Chapter 504 – 280 Sonia. Can You Hear Me?
“This time… A lot. Hehe… Hehe… Hehe…”
In Sonia’s opinion, it was a very short time… But it was inside her mannequin case.
I don’t know what’s different from a latex-reinforced bodysuit that sticks to you and shows nipple marks.
Thanks to her strange experience of wearing an embarrassing black bunny girl costume and making her pose and standing still as if she had frozen.
If nothing had happened, today would have been like yesterday. In Humanoid’s rubber suit cleaning up streets littered with trash. In a bodysuit. Sky City’s hero may have been excited when he saw the individual identification barcode engraved on his thighs and shoulders. Sonia.
(As expected… Really… The mannequin… Is different…)
The mannequin’s face is framed looking down at Sonia, with her chin slightly raised. The mannequin’s left hand is behind his head, with his hips slightly tilted, perhaps to express a gentle curve
As I accepted the gaze of the mannequin’s blue eyes.
A switch I made through special training as soon as I got home.
While fiddling with the ‘mannequin switch’ in your mind that only you can turn on and off…
“I’m already here, Sonia? Don’t just stand there, come in quickly!”
The sound of the store’s automatic door opening naturally.
Even though I spent the whole day with Dorma, who had already pretended to be a mannequin and practiced once in a storage room, and who did nothing but gently push Sonia’s back as she felt like it would be a crime to forcefully put it in a display case without hesitation…〈 Br〉
Mr. Dorma’s skin still looks like a mannequin… With a healthy oil-gloss tan that is even more shiny than the mannequin’s. A tactless hero who doesn’t know why his thighs rub against each other and make a popping sound. Sonia.
“Hey…♥”
‘Soniaaa!’ From behind. And stare at me until I call myself. Until the golden eyes turn blue.
Sonia, who owned the city hall, was waiting because she couldn’t tell the human who was supposed to serve her to get out of the way, but instead of noticing, she was now clinging to the window as if she was trying to press her fingerprints.
“You’re early, Sonia!”
“Huh?!”
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood. When you look at a realistic mannequin, a switch in your mind brings up a clearer image.
I pressed the switch with my finger and tickled it, and I squealed in surprise. Sonia presses down.
“Ugh…”
Hello Mr. Dorma!”
I slowly walked up to Sonia’s side, who didn’t react even though I walked next to her and made a pouting sound while rubbing her thighs with oil-tanned skin that wouldn’t drip.
I looked at you too closely yesterday too. Just a little closer until you notice yourself… Designer Dorma started to engrave Sonia’s fair skin into her eyes closer.
There’s no need to do that because my golden eyes have turned blue. More while I was staring at the already hung fish trap mannequin.
Even if you don’t use an awkward tool like a tape measure, I’m confident that you can never go astray just by looking at the size. Just this time. Today, at this moment, I want more of Sonia’s skin. Dorma staring intently.
‘Pleasantly…’
(It’s not normal skin, is it? Sonia?)
Instead of coordinating the black-themed outfit, Mr. Dorma looked at the uncovered skin and came up with a conclusion in his mind that was enough to cause various misunderstandings.
At this very moment, with a good-smelling hero by my side, I wish I were a therapist at a common skin clinic rather than the owner of a clothing store. Dorma doesn’t have much knowledge in that area, so there isn’t much information to be found.
(Still… I understand this much.)
Among the customers who visit the clothing store, there are adventurers and heroes. Even free androids come without distinction.
It’s not obvious, but if you look closely, you can faintly see the back of the hand being scratched by something sharp, like a spider’s leg.
Fine hair that is not visible starting from the back of the hand and moving upwards.
As much as a mannequin. And although it’s not as good as mine. The difference will be clearly visible if you press Sonia’s arm and compare it with the next guest.
A state of hair removal on the skin that goes beyond the level of no fine hair and cannot be achieved unless the chemical is applied to the entire body and washed off.
A strange luster that cannot be created naturally. I don’t think it’s a polish. Even though Dorma guesses correctly.
