Hypnotized Female Protagonist 511

Chapter 511 – 287 You Have to Put the Displayed Mannequin Into the Storage Room to Finish?

“Then everyone is at work, right? If I sell everything today, I leave work early! Bonus! Let’s do it!”

“Fighting!”

For a moment, stand in the exhibition case while maintaining the pose created like a mannequin.

A former designer who slowly started going to work at the store. Aspiring employees.

(Poetry… It’s the beginning…!)

The tactless hero didn’t notice.

The owner, Dorma, would let me leave work early if I sold everything. Dorma declares that he will provide an additional bonus if he sells all of his inventory for today.

That’s it. I had no idea that the likelihood of customers asking to sell something worn on a mannequin would increase dramatically.

Sonia’s second mannequin experience began in the morning as she covered both her nipples and pussy like a mannequin and then placed it in the display case.

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(Ha… I tried it once… To this extent…)

Instead of wearing a black bunny girl costume that only looks like a complete decoration, she is wearing a new casual outfit that is in some ways more dangerous than yesterday.

It wasn’t in a position where people could touch it like other mannequins. Sonia entered the exhibition case, which was significantly lower than last time.

(For now, it’s a mannequin… Because it’s a mannequin… It’s a mannequin, not a person… It’s okay…)

But… She strangely pretends to be a mannequin even though she is a real person. Sonia’s thinking circuit is that she doesn’t think that it might be revealed that she’s an incorrigible pervert who enjoys hiding her breast nipples and being displayed like a mannequin while wearing plastic panties.

The only thing that can stand here is a mannequin. It doesn’t matter as long as it is displayed as a mannequin. Leaning on self-justification.

Meanwhile, I got caught in Dorma’s trap. Also, Sonia doesn’t feel like it, so she just stands there with a different stamina than the people who were displayed like mannequins.

(Because it’s a mannequin… I’m a mannequin… The mannequin is…)

Occasionally, customers would pass by nearby, looking up at them and talking to each other, but they wouldn’t even look at them…

To become a good mannequin. Sonia deliberately connects the storage device to the belly button plug port and replays the hypnotic voice in her mind.

(Never… Obey…♥)

The more you think of yourself as a mannequin that exists only to be displayed, the more you think about it. Sky City’s blonde mannequin with big breasts who understands the only happiness that can be felt as a mannequin. Sonia.

The happiness you can experience as a mannequin. As long as you stand in the posture you created. I’m happy. Just as Dorma created it, according to the sweet common sense of the hypnotic voice that was played to the point of almost brainwashing.

Sonia just looks towards the empty space.

(Because you told me to stand… Because you told me to stay here…♥)

The only thing you have to do as a mannequin. The only duty.

The feeling of happiness that fills your mind just by standing proudly as a mannequin using itself for the products made.

For the mannequin fetish. It neatly shoves in proper common sense. Just standing there pretending to be a mannequin makes you as happy as being sexually assaulted by pleasure substances.

(Inhale… Exhale…)

And… A hypnotic voice that continually encourages you to override common sense.

(Because there is no need for that… I… Pretend to be a mannequin for now…

I think when it’s really dangerous, you press the button repeatedly…)

Sonia can keep her golden eyes open normally even without artificial tears. Now even the boredom that comes from standing still has been erased. Sonia spends time like a mannequin in a strange place where she feels good just by standing there.

(Because it’s a mannequin… If it’s just standing… It’s doing its job…)

It is not an effort because it has already turned into the self-awareness that a mannequin should naturally have. Although it was corrected as a matter of course. Sonia’s breasts inevitably shake a little even though she holds back with all her might.

Fortunately, neither Mr. Dorma nor the androids who came as guests had anyone to look at the blonde, big-breasted mannequin among the mannequins scattered around to see with their own eyes the subtle changes that were difficult to recognize.

‘… Ah…’

‘…♡…’

‘…’

Although our gaze was fixed at some point. Still, Sonia’s interest from the people seen slightly below waned and then stopped.

(The important thing… Is the role of the mannequin standing on the stand…)

(A mannequin that is doing its job well… Is a good mannequin…)

(I don’t have time to worry about such trivial things…)

Even just standing still. It feels so good to realize that I am doing what I need to do perfectly. A mannequin cosplayer who thinks there is no reason to look at anything else. Sonia.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was doing my job well, even though I was just standing there. As guests flocked in. Instead of the sound of fighting over piles of clothes becoming louder. As it quietly decreases.

