Chapter 350 – Investigator Kina’s Bad Ending: Kina’s New Life 31
‘… Cold… Cold…?’
‘…? Is it weird? … But what’s strange…?’
‘There’s nothing strange… Uhh…’
A white metal operating table that looks like something you’ve seen somewhere, and the person sitting on it is yourself.
For some reason, I felt a chill and tried to wake up, but
All I can do is look at my limp, tired body that doesn’t move much.
‘Q… Ah… No… Q… Not… Your skin is clean…?’
It’s obviously because of her mood… But Kina looks down at her lower abdomen and breasts with the strange feeling that it’s been a while since she’s worn clothes.
Even when you look at it yourself, it has become much whiter and softer than before… The age spots, scars, and skin stains that appear throughout life have all disappeared. The sex angel body is groping its skin as if it is amazing.
Of course, it may have been because they fell into the sex angel manufacturing device designed to be sold as a product called sex angel, and were designed to be artificial and invisible as artificial skin.
The reason blemishes, freckles, and stains on the skin were not visible was because of the film-type spread applied to the skin.
Kina was recreated with a real, sex angel body that was more sellable than a human being. An investigator destined to be sold to Humanoid 3550. Kina.
“Ah… Ugh… Ugh… Sensitive… Q… What… Ah… Ah…”
It’s not as shiny as a mannequin, but it’s clean, and it makes a popping sound, so I’m lightly stroking the back of my hand, which makes me want to touch it.
When I touched her finger, it seemed as if all the nerves in her body became as sensitive as a sharp blade
“… It… Cue…♡”
The sweet numbness felt by investigators who have been reprocessed with the skin of a product called Sex Angel.
She just stroked the back of my hand with her fingers. There is a needle in my lower abdomen! And the lower abdomen, where the sterilization treatment should have been completed, was stabbed… ♡
Kina, a sex angel investigator who wears a leotard-type bodysuit worn by perverted combatants, without any underwear, and the parts that would have stuck to her are fluttering out
“…♡”
She simply strokes the back of her hand, and it’s her alone happy time… Before she becomes a sex angel. A sex angel product that leaves you with a deeper lingering feeling than the alone time you experienced as a person, not as a product. Investigator Kina.
“… Blood… My skin… Has become like this… Ah… Keuu… Cue…♡”
It’s not a breast or a nipple… I just stroked the back of my hand, but I was bored just waiting as the mint-colored elf told me to wait, so I only stroked the back of my hand.
The treatment room where the painted sex angel is sitting on is starting to get increasingly damp.
“Breasts…?
Ah… Ah… My heart… It…”
Now the metal wire that fixed my gaze has disappeared. The sex angel slowly finished the reprocessing treatment that you would get at a skin clinic while randomly thinking of a word that really made her heart flutter… And then looked down at her breasts, which had grown in size again.
“… It has grown…♡ Ugh… Wow…”
Just like a wound that you don’t know when it started hurts from the moment it is discovered. Unlike before, when I only felt it lightly, I felt a new sensation from the moment I looked down at my enlarged breasts.
A strange sweetness that pulls you in with a heavy weight.
A caress caressing the back of the hand…? Fixed position…? The thick nipples of a sex angel that grow arbitrarily due to the happiness and strange sensations that come from just stroking the back of one’s hand.
Of course, it’s not the same as Combatant No. 5094, the black-purple bodysuit who is constantly being tightened by a gold training ring connected to a mint-colored elf’s terminal somewhere in the area.
If an ordinary academy student who normally visits a succubus sex shop or two or three times a week had seen the sex angel investigator’s obscenely enlarged nipples, they had grown so big that their own nipples would hurt just by looking at them.
… Tock… Rumble…
The sex angel, Sousa Gya, was captivated by the sight of a drop of pink liquid naturally leaking from the end of her breasts and nipples and traveling down her lower abdomen.
“… Uh… What… What…
Really, what is it…♡”
Sticky pink mucus oozing out. Sex Angel A sex angel who just looks at her hardened nipples, which are slightly saggy and then stiff again as the breast remodeling medication leaks out, like in a pornographic video.
While looking at the surgical tools that I don’t even know what they are used for, I briefly look at the black-purple bodysuit brainwashed combatant who is handing them over to my manager, the turquoise elf, but I immediately lose interest and look back at my breasts, where everything from skin color to size has changed. Kina, the sex angel who spins.
