Chapter 131 – Very Unhealthy Esthetic_Again Human Body Modification [Intermediate] (6) -Hearing, Synesthesia-
Very fire(B) Healthy esthetic _ Remodeling the human body [Intermediate] (6) – hearing, synesthesia–
“Ogogok ♥ Ogogogogok ♥♥”
Thin tentacle stalks crawl through the ears, penetrate the eardrums, semicircular canals, and the auditory nerves before reaching the uninvaded region of the brain.
Control of movement, memory, thinking, senses, perception, imagination, insight, overall control ability of the body, etc. The center that handles everything for human beings to live as a human being, a place close to its essence is being encroached on by an unknown tentacle. Was
In the meantime, the language center is also strangely crushed, and even moans cannot be properly released.
Just, in this agony and shuddering feeling, she became a female and let out an unspoken sexual cry.
The tender brain medulla, its fragile and delicate nooks and crannies, the thin tentacles swim meanderingly through my brain.
“Aww♥… Little by little… ♥♥”
Horrible, shuddering tentacle movements.
With just that, his mind raced as if he was on the brink of death.
Dramatically stimulated survival instincts forcefully reach estrus and climax in order to give birth to the next generation.
A precious baby was forcibly ovulated.
Even the movements of the trembling uterus can be understood.
But more than anything else, the movement of these tentacles swimming through my brain makes me shudder, and I shudder from the deathly pleasure I’ve never felt.
The ultimate, ruinous pleasure, as if oneself were annihilated.
Not only his own life, but memories, memories, wishes, and all those precious things were being mortgaged.
“Oh oh oh ♥, oh oh oh oh oh ♥♥”
Digging through the brain, digging through, digging through.
They say what they are looking for and move as carefully as possible, but with only that amount of movement, they are seized by a hallucination that seems to stir up my memories and thoughts.
It is dismantled, disassembled, assembled, and reconstructed.
To suit the taste of others, I invade myself, which I call myself, and am rubbed and repaired.
An attitude of perfect obedience, in which I leave all the components of me in the hands of others.
Not only life, but something more precious is invaded and defiled by dirt feet.
That terrible stimulation was ecstatic beyond anything else.
Ah, why is it so thrilling to be dominated and rubbed by others, really everything?
A crazy act of transferring all one’s authority to another person.
However, I know the pleasure of being dominated by that defeat.
I found out.
In this situation where one’s own brain is being played with all of that, the inclination not to know is awakened.
It was a terrible feeling, but this situation made me feel good♥
Eventually, the tentacles that stirred my brain seemed to have found their target, and they penetrated deeper and deeper, excised, connected, and rinsed with drugs.
It was really a jumble of brains, assembling them to suit their taste.
It is said that it is part of her procedure, but this whole process was done according to her heart, and at this moment, she felt that the essence of ‘Lee Ha-eun’ was completely subordinated to her, and was filled with that sense.
At the end of so much, my head was rubbed arbitrarily, I spilled a strange medicine somewhere, cut it, and sewed it up.
In an unknown place, something unknown to oneself changes freely. Inside the brain, which had been disorganized on its own, there was no way it could ever go back to normal, even if it tried to do the same thing again.
Rather, it was only broken in a more strange way, and the structure that was once altered could not be restored to its original state even if the same treatment was applied again.
Perhaps, even if she did the same procedure in the exact opposite way, something unexpected would happen, and she instinctively knew that she would never be able to return to the way it was before, and she abandoned it.
The tentacles that I had assembled and played with my brain at will came out again through my ear holes.
Is it because of the damaged eardrum? She says something, but she can’t hear.
More than that, my brain is so messed up that I don’t even know what I’m thinking.
Upside Down
Everything was a mess.
I couldn’t tell whether I was up, standing, or opening my eyes.
I was just entrusting myself to the coziness of this fluffy water balloon that wrapped around my body.
You feel the sensation of something being injected into your ear canal.
Was it because it was messing with the brain? As far as the senses nearby, I could see it clearly as if the blade was sharp.
The sensation of something being injected into the eardrum, and Lirim’s gaze looking down at me.
Only then did she come to her senses, staring at her.
I could see myself immersed in her body, hugging her tightly.
Is the race called slime originally like that?
Her body was very soft and warm.
I feel like I want to cuddle and fall asleep like this a little longer.
In particular, is it because the inside of the brain is being massaged at will? My whole body was sluggish and tired.
“Okay, it’s over. Wake up.”
Lirim’s soft voice brushed my ears. It was a voice that resonated softly and seemed to tickle the skin pleasantly.
Follow her words and open your eyes.
A pink mass of water filling her face.
It seems that he had buried her face in her chest before he knew it.
A symbol of voluptuous motherhood.
It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like cuddling a little more, but with a little self-control, I separated and tried to get up.
When her staggering body and her tentacles roamed my ears, I felt dizzy, perhaps because of the damage to the semicircular canals that had been forcibly opened.
The balance is not right. The world shakes as if it is about to fall.
