Hypnotized Female Protagonist 522

Chapter 522 – 298 You Can Always Go Back, But… You Won’t, Right?

Although it is not a mannequin. I love pretending to be a mannequin. A fake mannequin with all of its skin coated.

Cheap drone. Humanoid. Android even if it costs a bit more. A fake mannequin that could have been obtained at any time if one had compromised even a little.

When it comes to mannequin fetishes, I stick to things that can never be compromised. I even received a friend discount. I missed him so much that he first said he would cover the cost of the procedure. A person who looks like a mannequin.

Because I have a mannequin fetish in my head. It has changed so that it can no longer be seen as an object made by melting plastic…

And then. Now… Now…

I know that just by looking at it, my mind starts to explode in real time. Still, Dorma patiently waited until the passenger seat belt clicked perfectly.

Yesterday and the day before.

In the storage room, we prepared a mannequin similar to Sonia in advance and made her stand next to her. Let’s test whether we can empathize with a simple object, a mannequin.

And. That’s the question I asked even after entering the exhibition case wearing a black plastic bunny girl costume, which would be natural to get angry as the hero of Sky City, who is welcomed by everyone even if she pretends to be a mannequin.

“How was it today, Sonia?”

(I’m the one who asked… But I’m starting to hate hearing the answer… It’s scary.)

Maybe this hero is not a helpless pervert of the same level as himself with a mannequin fetish… But a truly sincere hero who inspects facility safety. Because I wasn’t feeling well due to something like going to the dungeon the day before.

Maybe that’s why I got caught in the fish trap. The designer and owner of a clothing store is fearful that he may be catering to a fetish that does not exist because he has been affected by the suggestive magic of a lens attached to a mannequin’s neck. Dorma.

“Oh… Today?”

“Yes. Today.”

As I was driving towards the apartment complex in Sky City that I had set as my destination, I slightly lifted my gaze to see Gwang-sik sitting in the passenger seat… So that I could barely escape from his skin and not be caught by the Sky City security forces for inducing kidnapping.

Dorma checks the cleanly shining golden eyes of the D-class hero to see if the function set to automatically break even if the opponent is caught in a trap, no matter how hard the opponent is, has mental resistance that is worse than that of an insect.

(The police… It’s true that if someone gets caught, it’s their fault… But I don’t want to give the number of cases themselves…)

Don’t let the atmosphere eat you up. I deliberately left the beauty salon and waited even though the golden eyes that showed that all the flimsy suggestion-inducing trap effect had disappeared had already come back.

“Wasn’t it a little… Burdensome? I mean… I got it today. Furthermore, I can take it back any time I want…”

It wasn’t just a few hours, it was a glossy coating that was several times more concentrated than the treatment a customer named Sonia received today. This skin, created by being submerged for several days, was truly a Dorma that could be proudly displayed anytime, anywhere as a designer and a pervert of the mannequin fetish.

Maybe… Not. Of course, it won’t be that much of a pervert. Even if it’s just one chance. Dorma is worried if she is swayed by a ‘manufactured’ fetish.

“Uh… I can turn it back at any time… And since I’m standing there like a mannequin… I don’t think I’ll ever get caught anymore… And besides…”

It seems like Dorma’s worries are useless. Although she hesitates and stutters her words. Slowly. Sonia continues speaking clearly.

“Of course! Just like Mr. Dorma said! I know there was a lot to learn from the mannequin, but… What should I say… That…”

Even mannequins have something to learn.

Although she was giving a nonsensical comment to a customer who seemed dazed after being caught in her fish trap, in order to induce them to stand there pretending to be a mannequin. It’s not a lie. More than half sincerely. The mannequin’s confidence and composure. And Dorma has said that confidence should be imitated.

While agreeing with the thoughts that Dorma holds most dear. This time, my skin changed a little bit. As I gently press his upper chest with my fingers, I do as the sensation in my head tells me to do. Sonia confesses honestly.

It’s not as soft as it used to be, though. So it hasn’t really become hard like a mannequin… Still, I’m pressing my breasts with my fingers, which have become soft and hard like synthetic plastic artificial flesh.

While touching the flesh-colored areola that has lost its pink color as a human and can no longer feel it.

