Chapter 512 – 288 Take a Good Look? I Wonder if the Mannequin Has Nipples…♥
“?! It wasn’t there in the morning…!”
Because it’s a mannequin. Because I can’t take it off myself. I was dragged into the warehouse of a clothing store like a mannequin after being persuaded that it was natural to be stripped and stored in a warehouse.
Sonia is surprised by the presence of a mannequin placed in front of a large mirror.
(It would have become a mannequin… It’s not like it did…! Someone would have moved it inside while it was pretending to be a mannequin…)
While answering the questions that began to arise. Not knowing that Dorma was still holding Sonia’s wrist, who looked a little more like a mannequin than Sonia. Sonia keeps looking at the mannequin installed in the exact center, even though it is stored in a storage room.
(So… That’s… That’s it… Is it because it’s all sold… Sold… Because it’s a mannequin whose work has been completed… ♥)
Gradually. Although it is spacious. It’s too narrow to fit all the mannequins. A mannequin with an upright, alert posture to make it easy to clean up. A blonde mannequin leaving behind a small smile.
(Well… More than that… Why… Suddenly… Are you doing this…♥)
This is not an ordinary cheap plastic mannequin, but a high-end mannequin from Dorma Clothing Store that was custom-made for reasons that are difficult for others to understand.
It was like that last time too? This time for sure.
As soon as Sonia recognized that the shiny-skinned person in front of her was a mannequin, strange feelings began to form in her mind.
The skin accepts the twinkling light of the lamp in an artificial position that is easy to maintain. No calluses or minor wounds. With a shiny sheen…
No matter how much they decorated it, they deceived the customers. It can’t be compared to the skin that was pretending to be Sonia’s mannequin. A skin color that seems to have a few more colors mixed in.
“Ah… Ah…♥”
Instead of an erogenous zone where the nipple should be, it was intentionally hidden with a flesh-colored nipple patch. A mannequin with only two blue circles the size of areolas indicating the direction of the mannequin.
“What do you think, Sonia? Does that mannequin look like it has nipples?”
You know this just by looking at it. Dorma deliberately asks like a question.
Of course, there’s no way the mannequin has nipples. I had to answer like that… But the mannequin’s content was already rewritten in my head. I learned that I can become like a mannequin at any time, depending on how I want to be…
So, Sonia answers honestly when Dorma’s voice comes from behind.
Because… You said your work as a mannequin is not over yet…
(Because mannequins are absolute obedient…♥)
“Uh… Nothing…♥”
I answered, but So sharp that you can’t look in the direction where the sound is coming from. Sonia just looks at the mannequin.
Although her face really looks like a human. Perhaps that’s why the unnatural skin tone contrasts so much. Glossy texture.
There is only one word to call such a being. Just one…
“…♥ Mannequin… Is…♥”
To organize things, it’s a mannequin posed in an empty pose. In the eyes of Sonia, who is no longer able to look at the mannequin as a mannequin, with her hands raised as if showing off her body. It’s just a mannequin standing naked without anything.
Mannequin experience… Dorma suggests pretending to be a mannequin. There is definitely something to learn from mannequins. As if it wasn’t a lie, Sonia pretended to be a mannequin with her back not bent once and her breasts proudly sticking out after coming in.
But. After entering the storage room… Little by little… I slowly looked at the mannequin. As Sonia was displayed pretending to be a mannequin, the unknown confidence she had accepted with her body began to diminish in real time.
Although there was no one there. The sight of him walking confidently out of the display case at Dorma’s clothing store, which was clearly outdoors, not in a corner of the room, slowly again. It just turns into Sonia and bends slightly. Butt that goes backwards.
As soon as I saw it, my mind recognized the object standing in the middle of the storage room as a real mannequin. Not a real mannequin. Thanks to the thinking circuit that thinks that the person who pretends to be a mannequin is fake… That’s just how it is. A curved waist.
(It would be more convenient if there was a way for me to look like a mannequin… What… What… Thinking… Ha… Huh… Ugh…)
Although it is a sigh of shame. I noticed Sonia’s sigh, which wasn’t necessarily all like that. Sky City’s D-class hero. Dorma now approaches and stands behind her partner who sympathizes with the non-mainstream fetish called mannequin fetish.
-Eyes that cannot separate from the mannequin
-Skin turns red as soon as you see the mannequin
-However, instead of protruding, Sonia’s nipples are covered in flesh-colored patches, imitating the round breasts of the mannequin.
