I think I'm a pervert. At school, I’m the quiet model student; my grades are good. I've never rebelled against my parents or been with flashy groups. It's not that I have a wild love life or anything like that. But perhaps my desire and curiosity about sex, and the frequency of doing it alone, have always been stronger than others'. Not comparing myself to anyone, though. People wouldn't post explicit self-photos on SNS; it's something inappropriate. I know these things are wrong. But when a stranger’s sleazy comments like, 'You're cute,' or 'Show me more,' make me happy and excited—I can't help it. Because really, I must be a pervert. I want you to look at me with lustful eyes. I want you to get excited by me. I want you to pleasure yourself with me. Use me up. Do it harder. Hurt me more. Pound me harder, deeper, squeeze me, abuse me, abuse me, abuse me. Being hurt like this feels good. Crying feels good.