Dorma, which I would never have guessed was a cleaner for slave worker units, is used to receive electrical signals a little faster as a slave worker unit.
Still, Mr. Dorma, a designer, gave the correct answer by saying that there was no hair from the neck down, and that there was a high possibility that it would not grow in the future.
(Of course… If it’s Sonia…)
(Because my skin is already so shiny from full-body hair removal… It’s not as good as a robot…)
It’s not as good as Android. Class D, with shiny, full-body hair removal that definitely seems outside the standard for a person. The skin of a girl who looks weak, and her breasts don’t look like that.
Of course, I didn’t have the option of not talking to him after getting caught in the trap. Even if that wasn’t the case, Sonia was chosen as the outfit coordinator from the moment she entered the store thanks to her shiny, shiny skin.
The employee who was waiting naturally approached Sonia when she saw her coming in. The boss sent Dorma away with a look full of privilege.
(Maybe it’s because the polish has been polished for a long time… If only Sonia says it’s okay…♡)
As long as you give me permission. Ordinary people don’t know, that shiny skin that exceeds the standards of a person who should be at least his level. Dorma was a place where I had an overwhelming urge to feel other parts of the body that were difficult to feel by just touching them…
His strange hobby. It’s the first time I’ve ever met someone who was so into my fetish. Mr. Dorma is slowly thinking about how to approach Sonia, who is now on the verge of being number one in terms of time spent.
Although it looks like a person. Part of it is because my skin has a gloss that exceeds the standard. As it is a strange and strange degenerate fetish that goes beyond being interested in mannequins and lusting after them.
About once, I got caught in a fish trap that can’t even be called fascination. Pretend to be a mannequin and stand still. Once in a while.
Although I wasn’t a black bunny girl with as much exposure as others, I did persuade her to stand still like a mannequin in a clothing store.
Once at most. Because Max never came to the clothing store again… So as time passed, Dorma’s need for empathy grew.
(Isn’t that right? Like pervert, the mechanization fetish of wanting to become a robot comes up just by searching…)
A series of hidden cameras on YouTube, ranging from stories of people pretending to be maid robots and being rented out, which can be found just by searching on the Internet.
Even the first theme uploaded by a famous hypnotic voice ASMR creator was ‘droneized’. Next was ‘maid robotization’.
(I know it’s not a major… But it was hard to meet that much…)
Take a peek. Dorma looking at Sonia.
Wow… While taking in the gaze looking down at the ‘fish trap’ mannequin on display. To see Humanoid just waiting for you to get out of the way…
“…”
Now a gathering of free androids. The more I look at Sonia, ignoring the mechanization fetish openly promoted by the Mechanical Public Association and just looking at the mannequin… Dorma’s area covered with flesh-colored nipple patches becomes harder.
Even the academy student who was the best… Refused with all his might, saying he wouldn’t wear anything unless it was something he picked from the lingerie store on the first floor, not the lingerie section on the second floor.
In that sense, as I received, I got the outfit from the lingerie store on the second floor by taking off a mannequin with big breasts made by adding melted plastic twice. Sonia is a cute black bunny girl who never stops wearing whatever is handed to her. Passed.
(The kid who joined this time is also a hero. There’s no need to think about it anymore.)
Of course, I graduated from a non-combat department because there are many other jobs in the combat department, whether it’s being a bodyguard or going into a dungeon.
Even though I explained everything in advance and asked him to just look at the blue gem all day. Even though I asked them to make earrings and attach them, the fish trap mannequin’s accessories had no effect.
Because the non-combat department student attending the academy and scheduled to graduate is an F-class hero…
Although he has his own belief that people who pursue the path of design should never be ignored just because they are F-class heroes. That’s it… Mr. Dorma’s first priority is to find a partner who can sympathize with and match his more urgent fetish.
(So, the conclusion is… It has no choice but to be like that…)
Yesterday and today. Maybe… What if… Believing in the possibility, the designer comes to a conclusion about the D-class hero of the facility safety inspection that he touched and observed over and over again. It was Mr. Dorma.
