Chapter 518 – 294 Because It Eliminates the Areola. It Stings a Little~
“Delete completed… Appropriate memory capacity has been secured.”
“Delete unnecessary data completed. Run input program.”
Humanoid, where access to the object’s personal personality data has been delegated from the family to the owner due to permanent rental processing.
Personal data as it is, without anyone paying attention to it. L32, which erases the individuality data of the body without hesitation in order to process the treatment of a customer registered under the name of Sonia.
Although it was a small possibility. The family repurchased a Humanoid called L32. It was a basic Humanoid program that deleted the data saved for repurchase as soon as it recognized that the permanent lease payment had ended.
Phew… I pressed various buttons, then walked up to Sonia, who was still lying motionless like a mannequin, and ran my fingers through her golden hair.
Sonia’s soft, vibrant golden hair flows like water over soft silk.
Although there are no records of visits. Skin that seems to have already undergone full-body hair removal treatment.
If it’s an android, it’s natural because it’s made that way from the beginning… If it’s really a human…
“You’re so pretty and soft. Your body… Is perfect… I’m really, really jealous. Sonia?”
(…♥ I was praised… Hehe…)
The facial expression that a mannequin should normally have in response to a compliment coming from her while stroking her own hair. It was Sonia whose smile slightly softened.
—-
“Then shall we begin?”
When she confidently bent down and stood up, she saw a plastic box in the hands of her boss.
Shake to check whether the transparent gel is full. A beautician at a beauty salon who fills the spray bottle without hesitation, with skills that make it seem like she’s only done it once or twice. Boss.
In the image of filling the sprayer with gel. It’s not that transparent. I vaguely remember feeling like I had filled the spray bottle with a thicker solution…
(Well… Something… Just occurred to me… And…)
(More than that… This… From now on… Is… More important…♥)
Sonia’s heart is pounding so hard that it’s not noticeable as she looks forward to what will happen to her skin in the future.
Chiik… Chiik…!
(It’s cold… But it’s okay…♥)
To think like that. It’s proof that you’re becoming like a naked mannequin that makes you blush just by looking at it.
So… The moment it is perfected, I end up wishing that it would be treated like a mannequin… Waiting for the clothes it was put on to be sold and taken off…
Lift the jet and head towards Sonia, who is lying down, first with her legs. The beautician gradually sprays transparent jelly over the calf in that order.
“Haha…♥”
“Please don’t move, Sonia.”
Although Sonia decided to just lie still like a mannequin and let’s see. Her belly button plug port is so sensitive that even if anything is inserted into her, she will still climax. She is a connection terminal. A cyberimplant user who reacts helplessly when her belly button is sprayed with cold gel. Sonia.
It might be itchy because the gel got into my belly button. I know it’s hard to say to Sonia, who really looked like an android in standby mode, but please don’t move.
“S-sorry.”
“Please don’t even tell me…”
(… I’m sorry…)
When she was pointed out again, Sonia lay still, this time apologizing in her heart. I don’t know what the transparent gel is.
Thanks to the belly button plug port not recognizing it as a foreign object, Sonia was not forced to climax until the moment the inside of her belly button dried cleanly. Instead, she lay down safely until the transparent gel seeped all over her body. 〈 Br〉
She regained her composure and looked into the mirror on her ceiling. Thanks to seeing the blue jewel brooch that Mr. Dorma left behind.
(… Blue light…♥)
“…”
Even as the spray went over Sonia’s sensitive navel, up her, up to her breasts and started spraying her with the cold gel, golden eyes just stared at a blue spot on the ceiling.
This time, rather than playfully massaging the Android to find out whether it was an Android that had switched to standby mode or not, the owner moved his fingers seriously as a beautician at a beauty salon, even if it was an acquaintance of a friend.
Like pampering Sonia’s nipples as she stares at the ceiling with her blank eyes, or kneading bread dough with her puffy breasts.
An expert’s touch where the palm is spread out in the center of the breast, pressed firmly, and turned in a circular motion.
