Chapter 539 – BAD ENDING 009 Happy Mannequin Sonia 7
“Did you see it well? … Then I will now attach this to Sonia’s chest…”
“Yes… Four…! You… Are adding…?”
I already understood it in my head. Although the mannequin mask was slightly shaken. Mannequin Sonia’s shiny, glossy coated skin still shines and reflects the light.
Like rechargeable artificial flesh for Android made from synthetic plastic from the beginning,
Or like a public official trying to make sure facility safety inspection management is in order.
Even now, before the adventurers and heroes of Sky City who received urgent requests arrive, like an unidentified combatant wearing a mecha-mecha bodysuit who is destroying store buildings in downtown Sky City
It’s no longer considered human.
Until I met Dorma, I could see it as a natural glow.
I’m not completely human anymore. Sonia’s shiny, white skin looks like a high-end android.
A rice bowl-shaped device that sticks to the skin, which is soft like Sonia’s mannequin, but on the contrary has lost its softness.
“And. Take it, Sonia.”
(I… I… Really… With… My… Nipples… Forever… As a mannequin… Huh? Why are you using the remote control…?)
(Remo… Con…♥)
Sonia’s smart brain understands but doesn’t share what she finds out.
The boss deliberately prepares the final heartbeat and the time to say goodbye to the nipple
Sonia just accepts having the same device and remote control in each of her hands and positioning her fingers so that she can know where the buttons are.
“You can feel the button… On your finger, right? If you press them at the same time, the blade will come out and cut off Sonia’s nipples that have turned into plastic… Check, Sonia. And…
As you place your finger on the button that activates the bowl-shaped mechanism. Then place your finger in the center so that there is no excuse for not pressing the button by mistake.
“You can come in now, Dorma.”
“You worked hard. Sonia worked hard too.”
Not the piercing removal procedure, which is embarrassing to call a procedure. Dorma comes in as soon as the preparations for the procedure are completed, which she said she wanted to see from the side.
Sonia moves her fingers, touches them, turns her head here and there, looks at both hands, and clearly sees a remote control with buttons on each hand.
“Did I press it myself…”
Dorma lifts Sonia, who is lying on the operating table, and speaks to her as she hears Sonia’s trembling voice.
“This is my last moment as a mannequin. Sonia. No. Mannequin Sonia.”
Mannequin Sonia. Sonia begins to become delusional due to Dorma’s seductive voice. However, Sonia’s plastic body does not blush or pant.
“Ma. Mannequin Sonia…♥”
Sonia takes compliments that others might think of as insults and returns them with gratitude.
It was Sonia with a mannequin fetish that was too late to turn back.
(Woman… As expected… I’m… Treated like an object… A mannequin… I think I’m happy… I… This… Really…)
(Really… Like a mannequin… I think it’s good… To become a mannequin…♥)
“Mannequin. Then say goodbye to Sonia one last time and press the button.”
“Yes… Four… Now… Goodbye… I’ll say goodbye…♥”
Mr. Dorma kept calling me by my name. He looked at me seriously and said it was a mannequin. The image in my mind becomes more and more clear as I am told clearly and clearly to say goodbye to the name I used to call me so lovingly.
She has blonde hair and similar breasts. However, it is no longer a mannequin from a clothing store that has burned down and disappeared. A real mannequin that looks exactly like you.
Although she is trembling… Sonia starts to say goodbye without hesitation as soon as she sees the flesh-colored nipples that are clearly in the way of the breasts of a real mannequin.
(Goodbye. It’s me, Sonia…♡ I’m now a mannequin…♡)
-Click.
The sound of a button being pressed was heard from Sonia’s fingertips.
[Confirm input. The cutting surface processing process is performed.]
(I did it… I did it…♡)
Kuuk. As encouraged by the switch that hints at becoming a mannequin that has already been pressed down in your mind and can no longer rise.
To become a real mannequin. Sonia presses the switch in her hand while the definition of what a mannequin represents has been modified to fit the pervert of mannequin fetishism.
The bowl-shaped mechanism attached to my breast lit up slightly, and I could already feel it. As soon as the thick, black nanomaterial was injected, I broke up. Now even the slight feeling of weight hanging on it.
As the feeling at the end of her chest disappeared, Sonia was unable to stop the delusional circuit that began to spin at a rapid pace.
