Chapter 155 – First, Sex_a Little Lewd♥ Grooming.
First, Sex_A littleNaughty♥Grooming.
Her magic? No witchcraft? Well, something like that would be nice.
Anyway, what the hell was the principle, it was definitely something to like that I didn’t feel the pain anymore, but is it really something to like?
I think it might have been better to just keep hurting.
Rather than not feeling pain, the sensation that pain is replaced by something else.
Therefore, the process of feeling normal sensations is distorted and distorted.
It is sending a signal that it is obviously sick, but the signal is distorted and accepted.
Yes, not pain, but pleasure.
A stinging, hot burning pain felt like a pleasure as if my chest was being rubbed violently.
The senses are mixed, and the starting point for receiving the signal is shifted and twisted.
The contradiction of feeling pleasure when you should feel pain.
If the intensity was not a big deal, it could be ignored as a passing fever, but the pain of piercing raw flesh with a needle was not such a trivial pain.
The heat that burns your chest.
Pain as if the little finger were being stabbed with a nail.
I felt that much pain, but in an instant, I felt the sensation as pleasure.
Can you understand
I’m confused myself too.
Is this emotion I’m feeling right now, joy due to pleasure, or is it a scream caused by simple pain.
It hurts, but it feels good.
At,
It feels good to be sick.
It was to taste the feeling that the senses were twisted in a strange direction.
It may be limited to just the present moment, but the fact that emotions and senses are so easily distorted and abandoned is somehow frightening.
And, he himself was concerned about the fact that the pleasure that resembled this pain was becoming weaker.
Right now I was just confused and misunderstood, but
After the confusion is over?
Can the acceptance of the two mixed feelings be separated again?
The lacerations that pierced the nipples, the pain that lacerations brought, and the pleasures of those lacerations, agonizing over the pain, were what she was thinking.
My breasts that would not be strange even if they were called big enough now.
The tip, the golden piercing clinging to the nipple, was shining brilliantly.
Unlike the silver piercings that shimmered softly, the gold decorations were a bit more flashy and eye-catching.
It clings tightly to the tip of my nipple, which was erected with excitement, and painfully tightens it.
It tightly surrounds the erect nipples and adds a strange stimulation.
In addition, the piercings on both breasts are connected with the same golden chain, giving the illusion of feeling the senses of both breasts as one.
A heart-shaped decoration that flows down a parabola, following gravity.
It also seemed to create an optical illusion as if she was wearing a lewd bikini with an extremely insufficient amount of fabric.
It was a piercing that felt like an obscene accessory worn by a lewd desert dancer in a game.
At the sight of the piercing and the pleasure brought by the pain of the laceration, Anna turned around and put something on the back of her neck before I knew it.
Then, proudly and ostentatiously, she took out a small hand mirror and showed me what was stuffed at the nape of her neck.
A red, dark red leather choker.
There was a small golden bell in the middle, and every time I shook the nape of my neck, it made a clear sound.
An object for a more dangerous purpose than an accessory for the purpose of making others look beautiful for fashion purposes.
It really only seemed like a collar to make people look like pets, to prove that they were owned by someone else.
As if to prove it, the leather clinging to the nape of the neck is soggy and makes you feel creepy as if it doesn’t come off.
It’s tight, it feels like you can’t resist pulling on the necklace.
And the jingling bell forces the slave to reveal its location, no matter where it runs away.
For such purpose… A necklace for that purpose.
It hung around my neck, showing off my bright red appearance.
As if my prediction was not wrong, in fact, Anna herself smiled and confessed that it was the object she wore around her neck.
However, when she is wearing it, she says her padlock hangs in between so she can’t take it off on her own.
…
Truly a slave necklace.
It got stuck in my neck and threw it away.
Of course, she wasn’t locked like she said, and she was able to take it off on her own, but just thinking that she was wearing such a necklace… I get excited.
Why?
The beating heart won’t stop.
I fell in love with this red, blood-red necklace.
The feeling of the tight nape of the neck, the occasional ringing sound of the bell, the essence of being a necklace for slaves… ♥
Heart pounding,
The excitement doesn’t stop.
Somehow, like her, I… Feeling like a slave.
That sensation, the thrill of it, wrapped around his whole body and made him tremble lightly.
“As expected, ‘Ha-eun’ has a talent too, right? Really♡ The next time we meet, seniors and juniors… It might turn out that way♡”
Such an ominous prophecy.
It was a whisper that sounded like a certainty in my ear.
Her voice whispered in my ears.
Even though I get chills from that strange stimulation…
In my heart, I couldn’t resist her words.
