Chapter 513 – 289 Fake Mannequin~
“Can you tell me, Sonia?
Not as good as a real mannequin. It’s still a mannequin, right?”
“…?!”
By the way, the owner of a meticulous clothing store who never forgets to stimulate Sonia for the next step to suggest. Dorma.
“The mannequin… Never… Obeys…♥”
Thoughts that come to mind. While muttering verbatim the script of a hypnotic audio file that has been modified to fool you into thinking it is a thought. Instead of Dorma looking over the audio file script on her smartphone, Sonia exchanges glances with a blonde mannequin smiling at her.
“Why are you looking away, Sonia? Can’t you be honest?”
“I love it so much… That the mannequin… Is a mannequin…♥”
“Because I like mannequins? Why do I like them?”
By correcting ambiguous questions. Until you get the answer you want. Now, walking slowly, Sonia’s eyes get as close as possible to the mannequin’s processed blue jewel eyes.
A mannequin with big breasts. At a distance so close that Sonia’s larger breasts were pressed down. Sonia released her hold on her gaze. Maybe she forgot to look the other way. Sky City’s hero who never takes his eyes off the mannequin in front of him. Sonia.
“A mannequin is a mannequin, right? But… Why is that so? Sonia…♥”
A mannequin pretends to be a mannequin while on display.
The mannequin is in absolute obedience.
I think I need to stop those thoughts from coming up. I’m holding on as much as I can…
Just grab the blonde mannequin. Slowly lifting her hands up. Since it is a mannequin, Dorma positions it so that it can show off its bare breasts.
“When I see a mannequin… I get… Excited…”
In the obsession with being honest. Sonia, the fake mannequin, confesses the reason why she cannot look confidently at the blonde mannequin.
You yourself know that your breasts are pressed against the blonde mannequin. Let alone the thought of falling. Instead of looking behind her, asking a question. Sonia, who has a mannequin fetish, reveals a secret that can no longer be hidden.
“It’s okay, Sonia. It’s a natural reaction, right?”
“Of course… A… Reaction…”
The reason why I deliberately ripped off the nipple patch that was attached. The reason why I tore it down as soon as I got to the storage room.
Even though I confessed that I get excited when I see mannequins. To confirm evidence that it is not in heat as a human.
(Then… Even though… I changed… I felt like I wasn’t wearing anything… So… That’s… Of course…?)〈 Br〉
My face turned bright red because I confessed the mannequin fetish that had developed in my heart. As soon as I acknowledged it, I started to regain my confidence like a mannequin. Sonia’s tremors are decreasing.
I grabbed Sonia’s shoulder like that. This time, instead of looking at the mannequin. She stands side by side with the mannequin. Designer Dorma that corrects your posture, so you can look in a mirror.
Even if you are moved to look in a mirror. A blonde mannequin standing next to himself in the mirror. Sonia is caught up in only looking at the blue eyes of the mannequin.
Dorma continued to ask Sonia’s question by rubbing Sonia’s shoulder as if to relieve tension, as she was just standing there exchanging glances with the mannequin…
It was Sonia from the fake mannequin.
“How was your day? From morning until now?”
Joe… I like it… I felt good…
“What was it like to ‘pretend’ to be one of them? Did it feel good?”
It’s all… Of course… It’s such a great experience…
“Then wouldn’t it be better if we resembled ‘her’ more and more naturally? Wouldn’t we be able to have a better experience?”
Well… Maybe…
“I don’t think so… Someday, someone might notice, right? You don’t want a fun experience to end… Do you?”
Ma… That’s right. I have to look natural… Because mannequins… Are good…
Until you get the answer you want. Dorma changes direction little by little, this time holding Sonia’s head with both hands and continuing to ask questions low… Slowly and in a charming voice.
Even though the feeling that something is sinking in is growing… Sonia listens to the reasonable whispers.
“… Mr. Dorma is right… I was lucky so far… I got away with it… Next time… I will definitely… Get caught…”
(I… It’s hard to be sure that there won’t be customers like me… Looking at the mannequin…)
If anyone who admits Dorma’s mannequin fetish listens. An explanation that would only be considered logical if heard by someone who has developed a hobby of pretending to be a mannequin and displaying it as a prerequisite. I’ve been lucky enough not to get caught so far. Sonia is convinced even if it is not true.