(I… Now… I don’t have nipples…)
(Ah… Ah… My nipples… Now… Now… Really…♥)
[Check cutting.]
With just that sound, Sonia’s breasts, which were as shiny and slightly hard as synthetic plastic flesh, were removed. A mechanical device that makes a sound, loses its power, and falls off the side of the treatment table.
“Sonia. It’s perfect…♥”
“Perfection… Is it perfect… Er…? Mr. Dorma…?”
Dorma answers yes to Sonia, who asks, sitting there with blank eyes as if she doesn’t understand what her fingers have done.
Lastly, a mannequin with a flat, rough-looking surface at the end of her breasts. Two designers pulled chairs and sat down next to the unprocessed mannequin.
Cheolrrrr…
Anyone who looks at a sandpaper board can immediately tell that it is expensive. Two designers stretching out a set of design drawings next to the breasts of the rough mannequins they were each in charge of.
“Don’t move like that. From now on, I’m going to turn Sonia into a real mannequin…♥”
“… Yes… Mr. Dorma…♥”
The mannequin’s flesh-colored breasts appear when the bowl-shaped mechanical device falls off after completing its work.
When I looked at the area where the fake mannequin’s nipples were, even though the nipples were cut off, there were small holes from the syringe where nanomaterials that eroded organic matter into inorganic substances were inserted.
The syringe must have been stuck deep and remained in the middle of the area that needed to be taken care of.
Cheek! Blame it…!
Square… Square…♡
Parts that are not needed for the mannequin. It wasn’t an organic material, but it was changed and cut into an inorganic material that you couldn’t even feel when it disappeared. Still, the mannequin has a slightly blunt end.
Two designers gradually grind away the awkward parts of the mannequin with a carving knife and sandpaper.
“Sonia. It doesn’t hurt, right? If anything is strange, please let me know at any time~”
“Yes…♥”
(I can’t feel anything… At this point, I really… Have become a mannequin…♡)
Crunchy. Creep, crease.
The mannequin’s breasts become more and more natural as time passes.
Now, after placing a sticker of the same skin color as the mannequin’s skin color on the well-trimmed part that can be said to be the only mannequin in the clothing store run by Dorma…
Dorma draws a faint blue circle on the nipple to show the direction of the clothing to be worn on the mannequin.
(I… Are you improving me more…? Thank you…♥)
The thoughts of a mannequin filled my head while the act of making myself more like a mannequin continued.
‘My nipples were the only human part of me.’
‘I am a mannequin with the human part gone.’
‘Mannequins are always obedient. There is no mannequin that resists when you put on or take off clothes.’
‘Nipples are the only human part of me… A human heart… A human thought…’
‘I don’t have nipples… I don’t have a heart or thoughts… I’m a mannequin…’
‘I am a mannequin…’
‘I’m Sonia the Mannequin…♥’
“Huh… Sonia. Would you like to smile brightly?”
‘…♥’
Dorma asks a favor to the mannequin who has neatly solved the problem that was visible on the fake mannequin’s breasts.
After sanding the corner of the mannequin Sonia’s mouth that had been eroded by the nanomaterial and hardening, I lifted it up with my finger with the powder stuck to it.
In order to check the finished product, Dorma is lifted with the owner and feels the standing position on the floor.
“Now… All I have to do is color it. Sonia♥”
A mannequin that has already had its entire body coated, so only the cut surface looks strange.
“Liquid charging complete. Voltage normal. Ready. Master.”
Humanoid reports the completion of preparation of the large plastic capsule that was once again set up for such a mannequin.
“I’ll make it really pretty♥”
The colors are different. There was no reply from the mannequin whose shape had become so perfect that it could not be considered a cut surface.
It is natural to obey a mannequin without any heart or thought. Because I was trained in mannequin fetish hypnosis induction voice…
With your fingernails. As the syringe filled with nanomachines was inserted all the way inside, caressing the hardened cut surface. Could it be that I couldn’t bear it anymore? I guess I decided not to endure it.
Dorma walks away while feeling the cut surface that needs to be processed on the fake mannequin with her shiny fingers.
So, do as I’m told one more time.
This time, it was Sonia, the mannequin, shamelessly entering a tank full of coating solution and even flowing an electric current to ensure rapid absorption.
