This is a very strange story that happened to me.

When I was a student, I broke up with my boyfriend,
I was betrayed by a girl I thought was my best friend,
I was so obsessed with social media that I was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Unable to bear seeing this, my parents sent me to live in the countryside near my mother's house during summer vacation.

It was a strange village where only older men lived.
The older men were kind enough to talk to me when I was tired of living in the city,
and they took care of me to the point of being overly nosy.
Gradually, I began to feel comfortable and at home living in the village.

One day, one of the older men was bitten by a snake.
As I was treating him, I noticed that his groin was also bulging.
"It hurts here too...can you rub me?"
I realized it wasn't an injury, but a natural phenomenon.
But he had always been so kind to me, so I couldn't refuse, so I rubbed his crotch.

The other men saw me doing this, and
the men started begging me for sexual desires.

Sometimes in the bath,
sometimes on the veranda,
surrounded by the men's cocks,
I squeezed out their thick, white semen.

Being desired by the men
gave me a sense of purpose in life, a sense of mission, and my need for recognition was fulfilled.

Then, the day before summer vacation ended and I was to return to the city,
I wanted to repay them all for their kindness, so I asked them all to have sex with me,
and I had all 10 men ejaculate on my face and pussy.

I'll come back when I graduate from school! I promised myself that and returned to my life in the city.

Then, six months later, I successfully graduated
and visited the village again during cherry blossom season...
but there was a young man I didn't know living in the mansion.

"Where did you come from?"
"Um, what about the men?"
"Men? There aren't any around here."
No matter where I looked, I couldn't find the men.
Were my memories of that summer just an illusion?

I'm still searching for the men,