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EP.314 The Masochist’s First Step (2) 

They say late-bloomers are the scariest; 

after Sahwa finally tasted pleasure, her life turned 180 degrees. 

To others, she looked like someone always diligently exercising 

and studying with newfound purpose. 

But, in reality, she was building her body for countless orgasms 

and collecting erotic knowledge she didn’t even know about. 

She truly lived a “masturbation monkey’s” lifestyle. 

‘They’ve really piled up.’ 

The collection of hidden adult toys only grew. 

More than five dildos alone, plus anal beads, vibrators, clit-sucking devices  

her box was now packed so full it couldn’t be hidden. 

Hormones seemed to kick in late, 

and as soon as Sahwa became an adult, her body grew more voluptuous  

her figure became obscene. 

‘Actually… I like it.’ 

Breasts too big for one hand. 

A firm, spankable butt anyone would want to slap. 

And just the right amount of curves to excite a man’s lust. 

She could easily attract a man to play with, 

but Sahwa actually avoided contact with men. 

‘I’m satisfied as is. Besides, the shock from that day never left my mind.’ 

Every time she thought of that boy, who seemed seven years younger, 

the first one to bring her pleasure, 

her womb twitched and her juices ran. 

Was this love? 

She pondered briefly, 

then shook her head, assured it wasn’t. 

‘This isn’t some beautiful feeling called love. Nobody knows that better than me.’ 

Sticky, deep, bottomless  

if this was what people called love, no one would romanticize it. 

So what was this feeling? 

Distracted, Sahwa sat at her computer, but couldn’t focus enough to search for answers. 

“If I knew what it was, I could look it up… but I don’t, so there’s nothing I can do.” 

She leaned back and thought, but nothing changed. 

She put off worrying about the feeling and 

visited her usual sites for more erotic knowledge. 

‘Wonder what I’ll learn today. Huh?’ 

One post caught her eye, 

almost as if hypnotized she clicked. 

It was a detailed guide on solo asphyxiation-masturbation. 

‘Asphyxiation masturbation…’ 

Using ropes or other tools to choke oneself, 

depriving the brain of oxygen so pleasure is forced. 

Definitely strange and dangerous, 

but her eyes couldn’t look away like being tempted by taboo. 

‘Use thick rope, and you need a sturdy pillar to hang it.’ 

Determined to absorb every word, she read slowly and thoroughly. 

Then rummaged around the house for supplies. 

Luckily, she found rope of the right thickness and a solid place to tie it. 

She was already beyond excited. 

‘First, wrap a thick towel around your neck.’ 

That way, marks wouldn’t remain post-masturbation, 

and the pressure would help maintain suffocation. 

She put a pet pee pad down to sit on. 

With three hours of peace ahead, 

it was the perfect time. 

A confident grin formed on her lips. 

‘Rope, check. Bring my favorite dildo for this.’ 

She sat on the pee pad, 

wrapped her neck in a towel and then the rope. 

Now, truly at the end of human dignity. 

She slowly pulled the rope tight. 

“Hnngh♥! Ngh♥!” 

The pressure crept up, 

a sensation she’d never felt before. 

Soon, as she sensed real risk, 

her brain forcibly boosted her urge to breed, sending her body into heat. 

As she began to lose consciousness, Sahwa hastily grabbed the dildo  

and, without hesitation, thrust it in. 

“Uuhk♥! Hhnng♥! Ugh♥!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

Even in danger, her hands moved furiously. 

Every thrust with the dildo spilled out more juices  

moaning uncontrollably. 

‘I’ll never go back now!’ 

Thrust thrust thrust thrust! 

After tasting pleasure so extreme, Sahwa was convinced. 

There was no way she could ever be satisfied with normal masturbation again. 

She’d fallen into an inescapable pleasure swamp. 

And, instead of feeling scared, 

she only regretted not having found this sooner. 

“Hnngh♥! Hhk♥! Nngg♥!” 

Thrust thrust thrust thrust! 

Closing in on climax, her hands moved more aggressively. 

She was ready to throw away her last sliver of human dignity 

in pursuit of pure pleasure. 

The pee pad beneath didn’t even contain all her juices  

by the time she was done, she’d soaked the floor. 

“Nnggh♥! Ugh♥! Nnggh♥!” 

Splash! Splash! SPLOOOSH! 

Barely surviving at the border of life and death, Sahwa hit orgasm. 

Her hips bucked, a torrent spraying out. 

Her face, twisted in ecstasy, almost signaled a farewell to her old self. 

As the climax ended, the rope loosened, 

and fresh air flooded her brain. 

Chewing on the afterglow, Sahwa let herself think: 

‘That was incredible. I want to feel it again.’ 

