this is a very strange story that i experienced. i broke up with my boyfriend during my school days, i was betrayed by a friend i thought was my best friend, i became exhausted from being too obsessed with sns, and i was exhausted both mentally and physically. my parents, who couldn't stand to watch me, sent me to my mother's hometown during summer vacation. it was a village like a strange settlement where only old men lived. the old men kindly called out to me, who was tired of the city, and took care of me to an excessive extent. gradually, i began to feel comfortable and at ease living in that village. one day, one of the old men was bitten by a snake and injured. while treating him, i noticed that his crotch was also bulging. "it hurts here too... can you rub it?" i realized it wasn't an injury, but a physiological phenomenon. but i've always been taken care of, and i couldn't refuse. i rubbed the old man's crotch. that was seen by other old men, and the old men began to beg me for sexual satisfaction. sometimes in the bath, sometimes on the veranda, while surrounded by dicks, i squeezed out thick, milky semen. i felt a sense of fulfillment, like a mission, like my desire for recognition was being fulfilled by being desired by the old men. and the day before summer vacation ended and i returned to the city, i wanted to repay the old men, so i asked them to have sex with me all together, and i had 10 old men ejaculate on my face and pussy. i promised to come back after graduating from school and returned to city life. and six months later, i graduated safely and visited the village again in the cherry blossom season... but a young man i didn't know was living in that house. "where did you come from?" "um, where are the old men?" "old men? there aren't any old men around here?" no matter how much i looked, i couldn't find the old men. was that summer memory just an illusion? i'm still searching for the old men now.
