A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 256: TS Woman’s Dream (6)

Even though my head was aching from a hangover just a moment ago, I still remember the image of the room I saw the day before.

It was definitely a small room that was cluttered and had all kinds of miscellaneous things that hadn't been sorted out yet, showing up in every corner.

In other words, it could be said to be ordinary or a room full of life.

Asil also didn't remember exactly where and what was there.

But at least I was sure that it wasn't a mess like it is now.

The table in the middle of the room had already been moved to a position right against the wall.

And this was one of the few items that moved normally.

Chopsticks and cups were scattered so meticulously throughout the room that it was faster to count the number on the table.

The drying rack, which was probably used to dry laundry, was lying on the floor with the most hanging laundry thrown on the floor.

The blanket that was neatly folded in a corner of the room seemed to have satisfied its original purpose by being laid out on the floor, but it seemed to have not been used satisfactorily as it was in a crumpled and disheveled state.

And.

Asil hesitated and checked the item he had tried not to notice until now.

I didn't want to check, so I tried to pretend I didn't see it until now, but there were times when people had to face reality and look at the situation from an objective perspective.

Time flies. Like it or not, humans had to move into the future. To do so, it is important to accurately understand the present.

Asil thought now was the time.

... I said that, but in the end, I just didn't want to see the horrors of what I did while drunk last night.

A variety of pants and panties were thrown away in a more chaotic manner than the chopsticks and cups scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Friends are scattered like trash in shady corners, next to the closet or under the desk, as if they are afraid of being noticed by someone.

When I saw that all of my friends were naked from the waist down, I could immediately tell where their pants and panties had come from, as they were so carelessly thrown away that I couldn't even see the floor.

And among those pants and panties, a pair of women's clothing with a clearly different design and fabric caught my eye.

The sight of outerwear and underwear scattered one by one on the north, south, east, and west of the square room, as if planting a flag over an occupied territory, made it difficult to guess how they had taken off their clothes and ended up in this state.

Moreover, the meticulously sprayed women's clothing also hinted at another problem.

It meant one set each for the east, west, south, and north, that is, two sets of outerwear and two sets of underwear.

Considering that clothes are generally divided into tops and bottoms, two sets of each...

... No, let's stop.

Even if I extended the description here and there, in the end, there was only one scene I wanted to describe.

The point was that Asil was naked.

"Oh really. What happened... !"

Asil woke up naked in her friend's room, covered her face with both hands and screamed.

Of course, I wasn't saying this because I didn't know what really happened.

Alcohol, naked women, and men naked from the waist down. Moreover, crucially, there was dried white liquid all over Asil's body and even her lower abdomen throbbing slightly every time she moved her body.

It was a situation that even a fool could understand.

The reason Asil was crying was because she couldn't remember what she had done.

It was nice to get picked on by my friends while I was drunk.

No, if things had gone the way they were, it would have been a huge problem.

Even if it wasn't real that she, a man, had sex with a man, it would have been normal for the thought of her to make me vomit, but for some reason it didn't feel that terrible.

As if he was used to this kind of thing.

Anyway, let's skip that for now.

If he had just been eaten, Asil wouldn't have been so anxious.

However, looking at the current situation, no matter how you look at it, it was not an ordinary drunk attack.

If I had done that, my friends wouldn't have looked like that.

Even the one who looked fine was hanging limply against the wall of his room, looking as if he had aged five years.

Moreover, even though he had opened his eyes now, he was still pretending to sleep, glancing at Asil with his eyes squinted.

It would have been understandable if those eyes were a sinister look meant to spy on Asil's naked body, but it was even more mysterious that they were eyes full of fear.

In the end, Asil gave up on understanding, sighed one last time, and went to the bathroom/shower room in her room to wash her body.

Even after Asil came back after washing her body, put on her clothes, and left her room, there was silence in her room for a long time.

Everyone was already awake due to the sound of water in the shower and getting dressed, but no one said they were awake and just quietly watched the situation with narrowed eyes.

It was a brave friend who finally broke the silence that could have even led to eye rolls.

"... Did you go?"

Shocking.

At one small word, the friends who were hiding around the room and pretending to be dead reacted by flinching.

