With every thrust, I lose a piece of myself. An endless climax carved into me from my anal.
The dim room is filled with male passion and the sweet scent of sweat rising from a body mimicking a woman. His "false peace," acting as a lovely femboy, was easily trampled by the hard heat ruthlessly invading his deepest part. The vulgar sound of membranes meeting hot mass, "squelch...", tears through the silence. Each time his anal is pierced and gouged, the masochistic instinct he had kept hidden rushes through his body like a hot current of blood. The hot breaths trembling in the back of his throat, "haah... haah...", eventually turn into wordless moans, and his slender white fingertips clumsily claw at the sheets.
The impact of the thrusts directly hits his prostate and brain. In that moment, he realized that he was no longer a "man," but had been remade into a "female" who only craves pleasure. The cock raging between his legs, symbolizing the contradiction between humiliation and pleasure, twitches in the void, ignoring his own will. "Ah, ahh...!" His hips tremble violently, and his consciousness turns white. Stimulation beyond the limit hits his central nervous system, his vision turns white, and his eyes roll back. The sight of him rolling his eyes and convulsing is a record of the moment a beautiful fairy drowned in the swamp called masochism and was completely broken. The beads of sweat running down his skin shine like pearls in the light, and in each drop, the reason he discarded and the climax he chose are condensed. Today again, he exposes his ahegao and falls into the abyss as a slave to irresistible pleasure.
