Chapter 533 – BAD ENDING 009 Happy Mannequin Sonia 1
– Kuuk.
-Ta ta ta ta that.!
-Tat that!
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tat!
Thanks to his poor mental resistance, which recorded a negative value in the Hero Association’s close examination, the mannequin fetish hypnotic voice would have been seriously embedded in his mind even if he had listened to it through a headset. Sonia reads a USB storage device by inserting it into the belly button plug port like a terminal.
The red button created in Sonia’s heart…
The mannequin-suggestion trigger switch created in my mind began to be pressed 30 times per second.
“Ah… Hehe…? Heh…♥”
BAD ENDING 009 Happy Mannequin Sonia
Like SNA06, a high-end full-body body that was created by Cyberlife, so it is natural that all data is uploaded to the centralized server installed in Cyberlife’s underground base.
It’s as if the main OS that moves Sonia’s body has changed. Sonia stands frozen in place, as if her Android, which had been moving normally, had changed to standby mode for an update.
“…”
Suddenly. In a rigid state. The bright light in Sonia’s eyes, which stood upright without trembling, gradually began to disappear.
As the light in her golden eyes that matches her blond hair disappears when the switch hinting at becoming a mannequin is pressed, Sonia’s pitiful wall in her heart collapses.
Hypnosis-inducing ASMR voice received from Dorma. Let’s start with what a mannequin is, step by step. The new attitude you must have as a mannequin after clearing away the common sense you knew in the past.
A pose that needs to be taken as a mannequin that needs to be taken care of. Until you get used to it, you are even trained to maintain a still posture during the time between beeps.
In addition, there is the advantage of the mannequin that Dorma personally climbed up to the earlobe and whispered so softly that it penetrated,
“…”
(I am a mannequin. A mannequin is a fixture. An object. It does not resist even if taken off. Not resisting is obedience. Then, a mannequin is a fixture that obeys. I am a mannequin. A fixture that obeys. I am a mannequin. A mannequin is a fixture. An object. A fixture that does not resist even if taken off. . Not resisting is obedience. Then the mannequin is a fixture that obeys. I am a fixture that obeys because I am a mannequin. I am a mannequin. A mannequin is a fixture. Objects. It does not resist even if taken off. Not resisting is obedience. Then the mannequin is a fixture that obeys. Because I am a mannequin. Obedient equipment)
-Ta ta ta ta ta that.
The day I became fascinated by window shopping mannequins at a clothing store.
The mannequin fetish probably started from the moment I stood still in an empty warehouse room, before the hypnotic voice that turned the suggestion switch seeped into my head.
– Crispy!
A switch hinting at mannequinization that had appeared in a corner somewhere, even though it was in my heart.
As time passed, I came to accept the mannequin more and more naturally, and at some point, a switch was placed in the center of my heart.
A hint switch where the button that was pressed once and for all at a speed of 30 seconds breaks with a crunching sound.
(Ah… Ah…?)
A switch that hints at Sonia’s mannequin fetishism as she presses it deeper and with all her might, causing it to become deeply embedded and not fall out.
(Ah… Isn’t… It’s pressed…? It’s not that I pressed it… Furthermore, it’s completely… Stuck…)
Until I figured out in my head that the hint trigger switch in my mind that didn’t actually exist was broken… I was still a poor hero who could think, but…
Now, when Sonia thinks of the red button that has become deeply embedded and never seems to come off as she continues to press it, it is difficult to shake off the feeling that it is slowly turning into something she wants to resemble.
(This… This… That… Take it out…)
Although the body stands still. Sonia is thinking hard about the red switch in front of her that doesn’t seem to come up, as if the spring is broken.
(But… Should I take it out…?)
Sonia is already overwhelmed by a situation that she can’t even pull out with her fingernails, so she hesitates at the feeling that her position as a mannequin is getting into her head.
A coordinator who gropes her mannequin fetishist partner who, while hesitating, said she wanted to be like a real mannequin. Dorma.
“Sonia is perfect! As expected… Are my eyes correct? It’s not a fake mannequin, it’s a real mannequin… It’s really the best. Sonia♥”
“I am… Perfect… Ah…”
The perfect mannequin.