After a few minutes passed and nothing happened, only then did they open their mouths one by one.

"Wow, shit. "I thought I was going to die."

"How many times did you cum? "My dick still feels numb."

"What kind of girl... No, before a woman, is that a person?"

"It was her wish to have sex just once before she died, but she had no idea that just having sex would bring her to the brink of death."

The friends' words were all incoherent, but the overlapping content was as follows.

"I feel like a month's worth of semen was extracted."

"A month? "I only have about a week?"

"Actually, three days is enough for me."

"Are you that confident? Should I bring you back?"

"..."

"..."

The conversation, which was on the verge of turning into a fight over the men's petty pride, was neatly quelled by one word: calling Asil.

To that extent, last night's experience was stimulating, intense, and fatal.

Of course, right now, just hearing the word "Asil" Is enough to make her lower back tremble, but after a few days, she will secretly peek at Asil's breasts again and her pants will bulge.

Because that's what a man was.

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"Again?"

"Tto?"

A friend who visited Asil's living room opened the door and as soon as he saw her, he frowned and questioned the words she said.

"That is... Ugh. Please come in first."

Asil, who was wearing comfortable clothes such as dolphin pants and a T-shirt, opened the door without giving any explanation.

"Excuse me... Huh?"

My friend, who was taking off his shoes and entering Asil's room, saw something in the corner of his eye and looked in that direction.

Beer, soju, and rarely even liquor.

A mountain of cans and bottles that seemed to contain all kinds of alcoholic beverages were piled up in a corner of the room.

The lack of unity made it seem like Asil had not bought it himself.

Asil said after seeing his friend check the acidity of the alcohol.

"You understand now, right? "Why did I do that?"

At Asil's words, the friend who came to his room nodded.

There was an armful of similar beer in the friend's arms.

"Really. Aren't they all too explicit? Something like that happened before, and it's been a few days. Look at you bringing alcohol."

"Ah, haha."

The friend who came with alcohol for the very 'blatant reason' Asil talks about could only let out a dry laugh.

Even if I shouted "Back again!" Like the main character in a web novel I read a while ago, time did not go back. The shame was entirely my friend's responsibility.

If I had brought it in my bag, I could have pretended I didn't buy it, but I couldn't because I was carrying it in my arms.

And along with the shame, there was a question that arose.

That's it...

"Do you wonder if I had sex with other guys as much as I drank that much?"

"... !"

My friend was so surprised that he heard a voice whispering softly in his ear.

No, actually it really jumped.

– Bang! Drurrrr...

A beer can jump out of my friend's arms and rolled on the floor.

Asil laughed at his friend's reaction and bent down to pick up the beer can that was rolling on the floor, further increasing the altitude of the alcohol mountain.

As I bent down, my slightly baggy T-shirt hung down, giving me a glimpse of my voluptuous cleavage.

My friend blushed slightly when she saw that.

Looking at Asil, there were so many defenseless corners.

Although it was my first time experiencing something like the last living room disaster, I was always so defenseless that I wondered if it was a man or something.

If I think about it, it's been like that since middle school. Stretching out your legs while wearing a skirt, bending your upper body while wearing loose-fitting clothes, or rubbing your body against your friends.

However, despite Asil's behavior, according to my friend's 'memory', Asil had never been recognized as a woman until now, but in recent weeks, she suddenly began to look like a woman.

It wasn't a cliché that she wasn't conscious of being male or female among her childhood friends.

The first time I met Asil was in middle school. At that time, she was already after secondary sexual signs, when her breasts began to swell.

But why didn't she look like a woman?

Well, it's probably no big deal.

Her friend moved on without thinking much about it. Because what was in front of her was more important than that.

Asil continued her story without even guessing what her friend was up to.

"Actually, she hasn't done it since. "I was busy too."

Asil, she was a female college student and also a streamer.

The reason I spent the night at her friend's room last time was because it happened to be an open day and a break, and Asil was usually busy.

And today.

Coincidentally, today was Asil's day off.

Asil sat on her bed and crossed her legs in her dolphin pants.

"Would you like to put what you have in your arms over there and talk about it?"