely blank-headed and screamed every obscenity I could think of.

Even after hanging up, my heart pounded wildly. But then something strange happened. The dirtier the word 'bitch' echoed in my mind, the hotter my lower abdomen grew. My pussy throbbed and grew wet. I couldn't bear it—I shoved my fingers inside and rubbed myself like a madwoman.

That night, I experienced orgasm for the first time. I trembled, staring blankly at the sight of white pussy juice flowing down from my soaked slit.

After that, I changed.

With big breasts that always drew men's eyes, 170cm tall, a voluptuous body, full lips, and fair skin...

I began to secretly enjoy the lewd stares men gave my chest, the way they'd brush against me on purpose, the looks that wanted to touch me. Yet I had never actually given my body to anyone. I was still a virgin. But I was becoming consumed by an increasingly intense desire.

During phone sex, I subtly encouraged filthier insults. And men happily called me a 'cunt,' 'bitch,' 'tits-swinging slut,' 'pussy-slobbering whore.'

Each time I heard those words, I came uncontrollably.

Then one day, I met him. He started with a gentle voice, but quickly transformed into a beast.

"Hey, you fucking cunt! Get down on all fours like a dog! Crawl around with your tits swinging. Let the male dogs smell your pussy!"

That day, I completely undressed and dropped to the floor on all fours for the first time.

Following his orders, I crawled around the room, offering my body in turn to imagined figures—Supermarket Uncle, Pharmacy Uncle, construction site dogs. In my fantasy, I was impaled by huge cocks that split my pussy, my tits bitten, my body fucked wildly in the streets—and I came twice, violently.

"Stop... please, stop."

Panting and exhausted, I lay there as he softly asked again.

"Was it good?"

"Yes. It was amazing."

After that, we kept connecting.

I called him 'Master,' and he called me 'slave.'

I pinched my nipples with clothespins, slapped my own ass in front of the mirror, and begged in tears with my panties soaked.

"I'm sorry, Master... Please forgive me just once. Hic..."

Pleasure bloomed from pain. The more shame and agony mixed together, the more violently my pussy responded.

Now I finally understood. Beneath the ladylike exterior, I was a woman who desperately wanted to be a complete 'bitch'.

And the man who awakened that 'bitch' in me—Shin Dong-hyuk... Our phone sex had become my most intense secret, my addiction.

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