Chapter 230 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Unrestricted Body Modification_Love Tek 7th Basement Floor, Secret Research Building, Special Purpose Body Modification Laboratory. (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Unrestricted body modification_Love Tek 7th basement level,
Secret research building, special purpose body modification laboratory.(1)
The object in the owner’s hand is a catalog that appears to be quite thick.
The receptionist, who didn’t seem to notice any difference from normal times, except that she had probably changed her clothes again in the meantime and that her clothes were a little disheveled, politely handed the book over to the owner.
My questions and concerns deepen as I wonder what its purpose is, what it is intended to do, and whether such grandiose preparations are necessary.
I could tell that it was something out of the ordinary.
It was a fairly thick catalog, similar to what you would see at a mail order or a complex that stocks a variety of products. At first glance, it seemed like a lot of effort had been put into it, and it had a lot of volume.
When it comes to a ritual catalog, it wouldn’t be unusual to see that thickness, but that’s why this thickness can be said to be strange.
As the purpose is to promote the products to be sold, the fact that the catalog is thick means that the product list and details are diverse and complex. It is not a business that sells a wide variety of specialized products, and it is a product of several companies. A catalog this thick would have been strange, unless it was a complex distribution business or a medium- to large-scale shopping mall that bundles and sells products.
No matter how secret and suspicious it is, it is an establishment for entertainment purposes.
Even if a complex course was organized, even if the type of member was selected and the settings used were divided, the amount of items seemed unusual.
Even if you think of all the types you can think of, if you were to make at most a dozen, wouldn’t something like a thin pamphlet or, to exaggerate a bit, a brochure with a few pages, be enough to fill the content?
Beauty? The amount seemed unusual for a catalog prepared by a store for that purpose.
I glanced at the catalog in the master’s hand with unbearable curiosity and a chilling feeling, and the sinister abnormality only amplified further.
It was definitely not an ordinary catalog.
Since it was only a passing glance, I couldn’t see the details, but the content reflected in my eyes was very impressive.
As many thick pages as there are, the letters are packed in small letters. I still couldn’t tell how many products there were to introduce or whether they were so packed, but in between the crowded text, there were pictures of women’s bodies to add explanations… The light pink bumps and detailed illustrations of mucous membranes seemed to show that the effort put into this catalog was something out of the ordinary.
Is this a review of an actual experience?
It would be correct to call her a subject. A very provocative nude photo of a woman with her face exposed.
A page full of red annotations as if to emphasize something, with private parts or specific body parts enlarged and something to be explained.
What are those photos that can’t be called ordinary at all for… It was an area I couldn’t understand because I couldn’t look at it in detail, but since the photo showing the woman’s naked body was clearly exposed, it could already be said that it was far from an ordinary product description catalog.
Flapping, flapping.
The owner was writing down something on the catalog while flipping through the booklet filled with pictures of vulgar and lewd scenes.
What are you thinking, with a sinister and lewd smile on your face?
Every time I made fun of a fan group that didn’t fit in, my own sinister feeling only increased.
From now on… What is happening?
In addition, the owner’s words and actions and the receptionist’s response were so shocking that I had forgotten about them, but as time passed, I became aware of my current state.
I didn’t really want to notice, but the density of gaze from people around me was getting stronger… That sticky glare was so sloppy that I had no choice but to become aware of it.
Clothes that are almost no different from naked body.
Ugly graffiti clearly visible on every inch of skin.
A leather necklace hanging around the neck, and hanging above it… Temporary slave issuance certificate.
You could say it’s strange that it’s not noticeable.
The store must have always been busy, with many people waiting for their turn, and the arrogant receptionist showed an unconventional attitude that would normally be unimaginable, so it was inevitable that many people would be curious about this place. .
In the midst of all this, there was no way my strange appearance could not go unnoticed.
Until just before, I was so shocked by the suddenness of the incident that I couldn’t realize it, but as time passed and the shock faded… Gradually, I couldn’t help but worry about the gaze of people around me.
Again… It was being seen.
Various perspectives.
A gaze that dwells on one’s own body that can only be described as perverted.
Directed towards the chest, towards the fabric that is semi-transparent and not much different from being naked, towards the stomach… Under… The gaze wanders to the face, sticky as if the graffiti on the skin has been pressed down, and finally rests on the slave issuance certificate hanging around the neck.
Concentrated… A gaze of soggy desire.
Those people’s eyes, now without a mask or mask… My bare face still felt exposed.
The situation where you are exposed with your bare face… It was a feeling more chilling than I could have imagined, engraved on my body.
There, the slave’s ID card with his name and three letters clearly written on it… His private life is exposed so blatantly that he feels as if his whole body is screaming with complex sensations that are difficult for even him to understand.
What should I say?
A really strange feeling.
It’s terrible, it’s painful, but… On the one hand, it’s a thrilling feeling that makes you give up hope.
My true identity is revealed to so many people… With me showing up like this, I’m at a loss as to how I’ll be able to walk around the streets from now on.
On the one hand… Now, I wonder how those people, the people who knew me, and the rest of the world will treat them… That inexplicable feeling slowly made me realize that I was falling into destruction, and shook my head.
Is it pleasure? Or is it despair?
I couldn’t completely understand that feeling.
One thing is certain: the body clearly understood the sensations and emotions.
A woman’s private part that gets wet honestly and without lies.
The soggy, thin piece of cloth that seemed to have no place to get wet already soaked up the damp moisture as if it were being painted over.
Under the white lights, various ugly phrases that have not yet been erased spectacularly capture people’s attention.