As much as it gets quiet. Sonia becomes surprisingly calm.

My duty as a mannequin. The unknown sense of accomplishment that a created role brings. Now it seems like it’s gotten so serious that I even feel proud…

(How long you stood… Does that matter…)

(Just stand naturally… Until Mr. Dorma calls you… Then it’s okay…)

While maintaining the smile that was created by smooth fingers pressing on your cheek. Sonia stands confidently revealing her glossy skin that cannot be hidden by the clothes she is wearing.

Although both eyes are open. Eyes that are not looking at anything.

It was a mannequin standing motionless, proudly showing off its shiny skin like other mannequins.

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… Ah…

… Nia…

… Sonia…!

(… Sonia? My… Name…)

As soon as the familiar-sounding words were heard more and more clearly, the blond, glossy skin gave consciousness little by little to the eyes that opened but decided not to look at anything. Sonia.

Before your eyes. Although I snapped my fingers. Mr. Dorma makes loud noises because his skin is dozens of times more shiny than that of an ordinary person.

“Are you awake, Sonia?”

Standing on the scaffolding. It was only then that Sonia opened her eyes to the true meaning when she heard Mr. Dorma snapping his fingers in front of her eyes while continuously calling her name.

“Do… Mr. Dorma?! Uh… When?”

When I came to my senses, it was right in front of me. Although it was someone I knew. As soon as I open my eyes, I take a step back when I see him snapping his fingers in front of me. Even if she flinched, it would have been natural… For some reason, Sonia stood still even though she was surprised.

Sonia stays still as her feet encourage her to step on the floor, as if she has forgotten how to fall.

Even if the feet don’t move. Right in front of you without even looking around. Sonia’s eyes are only looking at Mr. Dorma, who can create the pose.

“Sonia. It’s lunchtime! How are you feeling? Is it worth it?”

“It’s…Lunchtime. Already?”

(Uh… Oh…)

Shiny… Just for a moment. Thanks to the oil that Mr. Dorma applied, my hands have become as shiny as a mannequin. A hand that feels bigger than a mannequin approaches and grabs it.

It’s the same material… Sonia thinks so because the switch hasn’t come up yet.

“Isn’t it hard? Hold my hand. Be careful… Be careful…”

“Eh… Ah… Thank you… Mr. Dorma…”

I don’t know how long he was standing. Mr. Dorma pulls Sonia’s slightly stiff body to get up.

Only then did I manage to keep my smooth wrists from falling off the slightly high display case. Guided by Mr. Dorma, who holds it by pressing it with his smooth palm, Sonia carefully places the soles of her feet on the tiles of the store as a mannequin dressed in a costume that has not yet been worn to the point of being asked for.

“Thank you for your hard work, Sonia. It was lunchtime, so we closed for a moment and the afternoon part kids will come and take care of it later. Anyway, thank you for your hard work!”

“Um… Mr. Dorma… What time is… Uh…? Lunchtime? Well… Well… Then…”

Dormawa informs us that it is lunchtime. The hero of Sky City whose perceived time cannot be matched. When I asked in confusion, Mr. Dorma answered.

“It’s been about five hours. How are you? You did really well, Sonia. How are you feeling…?”

(All… Five hours…? Time flies so quickly…! Ugh… This is my first experience like this…)

I was embarrassed. Recalling the feeling of standing as a mannequin. Mr. Dorma did not miss Sonia’s honest reaction and asked if she had fun this time, who was content with having her head fucked so that the nipple patch she was pretending to be a mannequin would not fall off.

(Uh. How can it be 5 hours… Without doing anything…

Ah! It’s not that I didn’t do anything, it’s that I… Played my role well…)

While stretching my back a few times, I said to Dorma, ‘I… Really enjoyed it…!’ Sonia answers honestly.

“Yes, thank you for saying that, Sonia!

The ‘role’ of ‘removing’ the mannequin from the clothes remains. Don’t forget?”

“Her… Role…”

(The mannequin… Is taken off… And stored… Again, so… Of course…)

Although I’m pretending to be a mannequin. I asked Dorma again, who explained that it wasn’t over yet and that there was still more work to be done. Has she already realized what she has to do as a mannequin? Sonia decided to stand still like a mannequin in an empty clothing store.

Suddenly. And coo.

Holding Sonia’s arm, which was on display pretending to be a mannequin. Pointing to her storage room. It was Dorma, dragging a blonde mannequin into the warehouse.