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Common Sense Change Tycoon 128

Common Sense Change Tycoon 128

Chapter 128 – Voting Hosted by a Theme Park. 3 to 3 (Bomi Under)

Bomi’s true affair was explained. It really was a surprisingly simple thing.

Never would I have thought that on a pussy date I happened to participate in, I would meet a man who could see through everything about me. Bomi considered this to be some kind of fate.

Religious enlightenment, she was told, was really a trivial trigger, a sudden illumination. Maybe it’s the same as this.

Although the cause-and-effect relationship between Bomi’s participation in her pussy dating and the process by which Bomi came to realize her true desires seemed reversed, Bomi did not realize her true intentions.

In fact, no one can realize that.

Because that is the rule and law of this theme park.

Anyway.

Regardless of whether Bomi realized her true wish or realized that the man in front of her was suitable as her true master, it cannot be said that Bomi became this man’s pussy slave.

Even if a slave wishes to submit to his master, he cannot be called a slave until the master accepts him.

The man said.

“To be honest, Bomi is very much to my taste. To the point where I want to accept her as my exclusive slave right away. But before that, I’d like to see if we’re compatible briefly. Is that okay?”

“Ah… You already know what I want.”

Of course, men know it well.

What Bomi wanted was not a request or recommendation, but an order.

Because she is a woman who wants a life without thinking, where all her will is ignored, and she follows the orders of men.

“Get off the bed and kneel down.”

“Yes!”

Bomi obeyed the command and immediately got off the bed and politely knelt down on her knees and looked up at the man.

The man took off his pants and brought out his thick dick in front of Bomi’s eyes.

“Ah…♥”

I’ve encountered her before, but as expected, her loveliness remains without any flaws.

Bomi tried to kiss the man’s cock while letting out her affectionate sighs.

“Wait.”

Bomi’s movements stopped. Inside of her, she desperately wants to express her affection and loyalty to Eradoi Jaji-sama right now, but she doesn’t. Because the master’s orders take priority unconditionally.

“Now, while still like that, just pull her face forward and smell her.”

“Yes.”

Bomi did as she was told, burying her face in the man’s crotch and breathing in the pheromone-saturated air! And sucked it in.

‘Ah. My head is shaking.’

Maybe there is such a wonderful smell?

If other women smelled it, they would shun it and say it was too bad, but Bomi was completely different.

The scent of this majestic male made Bomi’s pussy know that she was ready to serve her master.

The difference between the reactions of ordinary women and my own reaction made it clear what kind of person I was born to be.

Bomi was born to be a slave… Especially a pussy slave.

Bomi herself was proud of this fact.

“How do you feel?”

“Ah, very… I’m very dizzy. The smell of my master’s cock is so good that my vision is blurring. Ugh… My pussy is so itchy that I want to pound it right away. Ha… I like it… In my head, I’m very dizzy. Even though I know it stinks, my heart is pounding uncontrollably… I want to kiss this dick and serve it.”

Bomi’s voice trembled with joy and excitement, but she nevertheless conveyed her feelings clearly so that the man could hear her clearly.

The man seemed to be so impressed with her Bomi that he stroked her head.

“Hyaaaaah. Ah.”

Bomi couldn’t resist her gentle touch and smeared her pussy, dirtying her bottom.

‘Ah, she just went away like this without even touching her pussy.’

This is the first time I have experienced such great joy since my boyfriend violated me very violently while drunk.

Even at that time, she consciously thought that this kind of sex was not acceptable, and so she refused it, so she could not enjoy the pleasure.

But at this moment, she couldn’t be happier with just one gentle touch.

When I thought about what the difference was, I realized that she was also conscious of domination.

With this man who truly loves Bomi, seeing her as his prospective pet, not as an equal but as a subordinate,

The difference between my ex-boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend, who I could only see as a human being, no matter what, except when I was drunk.

“He’s such a mean guy. Even if I leave, he ends up climaxing without me even asking for permission.”

“Ah, sorry.”