“Uh… At some point… When I… Stand… Like a mannequin… I get… Excited… Only… The mannequin… Even when I look at it… But… Now… I think it looks more like a mannequin…”

Dorma’s question. How was your day today? As for whether she is okay with indirectly having undergone a procedure to make her skin as shiny as a mannequin and becoming a gloss that is difficult to distinguish from artificial synthetic plastic flesh… Sonia gives an honest and honest answer in her right mind.

“Really… The best…♥”

(I… I told you…♥ But… Becoming a mannequin… Is a good thing… To be honest…♥)

What it means to be a mannequin. Because it means becoming a mannequin. Just like the sound of what a mannequin is. It is natural to create a pose and maintain it confidently.

Costumed or not. It’s natural, and it’s our only duty to show ourselves confidently without being afraid anytime, anywhere…

Sonia confesses to Dorma, who has already gone further, the secret mannequin fetish that was firmly established in her mind at some point.

My heart is pounding like it’s going to burst because I’m telling you the shameful truth. As learned. Because this is impossible for a being that is a mannequin and not a human… Because my current state of mind is closer to that of a proud mannequin of absolute obedience with a switch pressed rather than to that of a person…

Instead of making flesh-colored nipples bigger. Like that moment when a blue gem was held out in front of my eyes, fearing that it might be rejected.  Sonia regains her initial composure.

“Really? When you say that, you really… Really…

Thank you. Sonia.

Ah! “Could you check if there’s any dust on the side mirror in front?”

“Is it dust? Yes… Eh…♥”

I just glanced out the window and checked that there was nothing…

“Mannequin…♥”

As soon as I saw the golden eyes of the blonde mannequin reflected in the mirror. The fake mannequin’s eyes that keep showing through. It was Sonia who just stared, blinking occasionally to keep her eyes from drying out.

—-

“You came earlier than me today, Sonia?”

“… Yes?”

When I came to my senses when I heard a voice calling me, Mr. Dorma was standing right in front of me.

She was clearly sitting in the passenger seat next to her, as if the Internet page had been turned…

Perhaps because she didn’t want to hide her super-glossy skin, she looked like she was trying to enter the store by entering the password while wearing only a fitness fitting bag with only one string.

Even before Dorma arrived. I’m not sure when it started.

“…”

“… Delay time. 43 minutes. Maintenance costs due to excess working hours will be billed to Humanoid’s profit rights holder…

We would also like to inform you that we have switched to small personality mode as of the end of our contracted working hours.”

Even though it is a household item, it is a humanoid that will experience functional decline due to stress if it is not returned to its individual personality mode occasionally.

Because Humanoid blocked and stopped trash on the streets that needed to be cleaned up, the contracted operating hours were long overdue.  All you had to do was entrust your body to the installed program, but the consignment company forced you to return to individual personality mode. Humanoid, a cleaning service for environmental cleanup in Sky City,

“Get out of the way… Shit…”

Even though it has been converted to individual personality mode, it may have been a favor, but it is a humanoid for environmental cleanup that is instantly controlled by the basic program of the humanoid that detects the behavior of the humanoid trying to give orders. Although he was a human, he was a low-level robot created to serve humans.

“Uh… Uhh…?”

A humanoid wearing a specially treated humanoid bodysuit to prevent it from getting dirty.

However, unlike the convenience store Humanoid, which clearly shows a blank expression or a made-up smile, he is staring at Sonia with an expression that appears to be an ordinary pervert wearing a bodysuit, but he is surprised to see himself standing in front of a clothing store while sitting in the passenger seat of Dorma’s car. The hero of Sky City. Sonia.

Ordering humans to move out of the way… Humanoids for environmental cleanup, programmed so that they cannot ask, are waiting for the citizens standing on the sidewalk blocks that need to be cleaned right in front of their eyes to take a step back. I saw them quickly cleaning up as soon as they stepped back.

“Uh… Uhh… I guess I left the treatment center and got in the car… Uhh…?”

I was sitting, but the boss was driving next to me…

It was natural that Sonia, whose body was standing on the sidewalk block but whose mind was sitting still, would fall on her sidewalk.