It was like the morning after drinking a lot of alcohol, and my body was not at ease.
However, it seemed that neither Cynthia-san nor Lirim-san found it strange, as if this level of problem was within the range of calculation.
“I don’t think there are any side effects that I thought about at this level.”
“Ummm, for some reason there was less resistance than I thought when it came in and the drug penetrated, so I can say that the procedure went well? To be honest, I was a little worried because there are accidents that happen once in ten, but it’s really fortunate.”
Heard her chatter.
I was so afraid of the word that there was a possibility that there might have been a problem, and even though it was said that nothing had happened, I was afraid again.
She was able to know the terrible sensation of having her brain freely massaged that she felt a while ago, and the terrible side effects that could be imagined if an accident occurred in the process.
Lucky for you, amnesia. If it’s bad, it’s an idiot, or something that might have really died.
Anew, he realizes how dangerous the consent form he wrote down is.
I realized… He also realized that he would not be able to stop falling and doing this himself ♥
Perhaps if it were me, even if he knew there was this danger, he wouldn’t have changed his decision.
I was so sure.
To that extent, the previous experience was quite shocking.
Values and thinking collapse.
To be dominated, to know the joy of submission.
To that extent, he wants to fall even more, to fall down.
The pleasure of being subdued, being dominated by anything.
My masochistic nature was pounding on my womb.
“Then, shall we lightly check if the procedure went well?”
“Huh? How?”
“Like this ♪”
I couldn’t understand where it came from, but it was a thin, cylindrical metal instrument held in Cynthia’s hand. A long time ago, the flute, a woodwind instrument, was memorized in the blink of an eye during music class. To be honest, no matter how you look at it, it can only be seen as a brass instrument, but it is classified as a woodwind instrument.
I still don’t know why.
In any case, Cynthia, who held up the slender instrument in both hands, began to play music in a posture like a picture.
Melody of the flute that continues sweetly and softly. I never knew the title of the song, but Cynthia told me later that it was Chopin’s Nocturne Op.9 No2.
A beautiful, calming, relaxing tune, but it wasn’t just that.
The delicate and calm melody of Cynthia’s flute quietly touches the skin little by little. I feel a strange sensation, as if the gentle touch of a beautiful woman were tickling my entire body.
I’m sure I’m feeling the soft stroking of my body, but in reality no one is even touching my body.
Just the softly flowing melody directly stimulates my skin as if stroking it.
It’s just a sound, but it’s an illusion that her song becomes a beautiful woman and caresses her whole body. Isn’t that an illusion? I really felt like I was being touched by that sound.
A strange sensation of being able to feel both sound and touch at the same time. I can hear it, but I can touch it.
I feel the pleasure of being caressed by the sound of a song that gradually becomes softer and sweeter.
It was a very strange word, but her playing made me feel strange as if her pussy was being stroked.
Something was really strange.
Something strange that is hard to put into words.
Undoubtedly, I was being caressed by this sound now.
In reality, nothing is touching me, but the strange feeling of being touched all over. What’s even more strange is that he himself knows that this feeling is not an illusion.
It was to feel the sound and the soft touch with the ears.
It was the first time I felt synesthesia, and I shuddered at the indescribable pleasure.
Something must have gotten weird.
It was something I knew all too well.
The melody of the song, her voice, and the rhythm permeate directly into the skin, and the touch and sensation permeate as if they were recorded in the body.
Maybe just hearing the sound would make me feel an orgasm.
Just the sound of singing on the street passing by the roadside, or the buzz of people around you, you feel the sound as if it were directly touching your skin, and you are stimulated.
Someone might feel a strong dull pain from heavy metal playing as a hobby, or if you listen to a romantic song about making love, you might feel pleasure as if your genitals were being caressed.
It has become a body that feels as if it is being touched by all the sounds that flow in the world.
The sense of hearing that I have known so far is degenerating into something completely different and heterogeneous.
Heterogeneous synesthesia.
It is heard and felt at the same time.
Stimuli that cannot be responded to and are only forced upon because there is no substance.
Most of all, being exposed to such an unavoidable stimulus as sound was undoubtedly the greatest obstacle to living a normal life.
Even now.
I was just appreciating Cynthia-san’s soft performance, but I felt a strange pleasure, as if my whole body was being caressed.
He couldn’t stand the stimulation of her soft melody and soaked her crotch.
I was just being harassed by the stimulus of the sound that I already had no way to control.
“…Ahhh♡”
No doubt, no doubt the procedure was successful.
It was so successful that I couldn’t even figure out how to react to the strange emotions running through my body.
I try to block my ears against this strange stimulation that seeps into my brain, but the sounds that permeate even through my blocked ears, rather, the diminished sound of musical instruments stimulates me as if I am carefully caressing, and I feel even more strange.
You cannot escape or hide from sound.
That obvious proposition was torturing the whole body.
Even now, being stimulated by the sweet sexual frost shed, she shook her head as if she were masturbating.
The impossible experience of being caressed by your voice.
My… Body, what has become of it?♡
And… How will it turn out ♥
