My first girlfriend was supposed to be the ideal type—pure, quiet, considerate, and kind. One day, she left her smartphone behind. On a whim, I peeked at her phone screen. She wouldn't lie about this, right? There was a chat group called 'Shared Toilet' on her phone, along with a photo of a woman who looked like her in a perverted outfit. I told myself it must be some prank or spam chat. But then she said she was going back to her hometown, and suddenly I felt uneasy. Worried, I called her, but there was no answer. After several attempts, she finally picked up and said, 'Hello? Sorry, I couldn't answer the phone earlier. Uh... I'm not feeling well. Uh... Don't worry about it, I'll call you back later.' Determined, I went to her hometown and saw that she was fine. However, a group of local troublemakers suddenly appeared, scaring me. There were so many things I wanted to ask, but they made me drink alcohol, and when I woke up, there was an unknown side of her, greedily devouring countless penises and going wild... Please tell me this is a lie... Contrary to my thoughts, my penis was incredibly hard.
