It's raining outside again. Since the laundry didn't dry, I head to my usual coin laundry with heavy steps. Listening to the rain hitting the umbrella makes me unable to suppress the ache deep within my body that started from that day. At first, it was just a moment of carelessness. I got caught in the rain on the way, my blouse clinging to my skin as I fell into a deep sleep surrounded by the sound of the dryer. A man seeing my body through wet, see-through clothes. A man peeking at my body through gaps in loose pajamas. Excited, they took what they wanted, tore my stockings, and stole my underwear… While the sound of the dryer drowned out my voice, I was fucked wildly. Even though I had been defiled, every time it rains now, I can't stop the heat building up in my crotch. "Will anyone come today...?" I muttered to myself, tracing my own desire so much that I'm already a captive of that damp heat. By the time the laundry dries, I'll be back to being "clean me," blending into the streets. But inside, I'm still soaked with the sensation of those men. Hey. If it rains again, can you find me here?