Sonia’s eyes lit up and the remaining power in her eyes completely relaxed at the pleasant compliment she received.
I checked the mannequin’s smile that was slowly forming, and with a strange smile that seemed to others like a criminal in the dark and could be reported, I caressed the shiny flesh-colored part where Sonia’s areolas were. Touching Dorma.
With his other hand, Dorma slowly began to remove the mannequin camouflage plastic panties he had put on Sonia.
“Open your mouth, Sonia.”
‘…’
Sonia quietly opens her mouth without answering Dorma’s words.
‘…’
Dorma plunged into the coating solution without asking permission or telling her what to do, and stuck her finger into her mouth, which was still shiny and shiny.
Dorma looked at Sonia’s empty blue eyes and was not gagging or coughing, which should have been natural for a human being. Then she took out her finger again and tasted her own finger, which had been shiny from the beginning, but this time had added a sticky water sheen to it.
“I know it’s just my mood, but… It’s sweet…♥”
Although it doesn’t taste anything. Rather, it only tastes fishy like oil that has soaked into the skin. In my head, it’s not a mannequin, but I think it’s the saliva of Sonia, who loves mannequins, so my fingers feel sweet.
Then it was Dorma who gently pushed Sonia’s chin-up to close her mouth.
“…”
It was as if he had truly become a mannequin, just sitting there without any emotion. However, Sonia makes a light smile like a mannequin so that the guests who see it do not feel burdened.
Dorma began speaking again in the ears of Sonia, who was just standing there.
“Do you want to be a mannequin?”
Sonia was asked a question but did not answer.
Dorma keeps whispering to Sonia, who seems to be trying to do something about the switch that has been pressed in, as she stands quietly as if the only thing she is allowed to do as a mannequin.
“Sonia. Is it okay to think about it since I’m not a mannequin yet?”
Dorma speaks as if she doesn’t have to think about anything after becoming a mannequin
“How… Why… Why…?”
Sonia asked the last question, squeezing out what little of her mental strength she had left.
“Imagine Sonia. Sonia is a human and she, like a robot, needs to eat to move, right?”
“Yes…”
It wasn’t a metaphor for robots, humanoids, and androids charging like humans… Eating, but rather the opposite, but Dorma’s whispers pushed in before I could accurately understand such an ambiguous metaphor.
“Similarly, when Sonia thinks, instead of being able to think, she uses something to think.
So, like now, every time you think and speak, you have to use your thoughts little by little. Did you understand?”
Because I confessed honestly. As a senior with mannequin fetishism who wants everything left to be left to him.
Dorma continues talking as if she wants to completely push the back of the junior who confessed her shameful thoughts.
“Sonia. What is a mannequin?”
“The mannequin… Is obedient…”
A switch has already been created in the head of fake mannequin Sonia. Because I remember at least the transcript of the audio file that I listened to with all my might.
Dorma sticks her finger in Sonia’s right ear and whispers in her left ear.
This time, Dorma’s voice continued to echo in Sonia’s head as she spoke with one ear covered.
“Sonia is a mannequin. A mannequin is a fixture… An object that is difficult to resist.
But Sonia is not a mannequin. “You know why, right?”
“… Thing… Reason…”
By listening to her soft whispers. The more Sonia accepts it in her heart, the harder it becomes to think of Sonia like a doll trapped in a plastic frame called a made-up pose.
It’s getting harder and harder to think. A strange experience of losing one’s senses.
-Weeeeeing…
Sonia had been tuned to the ‘river’ from the beginning, and even now, when she began to feel the vibrations of the vibrator shaking inside the fake mannequin, Sonia was forced to look into the mirror by a force pressing her shoulder from behind.
It was Sonia looking at herself in her mirror.
“Ta-da~ This is Sonia.”
“…”
Legs that don’t move, facial expressions that don’t even blink, and a smile created by self-awareness as a mannequin that is doing everything it needs to do just by standing still in its heart.
Sonia’s honest eyes shine only blue.
Let’s run a happiness circuit that from now on, we can change such mannequins at any time, take care of them, and show them to people. Also, he was a boss who made people smile enough to mislead people.