(I didn’t even touch it… But it keeps getting harder when I touch it… It’s amazing…)
A sex angel who sweetly accepts the pleasant feeling of her nipples, which were stiffly erect even when she pretended to put her finger on them, but then slightly loosened and became slanted, and then became bigger again in an obscene way as blood rushed to them.
Without intentionally pulling the nipple, and without forgetting the instructions to wait while teasing it over and over again, I moistened the treatment table.
(I only touched the back of my hand, but it felt so good… Then here… How good is it…)
A drop of pink mucus leaked from the tip of the enlarged breast and fell onto the lower abdomen. A sex angel who moves his fingers caressing the back of his hand toward his thigh where one more drop has fallen
“Oh… Huh?”
And a new change in the corpuscle body that appears in the red eyes of a sex angel.
If it had been Sex Angel’s new, vibrant skin that had been transformed by the skin reprocessing solution sprayed so that it was completely absorbed into the existing skin, there would have been nothing to be shocked or embarrassed about, but a new change occurred on Sex Angel Kina’s right breast.
A heart-shaped tattoo engraved on the investigator’s right breast after a thorough treatment to remove stains and blemishes that can be done at a skin clinic.
(Sex… Three… Sex… Ahh… Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…?)
On top of the pure white chest that was transformed into a sex angel body,
A tattoo as a sex angel suitable for its purpose. The text below the heart-shaped tattoo is pink but still designed to be readable with a black border.
Four letters written in pink with black borders…
[Sex Angel]
…
Yes… Letters…?
[Ah… I made a mistake. I accidentally clicked on a foreign language! Sony…5094!]
[Wouldn’t it be okay? It’s not like I’m putting it up for auction anyway. You can just call it a special service. Lasix. I think the other person will also like it because it is special…]
[Then it’s a good thing… I decided to share it with Natrix, who knew the seller, but still two-thirds! Because! I’ll take that seriously. So don’t worry and enjoy it?]
Your own brainwashed combatant No. 5094, who answers, “Yes… Administrator.”
An elf ear jab that pulls the black and purple bodysuit leotard of a brainwashed combatant who was made into a hero who followed him to the neighboring city even though it was annoying just for himself, making it fit more into the crotch. Lasix.
[Ah… Check the manager’s reward process… Ah… I’m working now… Ah… Huh… Thank you…♡.]〈 Br〉
While fiddling with the tablet, don’t forget to activate the gold ring set for the assistant.
I made a mistake when I should have painted Sex Angel on my skin, senangel. Lasix, a researcher from the remnants of the villain organization Chaos, goes without correcting the mistake of engraving an old foreign word on his breast like a product barcode.
I don’t know the meaning, but I’m a sex angel who has an eight-letter foreign word from a country that was already ruined, written in a cute pink font, like a heart-shaped tattoo on her breast.
“Ah…? What did it say…”
(No..? I know these letters…)
As much as he prides himself on being an intellectual, he is a sex angel who recognizes old foreign words that have been ruined. Investigator Kina.
However, even though he looked down at his own chest and understood the meaning of [Sex Angel], Thanks to the self-reinforcing processing function of the Sex Angel Controller, which is implemented for Sex Angels who hit their heads or made errors, the role of an investigator meekly and slowly sinks like a commodity. Mind.
Even though I don’t want to see the various molestations committed by sex angels and other villain organizations, the stigma of breasts is clearly known both through reports and as a member of the security force who cleans up the scenes solved by heroes.
In some cases, each item is done by hand. With tattoo equipment filled with ink, some tissues are simply engraved with a laser, others are engraved on the vulva of wizards…
-Off… It’s terrible. This… It’s like people are goods… There are perverts who get excited by watching videos like this? Why don’t you stop talking nonsense and get to work?
[Ah… Ah… Thank you… Lasix…♡ Preparing to kill Combatant No. 5094 Brainwashing… Transition completed. Ready.]
Various ways to leave evidence of possession on the subject’s body or skin. The heart-shaped tattoo engraved on her breasts and the words “Sex Angel” Engraved beneath it. Everyone.
I am no longer a person called an investigator, nor am I an android whose human rights are recognized. Clear evidence that it is a simple object. Laser engraving.
