Chapter 514 – 290 Is This Your First Time Going to a Beauty Salon? You Want to Look Like a Mannequin, Right?
Dorma informs Sonia, who has no reason to refuse, as if it were the end.
Because I’m standing comfortably and not looking back when I hear the sound, and I’m not even flinching.
However, when Sonia asks about her methods, Ms. Dorma smiles, saying that her employees are not sure if they are laughing or ridiculing her.
“We might get caught. If we get caught… Then everyone will be shocked… You know? But you don’t want to give up something so fun… Right?”
“Uh… Uh… Uh…”
You might get caught. Pretending to be a mannequin is fun. But if you get caught, it’s over. Together. Dormae, who only lists dull and negative possibilities, shouts out loud at the sight of the mannequin clearly visible in her mind. Sonia answers confidently this time.
“It’s all… Natural, right? Pretending to be a mannequin… I didn’t know that being on display… Was such a good thing… ♥”
Dorma massages the shoulders of a fake mannequin who is so nervous that her lips drop when she is told that the fun will end.
Please wait a moment until the trembling stops. Dorma’s voice rang in Sonia’s ears.
“Does she want to be more like her? Does she want to be more like her? Isn’t that what she wants? What do you think?”
“I… I…”
(I don’t know what Mr. Dorma thinks, but… I think it’s an attractive offer… If I can look like one of ‘hers’, I won’t get caught… That… But… If it’s permanent…)
For that reason, Sonia cannot nod her head
No matter how much I developed a mannequin fetish, I got aroused by looking at mannequins. We must not make the same mistake as last time by having our belly button modified with a cyber implant just to be connected to a virtual reality device…
So the conclusion is: It’s fun, but… It’s fun. I have no choice but to say there is nothing I can do.
Sonia tries to start with a voice of resignation.
“Look right into her eyes. You’re looking at her reflection in the mirror, Sonia.”
“Yes…”
It is fitting that he is obeying Dorma’s command to look. Sonia helplessly moves her gaze in the direction pointed.
“Try not to move it like this.”
“Yes… Yes…”
I already had no intention of refusing. Sonia’s eyes only look at the object she is told to look at without even suspecting the reason because she has no intention or plan to resist.
She took off her necklace and hung it on the mannequin standing next to Sonia. Dorma lightly grabbed Sonia’s wrist as if she had put her on display and held her pose as she went into her case…
“Oh…♥”
So that you can move appropriately. However, I started to be dominated by the thoughts in my head that told me to keep my posture so that I could stay still once it was made.
Sonia stands still in a pose that allows the blue light shining from the necklace hanging on the mannequin to shine directly into her eyes.
“…”
“Sonia. You want to be more like her, don’t you?”
Mr. Dorma speaks like a person with confidence, like a question with a fixed answer.
“… Ah… Ah… No… I guess…”
“I don’t think so… Oh…?”
“I. I am…”
As time goes by. Negative emotions disappearing at a rapid pace.
Like a fake mannequin governed by the common sense that it is natural to learn more about a mannequin that excites you just by looking at it.
“You want to look like a mannequin, right?”
Sonia hesitates in response to Dorma’s question, which is spoken as a simple statement in a clear and clear voice.
“I… Am…”
“You want to look like a mannequin, right?”
A naked mannequin seen in the mirror.
Without even knowing when my clothes came off. The mannequin was left as is. The search for differences with the real mannequin started as soon as I realized that it was the blond-haired, blue-eyed mannequin that had kindly stood next to me in the storage room the other day.
There is no part that should be there. There’s a part that shouldn’t be there. The more I find those parts with my blue eyes, the more I lose confidence. A fake mannequin pondering Mr. Dorma’s suggestion.
(There’s nothing wrong with looking like a pretty and beautiful mannequin…?)
(The mannequin… Is perfect…♥)
“I want to look like a mannequin…”
Sonia confesses her honest feelings while looking at Dorma fiddling with the blue gem pendant behind her in the mirror.
That was Sonia’s answer.
(Why did I hesitate? That’s strange…)
Sonia said she really wanted to look like a mannequin. It was so strange that she couldn’t understand why she hesitated so much…
“Good thinking, Sonia!”