She knew it was dangerous  

But, or because of that, she was only more drawn to it. 

That rush she’d felt when the boy hit her wasn’t for nothing. 

She was a true masochist, 

and the pleasure she’d been chasing was exactly this. 

‘Maybe I should look deeper.’ 

Surely, with enough research, she’d find more acts like asphyxiation-masturbation  

deviant, dignity-destroying sex acts. 

Without even cleaning up, 

Sahwa sat back at her computer and dove into another search. 

‘A few things seem interesting…’ 

The problem was, the gadgets available were shockingly expensive, 

or impossible to use alone. 

What she wanted most was to have her arms and legs amputated 

and be used as an onahole. 

But there was no one to treat her that way, 

and society wasn’t going to allow it. 

‘If only limbs could regrow anytime, no matter how many times I cut them off.’ 

Not just for injury-free experimentation, 

but for the thrill of repeated amputation. 

But there’s no way that’s possible  

if it were, doctors wouldn’t exist. 

While out exercising early one morning, 

Sahwa swallowed her regret. 

It was a dream that probably couldn’t become reality. 

Thinking it over, she suddenly felt a strange impulse in an alleyway. 

It was dark, but she felt almost called. 

Without hesitation, she entered the alley 

and found a suspicious figure at the end. 

“Oh my, a well-built woman came by. Are you interested in my wares?” 

“And you are...?” 

A mysterious figure in a robe  

but her silhouette and voice confirmed that she was a woman. 

‘Bolder than you'd expect.’ 

A woman alone in a dark alley could easily be involved in a crime, 

yet she was calmly selling her goods. 

Sahwa admired and was surprised at her boldness. 

“If you like, take a look it’s free, after all.” 

“...I’ll have a look, then.” 

On the vendor’s table were seven items. 

At a glance, nothing special just ordinary products. 

But her gut told her these weren’t ordinary at all. 

If they were so good, surely she’d sell them on busy streets. 

If she was in this alley, 

there must be some story or a defect. 

Pondering, Sahwa gingerly picked one up: 

A gem glowing a deep red, 

as if reflecting her own twisted desires, 

exuding a darker, stickier aura. 

“That one’s good. Might be exactly what you need.” 

“Sorry, I can’t afford a gem like this.” 

“No worries. I’ll give it to you, as thanks for finding me.” 

“You’re just giving this to me?” 

Sahwa asked, disbelief heavy in her voice. 

It radiated a spooky energy, 

but its beauty as a gemstone didn’t change. 

Just selling it would probably fetch tens of thousands of dollars  

Who gives away such a gem just for being found? 

Just as Sahwa’s caution peaked, 

the stranger smiled slyly. 

“Ever heard of an Erotic Item?” 

“Erotic Item?” 

She tilted her head at the term. 

Something out of a dirty comic, 

nothing that should exist in reality. 

Usually refers to things like hypnosis apps or remote controls for people  

gadgets for sexual purposes. 

But she wouldn’t have said it for no reason; 

so was this gem an Erotic Item? 

‘No way…’ 

“If you wear that gem all day, it’ll optimize your body, and then return it to that state forever. Cut off your arms, your head hell, it’ll even restore a torn hymen.” 

“!” 

Sahwa’s jaw dropped. 

This was exactly the utopia she’d longed for  

the whispered promises of a devil. 

If it was true, she could finally live her ultimate masochistic fantasy. 

But how did she even have something so incredible? 

Her mind spun  

but above all, her attention stayed on the gem in her hand. 

It might be the only thing in the world that could grant her dream. 

“And who are you?” 

Clinging to rationality, Sahwa managed to ask. 

The lips visible under that robe curled into a purple grin. 

“I’m someone who knows the future, here to sow seeds in advance. I’d recommend not poking too deep.” 

“………….” 

Vague reply, but 

no ordinary person would possess such an item. 

Thinking so, Sahwa clutched the gem and left. 

“Thanks so much, then.” 

“Sure, I wish you the blessing of the Outer Cosmos.” 

She turned back, 

but the alley was empty as if the woman had never existed. 

Was it a summer night’s dream? 

Yet, the darkly shining gem in her palm proved it was real. 

Back home, Sahwa spent all day with the gem against her body. 

By the end, it disappeared like snow in spring  

the aura from the gem now pulsing inside her. 

‘If this is real…’ 

She pulled out a utility knife and unsheathed it intentionally. 

If her body could recover from anything, 

a cut from such a knife would be trivial. 

She sliced her fingertip blood pooled instantly. 

But, as if time reversed, the droplet closed and the cut vanished without trace. 

“Huh. Hehehe.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh. 

At last, it was complete. 

The twisted utopia she’d long wished for had arrived.