The Campus Belle's Forbidden Desire

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... Please, have mercy on me..."

In the dimly lit room, I lay naked on the bed, only to be yanked up by my hair once more by the man behind me.

"We've only just begun... Open your mouth!"

He didn't stop until my strength was completely spent, and I passed out cold.

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My name is Chloe Anderson, a freshman at the dance academy.

With my pretty face and great figure, many guys see me as an unapproachable ice queen who wants nothing to do with men, too intimidated to confess their feelings.

But what they don't know is that ever since puberty, I've had these urges toward the opposite sex.

I've even... more than once... fantasized about being violated by multiple strong men.

And it all traces back to that one night.

Back then, my parents were always busy with work, often not coming home until after midnight.

Those were my hours of absolute freedom.

As usual, I sneaked into their bedroom and turned on the computer, planning to play some games. But then I noticed a series of titles in the viewing history that made my face burn—

"Busty Housewife Cheats on Husband with Twin Hunks."

"Innocent Campus Belle in Wild Session with 5 Muscled Men."

"..."

The videos all showed several virile, muscular men surrounding a beautiful, completely naked woman, freely manipulating her delicate body.

Overwhelming shame made me want to pull away.

Yet my eyes were glued to the screen, as if hypnotized, watching the woman being driven breathless, biting the sheets in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back.

Growing up, my mother's strict upbringing and dance training had taught me to always maintain ladylike poise and restraint.

I was never to sit with my legs apart while wearing a skirt.

That was the first time I saw a grown man's naked body.

It was also when I first learned that a woman could... accommodate so many men at once.

Stimulated by the scenes, my breathing grew ragged. Almost unconsciously, my hand slipped under my nightgown, beginning to explore.

From that day on, every night I'd hide under the covers, fantasizing about being roughly handled by several powerful men while touching myself.

Only after exhausting all my strength could I finally fall into a peaceful sleep.