Don’t just stare blankly. Just a little bit more. I wanted to look at the real mannequin in front of me, so I went from behind the fake mannequin I was observing. Dorma slowly places her hand on Sonia’s shoulder.
“…’ She’ is quite… Impressive, isn’t she? Sonia? Isn’t she?”
Before the fake mannequin, whose confidence collapsed in front of the real mannequin, spoke in embarrassment. First. Dorma begins to speak.
So that you can realize that it is a fake mannequin… Even as I fumble with my fingers to find the stickers on the nipples, trying to tear off the flesh-colored nipple patches little by little…
“Yes…♥”
Sigh…!
The flesh-colored nipple patch was torn off. Even though it is no longer a fake mannequin. Sonia does not hesitate to answer Dorma’s questions honestly.
It was skin soaked with Sonia’s polish.
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“Isn’t that really impressive? Sonia? It looks real, but… The appearance of a real mannequin. I get excited just thinking about it… How about Sonia?”
After leaning with her arm on one shoulder of a fake mannequin named Sonia. It’s as if she’s sharing a dark secret. A warehouse room that is already empty. There was no one even in the clothing store. Still, it was Dorma who carefully asked questions as if it were a secret.
Dorma given with confidence
“Uh… Yes?!”
Even now, it still is. I was so focused on the mannequin in the warehouse that I placed my hand on her shoulder, but I was too late to notice that it was Sonia’s fake mannequin, so I started to flinch.
While gently pressing her trembling shoulders. Dorma keeps asking questions that don’t need to be answered.
“What do you think when you look at the mannequin, Sonia?”
“Uh… What do you think…”
When the trembling barely stopped? It’s like he’s asking me to think about it. Slowly.
With the same hand that had ripped off the flesh-colored, tough nipple patch. Mr. Dorma closes Sonia’s eyes.
As if asking you to imagine it. Starting with yesterday…
“You saw it last time, right?”
Because every day I take off the mannequin and see it being taken off. It’s okay. Asking me to be honest.
“Um… Yes…”
Until I could barely say anything in agreement. Dorma uses your fingernails to press down on your shoulders, which may be slightly stiff due to the oil.
“I know, too. How beautiful and perfect the mannequin is… That’s why it’s so… Shiny? How fascinated Sonia is by her. You don’t have to say it, right?”
“He… She… Is… Dorma…”
With a mannequin in front of you. Put things in front of you. A Dorma that takes away the name that should be given to a person and uses it up.
She said she was fascinated by her. To the point where I honestly admit those words. Instead of fooling yourself into feeling strange emotions when you see a mannequin…
Shhh… It’s okay if you don’t say anything yet. The strange texture of your finger that you feel when you place it on your lips. Sonia opens her heart just looking at the mannequin on Mr. Dorma’s finger.
“Aren’t you blaming me, Sonia?”
‘Because it’s natural to like mannequins’
“You say you are her substitute, but how about looking at ‘her’ a little more?”
Again and again. In the warehouse room, where only Ms. Dorma’s high heels echo, she places her finger on Sonia’s lips and slowly slides it from behind her… In the direction of the large mirror.
In the direction the mannequin is facing. Because it’s a mannequin, the mannequin can’t see anything… But Sonia approaches not in the direction the mannequin is facing… But in a direction where the mannequin can look at her closer.
(On… Mannequin… Mannequin…?)
“Uh… Uh… Okay… Mr. Dorma…”
Because I’m confused. Seeing Sonia’s eyes spinning in circles, she was in a state of abnormality. Dorma holds her earrings before her eyes.
Hold it for a moment. It seems like she will leave it to him from then on. Grab Sonia’s chin. Mr. Dorma carefully matches the mannequin’s blue eyes.
(It’s only natural that you like mannequins, right?)
“Uh… Uh… Uh…”
It feels like something is getting into her head… Sonia frowns at the sensation that the common sense dictionary in her head is being erased and rewritten, and inadvertently turns her head to try to block her cause. …
“Mannequin… She’s beautiful, perfect, pretty. Why don’t you want to look at her, Sonia…”
“Oh..? No. It’s not that she doesn’t want to see, it’s that ah… That… That…”
“Answer me honestly, Sonia. You’re not done with the mannequin experience yet, are you?
Not as good as a real mannequin. It’s still a mannequin, right?”
(A real mannequin…!)
Still, my heart started pounding when I heard Dorma say it was a mannequin. It was Sonia of the mannequin fetish.
