Chapter 93 – Body Painting (1)
Tattoo.
It refers to a procedure that semi-permanently engraves letters or pictures on a person’s skin.
In the past, it was a symbol of power such as magic, authority, and religion, but today it functions as fashion.
The women in the magazine you are reading now also have tattoos all over their bodies.
The worker supervisor’s office had a large collection of paint magazines, including Hustler, which had special features on tattoos and body painting.
“Administrator, come here.”
Rose lifted the fallen chair and shook off the cushion that had fallen over.
“Thank you.”
As I sat down on her chair, Rose stood a step away.
“Excuse me, but wasn’t the purpose of coming here to inspect Seyoung’s workplace?”
“That’s right. Now there is no need to separate security forces and worker supervision departments. I’m thinking of integrating it now. “The condition here is better than I thought, so I can probably use it after a few days of repairs.”
Rose nodded her head happily.
The worker management center here has the best facilities among the buildings in the lower part.
Rose, who wants to take care of something for Seyoung, can’t help but feel good.
“There’s more to look into, but it’s not urgent right now.”
For now, I wanted to focus on the book. On each page, women with all kinds of tattoos pose.
Indeed, this is a magazine that even American brothers classify as hardcore pornography. I’m showing it to you, peeling it all off. It’s on a different level from modern ladies’ magazines like Maxim.
Rose also seemed interested and came over to watch it together.
The page you are currently viewing shows a naked Japanese woman sitting on her knees, her arms, back, and buttocks covered in green tattoos.
This is the stereotype that comes to mind when thinking of a Yakuza wife.
Some women have one or two tattoos on the tops of their feet, wrists, or collarbones, while others have wings tattooed around their shoulders.
Everyone is very sexy. As you grow older, and your skin begins to sag, it will become ugly.
There was also a photo of four naked women with the Queen of Spades tattooed on their ankles standing side by side wearing black high heels.
The highlight was a woman with a large tattoo of lips on her anus. She drew each lip wrinkle to be connected to an anal wrinkle.
There is also a corner that shows a step-by-step frontal facial expression shot of a woman getting a tattoo on her anus.
She was a woman with short brown hair and freckles, and she seemed to be just out of her teens.
At first, he had a gloomy look at the distant mountains, but as the tattooist held the machine to the back door, his expression gradually became distorted, and later it became a look of ‘Kwaooooo~!’
The woman reportedly gave permission to be filmed in exchange for paying for her tattoo out of her hustle.
Softly.
Looking next to her, I see Rose trying to keep the corner of her mouth twitching.
“Are you interested in tattoos?”
Rose asked, having difficulty suppressing her laughter.
“I’m curious. But I don’t think Artemis will ever do it anyway?”
Then blue letters passed by Rose’s eyes. She appears to have conducted a search.
“There are 11 tattoo artists among the residents. If you give me an order, I will recruit the most skilled person.”
“Hmm.”
How would she react if she stood in front of Artemis without a shirt and with a tattooed body?
‘You, you!!!’
It’s obvious even if you don’t look at it. You will be furious.
“It won’t work either. “I’m curious, but I don’t have the confidence to handle it.”
Rose nodded her head.
I tried to recruit a resident tattoo artist to respect her will, but even she could not help but be afraid of Artemis’ wrath.
“By the way, you’re really sexy.”
After the tattoo section ended, a body painting special appeared. As expected, everyone is all nude.
A weak woman who wears panties and paints over them cannot appear in Hustler. She is showing off her labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, and even anus.
Her front page shows a woman riding her bike through the city with clothes on her naked body.
Most of the passers-by who were photographed with us didn’t notice, but the shocked look in the eyes of some who did notice was hilarious.
There was also a woman who painted jeans and a zebra-patterned T-shirt.
My rating is 60 points out of 100, based on the carefully drawn clothing design. Add 20 points with a tie.
20 points for the historical evidence of a lone pink nipple sticking out where the black line passes.
I gave her 100 million points for her creativity in drawing her split pussy as a zipper and her clitoris as a handle.
In the fantasy special section, women dressed up as fictional races such as mermaids, orcs, and dark elves appeared.
With body painting added, it feels completely different from cosplay, which just mimics the outfit.
Every page is so interesting. While whistling and reading a book.
Knock.
Rose taps my shoulder with her finger.
When I looked up, I saw Rose with nervous eyes.
“Huh… Ha.”
She took a few deep breaths and took a few steps behind her.
“Excuse me.”
And then I loosen my tie.
“Rose?”
Next, she unbuttoned and took off her top and bra.
A change occurred as her palms cupped her breasts like a tray. Body painting was drawn on the white jade-like skin.
It’s superwoman body painting. A blue belly button tee that exposes Rose’s defined abs, with a red S drawn near her chest.
The area around the nipples pops out blue and catches the eye. A sensuality that nothing like a no-bra t-shirt can match. This is the charm of body painting!
Rose stares at me.
“If you want, anything.”
The 3rd generation skin can freely change color and texture.
Body painting, which would take over 10 hours to draw, can be done in just 1 second, and it is also possible to create the skin texture of a reptile.
