Epilogue

Written impulsively yet spanning intermittent creation across a year, this stands as my most reality-grounded work. No demon realms nor Sakura-tentacle-suit fantasies here – merely a carnal tale of girl exploring sexuality, striving for realism and recapturing that raw thrill from early erotic readings.

I recall my innocent beginnings when mere mention of genitals excited me. Soon regular vanilla sex scenes paled, driving me toward tentacle monstrosities and parasitic oviposition extremes. Eventually even those lost edge, limited by conventional doujin tropes. Finding satisfying works grew increasingly difficult.

This stems from my corrupted palate. Where once simple anatomy thrilled, now even violent tentacle penetrations leave me numb. The alarming moment came when enjoying a trans-female doujin aroused me. What defines true eros? Must escalating tolerance inevitably warp desires toward unimaginable perversions? Where might this path lead?

Fearful of such outcomes, I seek to rekindle that primal innocence through Ballerina Girl – rejecting supernatural elements except the succubus womb vibrator (technobabble framed as medical tech). Crafting arousal through fundamental sexuality, I rediscover that youth enthralled by anatomy’s simple beauty. May readers too reconnect with their original innocence – at minimum, never becoming someone aroused by trans-female porn.

—Member of Seventh Organization