Author: fanzui
Word count: 7553
I am an ordinary boy studying in a coastal 211 polytechnic university. He has been a good boy in the eyes of relatives and neighbors since he was a child. Go to school honestly and complete homework step by step. Amateur hobbies are also limited to playing games with extreme restraint every weekend. Although it went smoothly all the way from junior high school, and has always maintained the upper-middle grades, and finally entered 211, which is barely a prestigious school, it is not too much of a failure in retrospect. But I have always had a regret. It seems that all those youthful words in the past 20 years, such as “campus love”, have never been with me.
However, this is also unavoidable. Facing the mirror, I sighed. Although it is not ugly, but the facial features of pure passers-by can’t see a trace of the so-called heroic spirit. Because I never pay attention to dressing, fashion and so on (in other words, I don’t have spare money to pay attention to), the overall temperament is also extremely mediocre and boring. The most terrible thing is that I lack eloquence and sweet words, no, not just “lack” can be used to describe it. Because junior high school to high school are all science experimental classes, I have come into contact with only a handful of opposite sexes of the same age during the seven years. After entering university, facing those girls with exquisite makeup and tall figure, I felt as if I belonged to a different species from them, and I didn’t know how to get in touch with them on an equal footing, let alone become friends, and even pursued them.
However, on the way to and from school, going back and forth to the cafeteria and library, and looking at the classmates around me, my mood will be refreshed again. Aren’t many of the boys passing by the same as me? Who can find a girlfriend in a science and engineering university? After eating takeaway with my brothers in the dormitory, and having fun, simple and simple, is the real happiness. Women or something, watch a movie and masturbate once, who cares about this?
Thinking of this, my heart “thumped” and beat violently. Yeah, I’m different from a lot of other boys. I can’t find a girlfriend, and there are a lot of boys who feel inferior when they see beautiful girls, but I have a more shady secret.
I’m a hopeless jerk.
Since I was a child, I saw scenes of characters being tied up in animations, and I felt an uncontrollable excitement in my heart. I fantasized that I would become the characters in the animations, struggling in the confinement of ropes. This is probably the so-called natural M physique. These are only vague memories from distant childhood, but I really came into contact with sm in the seventh grade of junior high school. I searched for the cover of Yapoo market in the pornographic website by chance: A man was lying on the ground tied up like a mummy, with only one head exposed. And above the head, there is a device similar to a simple toilet. There is a stylish and beautiful woman sitting on it, smoking a cigarette nonchalantly, sitting on the device to defecate. Of course, the feces fell directly on the man’s face. In the picture, the man has some brown feces in his mouth, with an unswallowed slash across his face, with a painful and hideous expression. And the woman smoking on it seemed to turn a blind eye to the man’s pain. Under her spanked buttocks, there was a piece of feces that had just been pulled out, and it was obvious that it would soon fall on the man’s face, increasing his pain. But the beauty who was smoking a cigarette didn’t seem to have any guilt about it.
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