“Are you really going to do anything?”
The S disappeared from Rose’s chest and YES appeared. Meanwhile, the sense of placing the nipple exquisitely around the convergence of Y and the bend of S is perfect.
After applauding, I looked back and forth between her body and the magazine she was holding. There are more than one or two things I want to try.
“Rose, over there.”
I pointed to a large desk with a luxurious nameplate on it.
The desk of a worker supervisor who threw away responsibilities and enjoyed pleasure until the last moment.
Rose laid her blue-stained arm down on her desk and swept it to her side.
Whoosh!
Nameplates and miscellaneous items fall on the floor due to the vigorous movement. For someone like her, she behaves surprisingly violently.
Slurp.
Then, he took off his pants, panties, and stockings, folded them neatly, and placed them in a corner. This is like Rose.
As the naked woman climbs onto her desk and sits down with her M-shaped legs, it feels like I’m suddenly receiving one-on-one service from a stripper.
“What do you want?”
Rose has a neat expression, but her eyes are slightly trembling. Is that because of shyness? Or is it because of other emotions?
“Let’s see.”
I crossed my arms and thought about the list of requests.
“Just a moment before that.”
“Hmm?”
Rose sat down and stretched out her long legs behind her.
As you follow the broken bridge, there is a small picture frame at the end. Hanging on the wall is a photo of a dead worker supervisor.
Clutter.
Rose stuck her big toe and index toe into the gap in her picture frame and lifted it out. This is truly amazing toe strength.
And threw it into that corner.
Wow!
A picture frame that goes into the trash can and gets smashed.
“Even if it’s a photo, I don’t want to show my body. Especially to a scumbag like that.”
Rose said.
It seemed like he was emotional when he removed the name plate from the desk, and the worker supervisor who threw away responsibility must have been displeased.
I caught Rose’s slowly descending foot in the middle.
Side.
And then he kissed her.
“We were of the same mind. I hated that person too.”
Rose’s feet twitched cutely in my hand. An expression of both embarrassment and joy appeared on her face.
* * *
“You mean like this?”
A dazzling naked body poses in front of me.
Click.
White flashes from the PDA cover her entire body.
Rose is drawing various body paintings on her body in real time according to my requests.
Artistic naked body, artistic painting.
With those two things together, it was a waste to only see this once. It must be kept as a record.
Rose’s beautiful appearance and body were reminiscent of a model of the century, but her shooting location and pose made her look like a cheap basement model.
Like an unknown actress who is struggling to make a living, or an idol who goes bankrupt and gives up her naked body for a small amount of money.
The difference is that the women in the examples have expressionless or sullen faces, but Rose’s expression is nothing short of godly.
As if there is nothing in the world more important than what you are doing right now.
The vulgar posture of a cheap prostitute and the noble posture of a princess of a ruined country.
As two incompatible things coexisted, our photo session was overflowing with a sense of immorality.
“Next is the Little Mermaid.”
“Yes.”
A change occurs in Rose’s skin as she lies half on her side with her arms resting on the floor of her desk.
Numerous silver scales reminiscent of fish appeared all over her body.
It is not really scales that have sprouted, but a drawing so elaborate that it creates the illusion.
Click.
A white flash covers Rose’s naked body. She has no signs of rejection or fear on her face.
Look at me with eyes filled with only infinite trust.
She allows generous filming of her private parts.
“…”
When I pointed the PDA camera at the upper body, I saw two seashells. As a stubborn Rose, she seems to have been too faithful to the Little Mermaid franchise.
I reached over and brushed her clam a few times. Because she was not a real seashell, but body paint, her breasts bounced with a soft texture.
Rose is a subordinate who quickly understands her commander’s intentions.
Immediately her shell disappeared, revealing her scaled breasts and nipples.
Talk.
For some reason, I felt bad about just taking her hand away, so I lightly touched her nipple. She tapped it with her index finger, placed it between her thumb and index finger, rubbed it a few times, and then released it.
“Hi.”
Along with her short moan, there was Rose’s face that looked somewhat regretful.
Click.
She doesn’t miss that precious scene.
The Little Mermaid’s last photo was of her buttocks wide open.
A posture of submission with her face buried in the ground and her buttocks exposed. In that state, her hands grabbed her buttocks and spread them to both sides.
The purple labia minora and anus were clearly visible between the twin rock bones covered with blue scales.
Since the body is bluish, the private parts are emphasized with a more intense purple color than pink.
Click.
“Erase it, turn around and kneel down
“Yes.”
Rose answered politely and carried out the same. White skin spread out before her eyes.
A curved waist that suddenly narrows from broad shoulders, a hip that suddenly widens again, and plump buttocks.
In the shadow created by the buttocks, the cute anus is clearly visible, albeit blurry.
Below that, the wrinkled white soles of the feet are gathered together, pressed against the buttocks.
“Yakuza wife.”
Large green and red fish filled her back and her shoulders.
It’s quite cute that the tail is split in two, one on each side of her butt.
“Wait a minute.”
She took out a hairpin from somewhere and tied up her hair.
“I’m afraid it will interfere with your enjoyment.”