Her glossy skin trembles with excitement, as if she was honestly happy with Dorma’s words of support for her decision.
“Then put on the clothes you came with and get ready to go. I’m busy, I’m busy. I might get busy!”
“Huh? What do you mean? I’m… Going out?”
As if she had work to do somewhere other than here. Let’s ask Dorma, who says with the nuance that she is going somewhere…
Dorma smiled and answered, ‘There’s a special place I know~’.
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(Is this okay?…)
(But… If you want to be a good mannequin… It’s natural…)
Sonia followed Dorma, who ran out with a smile that was closer to a smile than a meaningful one.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Dorma’s car, which was heading somewhere, I repeated several times, wondering if it was okay to do this, and covering up the thoughts that came to me with unavoidable reasons.
“Uh. Dorma… Ssi…”
I tried to ask Dorma, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, if he had left the busy downtown area…
As she played with her earrings with her free hand, Sonia’s gaze naturally rested on the blue jewel earrings that were visible as she followed the tips of her fingers.
“…”
Instead of the question I had in mind. Naturally. Sonia returns to the position that Dorma gave her by gently holding her wrist while telling her to get into the passenger seat.
A car that leaves the main road and wanders around narrow lanes, slowly slowing down and stopping at what appears to be a parking lot for commercial visitors.
Tick. Tick!
Dorma arrived at the destination and started snapping her fingers at Sonia, who was still dazed and sitting in the passenger seat, like a mannequin who had stopped thinking.
Sonia, who began to react as if she was gradually waking up from her drowsy sleep, opened her mouth and said, “What?”
“We’ve arrived. Sonia! Wake up!”
“Uh… Hot…! Has… It arrived already?!”
Although I wasn’t tired. Dorma stands in front of the building next to the parking lot, supporting the stumbling Sonia, as if the strong hero felt stiff as well.
[Sky City Beauty Clinic]
“Beauty… Salon… Yo…?”
I looked up at the building sign. That’s all you need to know to see if the design hasn’t kept up with the times.
Dorma confidently entered the back door of the colorfully painted building, as if it was run by someone she knew… And Sonia followed behind.
“There’s something colorful…”
“Is that so? My friend is running a beauty salon. He said something like that would attract more customers. Sonia.”
As the term beauty clinic is appropriate, it is a waiting room with furniture that you would see in a skin clinic that provides simple treatments instead of a hospital. Atmosphere like a beauty salon. A table displaying a set of hair dryers and nail polish color samples.
And as soon as I came in, more than everyone else in this room.
The owner of a beauty salon even recognized my friend while carefully applying nail polish to my nails. The owner even recognized Dorma, who was shinier than the Humanoid quietly charging behind her.
“Ah! Dorma! You said you would come, but I asked when. Something happened, right?”
“I’m sorry. Huh… I got a little stuck in traffic…”
Have you been notified in advance that you will be here? Mr. Dorma exchanges a light greeting with the female owner of the beauty salon, who casually asks why he is so late.
(Was the car stuck…? I just fell asleep… So maybe I didn’t feel it…)
Sonia keeps sleeping in the passenger seat… I don’t notice, but I still feel a little sorry.
“Sky City traffic is like that. Well… Right?”
The owner of the beauty salon and Dorma shake hands to thank them for coming after a long time.
(I… That’s normal… Right…?)
From meeting Dorma until coming to the beauty salon.
I tried not to think about it because I knew it was rude. Still, Sonia was worried that the area might be too thin.
“The person this person was talking about… Sonia? Hello. As you can see, I am the owner of Sky City’s 13th branch beauty salon!
Unlike others, I don’t talk much, but I’ll take care of you.”
“Please take care of me…”
Thanks to understanding the mannequin’s mindset even a little. Sonia succeeded in greeting confidently without being nervous.
“Just wait a moment. I’ll be preparing some Humanoids.”
(Same goes for Mr. Dorma… I… Is that… Normal…?)
Of course, now that I’ve worn it a few times, it feels strangely nice to be pressed down, so it doesn’t matter. The design of the bodysuit received from the Hero Association. Sonia was so embarrassed that she hesitated to wear it because her navel was completely exposed, and her upper breasts were exposed.
Although it was correct. He was the hero of Sky City who had already fallen to the same level as before to be evaluated.
