Naomi's Confession: The Degenerate King's Game After the Bar

That night under the bar's lights
I was wearing that form-fitting coffee-colored top
Politely weaving through the guests
At that time, I was still the intellectual, somewhat distant housewife in everyone's eyes
I enjoyed the gazes while mixing drinks
But I didn't expect that subsequent King's Game
To become the starting point of my sanity collapsing
When I followed the guests into the motel to continue drinking
Alcohol made my defenses fragile
As the game instructions became increasingly extreme
I found myself no longer the one giving orders
But a prize at others' disposal
When my mouth was forcibly filled
When my body completely succumbed in vibration and penetration
That deliberately suppressed sense of shame
Actually turned into an unprecedented pleasure.
My whole body being used as a tool
I finally admitted that under this intellectual facade
I had long yearned to be thoroughly explored
I no longer need that elegant mask
Now, I just want to obediently spread my legs and mouth under the single men's domination
Accept every irrigation belonging to the flesh vessel
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