What is the size of your areola, how long are your nipples, how many times do you masturbate before going to sleep, where on your body is the most sensitive and easy to feel, what is your lustful and pervert nature? Even where the address of the house I live is…
Everything, everything… They are revealing it in the form of graffiti without any intention of hiding it… I’m staring at you like that…
From that hot gaze, her nerves seemed to melt and burn. ♥
A reluctant gaze, as if every single thing was exposed and thrown away.
The terrible sensation presses on the skin and does not come off.
A disgusting feeling, like being raped with just a look.
It was as if her breasts, labia, and butt hole were being molested with fingers… The oily gaze made me sad.
It’s not actually touched or licked…
It was like having my skin being sucked by the sticky tongue of a man with those oily eyes… A creepy feeling.
Sometimes, a slippery sensation, as if the gap was being opened by shiny fingers, went up my shoulder and felt like it was slipping into my armpit.
A shiver runs down my spine, as if running up my spine.
Like this… As I was looking at him with an explicit gaze, I felt a strange feeling in my head, as if my whole body was being caressed.
Disgusting, shameful, horrible… Yet, it is a low pleasure that strangely stimulates the core and makes you feel addicted.
That… Melting into the sticky sensation, the thick feeling of pleasure that invades my emotions… Eventually, my waist loses its balance due to the gaze that has no physical substance.
The gaze wanders, and the breathing loses rhythm.
The waist, which shakes roughly and wildly, eventually moves to the knees, causing the person to lose balance and collapse.
All kinds of emotions were mixed together, and my head was shaking as if I was drunk.
Wandering gaze, misplaced pupils, uncontrolled breathing.
The body that woke up to exposure had its skin burning red like a virgin in heat.
It was something I had already experienced all day today, but perhaps that was because of it? The wall of awakened exhibitionism was more firmly encroaching on the body.
More reliably, stain the floor with clear evidence.
Like a thread, a few solid lines are created as if connecting the floor and a part of my body.
The direction clearly indicated what emotions I was currently encroached upon and what state I was in.
There is no reason for others to be unaware of this blatant state of one’s body.
The gaze of people who are more blatantly drawn to the image of themselves that they can clearly see.
My body becomes even more intimidated by the intensity of the gaze becoming clearer and goes into heat.
It could be said to be a continuation of a vicious cycle.
With that chilling pleasure, the walls of exposure only bloomed further.
I can’t do this or that due to a dizzying sensation that resembles vertigo, and my vision is blurry due to a headache that resembles pleasure.
The woman’s body was already setting an example with sticky honey.
Really♡ I wonder what happened.
The body and mind that had awakened to the quirk called exposure were able to understand the emotion called pleasure more clearly in this situation.
In each and every look of people, in those eyes filled with desire… I was feeling a sense of pleasure that I could not do anything about.
This is strange.
The only person who feels pleasure from being exposed like this is an incurable pervert.
Although I know it with reason.
This sticky feeling of pleasure… It’s already in my mind, woven from nerve to nerve… It was sending me strong emotions that I couldn’t withstand with my puny reason.
Diagonally 32 degrees, the world rotates dizzyingly, as if tilting.
Eventually, even though I wasn’t doing anything, just saying that I was being exposed to people’s eyes made me feel shallow… It made me feel an orgasm.
A body trembling as if sitting on the floor and urinating.
That word♡, really… It’s just that this is what people see…
It was a feeling of a familiar climax, along with a chilling sensation running down my spinal cord.
It wasn’t a strong sensation to the point where I lost my senses.
It is an undeniable fact that I felt an orgasm.
It wasn’t masturbation or being harassed.
I wasn’t touched by anyone, I wasn’t having sex, I was just exposing my plaque in front of a lot of people, and the mere awareness was enough to make me orgasm.
I was broken.
Unbearable, bouncing waist.
Feeling the shuddering sensation of orgasm, I lifted my waist once and exposed my entire body to the fact that I was having an orgasm, as if it were an advertisement.
Ah… ♡
A belated sense of shame
I was out of my mind.
As a result, the amount of liquid flowing down my thighs increased somewhat excessively, but I, the person involved, could not help but know that the sensation was clearly an orgasmic sensation.
A feeling of self-loathing that emerges late.
To say that you can have an orgasm just by exposing yourself… If I think about it, really… There is no other way to express it other than pervert.
It wouldn’t be strange to feel embarrassed and unbearable at that fact.
What’s even more unfortunate is… It could be said that even such feelings of shame are a state of one’s mind that is sublimated into feelings of pleasure.
Yes, surprisingly… Even in this situation, I… I was being shaken by the inevitable sense of pleasure.
And, in that state, I made eye contact with the owner, who had put down the catalog as if he had finished everything.
Heh, a small sneer.
Ah… ♡
How miserable this is.
It’s so shameful and unfortunate.
The master’s sly smile as he looks at himself.
That sly smile that looks at perverts as if it were so natural, not with contempt or desire, makes you realize how much of a pervert you are doing… It makes me feel terrible.
I had no choice but to lower my head in shame as the blood flow increased again.
With a single groan,
It was so strong that my vision became completely black.
Shame and pleasure.
Forgetting the boundaries between two emotions that should not be confused, feeling a feeling close to ecstasy.
Feeling a feeling close to climax…
My vision was turning black along with the faint smell of urine.
This is what I look like.
It must have looked very ugly♡
Even though I am aware of it,
I couldn’t stop being electrocuted by the electric current.
I was truly a pervert with no way out♥