A mannequin. I didn’t notice that they were starting to refer to me like a person, and I didn’t feel any discomfort at myself for starting to take that description for granted. Just pretend to be a mannequin. Just imagining the pleasure it would have felt when it was on display. When the option to quit is erased, Sonia says whatever comes out.
“I… I should have been more careful… Thanks to Mr. Dorma… I might get caught someday…”
Same thing. Even in the storage room or in the mirror, Sonia does not even look at Dorma standing next to her, but only looks into the blue mannequin’s eyes and answers
It was Dorma who began to whisper his true feelings into Sonia’s ear.
“So what if I look a little more like her? Not quite yet… I mean, she’s a mannequin, right? Isn’t she, Sonia?”
“Yes… Yes…”
A mannequin. For people whose common sense has been recreated so that they can experience mannequin fetishes with hypnosis-inducing voices, they are no longer mannequins.
Starting with the impossible word, naked mannequin. For Sonia, who has safely developed a fetish in her head for being aroused by seeing mannequins stripped of the clothes they want to sell, there is a way to solve all of her worries. Mr. Dorma begins to whisper.
“Sonia is different because she is a living person, but she wants to help even a little. Imagine, like this…”
To make it a little more natural. Dorma slightly moves the mannequins and Sonia, who are standing side by side, so that they only look into each other’s eyes.
So that the mannequin’s blue gaze, which shines even when it is not illuminated by electric light, goes directly to the fake mannequin’s Sonia. So that you can only see the blue light reflected in the mirror…
“Ah… Ah…♥”
A blonde mannequin made in a very similar way.
Lightly grab your wrist and lift it up. A blonde mannequin at a clothing store smiles at a fake mannequin with a pose that proudly shows off her chest and a restrained smile that can only be shown because she is a mannequin.
Everything came off though. It was put back on… But not as proper clothes.
Be aware of the parts that a mannequin should not have. Stare.
So that the fake mannequin can stand like a real mannequin and be aware of the differences. It was Dorma’s consideration to wait for the fake mannequin.
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(The mannequin is… Cool…)
When that thought first came into my head. I thought it was cool to have a mannequin that exists only for display.
Gradually, as Mr. Dorma suggested. Something we need to learn from mannequins as well. Sonia’s way of thinking began to change as she was persuaded that there was something worth learning.
(First… The mannequin… Is confident… Different from me… Ugh…)
Whether you’re dressed or not. Or not. A mannequin that always stands proudly and firmly in its place.
As I was handed a bunny girl outfit that you would only see at a club, I was told that a mannequin stands proudly without losing a smile no matter what it wears, or even when it is dressed in barely-there lingerie.
(Besides… You can see it as an open mind… Without discrimination…)
An attitude of proudly showing oneself to everyone, regardless of who one shows or hides. I think you should always keep an open mind… But.
Since the association said it was not mandatory training, I passed the training on differences between humans and androids…
The more I think about it, the more I think about it. While making eye contact with the mannequin and accepting it. A new way of thinking.
And… The attitude of a mannequin that the body remembers.
Because I have a real mannequin in front of me. I let go for a moment out of shame. After listening to Mr. Dorma’s explanation. My mind became at ease… My breasts stopped shaking like a mannequin again.
“Like this… If there was a way to make it difficult to distinguish between the mannequin and Sonia by looking at them side by side… Wouldn’t it be a little better…? What do you think, Sonia?”
“… I think it would be cool…”
(I told you to answer honestly… Of course, it’s right to answer honestly…♥)
Answer it. It goes beyond what just passes by in your mind. Dorma’s suggestion just stuck in my head.
(Difficult… How to distinguish from a mannequin…♥)
Instead of a physical response of maximally suppressed erogenous zones. I climax just thinking about it. A way of thinking that takes in the blue light again in the gap caused by the climax and makes it clear again.
(Because a mannequin is something that needs to be learned… If there is a way to look like a mannequin… I… Really… It’s the best…♥)
“Sonia is still just someone pretending to be a mannequin, right?”
“… Well… Then what should I do…!”
The designer, whose skin was a little too shiny and shiny, responded to a cute customer who immediately asked for a solution. It was Dorma.
