Chapter 1 — The Peak of Masturbation

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Even when I eat a lot, it feels like it only matters in the moment...

Am I really that shallow now? lol.

Exhibitionism and masturbation...

I guess there really is such a thing as going too far. lol.

Today I visited the gynecologist nearby.

Whenever I moved, my lower abdomen felt tight, like something was knotted inside.

And near the inner flesh of my vagina, I noticed a faint trace of fresh blood.

For a second, I wondered—could I be pregnant again?

The doctor at my usual clinic is a woman, Dr. Kim...haha.

But today she wasn't there.

And I thought—no way can I let a male doctor, especially the deputy chief, examine me...

But the nurse said Dr. Kim was off due to family matters, so I had no choice...

It was so awkward...lol.

Funny how I have zero shame stripping down completely in front of sex partners, even letting them touch me everywhere without hesitation...

Yet being examined by a male doctor—a professional—makes me blush and squirm.

During the consultation, he asked questions...

So I admitted—I don't have frequent sex with my husband...haha.

For about twenty minutes, I spoke with this male doctor while he did a visual examination...

And the conclusion?

Just as I suspected...

Some kind of bacteria from masturbating too much... I couldn't even bring myself to say it out loud......haha.

The tightness in my lower abdomen? Just constipation from my intestines...lol.

And apparently, washing too often isn't good for vaginal hygiene either.

I know this logically, but as a woman, you just can't help that inherent dampness.

You know how it is—after doing it...haha.

After stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some medication,

I opened my umbrella and headed home, trying to escape the scorching heat that felt unbearable...

Then my phone rang.

Who could it be?

An unknown number with no caller ID...

Could it be...that person I once told about phone sex? lol.

I stepped under the shade of a tree near the neighborhood playground, pausing briefly to answer.

And sure enough—it was phone sex.

Kind of awkward. I never thought I'd become this kind of woman, standing here like this...

He immediately asked—did you take your panties off?

Then—how big is your pussy?

How are your breasts?

Typical guy stuff. I almost hung up right then and there...lol.

Instead, I shot back—how big and thick is your dick?

Definitely didn't sound like some young bachelor...but he kept insisting he was in his early twenties.

His voice sounded more like a man in his forties...

Then he asked where I was, saying he'd come over.

Promised me a relaxed, easy day—just for me...lol.

Rattled on for ten minutes name-dropping foreign car brands,

Then finally said—he's currently jerking off and wants me to help him out a bit...lol...

I asked where he was.

He said he's in his office, with a female coworker nearby, and right now—he's under the desk, pulling it out and shaking it...lol.

Men really do get more turned on doing this in front of women, huh...haha.

Of course, I imagined—if I were having sex with one man while another watched...maybe I'd get into it too...lol.

I told him to pull his pants down further—below the knees. That'd make it more intense~...lol.

A few seconds later, the chair creaked, and his voice grew heavily excited—he wanted me to suck him off.

I was going crazy. If only I were at home, I could've cranked up the moaning and made it even hotter.

But here I was, standing in a corner of the playground, feeling utterly ridiculous...lol.

First, I asked if he had anything large on his desk—something he could place in front of him.

He said he could drag over his computer monitor, so I told him to move it.

Then I asked how many female coworkers were around.

Said there was one sitting across the room, near the opposite door.

So I told him—slowly stand up, and start shaking his hard cock.

And when he came—he had to do it on top of the office desk...lol.

I could picture it so clearly...

A middle-aged man, belly slightly bulging, slowly rising from his seat.

Only able to see his own cock from below, red glans in hand, leaning against the desk, jerking off...hahaha...

Just talking about it sent waves of quiet arousal through me.

I told him to imagine what was under the female coworker's skirt.

And as I spoke, I whispered that I was touching my own pussy flesh right now.

His breathing grew ragged—then a sharp click, like something hitting the floor.

He must've climaxed, bracing himself against something.

That click? Probably the office phone falling off the receiver.

Then—silence. The call ended.

Too quick. Too bland...lol.

On a hot summer day, this is what passes for phone sex—or being someone's little helper.

But don't misunderstand—I'm not some deviant. Everyone experiments once in a while, right?

I sat down for a moment on a park bench, catching my breath, body still buzzing.

Suddenly, I wanted to look under my skirt...

No one else in the park. Quiet, near the apartment complex.