It’s not as good as the succubus specializing in the breast development course at the Succubus Sex Shop. The beauty therapist’s movements were enough to make Sonia’s nipples, which had been holding on to their size due to her poor attitude, return to the erect nipples that had been painted over.
As the breasts shake, the breasts that should naturally release a sweet moan are repeatedly being pressed, and the hard nipples are pulled as if this is the natural thing to do. Just Sonia from Sky City, just lying blankly.
(Blue light… Pretty…♥)
Although I forgot the direction of the object I was looking at. Sonia is already immersed in the mannequin fetish to the extent that she sees a blonde mannequin in front of her and a convenient delusion appears in her head.
(I want to stand…♥
Exhibition… I want to be…♥)
The blonde mannequin that came to mind didn’t just exist in my imagination. To Mr. Dorma’s clothing store. I already knew that there were not just one or two, but a lot of them on display.
Because I want to be displayed like a mannequin. It’s here. Sonia answers herself. Because I want to become a confident mannequin that receives people’s attention at once.
I want to stand side by side with such a mannequin…
(… I’m taking a step closer to the mannequin… Practice… Like a mannequin…)
A sprayer that applies transparent gel to the areola and nipple by holding the tip of the nipple that has become thick due to succumbing to the inevitable stimulation, in direct contrast to the gap that did not respond even when cold gel was spread all over the body.
When the hairdresser put down the spray gun for a moment and gestured, L32 opened a drawer and took out a tool that looked like a small dart or a tattoo set and handed it to the hairdresser.
“I’m holding on well, Sonia. Just do it.”
(Yes…♥)
“L32. Do as set like this.”
“Yes, Master. I will carry out L32 instructions.”
A humanoid that accepts a needle that appears to be a tattoo set. L32
As if I trusted the smoothness of the pure white bodysuit that covered each of my fingers to prevent them from slipping. He walked next to Sonia, who was lying down…
Without hesitation, Humanoid grabs the nipple at the end of Sonia’s right breast to one side, presses it, and sticks a needle into the visible areola.
(It… It stings!… Well… You just have to endure it…!)
After the silver needle goes inside the areola. As if on purpose, after a while, Sonia’s areolas changed to a pink color with healthy oil and a natural sheen.
Let the needle go in and out as if piercing beyond the areola. Sonia’s areola has holes of the same color as the mannequin fetish mannequins that can only be found at Dorma’s clothing store.
And. The answer given to the owner who first ordered Humanoid to begin the procedure.
“Specified color match confirmed.”
(A designated color…?!)
Although I am surprised in my heart. Even before Sonia could calm her excited mind, having guessed that the designated color was the same as the mannequin used elsewhere.
An order given to Humanoid who has completed a single flesh-colored section in the pink areola that is difficult to see with the naked eye.
“Then continue.”
“Yes, Master. Continue with instructions.”
As soon as the order is given. To prevent the subject from struggling. To be honest, the part that isn’t the areola is already flesh-colored, so I figured it wouldn’t be a problem to poke it.
Humanoid’s program to minimize the pain of the recipient by completing the procedure as quickly as possible.
“.〉!〉…!〉!〉.☆.〉!〉…〉!?”
“Okay then, Sonia. I’ll take the other side from here, okay? Don’t answer and don’t move. Just do this.”
Hold your breasts tightly, so they don’t shake. Humanoid repeatedly inserts the needle deeply into the areola and pulls it out at the speed of a sewing machine.
Sonia continues to experience flashes of light as the next needle pushes in before her mind can understand the sensation of something being pushed in.
“…!〉〉〉!〉〉〉!~〉〉.☆.〉!〉〉!~〉〉”
Every time the needle pricks me, my mind becomes more and more blurred… And the color of Sonia’s areolas. Traces.
(Ah… It hurts… But… I can endure this…!)
A fake mannequin with the shiny pink color of the nipples and areola peeling off. It was Sonia.
