Chapter 532 – 308 (Quarter) Wouldn’t It Be Better if Sonia Didn’t Pretend to Be a Mannequin?
“You want to be like a mannequin, right?”
“Yes…”
The owner of a successful clothing store who presses down on his shoulders to feel the smoothness that comes from deliberately pressing the skin. The Hand of Dorma.
Dorma checks the softness of the fake mannequin’s nipples between his fingers, pressing on his shoulders and chest and feeling good when pressed past the numb flesh of the areolas.
Woowoouk…!
“…♥”
The owner of the beauty salon and Dorma also commented that he had become very similar to a mannequin, and although the cyborg’s visual module was ambiguous, he performed well enough to trick him into winning by decision. As if that wasn’t enough, the designer’s smooth fingers help convey human stimulation.
The smile created by the pleasant stimulation appears clearly. Sonia is unknowingly disappointed by the fact that she does not look like a mannequin.
The fact that she felt disappointed was proof that something was definitely wrong. Before realizing that sense of discomfort, first…
“Thank you for telling me, Sonia. Why don’t you just go away for now?”
“… Huh? What do you mean, you’re going..? Huh…♥”
Dorma teases the fake mannequin’s nipples and then presses the button on the remote control and the button on the vibrator.
A while ago, I inserted myself into the flesh-colored plastic panties of a fake mannequin, but I didn’t feel any discomfort. Seeing Sonia standing so calmly that it seemed like it was natural for her to be in, she wondered if she had taken it out herself.
Weeeing…
“Uh… Uh… Ah… It…! Dorma… San…”
A vibrator that shakes violently inside a fake mannequin pretending to be a mannequin and torments it.
“You’re keeping your posture the same. You’re doing great, Sonia.”
“… Yes? Uh… Why…”
The posture of the fake mannequin, which makes sweet chanting independently of the sound it has heard, has remained the same for a long time.
The golden eyes opened wide. The vibrator switch was turned on, causing my flesh-colored nipples to stick out, so I could no longer stand like a mannequin.
Sonia is amazed by her flesh-colored, shiny body that continues to maintain the pose that Dorma created for her.
“Uh… Uhh…?”
I moved my fingers, wondering if my body had stiffened, but the glossy fingers moved just fine. In the end, the reason she maintained the pose without moving was Sonia’s mind.
“Playing with mannequins. Isn’t it fun, Sonia?”
Weeeee!
Dorma raises the switch one step further by asking.
“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… Hi…♥”
Instead of answering, the fake mannequin carefully catches the vibrator with its lower mouth, which is inevitable thanks to the plastic panties she is wearing anyway.
As the vibrator continues to vibrate, a fake mannequin gathers itself more tightly and pushes itself inward.
Dorma places his palm on the oiled lower abdomen of a fake mannequin wearing nothing.
“My stomach is growling… Ugh…♥”
“Don’t you want to be like a mannequin? Sonia?”
The voice that whispers lovingly and seductively in my ear is so charming that I want to keep listening to it… I got closer to the beginning of the voice asking me if I wanted to be like a mannequin, and then it stopped.
“Uh… Uh… Ah… Ah…♥”
Like the simple service offered by Succubus Sex Shop, which lovingly cleans ears with earpicks soaked in transparent oil, but is relatively less intense than other games.
“Ugh… Huh…♥”
Although she barely understood that the blonde mannequin and her own breasts were being massaged together.
A fake mannequin that is submerged in a coating solution and makes only the sound of its breasts being rubbed against Dorma, which lovingly tastes even the parts that have changed because the waterproof earphones cannot protect it.
“Ah… Uh… Mr. Dorma…”
“Not just something that looks like a mannequin… What if it’s real…?”
(Really… Really…?)
Mr. Dorma raises his arms and puts his legs together as if he were handling a mannequin, making a standing posture as if he is about to push in more of the vibrator that is still vibrating.
“Ugh…♥”
Dorma lightly placed her finger on Sonia’s plastic-like upper breast
As I tapped the coated breast, I tapped it slowly and harder so that Sonia could hear the sound as if it was empty inside.
“Sonia. Let me change my position.”
“Huh…! Yes…”
Dorma made her realize that nipples are not a necessary part of the mannequin, so she made her look at a fluorescent light like last time and held a jewel pendant between the light falling on her golden eyes.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…”
By adjusting the poor light that you wouldn’t accept if you didn’t intend to do so, it falls precisely on the pupil of your eye. Dorma speaks while checking her pupils as they get bigger and bigger, as if she wants to accept more.
“Mannequins only move to create poses. That’s why they’re perfect!”