Maybe, maybe…
In that kind of feeling, in the emotion.
Was it because she was a little sympathetic to her words?
A bit avant-garde and pervert-like, with piercings on the naked body and a red collar for pets or slaves.
Should I just walk outside like this?
Anyway, that was too embarrassing.
No, before being ashamed, you might get caught by the police…
Or you might actually get raped surrounded by men before then.
Maybe that’s what you’re aiming for?
However, as if that imagination was my own misunderstanding, I was giving her clothes away from her.
It was fortunate.
No, not fortunately.
Clothes from her.
Since all of her plain clothes had already been taken from her, she could not wear them until they returned them from her, and she was forced to put on the clothes that were given to her.
However, the clothes she handed over were Moon Jae.
Egg money!
Clothes that can only be described as shameful.
The bra handed over as underwear was a dark wine-colored underwire cupless lace bra.
Simply put, it’s a cupless bra.
No cups. In other words, the part corresponding to the cup that should cover the chest is open, and the lace is slightly covered over it to the extent that it is not covered at all.
To put it more simply.
She was wearing a bra, but her breasts were showing.
No, it was more serious than it seems.
The bra did not cover her breasts, but rather caught the attention of those around her, as if emphasizing her breasts. It would have been less embarrassing not to wear it.
And what about the panties…
No, I doubted whether this could be described as ‘underwear’.
The only cloth was the part that wrapped around the waist.
The cloth between the crotch, the part that should cover the woman’s genitals and pubic area, was invisible as if it were transparent, and all that was there where the cloth was supposed to be were beads that were threaded.
At least the thongs had strings…
It seems that some people call them pearl panties or bead panties…
That visual, for me who saw it for the first time, was a shock close to culture shock.
…
I tried it on, but I could only say that the texture and appearance of it were shocking.
Underwear that does not intend to carry out its original purpose of being hidden from view.
The nipples and areolas were not covered in the slightest, and they were clearly visible, and the touch of the lace that occasionally brushed against her breasts made her feel rather strange.
The small swollen nipples that show off their presence are a bonus.
The panties are even worse.
Songglesonggle, small beads between the crotch… It digs into my pussy and stimulates it round and round.
As the sticky bodily fluids came out, the beads glistened and even showed off their appearance.
I feel erotic just by wearing it.
In particular, as if she had no intention of covering it up at all, she had no choice but to show her pussy as it was.
No, to the point where not wearing them would look more wholesome.
The beads protruding from between the crotch and the beads coming out of the beads… Rather, the appearance of my bodily fluids seemed only to invite a man to do sexual things.
Underwear that seems to have been made only for lewd purposes.
It’s not just what you see, it’s just what you’re wearing, but you can’t stop being excited by the stimulation that rubs against your skin.
And, the condition of the things handed over as clothes was not easy.
Sailor suits for women, often used in school uniforms.
However, if that’s all there is to it, I’m sure it’s just a common school uniform cosplay.
The problem was that the length was very short for that kind of thing.
Oh, it wasn’t that the sleeves were short. Rather, the sleeves were excessively long. Long arm sleeves close to the wrist. In proportion to that, the front line was cut above the navel, or even above that, just below the chest.
Under Boop?
Is it right to describe this as under-boop?
If the sleeves were rather short, it could have given off the feeling of a belly button tee, but the long sleeves of the sailor suit, on the contrary, accentuate the presence of the short front line excessively, further highlighting the presence of the barely visible lower chest.
It was the clothes I was wearing myself,
There was no other way to describe it other than that it was just obnoxious.
Because it was clumsily covered, it rather stimulated the figure more lewdly.
At least, the red T-shirt that I was wearing for exposing earlier made me feel like I was wearing clothes.
This outfit is really…
It seemed like he was just trying to show off his dirty side.
Even…
Her F-cup breasts, which had grown larger than the previous day, swelled up unknowingly, making the area of the fabric even more insufficient.
The touch of the piercing on the fabric makes it even more strange.
Last skirt.
No skirt?
Is this a skirt or a belt?
Can you call a skirt that is less than 4cm even if you combine everything from the waist strap to the hem of the skirt?
Wouldn’t it be better to see it as a slightly thicker belt?
The totality of such absurdity.
As if he had no intention of covering it up, he wasn’t covering the figure below at all.
Just the hem of the fabric fluttering helplessly.
Under the skirt that I don’t intend to cover at all… The figure of her pussy and the white marbles beneath it peeked out.