Bomi bowed her head in sincere apology.

As I said, it was rude to climax on my own when the man had never given me permission to climax.

In other words, it’s like a bitch that hasn’t been potty-trained.

Who on earth would like a bitch like that?

Should I say I’m fortunate? This person was an incredibly compassionate person.

“No. I can’t necessarily say it’s your fault. It’s the fault of other men who were born subhuman, but didn’t recognize that and treated me like a human at will. That’s why you’re so spoiled because you don’t get proper training, right?”

“Ah.”

Bomi was thrilled by her deep-heartedness in not blaming Bomi for his rude behavior.

The man continued.

“Bomi looks so innocent and genuine on the outside, right? She’s as vulgar as a sucker and butt when it comes to subjects like that… But it’s also fun to lump that vulgarity down.”

Bomi’s heart started pounding.

The master is now assessing whether he is truly suitable to be a pussy slave.

It was an extremely tense moment for Bomi, who already thought of the man in front of her as the master of her soul.

To put it a little exaggeratedly, it feels like being judged by the absolute at the gates of heaven.

The man asked.

“What would Bomi give to become my pussy slave?”

“Yes! You can offer everything to your master, be it your soul or body!”

Bomi shouted with unprecedented assertiveness. It was pure sincerity with no hint of lies.

Of course the man felt the sincerity, but it still felt a little abstract.

The man asked again.

“I like it when kids like Bomi break down into obscene sluts. So I’m going to get plastic surgery to make my already big boobs and butt bigger. Is that okay?”

“If you become my master, then my body is your property, so that’s natural!”

“That’s a good attitude. Then, from now on, all the money Bomi earns will be mine. Of course that’s okay, right? I’m unemployed. I can’t live without the money earned by slaves like Bomi.”

“Of course, that is also natural! A slave’s property is, of course, the owner’s property.”

The man responded to Bomi’s admirable servitude by gently stroking Bomi’s hair.

What a great slave this is! If he had fallen in ancient Rome, he would have been talked about as a loyal and exemplary slave for about 1,000 years.

“That’s very good. If you say that, I should show sincerity. It’s hard to find such a loyal pussy slave anywhere. I’ll make you mine.”

The man, the master, finally gave Bomi the command she had been waiting for.

“Then I want you to show your loyalty by kissing my dick.”

“Yes!”

Bomi wasted no time in kissing her new master’s cock.

Of course there was no resistance.

I was convinced that even if the moment of kissing the groom at the wedding of my dreams came (which would never happen again in my life), it would be impossible to experience this level of happiness.

This is the joy of throwing away one’s human rights and dignity.

Everyone says that they are free, but people tend to take the price of that freedom too lightly.

Everything would be easy if we were ruled by others without having to think about anything, but we take the risk of being free and take on the worries ourselves.

In comparison, what about slaves?

It is a life where you just have to do as the master prescribes, feeling that the master’s words are God’s will. How comfortable is it?

Long live the life of slavery.

“That’s right. Excellent. You did really well. Then, shall we come up? Because the next hour is just the two of us. “Let’s see how good my new pussy feels.”

“Yes!”

Bomi quickly climbed onto the bed as instructed by her master and spread her crotch.

She was worried about what she would do if her pussy didn’t suit her master’s taste, but she soon put it aside as unnecessary.

‘Master, even if my pussy is not that good, he will think of a way to use me effectively.’

Because the use of a pussy slave is not just limited to the pussy.

Sometimes a human ATM.

An all-purpose errand boy who takes care of sometimes annoying and annoying tasks.

A punching bag sometimes used to relieve stress.

That endless possibility is the essence of pussy slavery.

That’s why Bomi thought.

‘I did a perfect job of doing a pussy date.’

It was the beginning of Bomi’s life as a slave.

Common Sense Change Tycoon

Common Sense Change Tycoon

상식개변 타이쿤
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
Jeong Chan-ho, who was selected as an avatar by the 'player' beyond the singularity. And the story of the theme park of sex (SEX) he creates, the common sense change land.

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