>>3004963Mio's eyes fluttered as she felt her core clench and leak heavily at that thought. She almost unravelled at the sudden thought. Her stockinged toes clenched. It was as if she was holding on to dear life in search of some lifebuoy to anchor her. She sought and sought, but her grip found nothing but black nylon and air.
Gosh, this is hopeless isn't it.
Again, she tried to put a stockinged foot forward and found her mind desperately lashing back. No amount of the reason and logic she'd summoned up earlier could push her over that edge. Her deepest, most primal instincts were to curl up in a ball in this dingy alcove and bury her head forever.
Mio stared forlornly at the now already packed hall, her body shaking from the cocktail of estrogen, fear and excitement.
She couldn't do this on her own. She needed help. Substances, alcohol, drugs, anything to blank out the utter humiliation ahead.
But she had nothing.
Except for her fingers.
The act she was about to carry out was so insane it wasn't something she could do while sober. And considering she didn't have alcohol or drugs on hand to numb herself in a fog, there left only one option.
A) Quickly masturbate to the very edge and stop right before cumming. Then quickly use the suffocating brainfog to start her streak to... somewhere.
B) There's no time. Summon her last reserves of her undiscovered courage and start streaking... also to somewhere
For A, the following chapter will be very disjointed and narratively messy to mimic Mio's fragmented state of mind. Pick this if you want to see a deranged Mio desperately try to figure something out step by step all the while shards of her sanity threaten to penetrate the horny fog in her mind
For B, the following chapter will be more narratively structured, but at the cost of Mio being aware of everything. Pick this if you want to see Mio fight against the constant overwhelming humiliation with a high risk of completely self-destructing as a human being