There’s not much difference from being naked, no, wouldn’t it be better to be naked? A pervert-like outfit to the extent that I think so.
And to top it off, anal beads with a dog’s tail… Has been inserted
Softly… Beads swallowed really gently down the ass hole.
As if it had turned into a puppy, a lucky tail protruded from its buttock, showing off its appearance.
If you think about what is connected to the tip… It is to give shame to the wearer just by being seen.
Adding gold piercings and a red leash…
There was just an image of pervert that was not lost.
Anyway, this was a bit embarrassing.
It was frustrating not knowing what to do with such an appearance.
I don’t want to step out of the cubicle.
I was just ashamed.
However, it doesn’t seem to end there
It was again taking out something and putting it on me.
I grabbed both of my arms behind me, restrained them, and covered them with something.
The feel of the leather tightening the ends of both arms.
Black leather bag with arm binders. It is kindly padlocked so that it cannot be peeled off by itself.
As if it was tightly tightened, both arms were restrained, and he could not even move his arms with his own strength.
I was bound without end.
At least, now I really can’t even change clothes on my own, so I have no choice but to be dragged around as Anna said.
Ah… ♡
It became such an absurd thing,
Little… It was exciting.
Rather, I can’t even move my arms freely, so I feel even more strange.
The cheeks were hot as if in heat.
“It suits you really well♡, me too… It’s lewd enough to want to wear the same outfit. However, as of today, I am still in the role of a leader… It must be that you can’t play with ‘Ha-eun’.”
“Ah! I almost forgot this.”
Her mate was her, and he clapped her lightly, then suddenly she kissed her on the mouth.
Kiss again.
However, sexual… It was a little different from kissing, which felt obscene.
We lightly kissed each other, and something passed between our lips, and I forcibly swallowed it.
An unknown pill that goes into your mouth.
Is it the kind of drug that makes you feel obscene again?
Or is it a medicine that makes breast milk come out suddenly?
If not that, a drug that makes you feel an orgasm every time you pee?
It was just so suspicious, only stern imaginations were spinning around in my head.
I was able to think about the seriousness of the things I had become myself up until now, where I couldn’t even think of normal medicine.
However, considering what had happened so far, I couldn’t help but doubt it.
However, my worries were only for nothing.
Surprisingly, the medicine she gave through her kiss was more ordinary than I thought.
Contraceptives.
I was thinking stern thoughts for no reason, so when I heard the correct answer, I was desperate to hide my embarrassed face. I was just ashamed.
The effect is said to be simple and powerful.
Today, for one to two days, approximately 48 hours, it prevents most pregnancies.
Contraceptive effect with a probability of about 99.8%.
And, after hearing those words… About being pregnant…
I think that I hadn’t thought about the fact that I could conceive and throw away a child, or that I had tried to ignore it.
Kid… And pregnancy.
A possible future.
And, really, sex… With the real feeling of becoming a .
I could well imagine what would happen if I took this kind of birth control pills.
It was a more weighty approach.
Meet another man, fall in love, fall in love, marry the man you love, share your feelings on the first blessed night, conceive a child, start a family, work in a peaceful village, earn money, raise a child hahaSuch an ordinary daily life with a smile.
The future that could have been, one of those possibilities. Would it be all right to make it disappear like dust?
Maybe I wondered if I could get rid of the things that would have existed if I hadn’t dwelled in this body, Ha-eun’s body.
However, I had come too far to think about it now.
And, in fact, more than anything else, even if I go back to the first day I became this body… I don’t think I will reverse this decision.
Yes, selfish, selfish myself.
I’m just drowning in pleasure.
It was good with it.
Even if you say it with weight like this, the essence is a hedonist.
Perhaps, if you get pregnant, wouldn’t you feel the pleasure as soon as you get pregnant?
Undoubtedly, the disqualification of the mother.
But if it’s fun, wouldn’t it matter if it’s in a good mood?
It was to stop thinking about it.
No matter what I do, in the end, I feel anew that my true intentions were not a big deal.
An egotistical lewd pervert who just prioritizes pleasure♡
Even now, more than worrying about the life of pregnancy…
If you become pregnant, how would you feel if you were shown that figure?
How miserable would it be if she became pregnant with the semen of an unknown man?
With such worries,
It was to get excited about such a feeling.
It must be called incorrigible because salvage is impossible.
At least, he thinks that he is definitely beyond salvation…
It was to make a pile of marbles that didn’t even look like panties wet with a little, sticky bodily fluid.
The stimulation of the cold winter wind brushing through the open crotch was thrilling.
I felt good♡
Aha… ♥