“…”
Although I intentionally touch her breasts lightly. Despite the large breasts, they did not bounce around. Really like a mannequin. Sonia’s breasts shake slightly and stop, perhaps like an android.
“And Sonia wants to pretend to be the perfect mannequin. Always, always, forever a beautiful mannequin. Right?”
“… Yes…”
Sonia’s golden eyes slowly began to turn blue.
“Mannequin Sonia”
“Mhehe…♥”
Flinch…♡
A fake mannequin that climaxes as soon as it has finished convulsing for a moment.
The vibrator inserted into the vagina keeps buzzing.
The hero of Sky City who maintains his posture while looking at the ceiling and looking at the blue gems above his eyes. Sonia.
“How about pretending to be a mannequin? It was really fun, right? Becoming a mannequin and acting like a mannequin… Right? It was fun, right?”
“Yes… Yes…”
Dorma is fiddling with the pendant on her ear while talking.
“Blue… Color…”
Sonia becomes more and more honest about her developed sexual preferences as she sees the blue light even when she turns her head from just looking at the ceiling.
“Yes…”
“Sonia. I think…”
[Wouldn’t it be better if Sonia didn’t pretend to be a mannequin?]
Like black ink flowing down white paper that I knew nothing about and thought was pretty because the mannequin looked real. Dorma’s thick, oil-like whispers seep into your skin and heart, which has become as shiny as a mannequin.
An unknown suggestion that gradually seeps into my thoughts because I have already heard it.
(Well… I don’t pretend to be a mannequin… Then… Then… I don’t pretend… That means… That…)
Thanks to the distortion of common sense, my heart gradually sinks due to the gentle whispers of temptation.
Sonia, whose brilliant golden eyes slowly changed into blue eyes, gathered what little common sense she had and answered.
“Do… Mr. Dorma… I don’t think that’s true…”
Sonia began to struggle, as if she didn’t want to lose the argument.
(Wow… Sure… I’m interested…!)
It’s interesting, but it’s enough as is. A sweet offer that shouldn’t be overlooked by a fake mannequin who thinks there’s nowhere else to go as it hides the areolas in its skin.
“Still… Listen. Sonia?”
“That… That…♥”
I’ve only heard of it, but it’s fascinating just thinking about it.
It’s so attractive that my legs begin to tremble little by little as I’m consumed by the pleasure that comes from deviation… Dorma’s amazing suggestion.
(Well… In that case, the time spent at the exhibition stand is nothing… More… More… And things like that…)
(Well… But I’m human… It’s true…)
(Ma… Mannequins are just mindless mannequins… Items… Equipment… Things that are just used to create poses…)
“Sonia, please admit it now. You want to be a mannequin.
More than just looking like a mannequin. Is it so. “You want to be a mannequin, right?”
“I… I…”
As Dorma’s gentle words began to fill my heart, my body began to lose strength. The arm slowly started to go limp. A fake mannequin starting from the arms down to the waist and standing at attention.
“Oh… No… I’m a real person… Not an object…”
I’ll make it honest for you. Sonia. Blue light that ends with
I stuttered and struggled to answer, but what came back was a sweet blue light that encouraged my mind to tell me honestly.
“Ah…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the earrings and was helplessly distracted by the blue gem hanging on Dorma’s earlobe.
The more the blue gem sparkles and covers Sonia’s golden eyes, the more strange it becomes, a new common sense that is taken for granted
‘I have to become a mannequin…’
‘But… The mannequin… What was the mannequin…?’
“You want to be a mannequin, right? Sonia?”
(Mannequin? The mannequin is…)
[The mannequin obeys without resisting. Have you ever seen a mannequin resisting when you try to take its clothes off? Sonia?]
‘Yes… The mannequin… Doesn’t… Resist…’
There are still a lot of things I don’t know about what a mannequin is… But Sonia has managed to learn how to stand like a mannequin.
Anytime, anywhere, whether worn or not. Sonia tried to accept in her heart the majesty of the mannequin standing unchangingly.
(Just… Just a little bit… Just a little bit…)
While thinking like that, I turned on the mannequin switch in my mind. Sonia puts her finger on (red!) Softly.
“Do you want to be a mannequin, Sonia?”
As if she could choose whether to become a mannequin, she whispered. Dorma clinging heavily to the shiny flesh-colored thighs.
It was the hero of Sky City who responded with the sound of her breasts, which had stopped shaking, being gently rubbed.
“Yes… Yes hehe… I want to become a mannequin…” Sonia started pressing the button in her mind 30 times per second
-〉 BAD ENDING 009 Happy Mannequin Sonia.
“Uh… But… Well…”
-〉 progress