Rose said in a calm voice.
I resisted the urge to throw her right at her PDA and pounce on her.
“Isn’t there something different?”
“How about this?”
Her fish disappeared, and white fur appeared all over her body.
“It’s a white fox.”
Like the mermaid’s scales, it is not made of real hair, but is painted to look like real life.
“Turn around and look. “For things like this, we have to look ahead.”
Rose followed my lead. It looks much more powerful when seen from the front.
Her face was also painted to resemble a nine-tailed fox, but it gave off a unique atmosphere with just the right amount of restraint.
Her lips are red, and her cheeks are painted with white fur that fits into the fur line.
Her eyelashes and eyebrows themselves had grown very long, and her eyes had become piercing and cat-like.
It appears to be a short-haired species, with short, white fur spread across its belly and chest like snowy mountains.
A sexy belly button that is plumbed vertically and makes you want to run your fingers through it. Two transparent milky nipples. Oh my goodness, your nipples are milky!
“Rose has a good imagination.”
“Thank you.”
Rose smiled slightly, and when she smiles in her current state, her destructive power is enormous.
It was too bad to just look at her, so I touched her belly button, breasts, cheeks, and lips.
Then Rose made a strange crying sound.
A unique cry that is more like an animal than a human, and full of reason to be an animal, but you can be sure that it is a female.
“Is there anything else you want?”
“Omakase!”
What Rose came up with next was simple and devastating.
“How about this?”
“…”
I stopped taking pictures and approached Rose.
Jjook.
She hugged her shoulders and ate her red lips. She fell after tasting Rose’s eagerly responding lips and her tongue.
It had to be that way.
Because Rose had my profile on her chest, the words ‘Only Yours’ on her womb, and my signature on her mound.
Click.
A snake pattern was engraved on the body of Rose, who was sitting next to her.
A huge brown rattlesnake snaked from her shoulders, all over her arms, back, hips and thighs.
It was much larger than the original, so much so that it covered all of Rose’s voluptuous limbs.
A coil passed around her chest, and a pink nipple stood out exactly in the middle of the coil.
Rose stretched out her paw in front of my face.
The body of a rattlesnake slithers over her mound, wrapping around her legs.
As it went down, it gradually became thinner, and on her big toe was a rattlesnake tail that looked like a pancreas.
The other four toes are bent down to their limits and are not visible. Only the big toe revealed its presence as a light brown blob.
“Hiss.”
Rose’s lips moved as if she were forming songpyeon and made a bell sound.
Her big toe in front of my nose was shaking left and right.
I could see her exposed vagina and nipples beyond her toes. Rose’s naked body, which seemed to have been reborn as a snake, had a devilish charm.
A rattlesnake’s tail wiggles before her eyes.
Confused whether she was threatening me or tempting me, I bit her big toe.
A strange expression of both shame and satisfaction appeared on Rose’s face.
Click.
Filming continues.
Rose’s direction earlier was a bit cocky. Even if you instruct her to do something very humiliating, as if scolding her, she obeys with all her heart.
In a world facing a catastrophe, survivors who are living a difficult life somewhere will be shocked to see that a high-performance super artificial intelligence is being asked to do something like this.
Click.
Her hand that was holding her PDA went down. This is because a strange appearance was discovered on Rose’s body.
“Why are you doing that?”
Rose looked at me with a blank look on her face.
“You, that…”
I extended my index finger to her open groin.
Rose was shocked for a moment, but instead grabbed her ankles with both hands and spread them wide open.
A tightly closed pussy that never shows its inner flesh even though her legs are wide open. I placed my index finger on the clean gold.
“Ugh.”
Rose shivered at her first sexual contact.
But I’m not trying to stick my finger in it.
Her fingers touching her pussy were brought before her eyes. A lot of clear, transparent liquid drips down.
“Well, that is.”
Rose, too, seemed to have noticed her belatedly and looked down at herself. She was wet as if there had been a flood.
She is not human.
She is an artificial intelligence and the body she uses is an android.
This is different from human women who naturally get their crotch wet when they are excited.
However, during Rose’s erotic play with me, her crotch got wet without her knowledge.
“This is.”
Rose looked at me at my words.
“Is it a miracle?”
Something incomprehensible happened.
“Are you that excited about playing body painting?”
As I approached Rose, rubbing her fingers, she seemed at a loss.
She tried to cover her wet vagina with her palm, but then stopped and obediently exposed it to me.
The doubts and shame about my own body that I cannot understand, and the loyalty to myself that goes beyond that.
The sight of these two emotions confronting each other was very different from his usual rigid and FM-like appearance.
Click.
Her white flash hits her as she doesn’t know what to do.
When I thought I had enough pictures, I put the PDA down on the ground.
“Rose.”
“Yes, manager.”
“The filming ends here.”
I also took off everything I was wearing, one by one.
Rose’s gaze falls below me. There, her head is held upright with an erect penis that looks like it’s about to burst.
Just like Rose, her glans was also dripping with pre-cum.
They both look at each other’s mucus-covered genitals.
“…”
“…”
We didn’t need any more conversation.
